today, i feel the harmony between.

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[viladlind]

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[weltenwellen]

Aimee Seu, from "In Flux: 25"

[blightsbite]

❝ I was hoping, ❞ Vanth mourns softly to the presence he senses has stilled before him, balled up and face down into the soil, ❝ I would blend in here… And no one would notice me. ❞ It had seemed while he was fleeing that the endless blooms of Savior's Respite could easily swallow his frail, miserable little body, so ravaged by overgrowth. That he could duck and hide and disappear as a rabbit would into the underbrush, escaping the dangerous truth. Then again, he should know better. The flowers of the cliff are beautiful—nothing like the thorns burrowed deep into his skin, their violet florets like bruises on the peaceful landscape. Of course someone would spot him. He is no ethereal blossom, nor is he a camouflaged animal of prey. He is a sore on the eyes, a blight upon these sacred grounds.

With his head against his knees, his pose already asks for forgiveness. Vanth is sorry, strangely so, for blemishing the dirt at their feet. Perhaps they will pardon his existence if he lies here long enough, and leave so that he can return to dust. ❝ I didn't, mean for you to notice me. I didn't want to be noticed. I know—I'm really fucking selfish for coming here. I don't belong. ❞ His throat sheds some petals for his honesty, and Vanth hacks them out, an ongoing punishment for eating them in the first place. ❝ Apparently... Hgh, heroes would come and offer their body and soul to that big cliff over there. But I've got nothing left of mine. I already, l- lost my soul to evil thorny hands just like these, and now they got my body, too... Heh, at least—at least this place doesn't burn me like the cathedral does. And yet, I can't stay away from there, either. ... I wish I could belong. ❞ @viladlind — a crocus among us.

[viladlind]

an animal makes itself bigger when fearing for its life. fiyero is intimately familiar with the practice. many a fox has died to his arrow when he was travelling on the road. he knows its cry when the metal connects with flesh, the way life leaves its body when it crumples, that large presence reduced to nothing.

he's done it himself. his feathers shake and rustle when he's scared, his lips pull back into a snarl. shoulders hackled, the impression of danger can be the difference between seeing another dawn and closing his eyes forever.

or until revivify is cast on him, a brutality in its own right. he thinks of volo. how small he had looked after returning from death. this island is not kind.

this is not a kindness. vanth all but disappears in the brushes, seeking refuge that's denied. fiyero kneels near immediately when he sees him, recognizes him. when his voice, usually large and booming, sneaks into his ears like brittle vines. a shushing noise from his lips, not loud enough to stop the flow of words.

vanth looks so young. fiyero reaches out a hand to place on his head.

there's no need for forgiveness with him. he's already forgiven everything life could offer him.

' you're hurt, ' he says quietly, perhaps more right than he once thought. ' little sapphire … quiet your worries. let me help you. '

his hand strokes through his hair tenderly, as much as he can with all those thorns poking into him. vanth had picked a terrible spot, obvious to fiyero's gaze yet torturing himself. ' i'll help those without a soul, too. it makes no difference to me. ' pausing, making himself comfortable on his knees— he'll be here a while— fiyero continues without a hurry. ' i was once offered a similar deal, did you know that? a devil called raphael promised me help in return for my soul. but you don't need to offer me anything. '

[slicksurge]

@viladlind. // starter.

"that's a very elaborate cosplay outfit. you must have put a lot of work into it. who is the character and where are they from?" maybe it's something in the air, maybe it's trying to find someone who could inform her of how to get back home, maybe it's something else entirely—but the words spill out from manhattan cafe's mouth before she can think otherwise.

she sneezes, a tiny, stifled sound into her elbow, and then huffs in annoyance. the pollen count still reads "good luck! <3" like some cheeky bully, and her tail swishes even more aggressively in her irritation. she clears her throat, focusing back on the very pink person in front of her.

[viladlind]

' people keep saying that to me, ' fiyero almost complains right off the bat. it's not that he hears it whenever he leaves the house, but a few newcomers have posed the question. one time it was even a lady he was buying flowers from. ' i still don't know what it means. '

it is a bit insulting. the implication that he's playing a character, that he's somehow not being true to himself. he did work as an actor for a brief time back home in waterdeep, but he hasn't in ages.

so he's sulking. it's the presence of the flowers in the city that lessens his reaction, though his tail does tick from side to side behind him.

' i'm no character, dear. my name is fiyero. ' he holds out his hand, seemingly expecting a kiss to the back of it.

[astrallithid]

@viladlind ⎛ event s.c ⎠

since his arrival in the city nearly two years ago, balduran had been able to wander effortlessly among the people of spirale without needing to use any sort of magic to retain a mortal form- something he had realized that he'd missed more than he wanted to admit.

distinctly, he remembered saying that he had made peace with what he had become. now, more than ever, he knew how much of a lie that was.

the flowers that bloomed in his hair made him look like he'd enjoyed himself in the company of druids. moreso than usual, he carried the sweet scent of vanilla; among the pale petals were golden buttercups- the lovely proof of his frequent lies and withheld truths.

