We all walk in Wellia’s light 🌙✨

Aramis ༝ He/Him ༝ WCC Theology & Mortuary Sciences Dual Major ༝ (Character blog for #Project V)

[welliaslight]

My name is brother Aramis Lockwood. I am a long time devotee of our Silver Maiden, Lady Wellia 🌙🩶 and a senior at Witherport Community College where I study theology and mortuary sciences.

My aim with this blog is to spread the word of our Lady, guide those who need guidance, and share Her love with the world, though at times it will serve more personal purposes.

Please feel free to send asks, either about myself or my faith and/or our Lady.

May we all walk in Wellia’s light 🌙✨🩶🙏🏻

[dappermouth]

Some other life — detail from 'Thicket'

[alliumfever]

The afternoon air is already cooling by the time Cillian arrives to pick up Aramis, smelling even more of damp earth and wildflowers than usual; even still, he is suspiciously clean, not a speck of dirt on his well-worn linen pants, nor a grassy stain on his elbows. He stays tight-lipped about their destination, as the drive begins, the radio tuned into WCC's student-ran radio station, playing quietly. His excitement is no less obvious, and, perhaps, a tad infectious, the man nattering on about this or that; nothing of consequence, but everything said with a heightened emotiveness betraying his eagerness. Forty minutes directly out of town later, Cillian turns the aged vehicle onto an old farm property, one that has been left to fallow with clear purpose. Is this where he spends his time, when he's not at school?... Off the road, now, he takes the two of them down into a back paddock, past a treeline, and into a meadow. There, sitting beneath a large, fragrant tree, on a small hillock overlooking the rest of the homestead, is a cozy little picnic site set up with a dozen-dozen sparkling solar lights, a thick, soft picnic blanket, and a half dozen cushions. A bouquet similar to the first Cillian had given Aramis awaits in a deep, green vase perched atop a large picnic basket. Cillian looks anxiously to the horizon; the falling sun is behind them, rather than in-front, obscuring the sunset from view. But the sunset is not what Cillian had brought Aramis out to see. As the two settle on the blanket, amongst the cushions, and the sun falls beneath the rim of the world behind them, Cillian excitedly points to the horizon they can see- where the fading light reveals the first hints of a bright, full moon, beginning to rise as the daylight fades. "I knew I timed it right!" @welliaslight

[alliumfever]

"I've. Actually been thinking about asking you out for a while, and what kind of date I would put together?... And, well, then I sent the flowers, and you agreed to go out with me! Which was super cool! And so I checked- you know, when the next full moon was- and it was so close! So! Here we are," Cillian rambles, a warm blush rising to his cheeks. He'd been thinking - fantasizing - about this for a long time. God(dess?) help a pining fool; he'd never so much as held somebody's hand, before, never thought he'd be on a date with anyone, and yet here he was, living a dream. Aramis' touch is like lightening, sparking through Cillian at the merest brush of fingers. Scratch that- he'd never held someone's hand until now. He tries not to be too eager, oh-so-gently curling his fingers together with the priests. "I'm, um! Glad you like it. The, uh, the picnic, I mean-- the date in general? Like I said, I've put a lot of thought into it. Is that weird?" he shakes his head, a tad embarrassed. "I'm sure you could've put together something just as good. You're attentive, like that, you know?"

[welliaslight]

Seeing Cillian’s nervousness ramp up as he spoke, Aramis suddenly felt in his element, his own boyish jitteriness beginning to fade. Feeling Cillian’s hand curling up into his, he beamed.

“Have you now?” He smiles, his ego inflated slightly by Cillian’s admission that their interest had been piqued for some time. Watching them flush only endeared them further to Aramis.

“It’s not weird,” he continued, and was only a little surprised to find himself speaking in the gentle and tender tone he so often used within the church. “I can tell you put your heart into all this-” he gestures to the picnic setup- “and I appreciate it a lot. You’ve made a very special occasion of this, haven’t you?”

Aramis’ tone is playful, and he hopes that Cillian isn’t put off by the sudden shift in demeanor. He gives his hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

“In fact, I think you must be pretty special, yourself.”

