A deeply rooted flower blossoms

Name: Kim Junsu Age: His drawings are over 400 years old but he looks about 28 human years Race: Charta

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Gentle Rain \\ Xiah & Gackt

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gackt-ia:

Whoever this person was, they certainly switched through emotions like a roller coaster of them. For that, the shadow could assume quietly to himself that the boy was an impressionable person. A weakness that could be exploited. “It seems that is the case. Just the other day I ran into a young woman who was painting flowers.” 

Impressionable, and now polite. The shadow watched as the boy bowed and lifted a hand to signal he didn’t need any kind of fancy gratitude. It was just an umbrella. “I have not done anything worth that kind of thanks or title.” Thoughtfully, the shadow looked out ahead of them at the rainy landscape outside that showed through the window by the door before looking back at the boy. “I had no destination in particular, so perhaps you would allow me to accompany you. At least until we arrive.” Smoothly, Gackt avoided the question of his name. 

xiah-ia

“Ah,” he said quietly. He wondered if the male was wanting to be alone, but he thought about how he just was out and about. And he was offering. He was definitely trying to be sincere. But Xiah still felt bad. Anyway, he kept his comments on his name.

He pointed in the direction of the gardens. “I am going this way, if you truely wish to help me. And I thank you again.”

[xiahthecharta]

On Rainy Days \\ Xiah & Rival

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rivaldinovondila-ia:

Screwing off the top tentatively as wondering confusion was creased into the other’s face and wondered himself if he should have approached the situation differently. There was too much white noise to make comprehensive decisions, however– or that was his excuse. As the man looked back at him after a circumference of investigation, he smiled just slightly in case there was a need for confirmation. “Yes, hello,” he replied, somewhat relieved that he had not been ignored or rebuffed, though he could have dealt with either. He had tried to relapse, so to speak, on his original preference to meet people and perhaps help if possible. It was no investment and it was his hope to leave a semblance of positivity. His expectation was none of this. “I was, in fact, talking to you,” he said with a small laugh, eyes following the tip of the paintbrush until it settled behind the ear. The man likely had no qualms in stains if he had walked out like nothing was to be minded.

The tea was warm spice– cardamom, cinnamon, orange zest, and the like– and one of the few he had indulgently bought. He was grateful it was not a cold herb like mint as sharing that would have been somewhat disappointing no matter how much he enjoyed it. With more assurance, he rummaged for the cup he would have used himself in favor of his agreement– Rival could use the cap– and said, “It’s nice to meet you in this poetic downpour then, Xiah. My name is Rival and…” He tipped the thermos, steaming still, into the proffered, simple, cup. “… here you are.” The cup was passed and he filled his own, stepping just closer to the painting in order to see more detail. Art resonated with him, if only in pure aesthetic. “Acrylic?” he hummed in question, pressing the tea to his lips. “I can’t tell. I’ve never painted.” But he wished his mind had the ability to convey half of what this creature had in mere scenery and skyscape.

“Oh I see. Well I’m glad that you were talking to me. Otherwise I would simply be talking to the shadows around me. Or maybe to the thundering clouds above. Though I do not understand their language, I’m sure there is one.” His nose was greeted with some of the most pleasant smiles. He took a deep breath in, deciphering each lingering scent the beverage gave off. He could feel his skin already prickling from the rain that he was beginning to feel. A rather forceful shiver made it’s way up and down his spine. But he pushed it back as to not be rude to the other being.

He bowed his head a moment, “Rival. The pleasure is mine. And I suppose poetic is something you call this showering from above. Thank you,” his intro was paused as he took the cup. Now that pleasuring scent was closer to him, and he raised the cup to take a first gulp. A pleased sigh pased his lips. “Wow,” he said. With his eyes now a new lightness, he smiled a wide one at him. “I thank you for this drink, new acquaintance.”  When the other stepped a little closer to look, he was on instinct wanting to push him away and tell him not to look. But he tried to not force him away. “Thats..correct. It’s one of the easiest forms of painting. Well, I guess easy is a relative term,” HE took another sip, admiring the males bodily structure of strength, “and what brings you out today to this natural occurrence of water?”

