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@bigidiotenergy continue from here
I'll become the MONSTER.
Hands balled into fists as Odysseus stares into his reflection from a puddle on the Underworld's floor. If that's what had to be done, IT HAD TO BE DONE. The King was tired. TIRED of not seeing his son and wife.
Ruthlessness is mercy. And if he needs to be ruthless—
The King practically jumps out of his BONES at the sudden voice behind him. He makes swift movements then, turning around on his heels as a hand reaches for the handle of his sword. All while the mortal's eyes are trailing from the lurking shadow in the water all the way to— To—
Odysseus's eyes widen. Hands immediately falling to his sides as he takes a trembling step back. "... Hades... !"
Water's reflection always has been an amusing perception from his own view. Some divinity could looking back at you within it, and if she wanted to having fun once in a while, maybe an impression of an breath could be heard, or sometimes there will be the sensation of something inside the presented reflection … Term itself who was actually comic at the moment. It was the beginning of an long term comedy in which no explanation manual would be given about how circumstances must be understood, how much reality had to be exposed when, in all cases, immensity of his lies were allowed to be shattered apart. Every fragment of an glass was allowed to reflecting themselves like an private party, in which every glitter exposed by his expression or his gestures, as important as they were, will be filed. It doesn't matter anymore if the reflective glass could hurt. It doesn't matter if the reflective glass was curshed, in which inevitable blood would flow of the wound. It doesn't matter if projection of his soul, along misunderstandings, desires, wishes, longing, suffered that programmed shatter within dimensions. A long time ago, he would have introducing himself inside an serious and stern manners, and would have taking great care not troubling the dear feelings of this brave hero. Nevertheless, time changed, right ? His comedy with humanity lasted for thousands of years, and for once within his entire eternity, for forget the ache trapped within his heart, he could take circumstances at heart --- showing them true comedy humanity was trapped with.
One misunderstanding couldn't hurt him anymore.
If humanity craved to saw the terrible destructor of the world they would be disappointed by his performance to giving them wrong --- ❝ Little nature that you are. ❞ Another comment exposed right away as realization of his voice had been created. An tone behind Odysseus voice who insisted a lot over the permanent sensation of mockery welcoming his sentence, in amused ardor of hoping to see him get out of his words. It was unfortunate for him. Although, for the paradox it was worth, he could have corrected the course of a few millennia by opening the way to Odysseus differently. Poor Jason only received his mocking comments in the background, and an particular amusement concerning irony of his circumstances, him in which Athena pulled so much faith inside him --- oh, did he wanted news from Jason having cursing himself a good beginning his own blinded pride and terrible behavior destroyed it all ? Athena would probably blame him, AGAIN, to have dared touch towards faith her protegees had, nevertheless, it was pointless, right ? This was the Underworld. He had the upper-hand. It wasn't like that hero was planning to agonozing for plea something, right ? It wasn't like he was planning to convince him ? ❝ Are you scared of me you forget the norm of courtesy, or you've passed too much time with Athena been familiar you forgotten I merit same decency ? ❞ He pondered, as during one second, leaving his nice space inside the sky enjoying the view, he exposed closeness by moving close to him, admiring every feature amusingly. ❝ In a melancholic mood from the moment you entered my domain ? ❞ He was learning beautifully with Lelouch vi Britannia. He was still learning beautifully with Lelouch, and mastering even better his act with the Golden Witch. For whatever reason he showing up inside his realm, he better be strongly prepared. ❝ Why the surprised face when you couldn't have missed the Underworld sign ? ❞
#bigidiotenergy#ic :: hades#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#long post /#have your 100% unhinged hades experience !#just imagine disney appareance if you want but have sass king that will n e v e r s t o p c o m m e n t i n g i n y o u r b a c k
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Goods news --- it wasn't the Witch of Illusions, it wasn't Alois Trancy, it wasn't worse case scenario in which that kid would have meddled already outside Meifu, meaning they would have an higher spheres problem, and possibly suffering larger consequences for little administrative service they represented ! Bad news --- coming from discreete monotoring experience they had currently on that boy, by the simple presence of Lelouch vi Britannia, it was confirming than Hades-sama was ALREADY around, and it was an matter of time until they met both. Bad news --- if Lelouch vi Britannia was already there, and hadn't yet presented himself to the Meifu, it would mean, Shinigami as he was, he might perceiving with his two eyes, his influence inside another sphere of their own job before dealing with them … meaning he might not been at his best mentally, in which they would have to preparing that kid to be polite at least one second with the tutor he run away from … Composed features searched to remain. However, betraying embarasssement was present instead, nodding in confirmation, laughing towards immediate experienced panic at the second. Faster illusion at his reach was to assume there could be someone else associated to noblesse sphere having purple eyes … not that he knew that many, and they weren't a lot … well … who resonated like Lelouch did. ❝ It did. Someone called Lelouch, I suppose ? ❞ He dared to check regardless. It was impossible to imposing an name associated to his first name. He rarely introducing himself as Lelouch vi Britannia, and though the name Lamperouge was safe to use, it was depending if his name has been told. If he actually desired to interfere … Within awareness of both dads coming, that time around, no, they weren't going to watch directly --- because their observers would comment everything. No panicking, no panicking !
There was an moment of silence, as it returned inside reassuring sphere of the job. Well … in which he could sympathizing with the subject, without having all informations at his hand. ❝ Hmmm … ❞ Having another anomaly at the office didn't helped at all to giving him a straight answer without risking to cause an disaster in long-term. Concerning Hijiri-kun being another anomaly, it was better if only couple of people knew about circumstances. Business around Shirou Kamui was complicated topic, when the view had to been perceived concerning timelines possibilities, and how Fates threads were woven around Hinoto-sama … something he was rather observer of than an player, and again, connected to Lelouch. ❝ It's unusual that a Shinigami can touch everything at once … ❞ For a witch, touching the human and witch side was normal, but with Alois Trancy, that divine side was accentuated by Hades-sama and something in his presence … was something he avoided thinking about too much. ❝ Those who can touch the three realms have special aspects ? ❞ He would need to ask Chief Konoe to get more informations about state of Soul Society. Now he was wrapped inside that part of his job, there was an high possibility he might exploring more --- in which he would doing everything he could for spare them of the Witch of Illusions. Nevertheless, questioning he had about how a Shinigami could reach such ascension, brought the remembrances coming from the Witch of Illusions. He couldn't heard the term sacrifice, or taking risks without thinking about him. He was an physical remembrance of that. Alois Trancy was a physical remembrance he had sacrificed himself on the altar as a manipulative move, and achieved to get exactly what he wanted by using manipulative games of his fathers … Muraki's thought came back to him only a few seconds later, and he didn't want it to happen to him. ❝ It depends on desires that wish to be manifested in the world. I understand perfectly. My embarrassment comes from a clear understanding. ❞ Should he talk about it, even indirectly ? ❝ Uh, sometimes a witch can get caught up in a desire for revenge so strong that despite being been an Shinigami, it's terrifying … their feelings around hide … uh … hidden mirrors. ❞ Everything was reflection around the Witch of Illusions. He couldn't talk about how his current issue was an result of an willing SACRIFICE. He neither didn't wanted to remember how he almost get sacrificed on an altar for satisfy madness of an man.
