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[I don’t think I ever made an actual promo for this blog so here we go]
[Ask/roleplay blog for a Mirror Taranza here, connected with and sideblog to itsybitsytaranza. I highly advise to take a look at the about page before interacting <3]
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[I don’t think I ever made an actual promo for this blog so here we go]
[Ask/roleplay blog for a Mirror Taranza here, connected with and sideblog to itsybitsytaranza. I highly advise to take a look at the about page before interacting <3]
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[I don’t think I ever made an actual promo for this blog so here we go]
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[Heavily debating moving Dusk to a side blog on my main Taranza blog just to make things easier for me. I’ve been really wanting to change up his blog anyway. Of course everything involving plot and interactions won’t be changed or reset. Just moved.]
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
{✽} “ Welcome. I’m glad that this helped a bit.” She was going to let his body rest for a moment before she feeds him the soup and blood.
But what he said next made her blink.
{✽} “ Warm?” Oh, his poor body must be so cold. Taking off her cape, she draped it over Dusk’s body like a blanket. She has to admit that it was rather sweet that he found her warm.
It was precious.
{✽} “ How about now? Is that even better?”
Dull green eyes only opened again when he felt something soft over him, something warm. He looked up at Paintra, then slowly let his eyes close once more as he settled. He curled up with the witch, head rested on her lap, and his tail curling around her. He took care in making sure the sharp tip didn't touch her.
He can't remember ever experiencing something like this before. This sort of thing was almost foreign to him. But it wasn't unwelcome. He was really enjoying it... He honestly wanted to just stay here forever. It was much better than being a prisoner to himself in his own castle, alone on the cold floor.
Sometimes he wished he lived in this world... It wasn't like anyone would miss him.
But the corruption in his head wasn't going to allow that.
Just enjoy this moment while it lasts...
"Much... Thank you..."
"I'm... Sorry for being like this..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
She was glad that he finally got some water into him. He should feel a bit better after that.
Once he drank all the water from the glass, she pulled it away and sat it back down on the tray before softly stroking his hair again. She was going to let his body process what he just drank before she moved on to food. Considering that he hadn't eaten or drank in ages, making him consume stuff back to back might upset his stomach.
She was going to take things slow.
{✽} “ There we go.. Are you feeling a little better from that? If you want I can go and get you some more water if you need it.”
He swallowed roughly after Paintra moved the glass away, letting out a few dry coughs. His body wasn't used to the liquid, but it would help. His throat felt a little less sore.
Taking in slow breaths, he leaned into the witch as she stroked his hair, finding a large amount of comfort in her. As much as he didn't think he deserved any of it, he knew he couldn't stop her. He may as well try to enjoy it. It's been a really long time since he's been this close to someone and they weren't terrified.
The monarch looked up at her question. He was still thirsty, but he didn't want to push it. That was his first drink in who knows how long, and his body needed time to process it.
"I do feel a little better, thank you... I'm fine for now though..."
His eyes slowly closed after that to let himself relax. As much as his ruined form could.
“...You’re really warm...”
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Taking the brooch, she carefully pinned it to his scarf. It sparkled beautifully as her hand went back to playing with his hair. A small smile came to her face as she let out a small sigh. The brooch looked really nice on him and she was glad that he loved it.
{✽} “ It looks so lovely on you Dusk. I’m so happy that you love it.” The hand in his hair when to the back of his head as her other hand grabbed the cup of ice cold water from the tray. Who knows when was the last time he had any. The mage has to be dehydrated beyond belief.
{✽} “ Here..You must be thirsty. Open your mouth and drink slowly okay?”
Dusk glanced down as the brooch was pinned to him, then looked back up at Paintra's words and found a soft green glow coming onto his face. He's been told countless compliments in his life, but for some reason, it felt different from her.
It felt genuine.
He almost wanted to start crying again, but he didn't have many tears left.
"Thank you..."
Feeling his head lifted, his focused turned to the cup Paintra held. He was thirsty... His throat was dry and his head has been filled with a light dizziness for ages. He really didn't know how long it's been. Long enough to be desperate.
He raised a hand up, carefully placing it over the witch's own that held the cup. There's a moment of what appeared to be hesitation, before he carefully brought it to his mouth and drank slowly. The cool liquid felt pleasant on his sore throat.
It really must've been a long time since he's had any sort of sustenance...
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Paintra sat everything she had down before sitting down, carefully pulling Dusk into her lap. Looks like he was crying while she was gone. It was something she should have expected but still, it hurt to see him like that.
Looking down she saw the brooch she made him in his hands. Looks like he found the gift she dropped.
{✽} “ A.Ah..I see you found the gift I made you..” Carefully taking her hand, she began to wipe the leftover tears from his face before running her hand through his silky hair.
