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ASK ANSWERED: AUBURNIIVENUS.

@auburniivenus asked: “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” (Aryin!! :3)

"Mm." it was an absent sound that meant nothing but to fill the space he felt that he didn't deserve at the moment. "Perhaps." he finds himself agreeing for the moment, tilting his gaudy hat down to shield his eyes form both his companion's gaze as well as the bulk of the sunshine. for a second, those who knew would understandably feel that sting of measuring aryin by grey's achievements. ( even if grey never would. ) "It is still none of your concern... there is nothing to be done, as it has already been said and done. You would not be the first, to want to ruin my father's life."

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to aryin: you're just a washed up veteran with dreams of a glorious end, a has-been with no future. don't force other people to care about you when all you're planning on doing is dying.

"Hey. Want to know a fun fact?"

she pulls back on the slide of her dad's first gift to her, gun arming.

"I don't have the same reservations as my brothers."

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❛ you may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever and what can still be known. ❜ @ aryin :)

hozier lyrics. accepting. @xbadnews.

annoyed countenance flickers askance to the clockmaker. he always speaks so highly, as if percival's lived it. & indeed, aryin can see where he has and where he has learned it through watching others live it. percival de rolo was half boy and half god, in all ways that a dreamers could be. it was as if he lived in a blaze of glory that should have long since killed him, and yet he stands with a grin after the dust has settled, and then turned to face the person who caused the eruption and realized it wasn't him who needed to survive it.

"Oh, yes, please do tell me, Percy, preach your words of wisdom to me." the once - healer grumbles, crossing his arms 'cross his chest, tapping claws 'gainst well trained arms. "Lo and behold, my friend... you cannot know how this feels."

to see who you were, once again. to feel what normal feels like, once again. to know that you are only half, if that, of the person who people no longer remember, once more. to want to scream and be HEARD, but know that you're as alone as you're always scared to be, once more. to never again be that boy that your momma smiled at when you were but a child, once more.

no. percy could not understand that.

"... They saw who I was, before the experiments. None of them reacted," of course, he's pretty sure he expected horror, anger, hatred, concern. "I don't know what I wanted them to do - but it was not NOTHING." but it was not something he could complain about. it no longer mattered. and the rage that was there has twisted into self loathing.

more of him has become remembered as the monster of light and dark, than of the boy with the stars in his eyes.

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Do you really think, Aryin, after all that you've done, that the Heavenly Mother would shine grace upon you? You did not heed Her wisdom, you did not acknowledge Her love. What makes you think She is not just answering to make a point that She was never truly there? ((some playful? hate for aryin js))

guest muse: hera

the goddess stares downward at the masked figure, countenance cold and almost cruel. dare they speak on her behalf as a false trumpeter? dare they speak to another of their family as if she had not long since placed her gaze upon the boy's path? dare they say such things as if they reflected hers and not theirs?

❝ 𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. ❞

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for a cleric you sure do love to trash talk the gods XD

"I'm not trash talking them. I'm merely pointing out that they're just as finicky and indecisive as any other mortal being. Prone to jealousy, prone to wrath, prone to selfishness. They're hypocrites. They're..."

unprompted.

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aryin, are you planning on childbearing or just being a father? or do you not want to have kids at all? it's been a bit, so maybe your answer has changed.

unprompted. ( how dare you. )

"Ahh yes, this age old question to an Anybody."

they laugh, reaching up to their hat recently given by vivian and noire. ( indeed, it was both theirs & yet it was not. it did not feel like theirs, not truly, yet. it was an echo of the reminder that they were NOT ENOUGH. it was a reminder of the echoed voice that cackles and smiles from the shadows. it felt like the world was mocking them eternally, with every instance of reminding them that NOTHING THEY DID WOULD EVER BE ENOUGH. )

they tilt the hat down, a sad smile being the only thing visible.

( what do you draw the line at? where do you stop being who you were, and start being who you are? what is the weight you're willing to bear in order to remain in place? what was the cost of a single mortal life? / aryin couldn't answer that, even as a soul accustomed to loss and pain. where the line draws, another one will inevitably be found. where you stop being the past, the future becomes your present-past self. there is no weight that is heavy enough to keep you from moving after that first step. some costs are too great to pay for a single mortal life. )

they shake their head, readjusting their hat up again.

"Let me focus on finishing what I started."

( aryin ashland does not care for continuing cycles of pain. )

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ASK ANSWERED: INHUMANN.

@inhumann asked: we don't have to talk, if you don't want to. / aryin & loni

it was a chuckle that rattled through them at the admittance that they sounded a little off today. they hadn't meant to be so obvious, but perhaps to loni they were as clear as a two page pamphlet with bright bold letters. they shake their head, lightly pressing their claw tips against their chest as they tilt their head with a gentle smile. "I wouldn't know where to start." and it was, true, to a degree. how do you start with anything, knowing where everything leads? "I would not wish to upset you, as well. I... well, my allies are working on taking care of it." they say this, and their expression looks only sad about the fact.

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Icons Only - Gwen is just gonna pepper Aryin with Kisses, all the mwahs

icons only response. accepting. aryin & gwen.

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Icons Only - Hugs from behind from mom for Aryin

icons only response. accepting. aryin & fenix.

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"no, no, no--" rather quick to denounce any allegations, the harbinger is; though the way scarred lips preen into a tricksy grin is far beyond telling of true intentions, "i only ever come in good graces, i assure you," lies are spun like silk, born on forked silver-tongue and made easy to believe, "why would i want to cause any trouble? to put you or myself at risk? seems rather... unwise... wouldn't you think?" // loki for aryin uvu;

inbox call. loki & aryin. @strywoven.

"I've already buried my own heart, it would not do you well to believe that I would not bury another's." the words are calm, spoken with a smile, as if the words weren't threatening in and of themselves, as the bright red CHOCOBO PLUME seemed silly in contrast to such serious words. the cleric of no god but of family like ascension can't help but chuckle as they begin to set up for tea. "What kind of tea do you prefer? I have all kinds, thanks to my auntie."

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