❝ He has dark hair and purple eyes. Perhaps that will answer your question? ❞ He is the only other visitor to come to the Soul Society so far. Though, it seemed that all of these visitors were connected to one another in a vast network of sorts. All of them seem connected and he got the sense that more visitors will be showing up. There is a far larger world out there, something like a vast sea that all of these visitors traversed. The way they spoke was intriguing to say the least.
❝ Ichigo is something of an anomaly. I have not seen someone like him in my lifetime. He is the only one I know of to have touched all three realms in the way he has. ❞
Byakuya thinks about the troubles plaguing the Soul Society. In the manner in which his visitor spoke, he thinks about Aizen. Aizen was known to be a genius and extremely powerful. His power was unmatched until Ichigo's existence. Well, that man played the Soul Society like a fiddle ----- as if he were the game master writing the script of this tale. A force of interference that altered the course of history in order to try and ascend to greater heights. It was well known that his power influenced the way the soul Society grew. His power was so great it caused tremors.
❝ I have heard that if you are willing to make the sacrifice and task risk that such things can be made reality. Kurosaki Ichigo often speaks his desires aloud as if they are an oath to be sworn to himself. In that manner, he manifests his will into existence. ❞
#prideblades#ic :: tsuzuki asato#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#bleach fandom tag#long post /#umineko spoilers /
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@rosa-geminae asked an threatening starter
Ushiromiya Battler wished an comfort he couldn't get, nevertheless, as recently enter within the witches world, she had no blame towards that pleasant innocence he still managed to keep under his features. Amusingly, she hoped one day he would take implicit realization who resonated within their chessboard in the moment the Witch of Paradoxes showed up to them --- though the knowledge migth be something horribly funny coming from an particular perspective, though the realization will be an terrible emotional shock all around his expression, and oh, she could already imagining decomposure of his features when the supporting presence of the God of the Underworld would suddently making sense ! She can't pretend be all alright with circumstances. How inside an cage in which she had been trapped with Lady Lambdadelta, and was used as an entertainment object with Lady Bernkastel, of her game to had been manipulated from another view… If Ushiromiya Battler could content himself of ignorance, and searching amusingly to escape Hades influence and indirect pressure upon the chessboard, as representative of the game, within her reputation who had been recollected by the God of the Underworld, she would someday forced to be leading an reatroactive observer move of an sealed chessboard. Did the perception of the game appeased her heart ? Did becoming the uninvited another witness of another tragedy reflecting her making her happy ? There was some things the God of the Underworld couldn't talk inside her chessboard, neither explaining why there was an remnant of pure annoyance within some of his expressions. That quest always mean to reach another truth, to discovering another fact over herself ---
With parameters of the paradox now understood, she had room for maneuver that could be considered pleasant if she were to physically appear in another chessboard. It was a freedom she tragically had to thank someone for, letting her become the light in the midst of the shadows, that little butterfly of hope in the depths of darkness ! In their mutual reflection, she could go much more room for maneuver to this terrible Witch of Illusions, it was a long-term support which was mutual to them. During all this time when she had explored depths of a past in which she existed and didn't yet exist, she had always remained distant, always a hesitation in her expression. She was horribly frustrated at not being able to interact with the players on this chessboard, either before the tragedy happened, or after under certain conditions, without knowing to what degree her other self would eventually interact. Nevertheless Hades had shown her the way, even Lelouch's selfish presence embedded in her chessboard had shown her the way. All it took was a strong impression. All it took was a few moments in an opportunity to find yourself recognized. Oh, she enjoyed the chaos it would cause. Sadly, she couldn't given hope right away towards the single person who was craving for it, however there was another nobe, in which her presence remained yet something he was hesitant to believe, in which she could use for the benefits of the action. In her retroactive move, she didn't just want to confirm the acknowledgment that had allowed Alois Trancy to become a witch. She wanted to help the players around her, help anyone she could. What better way to present herself to someone that can understand her situation as well as she did, and who was connected to the little noble Phantomhive who hadn't finished his long ordeal with the higher dimensions ! ❝ Hee hee hee hee hee, it’s showtime ! ❞ Second in which she had been able to lose herself entirely in her physical appearance did her good, where she paid attention to becoming again the one she had always been, the one in which she was recognizable. This time period should be grateful to her, she wasn't most horrible of the two ! Oh, she knew he would be confused, knew he wouldn't understand what going on, and what he done for merit that appareance ! ❝ Hm, what a drama in a world of demons, no one has deigned to pay attention and give honor to great, magnificent Bea~triciiiiiiice~ It's so offensive, oh yes, oh yes. Where is my pleasure in making another demon falter at my feet, appearing all dolice at my side, preparing me a lovely tea ? ❞ It was long term frustration she had never be allowed to expose concerning Claude. Knowing she was rambling without context, a terrifying smile played on her face, looking at him, knowing full well that this dangerous little game was only option to possibly create a positive chain reaction. ❝ It's a pity. It's a pity that you poor humans remain so pathetic that your existence becomes miserable. ❞ This sentence too she had kept deep inside her for too long, despite Lelouch having suffered wrath of her character, but had paid for it by having Hades not being easy with her. Internally, she had to take into account that he risked crossing other two, that Hades was still there even if he was invisible and Lelouch will return in such a landscape. ❝ It's so booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring ! ❞ She pleased herself with her sentence before approaching him ❝ Tell me, nobleman that you are, have you done nothing offensive lately ? ❞
#rosageminae#ic :: beatrice ushiromiya#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#umineko spoilers /#long post /#small resurrection in which her level threat will slowly increase
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@wolfvirago
No one was truly alone in middle of Purgatory's games.
