#( empyrcal : v )

[a-vctlan]

ᴇᴍᴘʏʀᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ:

❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ (v & kyrie ft. I forgot to send you memes from like a month ago)

ᴋʏʀɪᴇ ᴅɪ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀ

A soft sigh of acceptance is given as a reply, Kyrie raising a hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, her free arm coming to rest across her stomach and hold the elbow of the other. An uncanny feeling settled inside her chest whenever V was around, reminded her of what was once home: a low hum of demonic power, warped and strained. She enjoyed his presence, someone a few steps below the rambunctious nature of everyone else she surrounded herself with, but it was hard not to feel like his eyes looked past her, knew something she didn't in moments like this.

     But that too wasn't an unfamiliar thing, now was it?           Credo often looked at her with a heaviness she couldn't place.      She wished he would just tell her.

"Do you think…" The question felt silly, even in her mind, but part of her refused to let go of hope. "If we find who took his demon arm, do you think Nero could heal, grow his arm back? He's a capable fighter, especially with Nico providing him weapons but…" The weapons don't take away the pain she knows he feels, don't erase the memory of him nearly bleeding out in their garage, don't soften the nights spent awake before he leaves to fight again. "... I'm sure it frustrates him to have the full extent of his powers locked inside of himself with no conduit."

[sparrowheartd]

@empyrcal​  /  v

❛ There’s no without. I am not gone. ❜

meme  /  always accepting

There is always a without, Birdie had learned that at a young age. A lesson learned when she was still young enough to have childish dreams of grand things, when another heart had beat in sync with her own lived, before the accident that had ripped her life, her very existence, in half.

It had not been an easy lesson then, and was even less so now.

He breathes, he lives, but only for the moment. His company voluntary on his part, even if her own clings to him and holds him there. Solid and there and tattooed and serious. Pretty, with a voice that was low and hypnotic, soothing to the gaping wound she still felt in her heart, the empty cold where once a sister, a twin, and existed.

He existed. There and then. But would he always? Birdie was not so certain. 

All things in life were temporary, even siblings - blood or adopted.

“You can’t say that.” Bubbling persona discarded, pain worn openly. Broken heart not on her sleeve, but openly none-the-less. Like she’d cut herself open right there to show him the fragile pieces of what remained of Sylvia Monroe, the twin without a twin. “People - go. Life is temporary. Not even my sister -” 

A broken breath. A sob that was not a sob.

“Don’t say things you can’t mean forever. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

[timelight]

        Anxiously he taps his finger against his hoverboard that rested across his knees as he waited for the meeting to start. A couple of discussions between the Firelights and what remained of the council to open up the borders between Topside and the Undercity for a few extra hours were supposed to start today but he was a bit turned around trying to find the new negotiations building. Didn’t help when the enforcers got on his tail either. Only a few people milled about the lobby and no one seemed to really care to look his way except a young, tired looking man who was seated in the row of benches across from his. It took Ekko a few minutes before he was able to pin down where might have seen him, a few pictures in the newspaper and snooping at the Progress Day events was just enough to confirm his suspicions.

       “So... you’re partners with the sucker, huh? Did he ever tell you how he got conned by a twelve year old seven years back?”

@empyrcal​ // starter call

[usuragan]

@empyrcal​ sent: ❛ i’ve missed you. ❜

Warmth greeted with open arms and widened smiles, not uncommon in a household of two children who scarcely saw one another. Anticipation ate the youngest alive, vague answers from his mother as to when the heir would return, mild scolding's following suit to muddle his excitement, for he knew better to bother his brother when returning from a tiring mission. Sasuke paid it no mind, even when he had his own work to focus on.

Simple words held heavy meanings in a child's mind, for his brother who seemed more prone to pushing him aside as of late but only weighed on Sasuke's mind. To be treated as a pest, as most siblings acted, seemed abnormal for the pair who held a bond of understanding an unspoken burden. 

❝I missed you too, nii-san!❞ Words muffled by his face buried within the fabric of his elder's shirt, clinging unknowingly to the familiarity, and for a brief moment the divide between them had vanished.

❝You don't have anymore missions coming up, do you? I really want to train with you.❞

[anarchyassembly]

to: @empyrcal​  »  V subject: halloweeny starter call

“You should dress up, you know.” It’s Saturday night, and while Birdie hasn’t been invited to any Halloween parties, she is still doing a costume test for Monday. Carefully braiding her hair into twin braids as she watches V through the mirror. Smile wide and mischievous and painted ruby red. “It would be super cute if you coordinated with Nero. Or me. And the ladies at the library would swoon.”

[timelight]

@empyrcal​ asked: ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ (viktor)

“Last risk I took I got held at gunpoint by the former sheriff and then almost blown up by my childhood friend.”