{✽} “ I wish I could of give it to you sooner but so much stuff happened. I know its something small but I thought it would nice on you. If you want I can pin it on you..”
The arachnid's fragile body tensed, and flinched lightly at her touch, before he slowly grew used to the affection, and decided he enjoyed it. He let his eyes slide shut for just a moment, and then open again when Paintra spoke. He still held a smile. A weak and tired, but genuine one.
"Don't worry... I love it... I really didn't expect anything, honestly..."
While dull pain still ran through him, the soothing feeling he got from Paintra's hand through his hair was making it all the more easy to bare.
He still didn't understand any of this. As much as he tried, he couldn't see why someone like Paintra would ever want to be close to a monster like him. But he's grown far too tired to question why. He knew he couldn't do anything to change it, so it was better to accept it.
Besides... It felt nice to be wanted.
At her offer, he looked at the brooch in his hands, then at the witch as he delicately held it up to her.
"I'd like that..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Paintra was gone for quite a bit. It was no surprise that she was. After all, she promised him food and she wanted to tend to his injuries. But she was going as fast as she could.
But perhaps to Dusk, it might like she been gone forever.
As time went on.
And on..
And on…
As he waited for her.
But after what seem like forever he could hear the door open.
There Paintra was with quite a few things in her hands. A tray with food and water on it for him, a small basket with first aid supplies and a half empty bottle of a anti-pain potion (the one she made for Taranza), and a blanket.
Closing the door behind her, she quickly and carefully made her way to the curled up King with a worried expression on her face.
{✽} “ Oh gods. I’m so so sorry I took too long Dusk!”
He didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like an eternity, and the loneliness was gripping him like a vice. It didn't take his silent tears too much longer to be out of sorrow and pain.
But he held onto his new precious gift, and continued to wait patiently, with the subtle hope Paintra would come back.
The irrational part of him always thought she wouldn't.
Eventually, the sound of the door opening broke the awful silence, and when Paintra's voice was heard, the monarch seemed to relax instantly. Slowly looking over at her, Dusk gave her a tired smile, and eyes glittering with leftover tears.
"It's okay... You're here now..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Inside of the box was a lovely little brooch that was in the shape of a flower. In the middle was a green gem sounded by smaller white crystals anf purple gems on the tips of the petals, all held together by gold. It was clearly something that was hand made for the King. If he picked up thr name tag, he could see that there was a little note on it as well…
‘Dear Dusk. Sorry my Christmas present for you is late. I got sick and a few other things kept me busy. But I do hope you like this and this can brighten up you day just a bit-Paintra’
Paintra was sure that he had nothing for her but she didn’t care. She took the time to make such a gift for him, to make him happy. Even if it was something small.
It seems to sparkle in his hands
It doesn't take much. Holding the item in a shaky hand, and giving the note a quick read, then another to make sure he's seeing the words right, and tears are starting to spill from his eyes. Tak8ng in a slow breath, he places the box down, but... He holds onto the note.
He'll be keeping that.
Staring at the brooch, he tries to tell himself not to feel guilty. He tries to convince himself this girl is not wasting her hard effort on a lost cause like him. He really tries.
It doesn't work, obviously.
But he appreciates it regardless.
Soon, he finds his head getting fuzzy, and he slowly moves down until he lays on the floor, curling up and holding the gift close to him as he cries quietly. Emotions weren't easy to control for him. Not that it mattered. He had no one to hide them from. There was no point in hiding things.
While guilt and regret tightened around his heart, there was something else. If just a bit.
He was happy... He really was.
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
{✽} “ I’ll be back as fast as I can.”
As much as she didn’t want to leave the King alone, Paintra gave him one final pat on his head before quickly leaving out the room, closing the door behind her. She really does hope that he will alright while she was gone. But making a soup shouldn’t take too long and hopefully, Taranza won’t mind her taking from his blood supply.
But it seemed that she left something behind. Something that she dropped when she saw him.
On the floor next to him was a small wrapped box that had his name on it. Looks like she had a gift for him…
Another weak purr came from him at the pat, then he watched as Paintra left the room. It didn't take long for loneliness to start to grip him.
Dusk's gaze drifted down and a pair of hands brought his cape closer around him as some form of comfort. Having company after so long made him really want it back... But he couldn't be more selfish than he already was.
After a moment, his dull green eyes flickered to the side and noticed the item that Paintra had dropped earlier. Was she... Bringing that to him? Was it another gift?
Did she really have to...?
After staring for some time, he reached out a shaky hand to pick up the small box. At first, he wasn't sure if he should open it. It was for him, but there was the irrational part of him that felt guilty. She really shouldn't be doing this... But it wasn't like he could do anything to stop her kindness.
With some hesitance at first, he carefully opened the box.