This was the sentence he really wanted to expressing with brightness, offering all the reasssurance associated to that statement he wanted honestly to share. However, how much this was true ? Of course, for a while, inside his own chessboard, there had been only his mind and his thoughts to having an idea of an plan for bouncing back towards the Golden Witch, when he had indirect allies during that time. Another witch had been supporting his position, and eventually, he did managed to have allies along the way … When, with that last thoughts, slow decomposure couldn't help to return. ❝ You aren't alone in this fight, never. ❞ He actually decided to bring around, when thoughtfulness of his expression betrayed his wish to be innocent. ❝ It all depending of the chessboard you are coming from. It's all depending of circumstances within your chessboard. It's all depending of the witch you are facing. ❞ For the moment, he wasn't obligated to awakening pleasant memories and recollections concerning that point … or even how within his case, he had to please the God of the Underground with his chessboard. She needed reassurance, not to be worried over weight of opponent. ❝ Did a witch take a dislike to you ? ❞
#wolfvirago#ic :: battler ushiromiya#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#depending where can be inside or post interconnected subplot lol#it's start simple for better be long after#( answered. )
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@schxdenfreude continue from here
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"Hmm. What could have brought on this question... I wonder, I wonder...." Usually, those who begin suddenly asking questions of witches have been burnt in their past, or are chasing after some sort of desire. But this frustration feels different. "Unfortunately, I'm not so kind that I'd divulge the nature of my magic so easily! Perhaps I am an omnipotent with the same skills as a God, or perhaps I brew potions over a cauldron day in and day out, or perhaps I haunt lost children deep in the forest! Ahhhh, I wonder which is the turth! Kihihihii....!"
Witch had been for too long simply an word balanced to his face. By what nonsense the Doctor became one ? What he was exactly talking about with that word, and why that single term was more powerful than be an Time Lord, huh ? He never have been flattered by an clear meaning on the matter … and cannot say he loved his travels inside that higher spheres. Witches were crazy. Witches were insane. Witches when that much evil he feel truly offended to be considered inferior than him --- the Master. Witches wore his name like a veil, whether they were guardians of a 'chessboad' or a traveler, they dominated his name…and he didn't like that. He was supposed to rule them all --- to be the Master of all the witches !
If with Lady Bernkastel, his patience was pretty much limited and his ability to keep his calm was pretty much inexistent since she was representing somewhere a miracle he wanted to touch someday by his hands, mocking smile expressed itself as she was referring magic. Yeah, he had pretty much perceived it --- magic. Be fooled during centuries. Be trapped inside an chessboard Oh, even the incarnation of his dear Doctor be beautifully manipulated as an Piece. ❝ You are the goddesses of your own universe, wouldn't it be too much to ask to be a conceptual goddess ? ❞ He requested it with an kind of unseen frustration who quite understood that point still. Another laugh followed concerning that other definition. ❝ Cauldrons used must be very different from those of humans. Compared to a visible potion, no one knows when the enchantment started, let alone when it will end. ❞ Another laugh followed. ❝ Last one would be so much boooooring, don't you think, only unexciting ? ❞
#schxdenfreude#ic :: simm!master#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#( even if he don't know lol )#umineko spoilers /#he will be totally unhinged as second will pass#and show all his inner bernkastel 100% done with featherine
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@wolfvirago
She really should be honored the single thing she was receiving was to be laughed at. Compared of Bern, oh her beloved Bern, she wasn't that much spiteful she would want entire destruction of the daring human who desired standing in front of witches, would be eventually one of the cause she will lose in front of Bern, that in the long run, would find an exit to an perfected prison she created especially for her~ Compared of Bern, in which simple evocation of the village of Hinamizawa, simple remembrance over a little girl trapped into an loop, simple evocation of the name Keiichi would bring utter disgust ! Hey, hey, hey, hey, would she tear out her guts alive ? Would she loving to be part of another realm they would prepare, for adding another dimension of pleasure in middle of Beatrice's game ? Should be creating an gift out of that human, and send her at Featherine as remembrance about all the horrors she did committed during that time ? ❝ Oh please~ ~ ❞ She giggled further, in which mocking expression exposed as there was playfulness all around her. ❝ Your story is just so funny, isn't an compassionate point to react that way ? Isn't attentive of me to heard what you've just said ? What do you expected by confess it to me ? Humans that cannot help themselves cannot receive the honor of the magical, the magnificent, the beautiful Great Lady Lambdadelta ! Sorry, I only support those who show strenght, determination, ardor in their dreams, in their desires, in their ambitions, not crawling in despair like you ! You think crying in my sleeves would give you my sympathy ? ❞ Perceiving no-witches pieces struggling in their suffering was one of many advantages to be a witch. She wasn't anymore inside the other side, struggling, having no one coming at help, having nothing to hold into than herself. She wasn't anymore trapped in this painful world. Even remembrances coming from that chessboard she supported, in which her Certainty has been enough imposing for destroying Miracles for a long while generated playfulness, distanced condescendance over somewhere she personally experienced. Bern didn't remained on her cage, but Rokkenjima island will be her amazing prison, in which she will ensure the fun will never end, multiplying happiness given by these thousands of time loops in a new degree of majesty, as love's proof ! Seriousness voice returned inside her features, while an shadow of distorted features passed as simple remembrance. ❝ I took the time to listen to you, you should thank me. So what, you suddenly expect confirmation that everything will be okay ? You want to know if your friends survive ? You wish this time loop would stop and something else would be offered to you ? Isn't it a wonderful opportunity to be able to do exactly what you want during the shoooooort time offered by these time loops ? ❞
#wolfvirago#ic :: lambdadelta#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#horribly rusty because hadn't write her since 2 years !#once freshed out will be possible to met her higurashi timeline#higurashi spoilers /#( answered. )
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@pointofviiew continue from here
He sensed him in this city before the other even made himself known with this stupid question. Holding back to lash out at him but it was clear he was annoyed already. "It won't be so pretty once i punch you in the stupid smug face-" He glared looking around for something to do just that. "If you died one day this city would finally have peace, i would finally have peace."
It was an fatality between each other, the little comfort they both needed, the necessity that every time he was showing up at Ikebukuro, presenting his presence to his long term friend, Heiwajima Shizuo. His day cannot ended beautifully without be an annoyance to him --- whatever if he was commenting amusingly virtually, whatever if it's was physically attempting once more to take down that monster. He should be grateful. With him, the ambiant of the town was amusing, doesn't it ? With him, the uncolored group of Dollars had found a new form of entertainment, in which the creator could entertain himself and escape from his deep boredom ! Playfulness desire had betrayed his features on that day. Wasn't most wonderful moment of their lives that they dared to speak to each other rather normally ? Wasn't this a miracle never expected in this world ? ❝ You've known my smug face so well that you'd be so unhappy not to hear him whisper sweet things, Shizu-chan~ ❞ He mocked with pleasure. He did remembered the time when he ended up wounded by their interactions, which had greatly irritated him, but he was able to move past it. He faked an sad laugh when Shizuo assumed right away he was speaking of his death, mutually watching his surroundings, remaining at long distance. ❝ Who says this town will have peace if I leave, huh ? Isn't that a bit prosperous of you ? Who tells you that you will have peace as you tell me so well, one day, when I can offer it to you personally, that one day, you will have the peace that I wish to give you ? ❞ He mocked once more.
