#the-pillar

[thestargatherer]

Quiet Pillars

@the-pillar

Virgil wasn’t certain how he managed to come back here. He remembered bent over papers and text, delving into their secret knowledge, and then he blinked, looked up, and realized he was here, sitting on familiar floorboards with rain pattering against the glass. 

Valhalla called them his Wanderings. The term was... perhaps apt, if a bit odd. 

Slowly the scholar peeled himself off the floor, finding himself without shoes (a common trait, it seemed, in his so-called Wanderings), bare toes chilled against the cool floor. A quick glance around the small home told him Phileas wasn’t in yet, so he carefully put himself to work putting a kettle onto the stove and preparing some tea (it still felt so odd, being left to do as he pleased in another’s home, but Phileas had told him again and again it was quite alright). 

A few of his papers had ended up under the kitchen table, while his bag and other things had been left behind. He bent to pick them up, stacking them neatly onto the table before he settled onto a chair, curling knees up so his feet were off the floor as he waited for the water to boil, and perhaps for Phileas to return from his tasks.

He hoped he didn’t mind him turning up uninvited, out of the blue like this. 

[crypticcovenmom]

Marble And Mud

The old city of Ephesos was a comfortable sight for her, though she was sure she had never walked these ruined streets before. It had been nothing to her for what was the extent of her memory. A tiny town that no longer touched the sea, it's great temple torn down like the Roman walls of the far West. Luxuries of a once great city forgotten as Rome's had been when she walked those streets so long ago. It reminded her very much of Rome, though the splendid buildings held little in common. It was the feeling of a shared fate, perhaps. Though Rome had gotten new life breathed back into it where this Ephesos only received comparatively small towns around it.

She had arrived late the night before, only having time to haunt the tourist traps nearby before going into the mountains to bury herself in peace for the dawn. That was how she found herself strolling by the ruins during the final stages of sunset, enjoying the way the sun dipped behind the horizon rather brilliantly. It was in those moments that something unusual prickled her mind and caught her eye when she sought to find out the source of the unnatural feeling. Through all her life's mysticism and twists, she truly could not have been prepared for how the pillar a few meters away began to change and breathe in life. Awe swelled in her heart as a beautiful boy was released, as if freed from the marble in the way so many sculptors used to sigh about.

His beauty was not so much in his face, with a pallor so like hers, but in his eyes that held intelligence, innocence, and a distinct sadness. All at once, she knew in her heart that this was an ancient boy. Why a boy, then ? She couldn't say. Only she didn't feel that calling this creature a man would do justice over the feeling he inspired in her. It was so strange how she felt called to approach him, knowing well that the architecture here was certainly older than her memory stretched.

"Please, excuse my intrusion. I did not realize that I may walk upon someone here." She spoke softly, not moving yet to allow the nude boy to decide if he wished to have his space. It would be too forward to approach. It seemed he had only just awakened, after all.

[thestargatherer]

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

“Parts of it!” Virgil pulled the book out of his bag, a slip of ribbon marking his page in the Alice in Wonderland that Phileas had let him borrow. “It’s quite odd. I don’t understand most of it, if I’m honest. Growing big and small and all the strange beings she meets- it’s a bizarre twist of magic that I’ve ever seen. What is a pocket watch anyway?” 

[cynic-longevity]

the-pillar replied to your post: kjsupernova replied to your post: OOC:  ...

“What is wrong with being pale and having light hair?” Derp.

“You were clearly not born with an entirely different complexion.  Well, you were ‘made’ not born, but regardless my point remains the same.”

[deadxpretty]

@the-pillar

While he wasn't partying, cosying up to the rich and powerful, or murdering, Taran would research. He researched with a frightening passion new ways to maintain his eternal youth, he enjoyed the murder but as time marched on and technologies developed at an alarming rate, it eas getting riskier by the hour.

He'd come across this story not too long ago through vague whisperings, the story of the man of stone, a living marble statue. He's sure that the story is just a fairytale, but hey he's got all the time in the world, might as well check it out.

He tracked down the source of the story to a crumbling ruin. He marches with purpose through the rubble and calls out.

"Come out, come out marble man. I just want to talk."

[eveofsin-blog]

the-pillar replied to your post: Hiatus psa  Hello my lovelies.  I am writing this...

good luck! you’ll be amazing!

Thank you! <3 I am secretly quite terrified haha

[knowledgebeyondbooks]

(World building question): Do colours hold a specific meaning to the people in your world? How large is the spectrum of colours that can be perceived? Do certain hues carry a special value or are associated with anything? (e.g. red = love, fire, anger / white = puriy, light, death)

[Again, this world is very large and only a section of it is ever mentioned here. But for humans, the color spectrum is the same as normal humans in other worlds. For the Xalkizu, it varies from their bloodline, as some can see the normal human spectrum, some are color-blind by usually blues and reds, some perceive only shades of grey with the only exception of red, and a few can see clearly in the dark- or even being able to see infrared. 

In the human lands, colors tend to be only important during holidays and festivals for most kingdoms. Purple and blues, however, are a rarer dye to find in most places, especially of deeper shades, and thus can only be afforded by the rich. In Lyre, true black is hard to come by in cloth dyes, and thus grey is a typical mourning color. 

In Sumah-Klo, color is typically only important in that of the family markings. Each family, as is tradition, learns to make a specific pigment that will represent their family despite if the symbols change. The colors only change if the individual bonds with another and switches to their colors or pattern. The colors do not have any specific status in themselves.]