#𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢 𖥨ํ ic

[hollowfaith]

@anghexescu ໒꒱

「✦」 Climbing the steps of Savior's Respite, Aurelius finally finds who he's been looking for sitting on the edge of the cliff. Tiny flowers dot the earth behind the figure like a carpet, although the blooms are sparser than he remembers.

The last time they were here, Klaus had confessed his love for him.

Aurelius hesitates at the memory. Inside his pocket rests a letter, its contents an outpouring of the seraph's thoughts and feelings. As much as it expresses love, it also speaks of worries.

And of fears.

Perhaps that had been why Klaus had kept his distance instead of tracking him down. At times he pushed, but he never forced. As with all things, Anghelescu always reached a certain point...and then refused to cross the line.

The realization ignites Aurelius more than anything else. He's marching across the flowers the next instant, a noisy approach impossible to ignore as he advances on his partner.

"Were you really planning to leave me a letter," he begins, "and never show yourself?"

"Am I to pursue you, leave you, and then chase you back on my own? You have legs and wings and a mouth that speaks. Is it really so terrible to confront me with any one of those things?"

His body stops a foot away from his partner, golden eyes staring down at the other angel. "Klaus."

Still, his voice softens at the name.

"Even if you want me to do all the work, tell me that to my face."

[ithuriel]

𖤍 Contradictions do not delight him as paradoxes do. The latter, at least, hides kernels of truth in seemingly nonsense statements: less is more, change is constant, expect the unexpected, et al. The former only highlights failures in logic, or some sort of hidden flaw: for example, the scent of blood he's sure he's picking up in the air even though he sees none within sight.

It's also broad daylight—hardly a time for unfortunate murders—yet something prickles at the edge of Aurelius' senses just the same. Eyes skim curiously through the crowds before zeroing in on one rare, well-dressed soul passing close by.

If conversation was inevitable, at least let his partner be someone with taste. The angel weaves through the mob, careful to avoid touching most people in the process, and somehow ends up following his target to a more secluded corner between two buildings.

"Excuse me." Aurelius closes the final distance himself, using his taller frame to form a temporary buffer against the noisy plaza behind them. It occurs to him then that he has no idea how to phrase his question. Eyebrows furrowing, he decides to simply spit it out.

"I'm wondering whether you've noticed any suspicious occurrences in this square."

@fangsanddaggers ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

don't test me

If you're going to force your ways on me...

then it's only fair I force mine on you

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 During a lull between the many, many dances, Aurelius steps out into the gardens. It's cooler here as well as quiet; his eyes drift to the bright moon in the skies above before he picks his way among the garden paths.

He had thought to find a place to sit—maybe somewhere by a fountain, or next to a parterre. Instead he turns and nearly runs into someone standing by a trellis, dressed in green with a full, all-white face mask.

"My apologies," the angel is quick to take a step back. He doesn't recognize this man, but it's odd to see someone alone out at night.

"...are you lost? The party's over there, back on the path I came from."

@kleinstar ໒꒱

[ithuriel]

𖤍 It's not in his nature to pry.

Until he wants to.

And Aurelius thinks he's held out long enough, standing in his corner of the Enchanted Library while the other man digs through shelves of books as if looking for a particular novel. All of the titles, he notes, have something to do with one particular subject.

Finally, he clears his throat and takes a step forward. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice..."

"You seem to be looking for something specifically. It's not this one, is it?"

He holds up his own book, which reads: How to Serve Dragons: A History.

@dragonhcrt ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 He smells it before he sees him: Sebastian's familiar stench, corrupting all it touches. This area of the city is relatively deserted—he's been favoring those kinds of locations recently—so at least there wasn't a question of too many victims the demon lord could pick out. Following the scent to its source, Aurelius lands on top of a building and looks down to see...long green hair?

His breath catches in his throat, confused.