#pointofviiew#ic :: izaya orihara#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#( since interconnected subplot include w h o l e canon sooo)#you receive an asshole lol#missed our interactions ;-;
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❝ so…is it everything you hoped for? ❞ (to any muse of your choice!)
@innocentnouveau
Wasn't it already a lot to ask for several miracles in one life ?
One though associated to that term, one recollection concerning that word miracle, stayed eternal reminder single manner he would get his dream realized would mean to get actual approval of Philip Butler --- when compared to his metaphoric twin who befriended him in two seconds, and had no particular issue about the asshole he was in common basic … he would have preferred remain ignorant of his entire existence to begin with. Phantomhive wasn't going to help much, expected attempt to stand in front of that man, in which perceived weakness during that game put him in great disadvantage. If Phantomhive had refused an ego war between Lelouch, Alois II and him to ask for a single time to resolve the situation of a demon, the downside of having to take it full in the face with Philip Butler, it was a curse. One day, he would love been able to expressing one word without feeling out of place. One day, the terror of his voice might disappear, as there was consciousness, if he wasn't Alois Trancy, if he wasn't some spare since there was no one else --- Best he wasn't thinking about it, right ? Thinking he could have been assassinated straight up by that man if he did the misery not to be the villain expected of him inside other circumstances, when his poor mind still process how he got his soul tore apart weren't good ones !
Frustration concerning that secret troubled him since day one. Inability to talk about the person who influenced the most his existence, because he had no idea where that second manor was, because there was nothing that could confirm now-Witch of Illusions existed. If he was speaking of an ideal he mentally created, his own mind would be troubled by the lack of presence and evidence, and simple remembrances his brain hold … Though, it was only manner to ever introducing him by now. He wanted seek an particular ideal. He wanted becoming that confident, rude, bossing, threatening, dangerous, insufferable kid --- When, actually, single thing he ever asked for was to be loved. When he would want, if this was possible, to perceiving once more his little brother happy expression he lose, single memories attaching himself to his true identity he never managed to push behind … however, without the name Alois Trancy, he was nothing … and without him managing to opening to himself that Purgatory's door, he will lose forever right to be called Alois Trancy. ❝ I don't think becoming a witch is something easy. Neither to find that person inside an portait that cannot been seen anymore, in which there might be countless people having that name … ❞ He noticed. ❝ You have some air of her by the way. As an compliment. ❞ If he wanted Beatrice, he would have to win Philip Butler -- there remained MAIN PROBLEM. ❝ This already requires several miracles that I want, and the miracle merchant, oh, he is complicated to convince … ❞ He complained. ❝ He wants a proof of will. ❞
#innocentnouveau#ic :: alois trancy#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#( answered. )#umineko spoilers /#black butler spoilers /
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Phantomhive would always have an manor though his. It didn't matter how long he could stay. It didn't matter if he decided, while settling down, to recodorating some rooms for his own taste, since it would always be better than his manner to handling the thing once upon a time with a demon. He would be flattered instead --- to always have an reminder of Phantomhive, that he could always watching, in middle of the Trancy household … as the name transformed officially inside something even more obscure, as the name became officially associated with the Underworld and the witches spheres. If he could, honestly, he would recreate these hidden rooms trapped inside that second manor, in which the painting of that say Beatrice, would be remembrance he didn't belonged anymore inside that human world --- But, it would be rather additional quest to FIND again that sealed second manor. It has been that discreete devotion from that old asshole than bring him Philip Butler in that house --- It turned out to be a good thing because there was Alois Trancy inside of it, his metaphoric twin, then his beggings concerning his miserable persona, but without that name --- Not lot of thoughts were needed for remember casually how huge that whole manor was, how ''alone'' he has been, in which, if he managed good his role, the underworld ( Underworld ) would keep him compagny.
There was speaking about a cake, right ? He decided to bring that oral request to Hannah regardless if she anticipated it or not. On that, he was fast to notice, and he appreciated how he managed to illutimating that good face of Phantomhive ! An laugh welcomed his sudden concerns about his expression. Nah, nothing on the sort ! ❝ I just find your face beautiful ~ ❞ He dropped in the most straightforwards way possible along an playful tone. He wasn't going to thinking too much about the whole aspect of 'I can't see my own reflection' he catching up automatically for having quite opposite problem --- he couldn't bear to seeing his own reflection without hating what he saw, and naturally acted inside an entire temptation to destroy the mirror in front of him, which he couldn't, as much he was entitled to do that. This was part of the curse. This was part to have his Illusions broken. He should be grateful his own body remained the exact same than the one of his metaphoric twin, than there was no difference. He should be grateful he had that face. Only, it was an physical reminder of someone he needed to reach again, and an remembrance of an constant self-hatred. He wasn't as good at his metaphoric twin. He was too good for his world for be the asshole he should be. If he managed just for one tiny second to overcoming these feelings, he would have win something towards his goal --- Comically, sometimes, he often mocked about how it must be it, to feeling like an butterfly with broken wings, trapped in an cage …
Thoughts who were calmed down by the sound of Phantomhive voice. Considering how much studying Phantomhive has been only thing has making him live so far, there was some shops in London in which for sure they would find his style. Since he was the boy fated to the daylight, to suffering noblesse sphere in all their atrocities ( and didn't have the guts to asking Philip Butler to imposing another wind of terror, for be scared already he was part of the current wind ), he knew a bit about that … Besides, he knew there was nothing coming from his outfits that could match Phantomhive. His style was weirded than him, and as much he would need to do the effort to looking normal someday from Victorian standards, it seemed another chore. Ah, by the way, he had forgotten that last expressed detail … from his view, he wasn't like he was protecting an fugitive. It was just his beloved Phantomhive needed his help, and how settling down the situation with the underworld homework … In which he was attempting to do something. ❝ Hmmm. Since you cannot go outside, I can ask Hannah to bring you looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot of outfits, new ones inside the ones you get before, or if possible, the ones you've had in your house. I know couple of shops I'm sure that will please you but since you're supposed to remain discreete … ❞ He proposed. Regardless if Astre considered he didn't need to play comedy upon an role he played, meanwhile he needed to carry out the role of Alois Trancy ( Jim Macken can't exist anymore ), inside that affectionate love upon an new-created identity, pretending nevertheless a lie can be helpul ? Besides, as much he wasn't the one he pretended to be, he remained an proud noble ? He shouldn't be ashamed to loving what he loved outfits standpoint. On his side, his comedy was related to how transforming an angel in demon, so, the whole appareance part, as amusing the situation was, as much they knew, there looking exactly alike, and there was nothing to transforming on that point ! He nodded as he listened to his following sentencces. ❝ I'm already buying inside your compagny, so if you want something from it, I might have it. Has been productive these past months, I missed nothing. I love sweets on your compagny too~ ❞ By the proposition expressed in whispers, an deep interested smile exposed, before it exploded with joy. ❝ I would like to learn the art of sewing with you ! I really like this idea ! That way, you will always be with me ! ❞ He didn't know how to do anything with his hands, so he was going to have to learn from scratch. He had never asked the future Vessalius Duke, who was heavily associated with this otherworldly rabbit world, if he could do it … and in a way, it was comical. ❝ I can already see the style you must be imagining in your head because I know the rabbits in your company well ~ This will pass the time during many weeks ~ Phantomhive and Trancy, together forever~ ❞
A...oh, that was right. Astre did still have a manor, in a way. Well. If he was going to pass a message to Hannah, that would take care of the cake situation. Something nice, brighten up his face. "What is wrong with my face? Did I look sad? Or upset? Is that why you want to do something nice and brighten up my face?" Astre himself couldn't see his own reflection, unless he was to look in a mirror which there was not one around. Or. To look at his reflection in the water. Again however, there was no water around to peer into.
