#꒰ astrallithid ꒱

[deceitsung]

@astrallithid liked for a starter.

❛ Did I disturb you ? ❜

Getting approached for seemingly any reason was just a normal part of Kai's life. Whether it was him playing too loud , playing too soft , getting caught with his hand in a pocket , or just playing at all , he was no stranger to being told off by all sorts of people. Granted , it's a phenomenon that has yet to follow him to this place , but he still stays prepared for it regardless. A stranger coming up to you isn't always a bad thing - but he has somewhat of a track record. Let's just say he's a bit of a trouble magnet.

He supposes playing in public is bound to get that sort of reaction. Not everyone is a fan of live music —— and while he's respectful of other people's wishes , he can't help but judge their taste.

He looks at the man innocently , a hand lying flat on the lute's strings to mute them mid - strum. Once it's properly silenced , he sets it to his side and intertwines his fingers. ❛ I didn't think I was being too loud , but I suppose it's easy to get carried away. ❜

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 "I thought we had enough of each other the last time we met," Aurelius remarks.

"Your 'thrill of the unknown' and my desire to know all factors—they're incompatible, aren't they?"

His interaction with Balduran had been very brief, but they'd impressed enough of their personalities on the other during the talk. The angel doesn't bother smiling this time—he's quite tired of this city now, and most of the people in it. He narrows his eyes as a new possibility comes to light.

"I'm not taking any patients at the moment," Aurelius explains, tone turning sharp. "I don't intend to for a while, if that's what you were looking for."

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[occultacarne]

@astrallithid

He's glad he gets to have the pleasure of watching the sun rise as it does not harm him. Though he was a creature of the night, even someone like him can appreciate the beauty that the day brings. It was thrilling to take the life of someone when the sun was up.

Speaking of which,

The body he holds in his hand is released, slumped onto the sand of the beach he stands on. "Such a shame. He had said he'd watch the sunrise with me."

[allswell]

@astrallithid

Whatever the sands of Golden Ward's beaches promised, it probably wasn't a man who appeared out of thin air to kick his shoes off in the sand, then turned to run towards the cliffs bordering the sea.

But even Cecil has to pause when he sees someone else hogging his pre-selected rock-outcropping for this Very Important Task.

❛ Well, this is a bother. ❜

❛ Now that you've found out where I'm burying my treasure...I have no choice but to silence you. ❜

The fingers holding up the hem of his jacket relaxes, spilling a flood of gold coins onto the sand as Cecil crosses his arms authoritatively.

❛ Choose quickly: your life or your purse? Hm? ❜

Wait, did the other even have moneybags on him?

[viladlind]

there's a trail of flowers leading them someplace else.

   fiyero's holding a small cup of mulled wine in one hand, a bowl of fried vegetables in the other. it's a bit of a balancing act, but it gives her the benefit of staring at her hands rather than the man next to her. their mental bond may not connect them anymore, the mist dissipated, but she can feel the anxiety practically radiating off balduran. he was ... clumsy, in his request to meet like this.

   it makes him a bit more human, she thinks.

   it was a bit easier on the star trail, hunting down something to eat and drink. but the further the flowers go, the quieter the air around them grows. eventually, she spots a bench, tucked between a few bushes. they can see the cliff from there, can't they? she stands in place without saying anything for a moment, listens.

   the noise of the star trail is still there, just very distant. and they can see the cliff, far away. and the starry sky. and the air is cold, but the food and drink in her hands is warm.

   ' guardian. ' fiyero looks up at balduran, illuminated by moonlight. nudging her head in the direction of the bench, she poses a soft question. ' let's sit here? it's quiet. plenty of space for words. '

@astrallithid

[cerebralbleu]

@astrallithid

" You people, you call this the sea, " Legato remarks thoughtfully, eyes staring at the endless waves of blue churning before him, whittling away at the beach. Since taking up residence in Golden Ward, Legato had found himself coming back to the shoreline several times now. He simply could not stop staring at this foreign body of water.

" Such a thing does not exist where I am from. Where you see a canvas of blue here, it is nothing but an expanse of sand burning beneath the binary stars. It is. . .

Soothing, in a way. "

He was not sure why he felt compelled to share these thoughts with the stranger lingering nearby, but Legato felt the need to express this feeling out loud.

" Do you find the water a place of comfort, or a place of terror? "

[railheist]

I’M GOING GHOST… INTERACTING!

"Shoot, these woods seem to go on forever... You remember which way we came in?" she asks the man wandering with her. The Forest of Airaisal had always been difficult to traverse, and the cold, frigid air wasn't helping matters, either.

It isn't long before the two come across a clearing somewhere deep in the woods. What's in there gives Maria a fright, or rather, who's in there.

It's a dang ghost!

The ghostly apparition floats inches off the ground. It's not a vision of her grandma or anyone else who's passed on, but of herself from many years ago. She's a young woman with blue hair and a pair of overalls.

The older Maria stares at herself. "I —" She starts to sputter out.

"Shh! Hold that thought!" The younger Maria holds up a hand to shush her counterpart. She looks around the clearing, then lets out a huff. With her hands on her hips, she's clearly annoyed.