❝ oh, song of my soul- ❞ by instinct, his mind reaches out to fiyero's, more disorganized than usual. ❝ my mind has been wandering- ❞ and that's not untrue. no new flowers bloom, not yet. ❝ you have not been standing there for too long, have you? ❞

[viladlind]

the ebb and flow of their minds is much like the sea these days. often they're pulled together when they need each other. this time, balduran reaches out seemingly without knowing.

their minds and bodies slide together at the same time, fiyero reaching out a hand to his jaw, pushing his gaze to her softly. it wanders. she plucks a petal from his hair, honey-gold in colour.

' i know, cinpa'i. i felt you. ' you, his mind and soul. in his thoughts pictures of a sprawling sunrise appear, tolling over a meadow of glowing flowers. fiyero plucks another petal, wanting to soothe him.

her eyes wander from his hair, a meadow in its own right, to his own. the softness there rivals the softness of the imagery she gives him, bright pinks and warm yellows. ' i thought you may struggle with this, but i didn't expect you so scattered. what is it, balduran? '

leaning up, her heels leaving the ground, fiyero presses a kiss to his cheek. ' you can tell me anything. '

[viladlind]

🌸 if you’re still accepting!

three things fiyero likes about you!

' any child with such confidence must be awarded. '

' they remind me of mol, sometimes ... they know their way around a world that doesn't always accomodate them. it challenges me. and it delights me, seeing them beat people thrice their age in a battle of wits. they'd make a spectacular bard. '

[viladlind]

🌸 (if you're still accepting!)

three things fiyero likes about you!

' i simply must admire somebody who manages to catch me off guard. my first impression of reinite was entirely wrong— that doesn't happen often. i like to consider my judgement quite accurate. '

' and what a delightful person she turned out to be. such brisk belligerence was sorely needed in my youth. and at any court for that matter. we would have made fast friends. '

' i like to think us fast friends now. i'll have to dress her up sometime soon ... her figure demands it. '

[highprinceadolin]

Her laughter brought a wider smile to Adolin's face, who seemed more excited by the kind of opening he'd received. "You sure are. I'm Adolin, by the way" - he said politely, noticing very well how she was also looking at him. And, in truth, Adolin loved it.

There was something fun about flirting, even if it didn't lead anywhere. It was good for the ego and, at the very least, brought a few smiles. But the truth is, his expression was one of surprise at her more direct advance, something he definitely hadn't expected. Laughing softly, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he still had a smile when he spoke. "A glimpse is never enough, not when it promises something worth remembering" - he winked, not really believing that this would lead them anywhere. "Of course, only if you’re willing to show more. I’d rather not presume.” ~

[viladlind]

surprised excitement after such straightforwardness. it gives fiyero more of an impression than he might suspect, a thoughtful grin sneaking around her painted lips.

she leans in, raises a claw to the button of his collar. ' careful now, ' she hums quietly. ' you underestimate just how willing i am. '

the ring on her finger with two birds intertwined has never meant that fiyero restricts herself— her lovers are many, affection given freely. she's not sure this man knows just what he's getting himself into. not that it's a problem. sometimes it's more fun that way.

her eyes glint when she glances at him. ' and i don't think your legs can bend that far, handsome. '

[brandneweyescd]

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

[viladlind]

🌸 praise me

three things fiyero likes about you!

' it's, uhm ... cute? '

' a bit eerily unsettling. if it's going for that. it must be. '

[viladlind]

🌸

(you don't have to do this but it'd be hilarious to see cafe get read)

three things fiyero likes about you!

' she'd make a spectacular rogue, that much is certain. '

' a freakish gaze will go a long way in that occupation. a good taste for golden accents, i always appreciate that ... if just to steal a few of her accessories. but she seems so sweet, i'd almost feel too bad about it. '

[viladlind]

🌸 heheh

three things fiyero likes about you!

' not a particularly better candidate. '

' he's handsome, i'll give him that. he has the scent of the hells about him ... tends to make me homesick. '

[viladlind]

🌸 hahahahahah

three things fiyero likes about you!

' nothing. '

' next. '

[viladlind]

🌸We haven't interacted terribly much, but...

three things fiyero likes about you!

' a competitor is good for the craft. '

' i find it impressive to take the task of teaching others upon yourself. i've only managed with a select few. i'm sure i'd go mad if just about anybody could ask me to teach them how to string a harp ... '

' and he's pink! '

[viladlind]

🌸

three things fiyero likes about you!

' nosy, are we? '

' zevran gets the silliest sounds out of me. i'm not sure i'd ever made them before, if not in my own company alone. '

' he flutters this way and that, but he always returns home with a shiny treat, and often a good bottle of wine. i've learned to appreciate finery through him, in the little things. he does so like gloating about his better tastes in spirits ... and coffee. '

' and, of course, the things he does with his tongue. '

[viladlind]

🌸

three things fiyero likes about you!

' i've certainly written a few pieces inspired by our fights. '

' dar is an honest person. my favourite kind. whether we swing fists or drink a bottle together, what i see is what i get. it's quite relieving, honestly. it makes me feel at peace around him, despite our ... more rambunctious activities. '

[viladlind]

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three things fiyero likes about you!

' prometheus is excellent company! '

' he's an easy person to be around. we go many places, we see many things. the joy of discovery is best shared, and i like sharing it with him. he's one of my most treasured companions— i haven't found many of my own kind just yet. '