#vessmar

[cloudhymn]

" i curse you with sleep " ( at 2am, after i'd been awake since 5am the previous day, and had been out gallivanting in so many energy-consumptive ways ) has got to be one of the most offensive things moss has ever said to me /j

[drakyns]

👫 for the relationship hcs ♡

ㅤㅤ𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦ㅤ|ㅤ@vessmarㅤ| ㅤaccepting!

we lightly touched on this, but i genuinely think håkan learns a lot from vesper regarding mechanics and engineering. he is extremely fascinated by how differently vess thinks when considering inventions and explorations, and i can see vess slowly becoming someone that håkan comes to first when he has a new idea. also, håkan tends to shut himself inside his forge when he is highly focused on a new project, but vess would be one of the few people with a spare key to come in whenever! he values his opinion and input a great deal, but i think the moment his eyes sparkle the most is when vess challenges him to think outside the box. even if sometimes håkan may be too stubborn to see it any other way. he will gruff and try to prove himself right, but he knows when to concede. i can 100% see vess smiling silently and knowingly whenever that happens, like. he doesn't even need to say anything. håkan will babble on how yes, yes, he is right, fine, fine!

i can see the two of them being early birds. håkan wakes up early so he can go on flights with toothless, look over berk and check to see if the village is in need of anything. maybe because of anthi, vess also wakes up early? this is a tiny detail, but imagining them becoming early stroll buddies is so cute. the peacefulness of it all, y'know??

håkan absolutely adores anthi, and this may be self-indulgent, but i'd love to believe that anthi adores him, too! every now and then, håkan will offer to babysit her so that vess can do his own thing, or when vesper needs to travel, etc. anthi probably told a lot of vess' "secrets" (i.e, vess' favourite foods or how he sometimes snores when he sleeps, etc) to håkan, and håkan will absolutely take those to his grave. she maaaaay or may not know a few secrets from the chieftain, too.

they are both huge gift-givers and smiths at heart, right? so you know something adorable that i can think of? sometimes, whenever they buy new materials, they will divide them in half, select a theme, and try to woo the other with their inventions. a mini smithing competition challenge, so to speak! anthi had to judge who made the best birdhouse or kitchen tools a couple of times. i don't think either of them would be too competitive and take it too seriously, but gods, the thrill of wondering what the other will think of? so exhilarating!

[remembranced]

@vessmar -- ;

The furious roaring of the Fire Demon within the halls of the Memory Zone and its frenzied stampeding clashed furiously within the narrow hallway that it charged down. Its umbrageous hide pulsed with violet light that glowed ominously in the lurid surreal blues whilst its maw gaped with thousands of teeth. Clear's own Memobeasts surged from the walls and rammed into the Fire Demon, smashing through the walls with fangs latched around the demon's neck. Debris rained from the ceiling as a discordant hum of unstable Memoria leaking from the breached wall. The wolfish, demonic snarling of the Memobeasts grappling savagely echoed as the booming of their clashing trashed whatever semblance of a room was inside, plumes of dust and debris sourcing from the destroyed room.

Clear watched from afar, bowed over with exhaustion. Constance. With the power to communicate from the past to the present, she had found him. Just one of the chaos butterflies of a group that was promising to destroy Penacony--

The Memokeeper yelped when he suddenly fell through the floor, landing hard on mirror-shining marble and to the startled wave of people who scattered from the dance floor, briskly sidestepping him as Clear grunted and staggered to his feet. Though there were gawkers, it was silently written off; after all, this was a Dream and anything could happen. That, and being in a Memory Zone made a Memetic Entity have to consciously choose to make themselves invisible.

Huffing, Clear retreated to one of the wings of the expansive ballroom, praying he didn't attract too much attention.

God damn those pyro freaks. He was so goin' to take them down!

"What? Never seen a guy fall through the ceiling before?" Clear said archly to the man closest to him, who was pretty sure he had been staring.