[alliumfever]

Cillian's unclaimed hand begins to flap, a little, held off to the side, the movement obviously restrained but nonetheless telling- exactly as telling as the way his nervous smile breaks out into a broad grin. if this man was a dog, his tail would be wagging. The praise seems to have gotten to him something fierce, the tender voice soothing his worries. "I figured you deserved special," There's less 'ums' and 'uhs', this time. Reassured. "You're. Special, I mean."

[welliaslight]

Aramis was all smiles as he leaned into Cillian.

“Both can be true,” he said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Cillian’s head. He removes his hand from Cillian’s grasp and wrapped his arm around their shoulders instead, pulling them closer.

“So..” he started pointedly. “Is this where you run off to when you’re not on campus? You don’t live all the way out here, do you?”

[alliumfever]

The afternoon air is already cooling by the time Cillian arrives to pick up Aramis, smelling even more of damp earth and wildflowers than usual; even still, he is suspiciously clean, not a speck of dirt on his well-worn linen pants, nor a grassy stain on his elbows. He stays tight-lipped about their destination, as the drive begins, the radio tuned into WCC's student-ran radio station, playing quietly. His excitement is no less obvious, and, perhaps, a tad infectious, the man nattering on about this or that; nothing of consequence, but everything said with a heightened emotiveness betraying his eagerness. Forty minutes directly out of town later, Cillian turns the aged vehicle onto an old farm property, one that has been left to fallow with clear purpose. Is this where he spends his time, when he's not at school?... Off the road, now, he takes the two of them down into a back paddock, past a treeline, and into a meadow. There, sitting beneath a large, fragrant tree, on a small hillock overlooking the rest of the homestead, is a cozy little picnic site set up with a dozen-dozen sparkling solar lights, a thick, soft picnic blanket, and a half dozen cushions. A bouquet similar to the first Cillian had given Aramis awaits in a deep, green vase perched atop a large picnic basket. Cillian looks anxiously to the horizon; the falling sun is behind them, rather than in-front, obscuring the sunset from view. But the sunset is not what Cillian had brought Aramis out to see. As the two settle on the blanket, amongst the cushions, and the sun falls beneath the rim of the world behind them, Cillian excitedly points to the horizon they can see- where the fading light reveals the first hints of a bright, full moon, beginning to rise as the daylight fades. "I knew I timed it right!" @welliaslight

[alliumfever]

"I've. Actually been thinking about asking you out for a while, and what kind of date I would put together?... And, well, then I sent the flowers, and you agreed to go out with me! Which was super cool! And so I checked- you know, when the next full moon was- and it was so close! So! Here we are," Cillian rambles, a warm blush rising to his cheeks. He'd been thinking - fantasizing - about this for a long time. God(dess?) help a pining fool; he'd never so much as held somebody's hand, before, never thought he'd be on a date with anyone, and yet here he was, living a dream. Aramis' touch is like lightening, sparking through Cillian at the merest brush of fingers. Scratch that- he'd never held someone's hand until now. He tries not to be too eager, oh-so-gently curling his fingers together with the priests. "I'm, um! Glad you like it. The, uh, the picnic, I mean-- the date in general? Like I said, I've put a lot of thought into it. Is that weird?" he shakes his head, a tad embarrassed. "I'm sure you could've put together something just as good. You're attentive, like that, you know?"

[welliaslight]

Seeing Cillian’s nervousness ramp up as he spoke, Aramis suddenly felt in his element, his own boyish jitteriness beginning to fade. Feeling Cillian’s hand curling up into his, he beamed.

“Have you now?” He smiles, his ego inflated slightly by Cillian’s admission that their interest had been piqued for some time. Watching them flush only endeared them further to Aramis.

“It’s not weird,” he continued, and was only a little surprised to find himself speaking in the gentle and tender tone he so often used within the church. “I can tell you put your heart into all this-” he gestures to the picnic setup- “and I appreciate it a lot. You’ve made a very special occasion of this, haven’t you?”

Aramis’ tone is playful, and he hopes that Cillian isn’t put off by the sudden shift in demeanor. He gives his hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

“In fact, I think you must be pretty special, yourself.”