"I have a idea. Maybe we can get new outfits. Because i've been wearing the same clothes for awhile now." And it wasn't like he could ever go back to the Phantomhive manor, grab clothes from his wardrobe and walk back out without being noticed. Astre had been thinking of getting new clothes for some time. They didn't need to be fancy since a fugitive on the run couldn't exactly wear clothes suited for nobility in the open.
"I also want something else, that would actually brighten my mood. You remember I owned a company that made sweets and toys. They wouldn't recognize you. But they would me, unless I put on a dis...." He almost said disguise, recalling that one time he had to dress up as a girl. "Forget a disguise. I just think, it would be kind of.....cute to get matching stuffed rabbits." He did his best to try and mumble the last part.
#pocketfulofgalaxies#ic :: alois trancy#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#black butler spoilers /#umineko spoilers /#pandora hearts spoilers /#long post /#the muse is overexcited x)
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❝ An observer . . . Does this mean you intend to not interfere within matters outside of your domain? ❞ Curiosity flitted within slate eyes as he looked towards the other. Appearing out of nowhere ----- a god.
Some higher being from another plane of existence. Unfamiliar. Unknown as within this reality they were in, there was only the Soul King, Quincies, Hollows, and shinigami ----- known as soul reapers. They were the gods chosen by humans to save them and preserve the balance.
❝ I am told you are a neutral entity who observes. Is it boredom that brings you here to watch our lives play out? ❞ Though he does not mind in the slightest.
❝ Perhaps you can tell me more about your version of the underground and of your world. ❞
Japanese Underworld wasn't part of his jurisdiction. Would he have done better or worse than the administrative and compartmentalized field he was in charge of? No idea. Possibility of having a soul deciding to escape from the associated framework, by going to attach itself and venture into another dimension, for having dared to take advantage of a little too close and in a sneaky way of the big boss would have been a little more complicated, even impossible --- if the soul of the kid had been Japanese, and he had ventured into this kind of underworld, it would have taken a little more than soft eyes to Enma-sama, to take advantage of an Emperor's power to break the administrative locks, and to have the support of a witch to escape. Anyways, strange point were such reflection when the kid managed beautifully his means in middle of the Japanese Underworld --- and regardless if so far, it concerned only the Meifu ( amusingly ), what were considered barriers were to become fragile borders. Nevertheless, in front of that question, there was an playful smile in return. Once upon a time, he would have answered yes. Back when the old age, and boredom hadn't embraced all his mindset, there will have no immediate attention to interfering where he shoudn't. However, he was needed as an representative of the Underworld, no matter if different of the Japanese one, for creating relationships, bonds, connections, compromises and negociations between the two parties. ❝ Unfortunately, the temptations brought by circumstances continually invite me to add my little grain of interference, however minimal it may be. ❞ Sincere answer echoed instead. Oh, that portion of the Shinigami world was something he didn't intented right away to interfere --- nevertheless he had a constant presence with the Meifu who had become aware of his presence, and of a possible link of causality with Muraki not long ago, that he could make a retroactive movement of long-time observer. It was an chessboard like any other from an Purgatory perspective. It was simply an fragment of the Underworld dealing with circumstances. Currently, he barely managed to hold still as simple observer of Rokkenjima as comments were made. ❝ Perhaps a passing disappointment will pass through your mind at not being your official governor, or perhaps you will feel comfort in avoiding the harsh judgment of my gaze. ❞ He playfully mused in return.
Inside other circumstances, as one landscape he was watching and sensed his interferences would be needed in midle of shadows, he would have answered positively to this second question. Boredom was the feeling that pushed him to investing himself as an actor in middle of an observer play, in which as great director he was, he given overall opinion towards the performance to retroactively have a feeling of pleasure in rewatching the familiar scenes, knowing that he would have interacted with the actors, and to which the audience would unwittingly sense a slight difference in tone … like a certain director whose many plays he had to judge who remained absent at his calls, but whose presence would eventually be necessary and presented differently in front of the stage, to whom finally, he could exchange the complaints received by many former actors of their plays. ❝ Neutrality is a special position, which can be frustrating in many ways. I offer myself a comfort to make the operation pleasant for everyone. ❞ He expressed slowly with further playfulness upon his lips. ❝ Usually, it's boredom that would have pushed me to explore where my gaze can only get lost in front of these vast games presented, nevertheless, it's a soul invites me to venture beyond usual barriers. Unfortunately, even if I give the person concerned a good spanking, I doubt that this kid will learn his lesson, so I have to go about it in a smarter way to show that papa is not blind to the meaning he gave to his previous action, and that running away from your guardian isn't good~ ❞ Temptation to adding more playfulness desired to escaping his lips, as within couple of questions, various several possibilities of amusement had been offered. Oh, it was just a presentation. He would have time for that. ❝ Underworld I rule has own cruelties to souls, a different rest, a less warm landscape in form … but what's the point of dangling a world to which many stories refer in front of a Shinigami who can only dream of touch such a world, in same way that dreams propagated by this kid of a dimension that can be touched will remain hopes and vain desires attached to souls attached to a single Underworld ? I sympathize with the curiosity of a soul that boils with excitement of knowing a difference, but to find yourself surrounded by untouchable stories, in a growing eternity, will be deeply painful, won't it ? Wasn't that why for thousands of years I remained just a name ? That's what kid just changed~ ❞ Mocking sound echoed.
