#vvaeritas

[mendakium]

❝ Woah there, Rerir. Take it slow. ❞

[devoursleuth]

Acheron  steps  forward,  slow  as  a  falling  blade,  and  the  air  hums  faintly,  like  a  memory  trying  to  surface  and  failing.  She  happens  to  walk  in @vvaeritas Aventurine's  path  and  she  stops,  studying  him;  not  like  a  stranger,  not  like  an  enemy  she  fell,  but  like  the  answer  to  her  question.  What  her  blade  fractured  in  his  gamble  is  now  …  reforged.  His  cornerstone. 

“  I  see,  ”  she  says  softly,  voice  carrying  that  quiet,  inevitable  weight,  “your  heart  is  whole  again.  Your  journey  in  this  world  continues,  shining  like  the  jewel  in  your  pocket. ” 

[remembranced]

@vvaeritas -- ;

Of all the things Clear could've expected on one of his routine "business trips" to Penacony, his Memobeast having an intense reaction to a Memory Zone Meme that wasn't immediately mauled in its jagged maw was nothing less than a surprise. Instead, like an eel, like a streak of ink did it circle around Dormancy with unfettered excitement. Given the out-of-bounds nature of this segment of Penacony, he doubted its territory was being too encroached upon, but given the dog-like excitement his own memosprite exhibited...

Spying a brunet who seemed to be idling despite the inherent danger of this area, Clear cleared his throat awkwardly despite its needlessness for beings such as they.

"Yo, so--that big guy yours... or somethin'?"

[aguilareye]

Boothill snickers, smoke curling from his nostrils as the cigarette clung to the corner of his mouth. He only shook his head. Sampo Koski just didn't get it.

“You got ’til the count of ten.” he drawled, plucking the cigarette free and flicking it aside. His metal heel grinds the embers into the concrete, smoke hissing in protest.

“Five… four, ” a grin spread slow across his bronze face.

[gravenlight]

@vvaeritas : ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ // source.

      he never anticipated running into him so soon. routine patrol to cleanse any wild hunt manifestations & . . . there he was. it was almost comedic, in a way. this time, there would be no timely intervention from columbina. the words that tumbled out of the sinner's mouth was nothing to brush off, even with the humor behind them.

flins' hold on the lantern tightened — a nigh - imperceptible gesture. its sickening, reddish - pink glow flashed erratically, but at least there was no abyssal energy corrupting it again . . . yet.

      " it's a ravenous thing, no? powerful & yet . . . the corruption was cleansed so easily. " that did not mean the blight cannot return, of course, but the lightkeeper was especially careful about it now.

[predvestnik]

「 @vvaeritas ✦ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 」 ❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞ / arecchino @ childe. god knows what tf did he told her

     ❛ Come on, it wasn't that bad. ❜ In his defense, it sounded better in his head and something happened along the way from his thoughts into his speech to sabotage its meaning. Still, he retains the right to be amused by Arlecchino's reaction, her composure and resignation speaking volumes of a social restraint Tartaglia has ever only seen in certain individuals.

His laugh is stifled, muffled behind the back of his hand as he avoids escalating into a full blown cackle. ❛ More people are becoming interested in filming and I think you'd do well as an actress. Regrator would definitely see it as an investment opportunity. ❜

[kyryii]

'' Uncle Flimsy? ... Why does Varka call you babygirl? ''

“Please, pay him no mind Spark Knight. I believe the Grand Master has bestowed upon me quite an honorary title, which will have to be revoked, I fear, as I am no Knight … ”  He blinks, the flames within the lantern burning a blend of burgundy and cobalt.

[swirldmg]

@vvaeritas said : '' sooooooo, '' look at how much he's stretching that. Sampo looks remarkably pleased and smug, which is suspicious. he's never like that around her. '' a little birdie told me that our dear miss Sparkle here, in the flesh, '' he almost pokes her cheek. '' has a leetle, little, littlest crush on a blue-haired fellow...? '' as if that information was going to stay private, once he put his paws on it. finally, some ammunition on her! bless the aeons for this moment of REVENGE.

OH ? the coward is being brave today ... or perhaps it's just foolishness , because who would go from avoiding sparkle and her idea of elation and suddenly cannonball straight into personal , INTIMATE territory , poking and prodding at feelings she keeps so very close to herself . impossibly so , buried so deep she can barely recognise them at all ... confusing and irritating at the best of times .

" i know a lot of blue - haired fellows , i hope you're not talking about YOURSELF ~ " she knows he isn't , but sparkle will have her fun too , pulling a face of disgust at the very idea , " i'm flattered , but ... your pretty face is the only thing you've got going for you . the limitations you put on yourself and our path are such a drag , it's a total turn - off ! "

there's a dangerous glint in her eyes : if he had any semblance of common sense left in that idiot head , he'd know better than to provoke the ticking time bomb herself , " and how is ... ? oh , what's his name again ... gepard ! sweet guy . "