“But Heimerdinger vouches for you and... and given you’re a Zaunite yourself I think I can try this again.” He holds up his hand to stop either Viktor, Jayce or Heimerdinger from speaking. “Only if you bring the council to meet with us on neutral ground. Topside needs to really see how we’re doin’ down here and maybe we can broker a better idea on how we can figure this mess out.” 

Not to mention with their ivory tower blown to dust... they have no real reason to object.

meme // accepting!

[sparrowheartd]

V is a pretty man. (He’s her brother now, she can think that without judgement.) Tall and slender, with tattoos and piercing eyes. Hair that shined heathy in the sunlight. A fashion style that would make father figures get their guns. He’s... Something. A feast, she thinks, for ordinary eyes - and there are a lot of them when the go out together. Eyes that follow, eyes that drink in his looks, eyes that linger even when there’s a spouse nearby. 

Birdie, in typical fashion, finds it adorable. Especially when someone tries something. V, though? V barely even noticed, even when he was spoken to. Eyes always in a book, thoughts wherever they went whenever he was reading something pretty and prose.

To be fair, it was a library, though. Reading books was kind of the point.

“Miss Murphy was looking earlier, did you notice?” She’s eating a cake pop with a fervor, grin unseen but most definitely heard. “I think she wants you to be the daddy of her future kiddies.”

@empyrcal​  /  starter call

[sparrowheartd]

@empyrcal​  /  v

"in some times and places, inner social circles and pamphlets, it's considered fashionable to speak of pain as if it is always something more." arms slipping about her form and carefully lifting.  cane held awkwardly in tow as he slowly labored to the porch swing.  settling there before pushing off to a slow &&. steady motion.  "purple prose for what is only deep in it's ache. vast for the time it will take to mend." arms steady about the sister that was not his blood, but nonetheless his kin.  "you don't have to dress it up as anything more than it is, little sparrow . . . I miss my brother too." 

bitch whore daddy

Birdie feels like her namesake in his arms, like the nickname he doted upon her without a second thought. A small, fragile sparrow in the grasp of something greater. The man that could be her pair were it not for the fact that he belonged to someone else. A brother who deserved his strength, and not the girl who only hopelessly mimicked it.

She fights nothing. Not the way he cradles her. Not the way he brings her to sit with him. Not his words, the smoothing tempo of his voice like a balm to still fresh wounds. She should, she knows she should. Her weight might not be much, but he was a man with a cane and she knew that movement sometimes bothered him. 

But she doesn’t fight. She never does. She sinks into his arms and then against his chest as they settle. Presses her cheek to his sternum, her ear to his chest, and listens to his heart. It doesn’t beat in sync with hers, but the pain of it is familiar, and it combined with his admittance calms her own erratic pulse. The heart that beat, at times, too fast and too hard. 

A sparrow’s heart. In the chest of a small, ugly flightless and siblingless baby bird.

She doesn’t ask if it gets better. It doesn’t, she knows this. She’s been to the counselors, the therapists, to group therapy and support groups. They always said it would, but she knew it wouldn’t. The pain would never heal.

Her sister had been her soulmate. Her platonic other half. There would be no replacing that, no healing from that loss. But as she tucks herself against him, as she listens to him breathe, listens to his heart beat steady, counts the tattoos that mark his skin with a distracted gaze... She knows that. It won’t get better, but it wouldn’t get worse.

They were twinless, the two of them, but they weren’t alone. They had each other.

[usuragan]

@empyrcal​ sent: [RUFFLE]

Was it considered cheating at the game if every time Sasuke believed he found his brother hiding, he disappeared into thick clouds of smoke? Didn't quite seem as a fair advantage against a child who merely began his studies at the Academy, but Sasuke quite enjoyed the challenge. It kept him on his feet, determined to be victorious at something so simple.

❝ Nii-san, this game isn't very fun if you keep alluding me! ❞ A protest of irritation, cheeks puffed up as if to showcase his childish outburst as more smoke clouded his vision of yet another fruitless effort of winning this game. His irritation wasn't satiated until he felt a familiar weight against his crown, ruffling dark strands that soon melted away his childish protests. A warm smile soon replaced his pout, small hands reaching upwards to delicately grasp at his elder’s wrist.

❝ Got you.~ ❞

[sparrowheartd]

WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged by: @erzahlerr​ tagging: everyone who hasn’t done it yet. ( + @empyrcal​ for v thanks )

[ancsthctist-archived]

okay, but a thought: Emet wrapping Rham like a burrito cat

the only way he can get rham'ir to chill out and rest is to wrap him up in a specialized amaurotine blanket wrap and he does it in a way that rham'ir can't escape and rham'ir is just fine with that