#prideblades#ic :: hades#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#bleach fandom tag#long post /#receive Unhinged Hades that will be an Experience !
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"Says the man who watches people and probably plays a weird chess game that makes no sense. Oh and constantly angers Shizuo like he has some death wish now that's ridiculous! For that same pest to run when danger...known as Shuzo appears..that's sooo funny!"
Playfulness wrapped slowly his features. Masaomi-kun perspective was something interesting to heard, especially, concerning past circumstances between them, how he had many reasons to comment over his past actions (though none of that would stop him inside what he had been carefully planned neither how he wanted watching from the first steps consequences). His love for humanity had to coming with an intensive studying of them --- admiring every one of their reactions, viewing their doings in middle of created consequences, and remaining an closer observer that would staying behind meanwhile chaos emerging. Wasn’t it his main quality, to loving so much humanity he wanted discovering their entire potential, compared to how a benevolent underground doctor pretended only interest to such species? Wasn’t he kind enough to embracing humanity with that overwhelming love? Nothing had to be said concerning how he was watching. It was part of his job. It was his favourite hobby. Oh, he also didn’t cared if one unexpected supporter desired to watching him back, understanding the riddle of his person or giving him more possibilities of fun inside own particular manners of appearances games --- he could learn far more about how playing with the threads of people with an witch on his side, unable to been perceived unless an couple of lucky people … ❝ For you, how I play this game sounds ridiculous, nevertheless, it’s understandable for my rules~ ❞ He expressed amusingly concerning the remark of the young teenager concerning his game. It wasn’t a game meant to be understood by other people. It wasn’t meant to be focused over a tiny ridiculous single chessboard, in which established rules were simple. Oh, he expected no one actually achieving to understand each of his moves, even if such unexpected challenger of a witch ached solving him --- in same manner he was studying that strange guest of a kid. Sound of a betraying amusement dared escaped his lips for a couple of seconds, before increasing further inside a condescending mockery when Shizu-chan was mentioned. ❝ Shizu-chan and me have a long story together~ ~ Someone need to remember to Shizu-chan how an error of nature he represents, what better person than myself for showing my affections~ ❞ Positive feelings were intended within that mockery approach regardless if emotions diverged on his sentences. How Shinra managed even to breathe closer to Shizuo was something he couldn’t manage to understand, would never be able to understand, though, accidentally, he was amused by how his best friend was attached by an inhuman being he was so much passionate with … ❝ You might notice how humans being ridiculous is their special charm, it’s so admiring~ ❞
#pointofviiew#ic :: izaya orihara#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#receive chaotic izaya#be ready for all feels !#excited for them !!!#izaya can be all villain he wants i'm unable to see him as such
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ㅤㅤ❝ HEEEEY . . . What is it you’re looking for ? Ciel ? Hey . . . ? Did you lose something ? Because I could help you search for it if you just tell me, you know ? ❞
Certainly it would prove a more productive venture to simply ask Agni about misplaced items ! Notwithstanding, not unlike an overgrown puppy tailing its owner wherever they may go, Soma falls instantly in step with the tight - lipped young lord seeming to be in ever such a hurry to survey the townhouse in its entirety ( for reasons yet unknown ) . Barely enough time to even remove his coat, he’d had ! Soma knows, because he had been the one insistent on playing the IMPECCABLE HOST and helping him out of it, just then, thick fabrics still slung over an arm.
ㅤㅤ❝ Furthermore, won’t I even get a little greeting hug first ?? It has been two whole months since your last visit ! ❞ And five days, might he add !
Remembrances who included the various arrangement of rooms of his townhouse, in which manner the layout of the entire building has been made, remained terrible fragile mental conception. Inside other circumstances, if he wasn't single person that could do something about it and embracing the responsabilities he accepted to bear by been tolerant once inside his lifetime, he would ask immedietly Sebastian to create an map out of the place. He wouldn't have done all this way for simply having an guarantee, maybe, during an unwanted and firstly undesired stay --- he would pretend an illusion of reassurance. At least, emotionally, it was the ambition who driving himself to coming back to London for one particular reason. Time was escaping him, and with his constant lack of knoweldge or anchored informations over what happening right in the moment, if nothing was done, he would have an loss by his own fault … An failure that will automatically put him in danger. An failure that will destroying the safety of his existence in one instant. An pain he could avoid, helplessness emotion he could yet escape if he was reacting …
There was no emotional ability for him, the Earl of Phantomhive as mental reminder, to answer as once towards the brightness given by Soma. Way he introduced himself has been horribly distanced, he knew that, and there was consciousness his casual harshness would sound terribly inscreased if he dared leave his thoughtful state --- Explanatory sentence that could be confessed was simple, right ? Usually, there would be an common exasperation passing though his expression, in which an visible blue eye would have pouted almost innocently towards receive that attention by the moment he step by --- He couldn't hide the person he had on the coach, in which he guessed without attentive presence of his side, noise that must be handled would be something again to calm down. Hardly right now, he couldn't consider Sebastian be an demon able to reassure unwanted patient - now friend counting on him !
❝ Find out how many bedrooms are available here. ❞ Disconnected reply eventually came out of his lips. Yes, he would be totally legitimate to ask him why he needed at this point perceiving by himself the number of bedrooms allowed inside this place. If he had to sacrifing an room, it would be borthersome for him. He would prefer avoid one option in which cohabitation would take another extansion, wishing instead to have an fuzzing annoyance creating disasters all around the place like old times when silence would return … ❝ I don't have an mindset for that. ❞ He brutally then exposed towards the greeting hugs, in which fragments of his expression confessed instead sadness that indeed, he does. Ah, concerning his absence --- ❝ I've been extremely busy, Soma. ❞ Busy to wondering how it was humanly possible to remove an demon curse on someone who accidentally crushed his soul day by day, in which the physical state of the patient reached an disastrous point … Sebastian didn't have an magical cure for that. Sebastian didn't have one single clue about how helping the situation. Sebastian wasn't enough helpful right now ! Lips hesitated to lie. Prolonged absence within noblesse realm has been confirmed since a while, and even he had to inform the Queen he will be busy. Jugding gaze pondered the best decisions, as anyways, his temporary staying included to humiliate himself towards an action he wouldn't usually dare attempting. ❝ I'm not alone. I have a surprise guest. He is gravely ill. Out of my great kindness, I have taken him in, but the care provided in my manor isn't sufficient. Even the greatest doctors Sebastian could find for me are insufficient. I need to know if we can put him aside while I do what is necessary on my end. I came back to London for this. ❞ There was an latent unhappines and tiring emotional conflict that could be heard in the background of his sentences as he was aware, without express explicity the word, that he cared.