The next moment, he watches the youth below him round a corner, cut off a man trying to circle around him by grabbing his shoulder, and raise his other hand to attack—

Aurelius is behind him in seconds, catching the offending wrist as he turns the figure to face him.

"Riel—"

His words die down at the sight of ruby-red eyes. Behind him, the freed victim gives a stammering whimper before running off to safety.

@divinedevourer ໒꒱

[ithuriel]

𖤍 The average lifespan of a single cigarette is six minutes long. Unfortunately, this one meets a premature death after its owner accidentally drops it on the sidewalk, where it rolls away a few inches before a shiny heel crushes its body against the pavement. As its flame dies out in a stream of smoke, Aurelius smiles and kicks the remnants of its tattered corpse to the curb.

"I do apologize." And he even sounds sincere about it.

"But I'm rather allergic to bad life choices."

@brokeassgoing ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 Despite New Year's having passed, a festive mood is still in sight. The streets are full of celebrations—both from Winterfes and parties—and the explosion of fireworks are a frequent occurrence in the evening.

Boom. BoombOOM!

Aurelius doesn't mind the sights, but the noises jar unpleasant memories to the surface, and so with a thought, he uses telekinesis to still the air around his ears, bringing him some blessed silence.

Strolling through the streets, he passes by a girl looking markedly unused to the noise herself, and waves a finger at her ears too. Waiting until she notices, the angel looks down and slowly mouths a single word:

"Better?"

@guidingstarmira ໒꒱

[ithuriel]

𖤍 His reflexes aren't what they're used to be.

Standing on the second-floor balcony of his assigned housing in the Seaside Province, Aurelius is preoccupied with fiddling on his new phone when a strong breeze blows past him and through the door to the rooms within.

That isn't much of an issue; it's the sudden slam of a door further in the house that causes his fingers to twitch. His phone slips out of his grip in the process, sailing through the air before it lands with a splat on the pavement below. Fortunately, it missed hitting the skull of the dark-haired passerby out for a walk.

Leaning over the railing, Aurelius feels a rare flash of awkwardness.

"Apologies, that was clumsy of me."

@mischiefmodig ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 Interrupted with his foot practically out the window, Aurelius checks his steps and glides down to the ground instead. If Klaus truly was in trouble, he'd call for him—or seek him out himself. It was better to deal with the guest at hand before he brought a little tail with him to find his partner.

Now as always, practicality wins over sentiment.

"If she's already pointed you my way, then I gather the resurrection was a success."

"What did you expect to hear?"

This one then, stands with the soul of a hero: brave, bright, straightforward. There's nothing vulgar nor ugly about him, which Aurelius supposes is what spurs him onto this series of blunt questioning.

"She was of the wrong body and mind. I simply returned things to what they used to be. Would you rather she lived her days as a caricature, playing at a part she never suited?"

@hollowfaith

Seofon had tried his best to keep his promise- to be the protector that Fiyero needed. To his credit, he'd managed to stay calm until Fiyero had fallen asleep ⎛ and he'd tried to get some rest himself ⎠ and he wanted to say that he was a little more level headed when he woke up.

Except, that wasn't really the case, was it? Certainly not when he'd set off to the Sanctus Clinic to wait for Aurelius to leave-

Just a talk, he'd whispered upon Fiyero's lips- I'm not going to get myself killed- but I also can't just let him get away with this. What Aurelius had done was monstrous- Seofon fancied himself a fairly skilled slayer of monsters. Not that it was the main task of the Eternals, but when a monster was a true threat... It was his duty to step in.

❝ Hey- ❞ Aurelius sure is easy to recognize. He holds himself like a haughty bastard, and Seofon can see exactly what sort of person he is. There's a part of him that can't wait to put him in his place. There's a part of him that knows this won't just be a talk. Anosiete stirs in the back of his mind, urges him to do what must be done. Get rid of the threat, don't waste time chatting.

