#꒰ 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. ❜

[cerebralbleu]

The land itself seemed to exhale with furious grief, an aroma of overheated machinery filling the air. One could feel the instability beneath their feet as the ground quaked with disturbance. Legato was no stranger to calamity, he had prayed for it with bloodied hands for as long as he had the capacity for memory.

This was different though.

This was not the end of times that he had envisioned.

When the horde of glitched anomalies had broken through the city's barrier, the first thing he had heard was a long, piercing collective of screeches that echoed across Golden Ward. Like a sandstorm of bodies shambling into the streets, they were encroaching the storefronts and choking out the alleyways, flooding the residential areas to a point of no return.

Legato had made it to the docks, hyperaware of his surroundings; at some point, he felt them-- he felt the familiar tug of thousands and thousands of microscopic threads branching out from the base of his skull. Had his power finally returned to him? Fitting that the stars release him from his metaphoric chains just as the day of reckoning arrives.

-- A familiar face catches his attention. Legato locks eyes with Fiyero, takes in a breathe, and calls out in a sharp voice:

" Why are you out here on your own? "

He turns his head as another echo of screeches hits him. Legato's expression hardens with focus, far off and distant compared to the more curious energy that usually clung to him.

" Those creatures out there are devouring everything they see-- we have to kill them before they kill us first. "

Legato steadies himself, raising a hand to ready an attack.

" Stay with me. I have means of stopping them, help me however you can-- "

He seldom asks for assistance in combat, but Legato understood one thing about this island: nothing was predictable, and the more guns drawn, the better the chance of survival.

@viladlind -> @astrallithid

[anghexescu]

@astrallithid

It's almost out if character for the seraph to not feel another presence near. And it's not like Balduran's aura was quiet nor was his mind. However, since everything that happened, it seemed one thing kept piling up on top another.

Klaus' own mind feels bombarded by everything. There are questions after questions continuing to form.

"What am I supposed to do? What can I do?" He wonders to himself. It isn't until finally, he takes notice of Balduran that he turns his head to look at the acquaintance.

[bloodhunted]

@astrallithid ♡‘d for a starter!

          NOSTRILS FLARED DELICATELY AS CALLUM tilted his head, a faint crease marring the skin between his brow. he inhaled deeply, chin tipping upward to catch the scent better. it was… vanilla, and something sharper. a spice of some kind, but not the stale, worn out spark of incense that the blood hunter associated with the undead. it was more alive, and yet. and yet. it wasn’t all that was there. there was something decidedly wet underneath the more vibrant scents, something that made callum’s skin prickle with the whisper of danger. that made his tail sway uneasily as he stalked forward, following the fading trail through the bustling market.

     he hadn’t expected a man, dark-haired and fair-skinned. but it would not be the first time the tiefling had encountered a charming smile hiding fangs poised to bite. it simply meant he used more cautious movements as he put himself in the man’s path, expression carefully neutral and stance loose.

     ❝ What are you? ❞ an exceedingly rude question to ask, but no one had ever said callum was one to mince his words.

[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

[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."

@astrallithid ໒꒱

[cudoredan]

@astrallithid | starter!

the blades of grass are painted red, sticky and bent with the weight of it. ethos is there for them, kneeling in a clearing, safe from the glitched for the time being. he is trying to learn from the land, about what happened, listening intently with eyes closed in immersion.

he has trouble imaging the world was ever calm but the soil tells him otherwise. spirale is warm and welcoming, this is but an anomaly, the land is afraid. he feels this fear in the webbed structure that grips his lungs. the still-living are standing up to the horror, however, and the gratitude seeping from the earth nearly overwhelms him.

in this half-meditative state, he feels rather than hears the steps approaching him in his fingertips. the ground shakes under the weight of heavy armor and presence of another.

he opens his eyes slowly, blinks them into focus and sees one of the fighters the plants must be talking about. exhausted, battle-worn, looking at him.

ethos stands, brushes the dirt from his knees, and thinks about how to convey the message.

“ you’ve been hard at work. ” he starts, “ the small life is thankful. ”

[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."

[trauerfeier]

@astrallithid ; sc

you're not sure why you're roaming.

it is not like yourself— to wander aimlessly is to exist without purpose, and you've always had a purpose. you tell yourself it's because you're looking for clues. any way at all to return to where you came from, even if that place shouldn't be home.

(khorvaire is not home, you think.)

you find yourself at a bustling marketplace, and if you paid the gathering of people there any mind, it would be overwhelming. as you are, you move through without so much as a twitch in your expression. people avoid you because of the virtue of being the rock in the surf, and that serves you well.

you pass along until you see a person similar to yourself. not an aasimar, but a man clad in armour. tall, though not imposing, with the smile on his face as he converses with somebody else.

you don't care about interrupting, so you do. you walk up and point at his armour. ' you're a paladin, ' you say, ' who do you serve? '

[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?

[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

[guidingstarmira]

🍒 lmao me but also u can give a compliment to any other person u like! spread the love!

send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them.

For Balduran -

"It has been a moment since I've spoken to him, but so far he seems kind and gentle. I hope he's doing well. I should check on him."

-shakes fist- my brain is not braining because they haven't done much beyond, well yeah

For mun -

Even if we haven't talked a lot personally, still enjoy seeing you around on the discord and hearing about your day and stuff and I am going to faceplant my face into your cat even if I get scratched for it. Can't wait for the threads no matter the characters < 3 also give me your writing ability? Word smith here.

Extra love? - To whoever wants to read this

I mean... If we're going the spread the love route, honestly, I'm just glad to everyone here. Be it in the group, or the discord, or where ever. I got back into this on a whim, like, maybe almost out of something to help me feel better, but everyone has been really nice, and there are plenty I haven't threaded with that I'd love to, but I don't.. Feel out of place here? Keep being awesome everyone, and thank you for helping me love RPing again, I .. Didn't know how much I missed it and the community it can have.

[viladlind]

@astrallithid ; sc

fiyero is sitting at a bedside again.

balduran has already woken before. fiyero couldn't make it here in time for his first awakening after his death. the sky turned blue and suddenly there were fledglings at the nest, needing to be taken care of. it took zevran so long to return. so many things to do, and so little hands to fix them, as she'd told prometheus.

but now she's sitting at a bedside again, watching balduran as he's sleeping. willem had needed a long-deserved break, his eyes lined by tiredness when fiyero arrived. it was only her promise of watching the guardian for however long it took for him to get some rest that made him lay down.

she's made a snack, sitting idle on the nightstand. there's water. and fiyero, tucked into herself in a chair next to the bed, watching balduran's chest rise and fall.

when he wakes once more, her hand is on his shoulder immediately. ' slow, ' she murmurs quietly, not to disturb the blanket of sleep on him. ' i'm here. willem is sleeping. '

then she's quiet. there's an easy next question, about him needing water, needing anything at all. but the words don't come, stopped by the thickness of her throat. she swallows.

' you startled me, my guardian. '

[hanabisays]

@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]

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