[xiahthecharta]

Tea Time \\ Xiah & Neveah

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nvh-ia:

“Nevaeh is fine, Xiah. You don’t have to call me miss anymore,” the pixie commented, her gaze not faltering from the grace of her friend’s handsome visage. It must have been pure luck that she met him that day when he was sick, which was followed by casual hi and goodbyes in the hallways as they pass each other in between class sessions. A friend Nevaeh mutually felt close, as they both seemed to be creatures of a few words, although his had always been grand and formal unlike her human adjusted speech, and they both seemed comfortable of each other’s body language. Xiah was one of a very few creatures Nevaeh had skipped the awkwardness stage.

Xiah sure pulled off an impressive ‘casual’ lunch date. It was way beyond her expectation that her eyes stared at the grandeur of a dreamily themed gazebo she thought wasn’t their place. “No way…” she blurted out, facing Xiah with a questioning stare after he stopped just right in front of the entrance.  “We’re having our lunch here?” Nevaeh didn’t wait for Xiah’s answer, as she didn’t want to miss a moment to appreciate the ambiance of their surrounding full of life and splendor. No, it was way beyond the superlative that her compliments wouldn’t be enough, and she didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.

She was led up to the steps, eyes scanning each blossom and vines welcoming them with a subtle scent of their vitality. And the piano… did he conduct a research in preparation to this? Because he apparently nailed this so-called date. Xiah was already exemplary from the get go and even though he might look like an experienced man when it comes to dating, his sincerity flaunted more and nothing else mattered. Everything was perfect.

She was ushered to seat and after receiving his welcome Nevaeh dipped her head slightly and sat down, still unable to keep her head straight ahead to face him as she was staring at the pianist enjoying the melody of his song. “So this… is just a simple lunch,” Nevaeh stated before finally putting all her attention back to Xiah with the stare of her crystal blue eyes twinkling in gratitude. “You are exceptional, Xia… but I hope you didn’t work too hard for this?” She’d been in countless dates; all her life after turning a certain age she was obliged to meet selected royalties yet none of them compared to him. Even with the extravagance of the pavilions reserved for the event this had mocked their existence. And yet, this was no more than a lunch between friends.

“Neveah, then,” he said, his voice falling slightly more quiet then before. He felt his cheeks blister with red, but did not fight back the smile that passed his normally sullen lips. She was so sweet to him, especially letting him call her by first name with no honorary title. He could tell that he wanted more time to spend with her, but in truth, he didn’t know if she would grow tired of his dull personality as most did. 

His smile grew to a silly grin at the girls obvious happiness. “We are indeed, my dear. I had this place especially set up for the two of us to dine. I hope it not too overwhelming for you. I wouldn’t want the grand surroundings to be something you do not wish to be around. We could move if you’d like, but i promise you, it gets better.” Pulling out her chair out and watching her flustered gazes lurk about the pavilliion, he reached in then as bold as he was to press a gentle peck to her cheek.

“You know, I’m not very good at this whole romantic date thing. However, I have learned from many a master in my past to treat those you deem respectful with utmost care. You, in fact, are one who I deem as such. You took care of a stranger and you helped me back to health. You did not judge me for not understanding the language, nor did you treat me as less. You showed compassion for me, when that is rather hard to come by in this fast paced world. And so,” he gestured to the surrounds again, “if I am able to freeze a small portion of paradise for you just to ahve a simple lunch date, I would. You deserve just that.”

[xiahthecharta]

Good Evening Friends.

It is with a very, very heavy heart that I have made this decision. I believe it has come time for me to say goodbye. Now, that is not say that I wish to completely destroy my dear man here, more so, I wish to give someone else the chance to have this face claim. I haven’t recently been on as of late due to a busy schedule. And, with falling behind on my replies and my muse slowly slipping through my fingers, I’ve kind of lost him all together. 

He will become a new Independent character. And I want to keep going with all the current interactions I have. In fact, I wish I could talk to more of you! You are all very talented writers. And because of this, I am very grateful to have shared these moments with you all. Please do not hesitate to come play with him. And I might sneak into your inboxes every once in a while.

And also with this happening, if anyone with my current interractions wishes to drop, please let me know. 

I thank you all again for taking care of my lovely charta. And perhaps, if he comes back to me, I can bring him back to this academy once again.

I fare thee well. And have a wonderful rest of your weekend!

[xiahthecharta]

❤

Xiah’s hand flew to his lips after the very attractive male kissed him. “I-I’m sorry sir. Is this a form of greeting where you are from? I do not quite grasp these customs yet.”

[xiahthecharta]

✏

His pen scribbled quickly down the paper, brain beginning to work for something other then art. “I see, so this is how you pronounce it. So wait, is this level 3, or 4?”