[alliumfever]

The afternoon air is already cooling by the time Cillian arrives to pick up Aramis, smelling even more of damp earth and wildflowers than usual; even still, he is suspiciously clean, not a speck of dirt on his well-worn linen pants, nor a grassy stain on his elbows. He stays tight-lipped about their destination, as the drive begins, the radio tuned into WCC's student-ran radio station, playing quietly. His excitement is no less obvious, and, perhaps, a tad infectious, the man nattering on about this or that; nothing of consequence, but everything said with a heightened emotiveness betraying his eagerness. Forty minutes directly out of town later, Cillian turns the aged vehicle onto an old farm property, one that has been left to fallow with clear purpose. Is this where he spends his time, when he's not at school?... Off the road, now, he takes the two of them down into a back paddock, past a treeline, and into a meadow. There, sitting beneath a large, fragrant tree, on a small hillock overlooking the rest of the homestead, is a cozy little picnic site set up with a dozen-dozen sparkling solar lights, a thick, soft picnic blanket, and a half dozen cushions. A bouquet similar to the first Cillian had given Aramis awaits in a deep, green vase perched atop a large picnic basket. Cillian looks anxiously to the horizon; the falling sun is behind them, rather than in-front, obscuring the sunset from view. But the sunset is not what Cillian had brought Aramis out to see. As the two settle on the blanket, amongst the cushions, and the sun falls beneath the rim of the world behind them, Cillian excitedly points to the horizon they can see- where the fading light reveals the first hints of a bright, full moon, beginning to rise as the daylight fades. "I knew I timed it right!" @welliaslight

[welliaslight]

Aramis was a little nervous as Cillian drove them further and further towards the edge of town. He didn't get out much these days, but his excitement began to win him over the longer he listened to Cillian talk. It was nice to let someone else talk for a while, especially after the lengthy prayer ceremony he'd lead the night before.

Aramis' attention shifted to his surroundings for the first time since they'd gotten out of town as the car came to a halt. A farm?

He let himself be led to the top of a small hill. The spread was stunning, and the light of the setting sun cast a dull orange glow on the whole scene. He was confused for a moment by the fact that the cushions were oriented away from the sun, until he remembered what night it was.

He caught Cillian's eye as they gestured ahead, and his heart skipped in his chest. He almost felt like he could cry at the sight of the full moon beginning to crest over the horizon.

[alliumfever]

Cillian is filled with pride, excitement, and a healthy dash of nervousness as the moon rises; it is bright, so much so that even as daylight fades, the details of the scene laid out for Aramis are preserved in brilliant moonlight. Cillian approaches the picnic spread, and rearranges some cushions to make himself comfortable, and to give him room when it is time to spread out the basket of picnic goodies, descending somewhat gracelessly onto his chosen space. "Come sit, Aramis?..." his ever-present smile turns somewhat nervous, but no less excited. He's positively buzzing with a rather confusing cascade of emotion.

[welliaslight]

Heart still pounding in his chest, Aramis situates himself beside Cillian. His mind races faster than he can process— does he look okay? Is he sitting too close, or too far from his date?

He sits silently for a moment, having trouble meeting Cillian’s gaze as he plays with the hem of his shirt absently. The night grows darker around them both, and Aramis is still marveling at the moon.

“You’re very lucky for this timing, hm? I’d almost forgotten the occasion,” he said, smiling nervously. After another moment, he relaxes himself, letting his leg fall against the side of Cillian’s leg beside him before stretching out his long legs.

He scoots forward slightly, then leans back on one elbow, angling himself so that he can still see both the moonrise and the man beside him.

Slowly, he reaches his free hand out and rests it atop Cillian’s, finally properly addressing him.

“This is very sweet,” he begins after another moment of silence. “You’ve set the bar very high. I don’t know that I could ever have come up with something this thoughtful.”

