#starsasunder

[ofaetherium]

@starsasunder sent in: ‘i’m sick of talking about her.’

Nostrils flare as he feels his temperature rise in aggravation. Why did their conversations always end this way? Why was it so hard for her to understand that she, as Inanna, was but a fragment of her? That what Astraea excelled at, she could, at least partially, excel in as well?

A vein in his forehead pulses, and as he turns to snap back at her, he is met with a sight that gives him pause. The words die in his throat, the anger dissipating just as quickly as it had come.

There is a look in her eyes, those deep, starry eyes that shone in a way so similar to hers that his heart ached to see it. It is a look that screams at him to stop, pleads with him to see her as more than the being she used to be and acknowledge her for who she is now.

He pretends he does not see it, biting his tongue and swallowing his harsh words. Instead he simply sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in mock irritation.

"I simply wish for you to know what it is that is similar between you two, so you can actually learn this shit." A slip of the tongue, that curse. A clumsy mishap, caught off guard as he was. And then, the smallest voice from the very depths of his wilted soul, was a small voice, a thought that maybe, just maybe, he appreciated that look for whom it was adorned upon, not who it used to belong to.

[worldatourfeat]

{ @starsasunder | con't }

Said fabric is, unfortunately, Inanna's shoelaces. A soft frown creases the Master's brow as she glances down from her reading, spotting the strange critter.

"Hello," she says, reaching down to give it a tentative, inquisitive pat on its (seeming) head. "Those are my shoelaces. I need those."

The critter nuzzled into her hand. Despite looking like fine porcelain, it felt more like cool leather or clay. It gave one final chomp at the laces before turning to paw at her hand. There are no eyes, but it feels like it's staring up at her soulfully.

[star-gazcrs]

☼☼☼ // spill the beans, haurche !

For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

"Ser Zack has forgone the noble path of becoming a knight and instead has chosen to work in a bus terminal, selling tickets. I personally do not see the appeal, but he gets most of his writing done there, and he does not complain.

"Second, he has taken into his home two companion critters who previously had no homes. He calls them Fran and Pepper, and they are an absolute joy to be around, though they're still getting used to each other.

"Lastly, he grew up in an area much like Coerthas -- er, before the Calamity, that is. Snow confined mostly to the winter, and beautiful warm days in the summer...in fact, he would often travel with family to the shores of a large lake during the summer, where he played in the water like a fish!"

[unmeiha]

📐+ 4'10"

  Finally, someone she can see eye-to-eye with.

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! → @starsasunder ♡

[duunswitch]

Flits down and alights on the brim of her hat, settling to kick her feet over the edge. She peeks down over the brim with a grin, wings fluttering behind her. "What'cha working on?"

"Candy! Apples, mainly but some peeled oranges too, and a couple grapes." Not for any reason, mind. Mostly just because she felt like it. "Want some? The grapes should be done and they're about your size."

Maybe a little bit big.