#viiorels

[eritvita]

viiorels: 📝 (I did this for Vailintin, now it’s Mihai’s turn)

@viiorels​

!!!!

werewolf thread!!! something that explores the symptoms and possibly the origins of the Blight?? either in Roland’s Victorian verse or through his Bloodborne escapades where transformation is absolutely present & maybe through some mangled form of both sentience and big-teeth’d speaking ability.

Mihai teaching Roland how to fight? something with swords or better elaborating on Roland’s back-alley, hand-to-hand combat

bonding with backgrounds!! clucking over each other’s similarities and differences with warm mead or hot chocolate near a fire, or in a Tavern

Send a ‘📝’ to see what plot I’d like to do with our muses.

[eritvita]

viiorels: “No good sentences ever included the word ‘should’.”

@viiorels​

"Yea,” cavorts he, fresh ink flowing and sprinkling haphazardly from his furious pen-writing onto his clothes and his bites of spare parchment. “Thus shouldst be acquitted with ‘shouldst’, or ‘wouldst’, and shouldst flow as elegantly as dost I whence I wag my tongue as fit for the golden palaces of the grape-fed gods.” And he cackles merrily, hard enough to cough.

WILL  HERONDALE  QUOTES.

[eritvita]

viiorels: Mihai is not as close to Roland as he is with others. But with the cold closing in around Avignon, Mihai deposits himself on the couch next to Roland, swathed in blankets. "Bunch up or I'm gonna sit in your lap."

@viiorels​

He barks out a loud laugh and bundles up closer to the arm, relaxing his thin-shoe’d feet a’fore the roaring flame of a boisterous hearthfire; his chosen book left open in his lap. “Another pink Morning to creep the howling evening, yea? Damned cold hast borne across,” mutters he, pink-nosed and discontented.

“More I of the summer headiness than the dry weather of crackling skin and burnt eartips. Art thou of the Summer?” asks he.

[eritvita]

viiorels: "Your imagination is enviable, Roland."

@viiorels​

“'Tis the Ability to coax magick from the Breath of the World, dear Friend.” comes the enviable response of a murmured side-mutter, as dost Roland--- in his laced pants and unbuttoned suit jacket, his stained shirt and tousled hair--- dost weave his hands and delicate his fingers to produce a tonal, visible Sound from the specks of rain, just outside his opened window.

“As thus of the very memoirs of the Mind art a consistent Key ‘tward thine personal Library.” And, inescapable, Incomprehensible, dost Roland flash Mihai a cunning, excited grin, and dost reach out to pluck the long strands of slow rain, as if plucking the tender notes from an invisible harp.

[altsmultimuse]

@viiorels​ asked: Brightly colored leaves in red and gold drift down, adding to the piles of leaves already carpeting the green grass. Mihai approaches Rowan with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a pear and apple pastry in the other. "The cafe is giving out free pastries, but I don't have a sweet tooth. Do you want it instead?"

     Rowan looks up at the stranger and nods, holding his hand out for the pastry. He would NEVER turn down free food. And quite frankly, it almost has him drooling.

     "No sweet tooth? That's a sad way to be." he comments. "Haven't poisoned it or something, have you?"

[altsmultimuse]

@viiorels​ liked for a starter.

     "Those Beasts have come MUCH too close to my home."      His home is not much more than a temporary settlement in the woods with some furniture, textiles, fire, and decorations strewn about. He travels with his followers as he pleases. But lately that has become a problem when the Beasts pick off stragglers in his group. More often than not he winds up battling before setting up camp. It is as if the Beasts are following him. Or the naiads and satyrs.      The bonfire warms his back while he surveys the surrounding wood. His arms are crossed over his chest. He clicks his tongue and sighs. "When you leave, I'll go hunting with you," he declares.

[bluelionking]

viiorels: “you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.“

"I still feel it's some kind of mistake that I won that contest."

[bluelionking]

viiorels: “You’ve really mastered the single entendre.”

"I prefer not to mince my words. Honest speech is what inspires people, not the hidden meaning between the words."