[xiahthecharta]

⇕ = holding their hand .

The charta raised the fingers, a small smile on his lips. “You have such beautiful fingers, Miss Neveah.” Pressing his parchment lips to her knuckles, he then brought them back down, his hand still lightly holding hers. “And I thank you for always being so kind to me.”

[xiahthecharta]

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

Since Xiah rarely sleeps, this is an interesting question. When he does decide to catch a few zzzs, his sketch book is tucked under his pillow and his legs are curled close to his body. He’s normally a side sleeper, facing the door. During the times he was a slave, he wouldn’t dream of facing away from the door for fear of getting whipped on the back.

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✘

Xiah’s eyes grew wide as he felt a strong pair of arms encircle him. A few heartbeats later, he raised a hand to gently pat the females small back. “I-I don’t really know if physical contact is necessary. But thank you for the kind gesture.”

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Now accepting curious anonymous messages 🌚

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

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xraminahsladex:

Let the chaos begin.

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

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sparrowsurana:

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

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On Rainy Days \\ Xiah & Rival

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rivaldinovondila-ia:

Over time, it seemed Rival developed an odd affinity for water. It closed out all the silence and his side seemed to go quiet as if mesmerised by the dripping, pouring, mindless sobbing of the skies. There was a freedom in its normally perceived trap, stuck behind windows tapping at panes of glass with toes shod with wool and fluff, curled hands around curved cups, lips cold against warm porcelain. While others ran from building to dorm, minds on warm glow, warm fingers, warm clothes, he touched toes with every puddle with hands bare and in his pockets, sleeves rolled up, awareness dodging raindrops in a distinct lackadaisy. For once, dotted with spots and pummeled lightly with short bursts of jumping touches, he wasn’t all that concerned about any trouble.

The farther back one went on campus, the more silence was found between buildings and shy leaves and usually the less people. And yet, a most peculiar person was found in the rain and it certainly was not himself. Slipping on his gloves tentatively, he took in the sight of a man perched on his toes to paint the upper part of a canvas, slights of color mixed in soft greys and blues as his clothes hung off him like he’d been submerged in a lake for a fortnight. It was the most subtle art he’d ever seen.

Somehow it seemed wrong to interrupt him without a purpose, so he fumbled with chilled limbs and produced a hot thermos of tea from within his bag as prepared that morning. He was not, after all, immune to the chill (or so he figured). “Care for something warm?” he said– from a slight distance. The man was midstroke in boldening a sweep of light filtering between clouds with darker tones, the painter’s fingers nearly as blue as the paint.

Xiah’s strokes were firm, yet swift as he kept looking from the clouds to his work. His body was barely reacting to the cold, or so he thought. Rain was pouring around him so much that he didn’t even see the male who approaching. How long had even been in this downpour? His fingers were practically frozen around the brush. But the way that each cloud swirled and bent made him numb to everything else.

A low voice interrupted his solace. Turning around with an almost dumfounded smile, he saw that the man was slightly steaming. No wait, not him, the mug in his hand. He looked to see if maybe there was someone else around him that he was talking to. And when he realized that it was him, he looked up again to the male. “Why, hello there.” Standing, he came out into the rain without even thinking about the fact that his white shirt was becoming soaked. “If you are indeed talking to me, I would very much enjoy something to drink.”

Putting the brush behind his ear, he walked slowly, his body stiff yet his intentions clear. Black paint was dripping down his cheek. He could see that the male was a little taller then him. “My name is XIah.”

[holland-ia-blog]

Nightwalker (Holland and Xiah)

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holland-ia:

“That would make the most sense.” She said before wondering if they were even supposed to be playing in it… She sure hadn’t seen anything in her paperwork about it being off limits. She hummed softly as she continued to trace along it as she watches his take a seat next to her.

“I am not from here.” She said with a laugh, her cheeks gaining a soft pink coloring from the compliment. “I’m American by birth, European by choice…” She explained as she looked to him. “What about yourself? Are you Asian from decent? You look like you could be my age but your eyes tell me you must be older.”

“Oh, I have been both places,” he replied. That would resound with his images of those of the European decent. “I quite enjoyed Europe. There was much cooking to be done and much art to be seen. I couldn’t tell you how man places I have visited there for there are much too many in my head.”