#raajasii#ic :: ciel phantomhive#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#long post /#yes it's 600 words certified 100% pain#have opportunity of an grumpy affectionate o!ciel growing up emotionally for more bonding time between them !
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If his heart wasn't currently wounded inside his own flesh, in which remembrances themselves of that pain clouded his mind, and pushed an excessive humanity inside his features --- couple sentences, some manners of another souls to expressing themselves, wouldn't resonating that much personally inside of him. Nevertheless, fatality of an bigger irony confessing a presence into an boomerang of his previous sentences has been accepted since the right beginning --- Inside that playfulness game, protected by the veil of that last of illusions, he could handling various emotional blows in which he could anticipating himself to suffer. The reflection, in any case, would be hurtful for one of the players, in which he could doing everything he could for avoiding too much consequences of that part --- If his heart wasn't currently in ruins, in which he pretended same wonderful landscape existed as before, his ocean eyes wouldn't have betraying an emotion to remembrance of that sentence whispered so many time by his wife. Though, metaphoric talk was something he found pleasures, and arguments inside. Similar to an butterfly becoming an snake by his own transformation and learning from the dangerous predators among him, the wonderful victim of an mantis could become an uncontrollable chameleon, losing himself in his various physical transformations. As if Persephone would someday devour him, when her absence caused so much damages to his own being --- ❝ Other butterflies that would crisscross the pages, showing themselves in their best light, in order to impress the great king in their regard, and manage to hide among the lines, is that it ? ❞ In the future, no doubt. In the future, inevitably, unless he wanted to confirm a complete eradication before a birth was even made, there would be hidden lines in his own book --- nevertheless, a few hundred years or more would have been lived, of which he himself didn't want to know the mindset of his own future. A few children deserved to be born, and to understand how much their existence had been desired, that their existence had been precious in this regard --- but that was the last thing on his mind in his current perspective. He was already a father of a kid. He had to find a way to bring this kid back into the shackles of the Underworld and reincarnation circle. He knew degree of a parenting that tired him. ❝ Some things can take time. These lines will probably be doomed to be written in this book and hidden from everyone's eyes, nevertheless perhaps the general approach may be complex, for having already glimpsed them from an indiscreet shoulder ? ❞ There was a controlled irritation towards that shoulder, which was that kid who had protected himself in generous darkness of one of his children. How was he supposed to react ? Trust him that he wasn't going to do anything to his kid after everything he had done before, and caused many emotional damages around him ? Trust him when he would laugh if he had to physically hurt him someday, let him torment himself in his emotional turmoil ? His kid hadn't asked for anything, no way he was going to take that risk.
He could grow fond of a soul, he had seen it many times, but learning maturity of healthy behavior was something he had to be forced to act upon. Ah, he wasn't sure for somber the mood, but he was restless lately ! ❝ Isn't my visit a proof of my enormous regard, friendship and respect towards you ? Isn't my visit a symbol of the strongest trust ? Hiding me from my annoying supervisors to entertain me, to confess me, languishing in my solitude at your side, like a little piece of truth that no one else will be able to be enchanted to have seen ? ❞ Accoustumed gaze to constantly checking ocean eyes of an kid or emotions hidden inside purple eyes of an Emperor for understood the state of their heart and concluding their thoughts generated an fast bounce back towards what he seemed to perceive from Hel. She knew more than any other soul know of him. She knew more than he alllowed Hypnos and Thanatos to know. Persephone's memory mentally hurt him. As much he could cry upon her absence, patience was an virtue in which he needed to remain dignified, in which reunion would be devoting, and an actual new Spring in the Underworld. That closeness --- he valued it deeply. Flattery once more received extended his happiness. ❝ My comments should be more appreciated in Olympus, but the truth of them would hurt their fragile egos. Here, I have only compliments to convey. Besides, a radiant light makes loneliness disappear, doesn't it ? ❞ He was enjoy it more than he should. ❝ I know where my place is~ Am I not innocent and overly charitable little dork doing his best ? ❞
"My darling," She chided softly, this time keeping her hands to herself though eyes still plunged deep into his being. "Persephone might be the mantle on which your books rests but you are not so foolish as to believe others do not delve between the pages.." She winked playfully and turned from him. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she knew nothing. Maybe what she gleaned was shallow and empty.
But having known each other so long, holding such fondness for one another.. it was unlikely. Persephone herself was kin to Hel. Or at least she thought as much. Felt as much. No matter how he tried to hide himself, Hel was always of the mind she could see deeper.
The king of death's realm and death herself. How could they not hold a bond of closeness?
"That..." She chuckled deep and low. "Has always been true." What harm could a king do when he held the throne but not hardly the mantle of death? In that way, she had always felt safe in his company. He was far older but never once more powerful. And never once less respected. She joked but their was an unabashed and very obvious affection in her smiling expression.
"In that instance," She smiled though her back remained turned, "I am glad to have you. This place is so dreary without the warmth of your smile and unmet words." A beat passed before the redhead turned back, a coy smile on her pallid features, "I enjoy that you never quipped at my calling you a dork. It is good that you understand your place."
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This boy was a bit of a handful. Honestly, his master seemed more like an angel at times, but it is still a learning experience to see what a normal child is actually like.
"Yes, the Phantomhive family has quite the magnificent garden." He wonders if he's seen white roses before? Come to think of it, probably not given Jim's background from what he's looked into.
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Amusing was how he lightly appreciated the landscape around Phantomhive's mansion … in an better approach than his own … Maybe because it was Phantomhive : he was envious about everything the boy was, regardless how he had the exact same thing. Noblesse sphere loved Phantomhive … compared to him. If he could, he could annoy Phantomhive all day, not even try to behave himself for one second and leave him alone breath for one tiny second --- he needed attention. He needed eternal attention, and Phantomhive was inclined to answer it ! Whatever if he showed how an terrible boy he was, he could scream, he could cry, he could remain silent, his head would decomposing with emotions and oh, it was wonderful ! ❝ Quite an magnificent one~ ❞ How envious he could be cannot escape the gaze of an demon. Though, most of the flowers he witnessed inside his personal garden were roses … not inside that white color. ❝ Did these white roses had an particular meaning ? Something metaphoric ? You think your young Master will be mad if I offer him some for dinner ? ❞ He asked playfully.