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Of course he didn't have a choice in this. Once Paintra had her mind set on taking care of someone, she will follow through no matter what. Dusk needed her and she will make sure that he will get the help he needs.
Slowly pulling away from the King, Paintra began to gently and carefully push Dusk downward so he can sit on the floor. He should be saving his energy and it looks like he can fall over at any time. It best if he just sat down so he won’t fall on his face.
{✽} “ Alright. I’ll go get you that and a few more other things. But please. Sit down and rest till I get back. Alright?”
He may have been enjoying Paintra's attention a little too much, because he looked a little surprised when she stopped. A small whine escaped him when she began to push him down, but he complied and sat down, his tail curling around his fragile form as he did.
It was hard... Feeling this weak. This powerless. This frail. He felt as though anything could make him break. In more ways than just physically.
He didn't want Paintra to leave him either. He calls it selfish, but he liked the feeling of having company. No one ever stayed around him unless they were forced. They were afraid. Even Sectonia. And fair enough...
He was just a monster to her now.
They were all right.
Despite his feelings, Dusk tried to smile for the witch again, giving her a slight nod.
"Alright... I'll be here..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
She wasn't really surprised at his response. He was worse at caring for himself than her own Taranza.
Paintra began to stroke her thumb over his cheek as she let out a sigh. She would have to cook him something to make sure he gets his strength back. Not to mention to see if she can patch up some of the damages he has and maybe try to find a spell to do quick small healing since she doesn't have time to make a full potion.
She sniffled again as she shook her head.
{✽} “ Don't be silly… You need to eat something. You need to eat and rest and I will help you with that.” There was no way she was going to stand around and do nothing for him. She knows most Taranza’s hate getting help but she will always be there to give them the help they need.
{✽} “ Dose some maximum tomato soup and blood sound good to you?…”
"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I..."
He twitched a little, slowly getting used to this feeling of affection, before his eyes slid shut in contentment, and the sound of a broken purr cane from him. The gentle strokes on his cheek were surprisingly effective in relaxing him.
His eyes opened just a little to look at Paintra when she spoke again. He really didn't want to eat... But at the same time, he craved some sort of sustenance. He was starving, and he could tell by the deep ache in his stomach.
He needed help... And it seemed Paintra was determined to give it.
"That sounds fine... Thank you..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
As soon as he came out of the mirror, she pulled him into a gentle embrace, holding him close to her. He looked even worse now that he came through the mirror. She began to cry softly as she just held him.
She have to help him somehow…
{✽} “But I want to help you.“ A sniffle escaped her before pulling back a bit and cupping his cheek with one of her hands.
{✽} “You look so tired.. When wAs the last time you ate or sleep. I can make you something to eat and get you something to drink. It looks like you need it.”
When he was pulled into Paintra's embrace, he relaxed some. Not so much that he would lose his balance, but enough to feel... A bit more at ease despite his pains and weakness. This sort of care wasn't something he came across anymore, and he's started to realize he really, really needed it...
He's forgotten what it feels like.
But when he heard the witch cry, the guilt just welled back up.
He was just hurting her... And he couldn't do anything without hurting her more.
The monarch focused on her with dull eyes as he felt her hand touch his cool grey skin. He'd tensed up at the touch, before slowly relaxing again and ever so slightly leaning into her hand.
Why was it so nice...?
"Um... I... I have to admit... I don't really remember... Time has been a blur... You don't have to get me anything though..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Paintra was much more patient this time aroud. She knew it might take him awhile to get to the mirror. But she knew that he will hear every sound that she makes.
But when he finally got there she was in for a horrable surprise.
{✽} “DUSK!“ Paintra dropped the small box in her hand to plaxe bother her hands on the mirror, as if she was trying to reach out to the King. Gods he looks awful! She knew he wasn’t doing so well when they last talked but he have gotten so much worse.
She felt bad that didn’t see him sooner. But its hard when Taranza was a handfull himself.
{✽} “Oh my gods Dusk you look so awful! I’m sososo sorry I didnt come here sooner! I’ve been so busy and I just! Gods! Im sorry!” There she goes blaming herself again as a few tears was in her eyes. She couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how sorry she was.
Just seeing her dear friend this dammaged made her heart hurt.
Really, he should’ve expected such a reaction. Just look at him. He’s a broken mess. He did look awful. He was awful…
The King frowned and his gaze drifted downward. Another hand was slowly placed on the glass surface, and he let out a shuddering breath. He was stressed by her concern. He shouldn’t be having it. It better belonged to his reflection. He didn’t deserve it, and he’d never believe otherwise.
Similarly to his alternate, but… Worse.
