#wildinfinitum

[finalpresent]

@wildinfinitum​ didn’t ask for a starter but I’m giving you one anyways.

Oh to be downed in the middle of a match, it was never a good feeling. Even worse of a feeling when you were the first one downed. Perhaps he needs to practice kiting more. The hunter had left him, surprisingly, so he was left to try and pick himself back up. He manages to get to his knees but not much further as he was seeing stars still and had a pain in his legs that wouldn’t go away. Wick whines next to him, and Victor at least manages to reach out to pet the dog’s head in reassurance - but now what?

He wasn’t the best at healing. He carried bandages on him like everyone did, but it would take awhile to patch himself up. Should he ask for help? No, the others were likely busy. He would just have to deal with it himself or wait until the hunter came back to properly chair him.

[paintsoul]

@wildinfinitum

Naib always worked so hard, that’s Roman’s conclusion after seeing Naib work out on the makeshift gym and kiting area near the manor. He watched from the upper window, arms folded on the sill and just observing Naib work out below. Naib was always the first and last to be in the area. On days he didn’t have matches, he was almost always practicing for one. Roman had to admire the spirit.

But isn’t it a little much? He hopes that Naib is getting enough social interaction between his workouts. Enough rest, even. He has never been in a match himself, and he knows even death is possible - but he hopes that Naib isn’t just dedicating all of his time to practicing new ways to die. He deserves to practice living as well.

He leans a little forward, trying to see where Naib had gone to, and he hadn’t realized something important. The window wasn’t locked. He accidentally pushes open the window panes. Panicked, he reaches out to grab them and slams them shut. Shit. He looks down, Ocean blue eyes meet dark brown ones, and Roman slowly backs away from the window before bolting down the hall.

He needed to make it back to his canvas and quickly. This wasn’t the first time he had watched Naib practice, but it might surely be the last if he is caught.

[bttnnghtmr]

@wildinfinitum​ : "Damn, Doc. Now THAT was quite the show!" A low whistle follows the voice that can be heard from behind Eli, golden claws tapping on the ground in amusement from where the Mole has poked out of his hole. A rare wrong turn and, well, this WAS an interesting development. Dark eyes flash to the blood splattered all around, and back up to the Owl. "Tell me, what did the poor sucker do to deserve that type of punishment? See something they shouldn't, perhaps? I must say, I think I know the feeling."

      Just make it look like wild animal’s attack. That was Eli’s main thought as he was taking care of yet another trespasser. Talons dug into throat and stomach next, making it as messy as possible. Next, using few more or less medical tools to make it even messier. Only when there was barely anything left, Owl finally stepped away, calming his nerves down and allowing at least part of blood to drop down. It’s been going on for a while and no one noticed, so it had to be fine, right? All that was left was to just get back and clean up himself.

      Yet moments before turning into bird and flying away comment behind him, along the whistle, made him tense up as with heavy step he turned towards Mole. Luckly enough mask covered up most of his expression, not allowing to show pure fear on his face, and soon his mouth turned into annoyed frown.       The bigger issue was what to do. He knew that currently he was on lost position no matter what he’d do, making attempt to escape just because of his own first reaction useless, since probably everyone around knew where Eli lives and he could just barge in with questions. Neither is Eli fast enough to try to get rid of other and considering that he was still mostly in, even if he tried, other had easy way out. Lying wasn’t an option either, from what was said he witnessed whole thing.

      Sigh of defeat escaped him. There was no good option for him, so he’s forced to just play along, or at least talk to him. Eli tried to get more blood of his.glovess and sleeves, while trying to come up with an answer to question that wouldn’t drag him further.

      “ I don’t think it’s any of your business. “ Despite trying to sound threathening and unmoved, his voice was slightly shaking, alongside his frown. It probably was easy for other to tell that he was scared. Who wouldn’t? Even if he did it to protect the forest, it was still murder and if word got out- he didn’t want to think about it. Eli would have to disappear himself, because there’s no way anyone would let a murderer to live here. At least not in Eli’s case, who everyone trusted as a doctor.       There was moment of silence, unsure what to say next. He wanted to get away, urgently. Words running again and again through his head, trying to find a point to get away. Worried smile appeared on his face, as he attempted first thought that came to his head       “ But if you know the feeling, how about we’ll just go our ways and pretend nothing happened? “ Just let me go and don’t tell anyone.

[unblot]

romance advice // accepting

@wildinfinitum​​:    shipping and handling for malleus, or anyone you didnt get but are itching to talk about!