“My,” he started with a gentle smile on his lips, thumbing at his sketch book. “That is quite the loaded question. The year I was born, I cannot quite recall. However, the years I have counted since have been around four centuries. I have walked this earth many times round. I do remember I am Asian of decent or so I am told. However I am as well of European birth. I rarely find myself staying in one place because I am seeking answers. Though...this place has been much more fruitful.”

[xiahthecharta]

White and Nerdy \\ Xiah & Changjo

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changjo-ia:

Changjo’s eyes widened at the offer, and a large grin stretched itself across his face. “You’d make me something? Really?” He let out a laugh and leaned forward, gently patting Xiah on the back. “You’re a chef? Wow. That’s impressive. It’s nice to meet the one behind the creation of my favorite foods. You’re really good at cooking, you know that? I’ve tried baking myself, and while I can say I’m decent, I don’t think I’m anywhere as near as good as you are.” 

He couldn’t lie, he was beginning to really like Xiah. The boy wasn’t as nerdy and as weird as he originally thought he was. The former angel could sense a potential friend in the charta. “So, tell me. How’d you get into baking in the first place?”

“Of course! You are helping me to pass a class, I can at least bake you something in return. You tell me your favorite baking ingredients and I will attempt to make something to your standards.” He held a hand in front of them, “please. Compliments are not necessary. I promise you that it is only for the pleasure of our guests that I do that. I do none of it for myself though I do enjoy the joy I can bring to others.”

He looked up, resting his chin against the palm of his hand. “How? Well, it was a little over 200 years ago, but I found myself in a country. If you know of Italy? I was down in Bologna. They make many things down there, but something I learned to bake with was Pizzelles. They are like a fine, think cookie that you put into an iron and press until a shape come out of the risen areas.” He made a circle with his hands. “About this big around. They have anise which reminds many of medicine..but I promise you it doesn’t taste like that.” He realized he was rambling.

“Forgive me...I just really love to use my hands for good.”

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Tea Time \\ Xiah & Neveah

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nvh-ia:

The winter pixie knew the male was a complete gentleman, but she had not expected him to make an imprint of an ideal man.  Although totally aware that this was his innate personality, she still couldn’t take her mind of from wondering if this was all, to impress her. A dreamy thought for just a casual lunch date; a shared meal between the two because Xiah was grateful for Nevaeh’s aid, quoting how he’d appreciate her and that in return he was going to treat her lunch. Perhaps, just today she’d selfishly treat herself with a secret, a formal date with someone she would enjoy the company with.

A big smile and Nevaeh’s heart fluttered in joy as the warmth of his soft lips lay on her cold hand.  Yes, she’s definitely going to greedily relish this time without his permission.  Holding the bouquet close to her chest, the pixie sniffed the delightful scent of flower given to her before turning her head to answer Xiah. “You don’t even have to worry, Xiah. I am not picky,” she assured. “With the exception though that I can’t consume hot food.” She was sorry to mention this, but she recalled telling him about it in the past. He would still remember right? For a moment, Nevaeh eyed Xiah to study his reaction. However she’d noticed something else that bothered her with slightly narrowed eyes. Did she necessarily need to point it out? Later, she insisted on setting her curiosity aside as she directly brightened her expression when Xiah’s gaze caught hers. “I’m certainly going to enjoy the food you are serving, Xiah!” A playful wink was sent his way, a very rare occurrence she’d only done to a few, and then she chuckled, their elbows almost touching as they walked side by side towards their destination.

“I wouldn’t even mind if you were picky, miss. You are allowed to be as picky as you please for you aided in my recovery. And, that deserves the utmost respect.” A faint color returned to his cheeks, eyes widening and then falling downcast at the wink. A silly grin spread the bows of his lips thin. She was by far goregous enough to sway his preferences towards. A small, untapped part of him wanted to figure out ways that he could keep that graceful grin coming again and again. He loved the way her eyes shined, nose in perfect symmetry to her mesmerizing lips. Her frame was small against his own and he felt a protective jolt rush through him as he tightened the grip on her own a few more degrees to keep her closer. He as well for once would allow himself to be selfish and break the laws he had been following all this time.

Their end point was not far, only through a few pink and purple flower bushes in the garden. He so admired all the flowers and thought that she could compare to the most beautiful of all; this was an appropriate spot. A man from his music class was kind enough to play some piano for their entertainment. A trellis of vines and waterfall flowers was arching over a path to a gazebo ahead. And there sat a pot of tea to be brewed and food to be eaten. Leading her up the steps to the seats, he bowed his head and released that very arm. “Welcome to your lunch outdoors.”