[cloudhymn]

"found a stowaway critter today, little mist. reminded me of you." over vesper's nimble fingers crawls an unexpectedly large beetle, elegant curved antennae even longer than its body, deceptive in its vivid blue-green iridescence. not seemingly toxic to the touch, the stellaron hunter had been carrying it by hand since he found it crawling up the outside of his pant leg, only taking notice once it crested the top of his prosthesis. kneeling down on the archives floor, elbow propped on the desk for support, vess let the insect crawl slowly from his palm, onto the desktop. there, he peered at it in idle curiosity.

"maybe it knew you could use quiet company today," he mused, speaking obviously to dan heng, but gaze held fast on the spindly little legs that held up such a critter of this size. "miss march 7th was kind enough to point me in your direction, but she and your resident stellaron seemed a little too energetic for you today." he finally turned his head to look up at the archivist, his dragon, a year older today, though a year to a long life species may feel rather arbitrary. spending the day with dan heng was vesper's primary goal, just a quiet celebration of life and the passage of time. no party was planned, just some time together, and a strange little beetle to study. vess reached out from where he knelt, head now laying against his arm flat on the desk, and curled large, careful fingers around the inside of his lover's thigh, just barely above the knee.

"happy birthday. come, sit with me."

@vessmar.

he’s in his … three hundred and thirties. at least he believed this to be so. keeping track of time since his return to amphoreus had become an unexpected difficulty. not noticeable in the day to day, but in the months, the years, the spaces that lie beyond that he could not see tended to blur together. that he had been reminded at all, in a good way by friends, family, and not via rumour mill that scalegorge waterscape was in particularly gloomy spirits, was a welcome relief. small miracles like this, march and the trailblazer’s gracious well wishes, their understanding for his need of a calm and quiet affair, proved to him with small acts of affection that he was welcomed, and loved.

          “   ‘ little mist ? ’   is that its name ?   ”

dan heng didn’t need much prompting, abandoning whatever passage he’d previously been fixated on. the beetle’s movements had completely enraptured him anyway. one could say that the dragon’s attuned nature to strange little creatures had been heightened by his time as the earth demigod, but vesper most likely knew he had always been like this, fixated on creatures unburdened by the heavy drivel of human thoughts. really, vesper’s willingness to take dan heng to an aquarium should have been the first clue as to the scope of the man’s feelings. it was a warm, joyous feeling. one that lifted the corner of the dragon’s mouth as he descended to the archive’s floor, cloudhymn melting away, long hair and horns coming into existence as his human disguise melted away.

he pulled vesper down so he could comfortably twine their legs, the fluffy end of draconic tail scooping up the little critter once more and placing it upon vesper’s knee.

          “   it might be some time before we can drop it off at the next suitable planet. do you want to build a terrarium with me ?   ”

birthday asks !

[cloudhymn]

how many years, decades, centuries had it taken for vesper to shake himself free of the lingering dread he'd felt around water? a great fear that had followed him through many ages, one he'd only whittled at with rough, impatient fingers, here and there like a project he didn't really have the time for—that is, until he'd fallen so quietly in love with a dragon of the sea. perhaps, in truth, he'd have conquered his apprehensions far sooner if he'd put his heart and mind to it, before now.

ah, but who's to say?

maybe now was the perfect time, lulled into in a warm, soothing sleep against the edge of the hot baths. he'd come here alone, mind hazy with the delirium of insomnia, a raging sleeplessness he'd been suffering with for weeks now as his implants acted up and left him straddling the line of numbness and pain. he'd let himself in just for an ounce of rest, of healing perhaps, and of all the places he'd figured he might find it, drifting off unguarded in the bath was certainly the last thing he'd expected.

he'll have time to marvel at the ease with which he slept within the water sometime after he awakes. for now, he rests. if he's lucky, he'll wake up just as he drifted off: upright, breathing easy, with his silver-haired head laid on the tiled bath's edge.

