#( again please please don't feel the need to match t v t aaah )

[soratia]

@empathcrowned​

   time is a concept irrelevant to her, a bearer of immortality. a blink of eyes to her can equal a century to humanity. yes, her notion of it is warped but she senses how it changes her surroundings — a utopia that once towered all, that was once known by all — a memory; one that fades each year, each decade, each century until it’s tales are completely forgotten.

   she hasn’t forgotten, though. rather, it’s the memories from that time that imprisons mind while body supports itself at a light post, coal eyes absentmindedly watching cars go by. one wonders, why mind keeps coming back and forth towards that. one asks — why, after so long? yes, memories are pleasant, funny even. but a, what a bittersweet taste. even remembering his title was — 

   a car’s honk nearby is what awakens demoness from nostalgia, blinking rapidly, almost forgetting where she was. “ what stupidity... ” whisper given to mind, shaking head left and right. if it only serves to sadden her, why remember at all? a sigh from plump lips before finally leaving spot, heels starting to clack along sidewalk while eyes follow feet around.

   however, it’s the occasional peek of what is in front of her that catches him. a glimpse of what could possibly be a random passerby going in the opposite direction and yet — her memories are yet so vivid, his appearance so crystal clear. surely, she looks like the image of stupidity: mouth and eyes open wide, movements paralyzed midstep. and surely, she’d look even more stupid if they were just that, a random passerby that she had just called out by the most outrageous of titles and yet, heels still turn and demoness still rushes towards figure, hand reaching and grabbing arm o so suddenly. a dry swallow and an open mouth that whispers something that creature thought they’d never say again but alas, in a mix of hope and fear:

      “ your... highness...? ”

[soratia]

@tenebrisum​ . continued from here

   so used to cacophony around counter that quietude catches him off guard, it comes unexpectedly, unwantedly; it welcomes the storm inside mind and the constant shadow that appear on his peripheral — only to vanish when he centers vision. constant buzz and drunk babble would surely wake him up but not the incessant tapping given to him, unknowingly. absent-minded until snap of tongue and sharp comment comes to him, hazel eyes that twitch and figure suddenly turns their attention to customer.

      “ my deepest apologies, mister. I do seem to be a bit out of tune today... ” a smile given professionally and a bow so polite. swift hands that are quick to fill glass again, happy facade breaking for a second with following statement but soon recovering. “ a ghost, hm? if only it was that simple... ” a soft whisper to the wind. maybe then, just maybe — he’d finally be complete? to know that the faceless one that haunts him truly exists, that’d give him much peace of mind.

      “ this one is on the house, mister. again, I’m so sorry for letting you witness such inappropriate behavior. please don’t tell my boss about this... ” index covers own mouth while smile behind it is warm and expression is troubled — a facade that is cheerful and welcoming. “ may I get something for you to eat as well? or anything else, really. ” smiling, bartender locking eyes with customer — certain that that’ll stop mind that still wants to scream louder and louder. please, just let this disappear. please, just talk and drown this hallucination.