#voidfleur

[ouroborius]

@voidfleur {Is the Terror Us? Or is the Terror the Idea of Us?}

What IS there to be afraid of?

A past reflection of his mind would simply snort at this question. There was nothing to fear if one became the source of the fear to begin with. Nothing as terrifying nor as disturbing as the demon world would ever touch anything as sensitive and as raw as the strike of fear within his very soul. That in of itself was a flaw that would give way to many cracks of weaknesses, the kind that he wouldn't bear himself if he could've grown into the most powerful devil any of the likes has ever witnessed.

Yet… he had learned. Fear was everything, even to himself. Where there was the front of resiliance and cold demeanor laid the very deep-seeded curl of fright within his chest. None that he would admit to aside to himself, but with how honest this newcomer had been. Perhaps he can be enriched in a way where the novels he had grown closed to simply couldn't.

Distant eyes had merely met her own for a brief moment upon listening to the brief synopsis of her tale. Unreadable, stoic, yet even if he had showed no reaction certainly his attention meeting with hers would draw some sort of validation to hearing her reasoning.

A subtle 'hm', the half-devil merely dismisses her comparison with his gaze trailing back to the book he had subconciously opened in the midst of their 'light' conversation.

The page in the book of poems reads 'Fear' by Khalil Gibran.

"...Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence."

He seems to utter as he closes the book tightly. Returning it into his coat before answering her curiosity.

"You seem to recognize it well enough to guess merely by looking at another person's reflection. Tell me, then. What is it do you think that you see?"

He's curious, too, but only because he wanted to know what she could pick out from him that he had not said quite yet.

[nihilomania]

veiled by the darkness she manifested as means of protection, she peeks from the curtain of void to sheepishly look the girl's eye, "What do you want from Ichi...?"

" Ichi. . . " She repeated, trying to get a taste of her name, like it was meant to be savored, swallowed. . . and understood. What could it be? What does it mean? That darkness that encased her. What saddened her so? What grief had a home made in her heart? Oh. . . That was it, wasn't it? That ache, that murmur of silence ⸻ sorrow, stitched into sound, into her voice. If only she could pry her open like she did with others. And yet, she knew that she could get the answer if she kept digging. She would soon tear the truth free, and then taste it, feel it, know it.

" Want? I want everything. I want to know everything. Every secret, every thought, every shiver behind someone's eyes the moment I drive a knife through their chests. Hehehe. " Her fingers dug into the flesh of her cheeks, skin stretched taut beneath trembling hands, and her gaze, oh, that haunting gaze, was naught more than a mix of curiosity and pure lunacy. " Tell me, Ichi: what bleeds when you name it, breaks when you love it, and begs when you look too long? " A giggle, tilting her head as she stared at her with animalistic wonder. " I've torn it out of so, so many people, yet it never looks or feels the same. "

@voidfleur / / unprompted / / always welcome!

[ardenssolis]

misc action meme; no longer accepting || @voidfleur

👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention .

OZYMANDIAS HAD FELT OICHI earlier, but he had long become accustomed to the odd sensation that her presence had a tendency to leave. For another, it might come across as oppressive like that feeling that came that made one want to nervously glance over their shoulder to see if a monster was present. For him, however, he wasn’t intimidated. If anything, he found her being opposite of himself to be quite fascinating when pondered. It was not until he felt a small tug that he turned his head to properly look upon her, the usual sharpness of his gaze softening slightly. ❝Forgive me, Oichi. I was not aware that you desired my attention. I had just thought you would linger and watch the stars.❞

      The night sky was too beautiful to ignore, after all. Each gleaming star above, could put even the most tumultuous soul at ease. ❝Would you like to join me? I will allow the company.❞ She seemed lucid and calm today, what ever heaviness she might have been carrying in her heart, temporarily placed to the side. He would not squander an opportunity to further learn more about her, most especially when no others were present save for just them. That should make her much more likely to speak in length. So he thought, at least.

[caemthe]

@voidfleur said.º

"Lord Nagamasa, is that you...............?" Cue dark hands inching closer to approach and caress Jiyan. Be very careful in your next movements...