❝ Aurelius, right? Yeah, I'm Seofon- Fiyero's partner. Gotta say, you left her in a really bad spot. ❞ He can't really have this talk right in front of a clinic. This isn't anyone else's issue- but it doesn't stop the Gateway-Star sword from manifesting in his hand in fragments of light.

❝ I don't want to make a scene here, but I'm not going to leave until you tell me what the hell you were thinking doing something like that. ❞

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 When Aurelius next awakes, it is dark, and he is warm.

Blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings, the angel tries to stir—and finds himself floating in some sort of enclosed space, just wide enough for him to stretch and touch the walls. A moment of confusion ensues—had his angels moved him indoors?—before a messy jumble of memories hits him straight on.

Sky. Swords. Blood. Klaus—

Of all the people he had trusted, Klaus had—

He doesn't finish that thought before an involuntary shudder wracks his body. Feverishly, he inspects his body in the dim lighting, checking to see that all his limbs are intact, then touches frantically at the walls, looking for a way out.

Seconds later, the giant, golden-leafed tree ejects him from its trunk, and Aurelius falls on all fours at its base. It's late afternoon and bitterly cold; he wonders if this is why he's shaking as he climbs to his feet, fingers trembling beneath his gaze.

"....."

He looks at the tree, then at the familiar house beside it. It's a place he knows, but now utterly foreign to him. For some reason, there's a sweater and scarf around the trunk of the tree as well, along with a completely unnecessary jacket—as if a plant could use those things to keep warm. He doesn't recognize them as gifts for himself while his mind plays catch-up with the present.

I need to leave.

Certainly, it wasn't safe here anymore. Klaus had chosen his side in their last fight, and condemned him to confinement in a world where death was meaningless. As long as a world with humans existed, there would be no room for him to stand by his side.

It was a truth he'd guessed from the start, but been too stubborn to accept until his partner—his soulmate—had stood against him, and very nearly killed him.

The thought turns him woozy; Aurelius pauses to catch his breath before pushing off from the tree to walk forwards. Could he fly? Or would that make him too easy to spot from the skies? Perhaps going deeper into the woods was an option until he figured out where to head next. His legs feel like jelly—how long had he been asleep? A root from the tree catches him unawares, and he trips, sprawling on the dirt like some uncoordinated fawn.

He crawls back upright—faster this time—and keeps stumbling forward. At the house he pauses, holding onto its walls as he scans the forest for his best way of escape. East or southeast, perhaps. Using the setting sun to gauge his position, Aurelius picks out a suitable opening in the trees and dives right in.

@anghexescu ໒꒱ hurry klaus ur not-BF is going awol

[ithuriel]

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[hollowfaith]

「✦」 Stepping into the office, Aurelius first sweeps his gaze over the desk, then the windows—only to give a double take. He's using to climbing in and out of them himself, but seeing another person standing in one is unexpected.

Wait, was she planning to jump off—?

"What are you doing?"

A single thought later and the windows open before Aurelius pulled Mira in with his telekinesis. He's none too shy about plopping her directly onto the couch before latching the window after her, keeping her securely locked in.

Turning back, the angel faces the girl on the couch with arms crossed and a faint frown on his face.

"This is the third floor. There's mountains elsewhere if you want to go climbing."

@hollowfaith

Mira hadn't really explored much of the Golden Ward yet, and honestly, most of it seemed far out of her comfort zone just yet. Most of every single area seemed to be bustling with various activity, from large crowds of people, to the loud machinery of the Boardwalk from it's amusement parks, to the mall again from the large crowds and being an enclosed building.

Maybe one day, she'd explore it when she could handle all the noise better, but today, today she deemed not that day. So, she was making her way back towards her own housing, floating idly above a more calmer area of the Ward as she went, and she had simply lost track of how much she had used her ability.