"It’s alright, really… This isn’t your fault… No one to blame here but myself… Not that I can do anything about it either…“
“It… I think it’s stopped though… It hasn’t gotten worse for a while…”
"Please… Don’t worry about it…“
{✽} “It’s not okay!” Sure he said that he thinks stopped but how can be sure? Not to mention it seems like he could barely stand. There was no way she could stay calm during this and not worry.
{✽} “You look so hurt Dusk! Look at you! How can I not worry about you! You can barely stand!“ Paintra began to push on the glass so Dusk can get the message that she want him to come to the other side.
{✽} “Please come to me Dusk. Let me help you..”
He flinched and hesitantly looked back at Paintra. Help him... There she goes again, wanting to help him. She shouldn't. He didn't deserve it. A monster like him?
A monster...
But what choice did he have? Sure, he could cut the connection between them. Hell, he could shatter this mirror if he so desires.
But he didn't.
The selfish part of him didn't want her to go away.
Another sigh left him, but he began to comply. His hands slipped through to the other side of the Mirror, then he slowly pushed the rest of him out, ungracefully as he faltered in the air. He didn't look any better on this side. His colours were duller to add to his overall awful appearance. His normally bright glowing eyes were a much dimmer green.
He just looked bad.
"You shouldn't have to..."
ladiesxofxthexcosmos:
Paintra was much more patient this time aroud. She knew it might take him awhile to get to the mirror. But she knew that he will hear every sound that she makes.
But when he finally got there she was in for a horrable surprise.
{✽} “DUSK!“ Paintra dropped the small box in her hand to plaxe bother her hands on the mirror, as if she was trying to reach out to the King. Gods he looks awful! She knew he wasn’t doing so well when they last talked but he have gotten so much worse.
She felt bad that didn’t see him sooner. But its hard when Taranza was a handfull himself.
{✽} “Oh my gods Dusk you look so awful! I’m sososo sorry I didnt come here sooner! I’ve been so busy and I just! Gods! Im sorry!” There she goes blaming herself again as a few tears was in her eyes. She couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how sorry she was.
Just seeing her dear friend this dammaged made her heart hurt.
Really, he should've expected such a reaction. Just look at him. He's a broken mess. He did look awful. He was awful...
The King frowned and his gaze drifted downward. Another hand was slowly placed on the glass surface, and he let out a shuddering breath. He was stressed by her concern. He shouldn't be having it. It better belonged to his reflection. He didn't deserve it, and he'd never believe otherwise.
Similarly to his alternate, but... Worse.
"It's alright, really... This isn't your fault... No one to blame here but myself... Not that I can do anything about it either..."
"It... I think it's stopped though... It hasn't gotten worse for a while..."
"Please... Don't worry about it..."
@voraciousmirror
Ah… She ment to visit him much sooner than this.
Paintra was feeling much better from her cold. It was such a shame she missed out on Christmas and New Year’s because of it. Made her feel a bit sad but there’s nothing she could do about it.
Slidding into the mirror room with a small wrappes box in her hands, the witch made he way over to the mirror. Its been awhile since she seen Dusk and wondering how he been holding up. She ment to see him earlier to give him his gift but she was sick.
Better late than never she guess.
Knocking on the mirror, she spoke out softly so he could hear her.
{✽} “Dusk? It’s me Paintra. Are you around it’s been awhile.“
The monarch wasn't fairing well, and his people were all worried. Not that he would know. It's been a few months since he's conjured the seal around his throne room. No one has been allowed in, and in turn, he hasn't been out.
The black cloth wrapped around his chest only covers the worst of his cracking, the gaping hole in him, but does nothing for the various and much smaller cracks coming from it. There was a constant drained feeling in him, and everything had a dull ache.
He was long since used to it, and tolerated it.
What he wasn't quite used to was the loneliness.
While his physical state was bad, his mental one wasn't much better. Corruption kept picking at his mind, trying to get him to do something and stop this, but his own emotions always overpowered it. And the fact he could barely even use his magic. So all he could do is lay here in isolation and wonder where this would all lead to.
Until he finally heard something among the deafening silence. A knock upon glass, and then a voice. A familiar voice. One that brought an odd emotion up inside him.
Was that Paintra?
With some amount of struggle, Dusk pushed himself up into the air, forcing himself to float, before looking towards the Mirror. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating from the lack of sleep or sustenance. No... He could feel something. After a long moment, he slowly drifted over to the Mirror and placed a shaky hand on it. There was a constant tremble to his fragile body that made his focus on hovering hard. But it was enough.
Eventually, on the other side of the Mirror's reflection, Dusk's form appeared to Paintra. He didn't bother to fake any sort of wellness. He looked exhausted and in poor shape.
Even so, he tried to give the witch the slightest smile. And he said something familiar, with much more sweetness added to it.
"Hello, little witch..."