[alliumfever]

The afternoon air is already cooling by the time Cillian arrives to pick up Aramis, smelling even more of damp earth and wildflowers than usual; even still, he is suspiciously clean, not a speck of dirt on his well-worn linen pants, nor a grassy stain on his elbows. He stays tight-lipped about their destination, as the drive begins, the radio tuned into WCC's student-ran radio station, playing quietly. His excitement is no less obvious, and, perhaps, a tad infectious, the man nattering on about this or that; nothing of consequence, but everything said with a heightened emotiveness betraying his eagerness. Forty minutes directly out of town later, Cillian turns the aged vehicle onto an old farm property, one that has been left to fallow with clear purpose. Is this where he spends his time, when he's not at school?... Off the road, now, he takes the two of them down into a back paddock, past a treeline, and into a meadow. There, sitting beneath a large, fragrant tree, on a small hillock overlooking the rest of the homestead, is a cozy little picnic site set up with a dozen-dozen sparkling solar lights, a thick, soft picnic blanket, and a half dozen cushions. A bouquet similar to the first Cillian had given Aramis awaits in a deep, green vase perched atop a large picnic basket. Cillian looks anxiously to the horizon; the falling sun is behind them, rather than in-front, obscuring the sunset from view. But the sunset is not what Cillian had brought Aramis out to see. As the two settle on the blanket, amongst the cushions, and the sun falls beneath the rim of the world behind them, Cillian excitedly points to the horizon they can see- where the fading light reveals the first hints of a bright, full moon, beginning to rise as the daylight fades. "I knew I timed it right!" @welliaslight

[welliaslight]

Aramis was a little nervous as Cillian drove them further and further towards the edge of town. He didn't get out much these days, but his excitement began to win him over the longer he listened to Cillian talk. It was nice to let someone else talk for a while, especially after the lengthy prayer ceremony he'd lead the night before.

Aramis' attention shifted to his surroundings for the first time since they'd gotten out of town as the car came to a halt. A farm?

He let himself be led to the top of a small hill. The spread was stunning, and the light of the setting sun cast a dull orange glow on the whole scene. He was confused for a moment by the fact that the cushions were oriented away from the sun, until he remembered what night it was.

He caught Cillian's eye as they gestured ahead, and his heart skipped in his chest. He almost felt like he could cry at the sight of the full moon beginning to crest over the horizon.

[road0flife]

[inthetags]

Reblog with your favorite potato-chip flavor in the tags.

[thingsfromthedirt]

Avon Cape Cod Decanter and Goblets Set with Platter in "Ruby Red"

[welliaslight]

* A vividly red bouquet made up of roses, anemones and anthuriums, contrasting against the pure white provided by the tuberose included, is delivered to your door between classes!

*He picks the flowers up tenderly, a blush creeping up his neck. He quickly finds a blue glass vase to display them in, placing them directly in front of his front window.

[welliaslight]

@ ask meme, 23!

23. Have you ever received flowers?

I have not, yet! Though I do frequently collect and make bouquets of them for those interred in the local cemetery 🩶

[wonderfulvicesforever]

WE CAN FIX THAT NOW

[welliaslight]

Please, don’t. 🤦🏼

[welliaslight]

@ ask meme, 23!

23. Have you ever received flowers?

I have not, yet! Though I do frequently collect and make bouquets of them for those interred in the local cemetery 🩶

[welliaslight]

I found your stole. Some freshman was trying to pawn it off for some quick cash. Don’t worry, I got it back. However, I now need you to pay the bail for “aggravated assault” at the police station.

I’ve been stuck here for hours. Please, come get me shit send send se

Oh dear.

[harminuya]

Armenian Gospels.

[prettyboyprettyeyes]

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[pokeballvictim]

Oh yeah? Well, my blessed amulet is telling me to kneel and devote myself to prayer. And relax my throat.

[welliaslight]

Favorite story / scripture of Wellia?

This is a tough one, as I am fond of all of our Lady’s scripture and stories. I think if I had to choose, it would be from the first raising of the moon.

“And after Lady Miphora’s sun had sunk ‘neath the horizon, the Lady Wellia raised her own creation— a silver-white disk of pure holy light. The moon’s beam cut through the darkness as a blade, shattering the night with its radiance.”

Isn’t it so beautiful?🙏🏻