Even if she wasn't that far above the buildings, the sensation of falling makes her eyes widen for a moment as she feels the wind whipping through her hair as the buildings come closer, and closer, and closer-

And her hand reaches out to grab a hold of a ledge of whatever she can, stopping her decent as she hangs there for a moment before she's hauling herself up onto the ledge, not even bothering to look into the window she's in front of as she balances there unsteady for a moment as she turns around and peeks towards the ground.

..She could jump from here and be safe right..?

[hollowfaith]

「🕊」 Nioqu was a small but troublesome continent known for its notorious earthquakes and active supervolcano. It was common for Aurelius to fly over its lands just to check on the status of the people there—rumors of demons flying out of the volcano had the more desperate souls routinely risking their lives in hopes of finding one and making a deal.

He wonders if this latest wanderer is one of them—or perhaps a soul already lost. The path he's on will take him to the very rim of the fiery crater, so the angel is quick to land on the crest of the next hill, wings outstretched to block his way.

"That is far enough."

"There is nothing the least worthwhile up there for you to risk your life. If you must seek help, find it from God in your prayers."

The next second Aurelius turns aside to cover his mouth, stifling a rising yawn. Although the flight was supposed to wake him up, it was so warm around here that he couldn't help feeling sleepy.

At least he didn't look as ridiculous as the guy still wearing a fur-lined coat.

@imnotdracula ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

November 20, 9:35AM Archimedes Ward Court Courtroom No. 4

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「⚖️」 "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, good morning. My name is Aurelius Vane-Tempest, and it is my pleasure to represent the city of Spirale as a prosecutor on this tragic case."

As the din in the gallery died down, the bespectacled blond lawyer read off his opening remarks to both judge and jury.

"On November 15th, 2024, the defendant in this matter, a Mr. Eiden Itadori, was found on the steps of SP*T besides the dead body of Mr. Ron Mann, well-known family man and beloved philanthropist to the community. Mr. Mann was determined to have died from blunt force trauma to the cranial region from a weaponized toy sold on Mr. Itadori's premises."

His voice was smooth and even, carrying no inflection besides the ones needed for dramatic effect. There was a storybook quality to the way he detailed the crime, the collection of the body, and the charges pressed against Eiden afterwards.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a case about a man who could not control his strength, who lost his cool at a crucial moment to commit involuntary manslaughter on the unlucky victim. Despite this, justice must be upheld."

"At the conclusion of the case, and after you have heard all the evidence, we are confident that you will return a verdict of guilty."

Thus finished, the angel prosecutor set down his papers and politely indicated to the judge that the defense could go next.

Today, the case of Eiden Itadori vs. The City of Spirale was formally in session.

@darkenforcer > @kleinstar ໒꒱

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 Aurelius gives the triangle a dirty look.

And then he has to look again, because how does it have a bow tie? Why was it wearing heels? Didn't he see something like this in a bar once...

"There's no point in admiring flowers."

"They all die young."

Still, he scoots over to give the newcomer room to sit—the motion smooth and silent, as what he's really done is levitate himself sideways.

"I have made my partner unhappy,” he volunteers readily enough. “But then again, so has he with me. And so we stand now: at opposite sides of our argument.”

@hollowfaith gets a preplotted starter ! yay !

He's not really the type to " bask in nature " or whatever it is some people do. He simply has a vested interest in trying to know this place inside and out, seeing as he's going to be stuck here. On today's menu is a place called Savior's Respite. Plenty of myths about the place - it irks him, that he doesn't know what's true or not - but overall, it's pretty enough, for anyone who cares for scenery. However... getting to know people is something he enjoys even more than sightseeing, and would be quite the bonus to get out of this venture! Seeing as he's not alone, with someone clearly down on their luck further up the path, it looks like he's hit the jackpot.

"SHEESH, LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE'S FEELING PRETTY DOWN - FIGURED BEING SOMEWHERE PRETTY ON THE OUTSIDE WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ON THE INSIDE? I HEARD FROM A LITTLE BIRD THAT ONLY WORKS IF YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT'S BOTHERING YOU... SO, WANNA START?"