@vessmar.

vesper lets himself in unannounced now. there was a comfort to that dan heng couldn’t describe, but felt at peace with all the same. the hidden residency, it’s trelis’d shelter now flowering with the coming of spring, had been such a hard place to call home in the beginning, where the remnants of dan feng and all the imbibitor lunae before him had left marks the archivist was too fearful to erase. the fact that dan heng could not call his inheritance his own, that vesper could too, it made the residency feel more like a sanctuary than an abandoned building filled with waterlogged memories.

time to relax and unwind after his post amphoreus rehabilitation often resulted in coming here, a place untouched by the horrors he had experienced in that digital plane. here he could freely shift into his bestial form, large expanse crooning in gentle rumbles as his large body enveloped the edge of this pool twice over, looking after his beloved with affection. drifts of misty cloudhymn breathed out with each exhale, it’s soothing properties coming down in prayer-laden sheets of healing.

slow-blinking the dragon settled his large head close, as close as he could get without breathing on him, the ends of his tail slipping behind vess’ neck and the pool’s edge to cushion his head. like that, dan heng could fall into a similar stupor of slow-paced resting, drifting into an easy daze to his lover’s heartbeat. he'd missed this.

[lightricks]

“ if i asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”

( to cor ♡ )

@vessmar.

this wasn’t the first time vesper had asked something like this, every half century or so when the chasm between them seemed as if a small fissure instead, hiding the very cracks that would be their downfall. corazon had never attempted to hide her future endeavours, to tuck in her next travel brochures or save packing to the very last second. she had always made it painfully apparent that she would leave, and that her will to stay was always a waning, ephemeral thing. it had never been spite, or disdain for the idea, or even a lack of budding love that pushed her from the promise of something that was almost solid, almost real and warm, and something to call her home, but the same instinct to not touch the paint before it dried, to not touch a pan before it was too hot, to not hurt herself in her eagerness.

          “   it would change me.   ”   for the worse.

this ramshackle house was on a lease. she knew by nature it was not big enough to house vess’ ambitions, the whispers of inspiration she saw in his small tinkering projects. the entire place was ill fitting, fleeting, much like her own nature. there was not enough room to grow here, even if what was here and now was nice ; being in vesper’s bed with his arms wrapped ‘round her, fingers running soothing patterns over her ribs and stomach. she could get used to this, but not here. cor would not settle for what she considered to be an imperfect fit.

          “   -   but it wouldn’t change you.   ”

and anyone could have taken that the wrong way, and would. part of corazon hoped that vesper would take it the wrong way, that he needed to change who he was at his own core in order to appease her when that wasn’t the case. whatever potential they both had could be squandered by accepting things before they were ready. vess was too unsteady, and cor was too volatile. any attempt to cage her in would result in an implosion, any loving hand too desperate with their grip, a choking vice she’d break her own neck struggling away from. so no, not quite yet. some part of her wished he would stop waiting, while the other half knew that if he didn’t it was never ever meant to be.

such was the tragedy of the right person at the wrong time.

          “   …   and i don’t want to be the reason that you stop changing, vesper.   ”

types of yearning.   (   accepting.   )

[lightricks]

"there are two types of people who like to kill from a distance: cowards and pros. in my experience, both are dangerous."

//pspsps corazon come get your boytoy, he's very thinly referencing his chem-fucking, poison-sucking, bomb-happy brother again

@vessmar.

          “   oh, i love it when you shittalk. even if it is about your funny rat-like brother.   ”

they’ve shared an extensive list of killing methods by now. after knowing vesper for a few centuries humans tended to become predictable. the ones who acted on instinct were the most predictable, fear and crimes of passion made people sloppy, and there was very little flair, no art, to the act of butchering. vesper had no qualms about throwing his brother to the wolves and her response was chime-like laughter. she revelled in the moments vess revealed about himself, or his background, however unintentionally. that his brother used to fight like that, that he - himself - didn’t. all fascinating little factoids she’d keep for later. she swivelled her bar stool so crossed knees faced him more directly, leaning forward with a playful glint in golden eyes.

          “   i can kill from a distance. which one am i, baby ?   ”

[cloudhymn]

is 19 too many, asking for a friend

" you've technically only ticked off eighteen, if that helps. " he couldn't say he was surprised, especially knowing most of these answers were put here as deterents, and still vesper would pursue. and still, he found himself charmed regardless. " let's get coffee. "

bingo !   (   accepting.   )