#thatbutler#ic :: alois trancy#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#alois with no patience so have a reply lmao#it's alois inside casual mood 'i will destroy phantomhive manor'
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"Tell me, what do you find most amusing? The fear? The desperation? Or perhaps the occasional defiance of those who dare challenge your domain?" At least someone could appreciate them for what they were. Loki's tone was light-hearted yet tinged with something uniquely indistinguishable. "Mortals scrambling, souls bargaining, and all the while, you maintain your icy composure amidst chaos."
His own games were often motivated and petty something he could openly admit. "How can I get an invitation to spectate the Underworld? I find myself curious too. One trickster to... another." Although he wouldn't consider them the same, far from it; only two gods teetering on their own divinity.
Minus various Holy Wars across the centuries, in which right now, it remained an simple hobby in which he was partially bored, he remained an simple shadowing observer who didn't have by habit to interfere. Eventually, with circumstances aid pulled into situation of his protegee, if some reactions were done, his small influence upon events would help them to get out of unpleasant moments. Of course, for too long, he had wished doing more than just that --- influencing the ground from an far away landscape, in which his imposing perspective and power could easily transforming the result he already knew of … Nevertheless, the realm of the Underground rarely left him room for rest, neither how omnipresence of Hypnos and Thanatos remembering him to his responsabilities. It had been only recently, by how circumstances turned for one chessboard, he had imposed an independance over his decisions and his own little pleasure --- How much he managed to lie to himself, to protecting the game of his emotions, to twiting his own feelings, was something only the shadows knew … and well, one kid inclined to play with it ! Natural reaction had to be presented to showing his face in front of other places he had remaining observer, now his presence had been purely acknowledged by an couple of players, now he was weighting falsely all the responsabilities of an game in which he wasn't the villain. Playfulness have been offered within his confession, but the words remained honest. Loki needed to receive that compliment, when him as another deity would support him. Especially since he had to deal with one illusionnist …
❝ Whatever mortal challening themselves a deity should be expected to be scared, though I do enjoy the fearless ones. The ones imposing themselves in front of an god thinking they knew better, realization of their true place is only an even more powerful pleasure, to make them believe until the last moment that they can have the advantage. ❞ It had been his offensive line with the Athena Saints, with Pegasus, a lot with the Emperor of Britannia. Concerning the kid, concerning Deimos --- regardless if he had been emotionally touched by the blow he had offered him by creating his own exit beyond what he had perceived, the kid remained unaware how he was reacting as he should be, which remained his advantage. ❝ I wish I could confess I came to be bored of their despair but --- ❞ He admitted with an broken smile, before further playfulness showing up in his face. ❝ Hopeless souls find solace around my protection. They found the comfort and the reassurance they search for. Though, it's often that gentleness end up push behind by the main concerned. ❞ Following that sentence, there was an smaller laugh. ❝ Main qualities I admire in such souls are their boldness and their perseverance. Reaching the Underground knowing my reputation requires courage, stubbornly wanting to be right is a madness that pleases me. Although this happiness can sometimes be annoying, especially when my challenger doesn't seem to understand a truth exposed several times. This is part of my kindness. The moment of horror must come much later, at a time when they hardly expect to handle. ❞ Playfulness inscreased a little more. ❝ It had been the case for an couple of centuries indeed. I now take advantage of the human emotionality that I possess to be more expressive on the subject. ❞ As if the moment had been missed, he presented a dark face of that one internal pleasure. ❝ I can show condescension towards them in an gentle manner~ ☆ ❞
Eventually, his expression lowered down within that indifferent and seriousness emotions. With his own illusions crumbling all around him, there was that desire to cling over each little fragment no matter he would remain mentally hurt at each reminder … Though, pleasant smile welcoming his features turned deeply honest as he appreciated the compliment. ❝ My toys are the simple expectations of these mortals. I have spent too many millennia being constantly offended by them that I owe them this pleasure, which currently makes your games pleasant towards me, knowing your situation. Playing with these misunderstandings of these mortals is possible way to make them understand their mistake. I wish to confess to you that my games remains confined to the Underground, nevertheless, for a long time, the Underground has been present in this world. Like an endless shadow I can play with. Like a heavy feeling that engulfs the bodies of mortals. My show may look like a web in the sky, or a simple demonstration in the situation, or even by my encounter. I can show you though. I have advantage of being everywhere. ❞
#godstrayed#ic :: hades#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#long post /#i will slowly learn How To Write with Hades 😭#level of requirement of this muse only increases
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@hoovedrycal
An attentive gaze was watched carefully every move of the exposed demonstration. There was an latent consciousness, concerning how his expression in some manner, didn't truly changed would bring some wondering questions --- in which sadly answers weren't inclined to came. It would be rather complicated to explaining such reasons, when … well … he did experienced it though his own particular manners, though concerning himself, it was hardly physically the change could be exposed. Excepted maybe one thing, one tiny detail concerning one hobby about how he appreciated sometimes altering the narrative or himself when desired projects had to playing a bit with the fabric of reality. Nevertheless, as nothing inside his emotionless face didn't desiring brought an misunderstanding message, lightness within his blue eyes showed clearly interest, brightness, encouraging and supporting gaze. ❝ It's quite an power that you have. ❞ He had been hesitating to use that term. Power. It always meant responsabilities. It always meant heavier shoulders and an consciousness. It always meant there was an desire for more, to touching other spheres, to questioning powerfulness. Faculty could have worked but it must have coming from somewhere, hence he had preferred using the good word. Particular recongizable habits remained anchored within his behavior still --- no need to explain why it sounded perfectly normal for his eyes to perceiving such thing. Naturally, as an smile exposed, there was an desire to protect Regulus with such responsabilities he had, and everything in the sort. He was never complicated on that domain. He was spending his entire life helping people. There was always somewhere something inside his universe to fix, whatever how his greatest responsabilities were already huge, when his best friend would still complaining on his inability to slow down. ❝ I'm not sure you did born with the ability so I'm supposing this must coming from somewhere, and must be enough precious for you. I do understand the concern to find protectors for be certain it will not fall under malicious hands or be altered. ❞
#hoovedrycal#ic :: luke skywalker#post return of the jedi verse tag#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#( answered. )#hardcore level luke is an experience by himself
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