COMPLIMENT HIM!!! he’s not the type of person who will ever ask for compliments, praise or any kind of affection because he’s super duper shy & embarrassed when actually given it. but it goes a long way for him. just being told he’s doing a good job or that he’s working hard genuinely makes him so happy.  again he’s very...prickly & embarrassed when given affection & praise but it’s pretty easy to tell it makes him happy. 

this will obviously subside over time if he’s in a relationship & gets used to it. then he’ll definitely return any sort of affection very earnestly. however! while jack does like affection if you touch his ears or tail without his permission & you’re not close to him that is a one way ticket to getting growled at. jack cares a lot about his personal space & especially sees these kinds of gestures as demeaning & rude so unless he trusts you, paws off. 

[thornsraised]

@wildinfinitum​ asked a question:  “ teach me to undo what’s done. ” ( diasomnia Floyd let's fucking GOOOOOO ) // twisted sentence meme.

“ if i knew how to do that myself in order to teach you, i doubt i would be here, ” lilia says, and his voice is gentle but even. he knows floyd doesn’t want to be here — in this dorm, away from his family — and lilia can’t blame him. if he had been sorted somewhere apart from malleus or silver, or had sebek been sorted into a different dormitory... the situations would have been similar.

“ but things that are done are done, and nothing can undo them. all you can do is look forward and act from this moment on. ” it’s likely not the advice floyd wants to hear, and even lilia has to admit the words feel hollow, like he’s quoting something he doesn’t necessarily believe.

[demonicnotes]

@wildinfinitum​

Antonio is listening. Head nearly against the wall, eyes closed, picking over the sounds of the manor in his mind’s eye. Searching for something—or someone, rather. 

He knows from matches that the gravekeeper is quiet, terribly so. Despite the heavy boots he wears, even his steps are stifled, seeking anonymity. 

But he’s not silent, and that makes it possible to track him, were Antonio to focus hard enough (as he is right now).

He is by nature not a strategist, nor a schemer. But he does know how to intuit, how to twist the sociality that every person carries with them. He knows how to line up events to set a stage. Not with foul intentions, of course! But Antonio is a man that knows his audience, and he knows the gravekeeper will shy away from too obvious of an entrance. 

With this in mind, he has been keeping his attention on the survivor, and waiting. Right now, there is a hallway on the other side of this wall, one that the gravekeeper is approaching. No—walking down, now. Antonio just has to wait a few more moments, and—

That’s his cue!

He lurches around the corner, into the entrance of the hall from his end. Right into line of sight.

He’s posed like he just managed to stop himself from bumping into the other man, posture canted forward, his elbows bent, propped against the doorway. The way is blocked, but in just such a way that it almost doesn’t look intentional.

Antonio smiles down at the gravekeeper, teeth glinting in the dim lamplight of the hallway.

“Well, hello there. And what a coincidence, you’re exactly the person I was looking for.”

[storytell]

@wildinfinitum​ asked

“‘Ey, Ladd!” It’s night as Claire leans in the window, knocking on the wall gently. He’s resting casually, as if he’d been reclining there for ages and not that he’d set foot there only moments ago. “You got a minute, handsome? Or maybe a few. All night, actually, if ya don’t mind!”

❛     wouldja  look  at  that  !  so  what’s  this  ,  huh  ?  you  gonna  take  me  out  on  some  kinda  date  ?     ❜  smug  bastard  ,  thinks  he  can  just  ask  for  your  time  whenever  he  wants  ,  and  the  worst  part  is  he’s  completely  right  .  look  ,  you’re  just  so  full  of  love  for  the  guy  that  you  think  it’s  hard  to  tell  him  no  ,  even  if  giving  him  what  he  wants  pisses  you  off  more  than  anything  .

but  hey  ,  it’s  what  you  want  ,  too  .

❛     you’ve  got  some  nerve  askin’  me  to  just  spend  a  night  with  you  like  that  on  such  short  notice  ,  but  lucky  for  you  i’ve  got  nothin’  to  do  for  the  night  ,  and  nobody  to  be  around  but  you  !  who  knows  ,  tonight  could  be  the  night  i  finally  catch  you  off  guard  and  kill  ‘ya  ,  or  the  night  i  ask  you  to  marry  me  and  you  say  yes  !  it  could  even  be  both  if  i’m  lucky  enough  !     ❜

[valentiques]

starter call ♡ @wildinfinitum​ ♡ hubert 

“Hubert, it’s really weird to see you around by yourself.” Dare Hilda even say she’s concerned for her peer, brows creased in growing confliction. If he wasn’t peeled off the side of Edelgard, wouldn’t he have been doing something like sticking his nose into tomes? She didn’t really know much of the happenings or the respective members of the Black Eagles house, but it seemed to suit him. Hands fold in front of her, tone hesitant. 

“Wait, don’t tell me...” Magenta hues flicker as they take the worst possible stab in the dark. “Did they choose you to represent your house in the White Heron Cup? Is that why you’ve been out and about recently?”