General Jiyan was in the middle of a patrol when an outrider contacted him via pangu terminal. The outrider kept things brief, quickly informing him of the odd, not entirely hostile, frequencies they found during their patrol and sightings of what appeared to be a new overlord or elite TD that hasn't been registered. After a few more questions that were swiftly answered, the general thanked the outrider and ordered them to clear the perimeter in case there were other rangers, couriers or researchers in the area.

He'll take care of it.

When Jiyan entered the dark, he immediately realized that something was off. The humanoid 'rocks' and TD who lurked in the shadows of large trees and thorns were nothing, not was the suffocating presence of death and stagnant air. The feeling of being followed, the need to reach out for his blade, his senses becoming sharper, they weren't new either.

He stopped walking.

Golden eyes closed as he listened to the surrounding frequencies. The aero resonator used a fraction of his forte to try and locate the source of that strange presence, but he didn't have to wait long for it to reveal itself.

A voice that sounded jarringly human talked behind him, and dark hands reached out to him.

In a fraction of a second, qinglong put itself between the general and the anomaly. Jiyan acted just as fast, raising his weapon and putting distance between himself and the resonator(?), tacet discord(?), remnant(?). Golden eyes narrowed as he waited for the anomaly's next move. That thing... woman(?) had talked. A ghost remnant of the tragedies that took place in this land? But she had called him Nagamasa. That wasn't a name from Huanglong.

"You're mistaken. I'm not Nagamasa and it's unlikely you'll find a person that goes by that name here."

[guhamun]

@voidfleur said (inbox):

" One-Eyed Dragon... what is a ' rizz ' ? Ichi figured out it's one of those terms from the language you speak but Ichi doesn't know what it means... "

RIZZ? HE WASN'T EVEN sure what that was either to be honest. However, was Masamune going to admit that he, the self-proclaimed master of these kind of foreign words, was lacking in knowledge? Of course not. That would be utterly ridiculous. ❝Heh, you came to the right person. It means COOL.❞ He gestured at her, index and middle pointing in what he considered a 'cool' pose to go along with his words. Did it actually mean this? Questionable...

[mannequinentity]

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver. + REVERSE / anyone can extend their kindness to Ichi...

RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS. | @voidfleur

There are millions of reasons why someone should give up and say goodbye to the last optimism left in their bones. He'd rather not let these utterances sneak their way inside and influence the actions for the worse. There's already pent-up frustrations with shoulders and neck stiff to the touch. He laced his fingers around the peony flower to insert it inside her hair from behind.

"We don't often get much kindness around here. It's not a safe neighborhood when the sun dims down over the horizon." He brushes her hair with a bristle. "But when there is, it's more of a cherished memory, one that lasts the whole day, and I wish for someone to able to recognize that. Because some are too busy sucked into their own bubble."

The gunshots in the distance and the frequent screams that comes with an echo. They're horrifying whenever he's sleeping with plushie in bed. The best he can do is tolerate, accept, and make use of his surroundings. He learned not to see past people but, observe them to see if they're trustworthy or not. It's tiring with that encouraging smile, blossoming into a new, fresh light in a place of disgust and hatred.

When to be kind and when to take action by the cost of his humanity. He still imagined what he could've had, and the buildup between that is addictive, like sharpening a hatchet to be struck again. This place is soaked with degeneracy and corruption, he wished there was more than this. The better mindset is not to dwell on people's successes, or else he's a completely different person. It's just begging to quench his envy for a more sinister cause.

"If you find a place of solace, I pray you'll find it soon, because I don't have much faith in other people, and you're kind I can tell. Please don't lose it, please."

[dnangelic]

' that face you're making looks like it's about to cry ... what's the matter ? something happen ? ' // @voidfleur

[2886error-deactivated202322]

would you like to be Ichi's friend - (with the most puppy eyed look ever)

ㅤㅤㅤAren't rainy days just full of surprises? Here, human and thing coexist, and under the bright red umbrella, an inviting void taunts to split jaw from nose.ㅤA smile.ㅤHis interest is drawn completely towards her, and his torso waits no longer to dislocate from its rigid place to turn around to face her. Beware of that which you acknowledge; the pieces of the jar you have broken will remain with you. He mimics the sound of chirping birds, and soon enough, his frame completely hovers over hers. His bright red umbrella now shielding them both from the rain.

Extending his hand forward, he offers said umbrella for her to hold onto. It is important to note that this is not an invitation; for contact has already been established.