"I'm supposed to babysitting some kid... Either of you seen him around?" she asks.

The black-hatted Maria sure hasn't seen him. She turns to her partner to see if he has.

@astrallithid

[wldrose]

@astrallithid

"I can't believe you haven't been here yet. This place is one of the best places to get clothes, you know?" Half of her wardrobe was from New Threads and BOY, she loved spending her money here.

"They opened recently and I've been coming in ever since."

[innerbeast]

🛍️!

Send me a 🛍️and I'll share an outfit from my character's closet.

loose, comfy, good for dancing.

[atomsurvived]

@astrallithid

He missed Boston. To be more exact, he missed Boston the way it was before the bombs. It was tough, to navigate the war-torn streets, thanks in no small part to the rubble and debris left behind in the nuclear fallout. And over two centuries later, it's still trying to pick up the pieces of what's left behind, entire sections claimed by Super Mutants, raiders, and other such things that makes the city of Boston nothing like what he grew up with ( but he's no stranger to being the outsider, so used to being called both the savior and the terrorist by its people ).

Dogmeat sniffed ahead of him as he made his way back to his townhouse, nose to the ground and tail in the air like an antenna. His coat is dirty from rolling around in the green grass earlier, and Nate made a mental note to give him a bath later ( and one for himself, because who knew how long ago it's been since he's had a normal shower? ). Nate had busied himself with his newfound phone, scrolling through the deceptively magnetic force of its content, when Dogmeat started barking at Balduran.

"Don't mind him. He's just an excitable dog," Nate explained, still glued to his phone, not really minding where he was going.

[nobully]

@astrallithid

"Me? I'm just here for the snack table."

"...although they say you can take home anything you make if you pay a small fee for the materials."

It's Art Therapy Day at Sanctuc Clinic and Wang Yi's rolled up his sleeves at the clay modeling table, sticking together globs of the stuff for fun. He's never studied art before, but he thinks there's a science to it—like math, angles and curves and all that shit—so he figures he'd give it a go. Also, squishing clay just feels nice.

He holds up the sculpture he's made so far (is it a misshapen starfish? an ancient model of Venus??) for the guy's inspection.

"What do you think? Enough to wow a girl, maybe?"

He figures if he paints it purple later, Nicolette will still be pretty impressed.

[deathleads]

doth thou tempt the witch, @astrallithid ?

" Speak plain, then, " she speaks calmly, in the midst of skinning the flesh of their caught rabbit, growing tired of the endless 'what-ifs' of their journey through the shadowlands. " As I've said, we were lucky to find a healthy animal here. We ought to do more hunting to gauge their living area. I may be capable of returning such creatures back from the dead, but I doubt they would satisfy our palettes much. "

[hollowfaith]

✎ but take this one, :)

Send me a ✎ and I will attempt to draw your icon.

i’ll give u free sparkles bc im not good at drawing 3D people ehehe

[divinedevourer]

baduran's 6'5 as a human ... but he's 7' when he is a mindflayer ... ⎛ for the height meme ⎠

let's compare heights!

❝ How are you so... big? Leave some for the rest of us! The rest of us being me! ❞

[allswell]

🌷!

Send a flower to hear...

🌷… a compliment.

❛ I like how you try to please me. ❜

❛ You don't mind if I take advantage of that more, no? I can make it pleasant for us both. ❜

[viladlind]

   it's not the first time that fiyero considers his guardian's thoughts being out of reach. his mind must be busy, too, right? it would seem only fair, back when he visited his dreams, that roaming in fiyero's mind would allow the tiefling to roam in turn. a bond that gives alongside its taking. that wasn't how it worked.

   his guardian turned over every corner in fiyero's mind. he took, and fiyero couldn't complain because his life was in his hands. the idea of turning into a mindflayer had always horrified him more, outweighed the discomfort of having somebody else in his mind.

   and now that connection is severed, and he feels close, still. all that knowledge can't be taken away from him. he knows the way fiyero's innermost thoughts work, he knows about his past on dovesong.

   he knows how fiyero moves before his limbs can react to the signals sent from his brain. down to the bones, his guardian knows.

   he looks down at the hands in his.

   ' surely, that's not all of it. you felt fleeting, not just the dream you made up for me. ' he wants to say he still feels fleeting. he does. perhaps even moreso now that he no longer sits in fiyero's mind. but he also feels ... quite normal. a simplicity in being two people sitting across each other, hands slotted together, each mind its own.

   why is he so frustrated about the lack of it? perhaps because he still isn't getting any clear answers from his guardian.

   ' ... you're warmer. ' the hug they shared feels distant. they shared it in a dream, after all. ' i'm glad to hear i was warm even in my dreams. it'd have made an awfully depressing embrace, otherwise. ' fiyero falters for a moment, recalls the way his guardian thanked him for a gesture nobody's granted him in a long time. that doesn't feel distant, the affecionate gratitude.

   curiosity pushes him to ask.

   ' when was the last time somebody touched you like this? you mentioned before ... that it was a while. how long a while? '

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