#((Hi. hHelllo))

[philialdevotion]

✧ falesia: the disquieting awareness that someone's importance to you and your importance to them may not necessarily match.

Everyone loves the Exalt.

They love the way she smiles at them; how she listens, really listens, and considers the concerns that throng their lives. Hundreds bury their hopes in the smooth twist of her lips, and she respires pure redemption in return. Who wouldn't love such a smile? They love how kind she is, how gently she promises, with every last word, to repair the wrongs her father wrought. They love her like they love Peace. Hardship has taught them all, in empty shelves and flayed-cheek hunger, to love Peace.

When Her Grace walks amongst the people, it is quite natural that she be accompanied. The people love her, but not enough for her to walk amongst them unattended. Tears cried in exultant joy, or bitter rage shine with the same raw iridescence; Phila would rather her bones form the forth of pearlescant sea-scum souring the walls of Southtown's canals than let a single beslubbered hand touch her Exalt.

She places herself at the rearguard. She avoids meeting the eye of the one she defends. It is for the best, is what she tells herself: she doesn't have to see her own warped face held in such bitter relief with warm pupils. In those eyes, olive branches unfurl their leaves to the sun. Moss pillows oak trees bending under the weight of their own age. Her eyes are groves that Phila dares not disturb.

A girl has pushed her way to the front. She crumples in on herself, hands clasped in prayer or restraint or awe. Her lip quivers as her parents encourage her forward. Look, there she is. Isn't she beautiful? Phila doesn't need to look any longer. She knows the answer all too well.

They complete the procession. Another success for the Halidom. Today has been a good day and tomorrow shall be much better. They are alone in the throne room and Phila asks if she noticed how wonderful the sun was that day; like a great glowering sweet, sucking the light out of the sky and illuminating their path through the city.

Phila loves the Exalt. She loves the Exalt as only a subject can. At a remove. From her throne-side. They are all servants of her cause, and sometimes Phila can play at it being enough. It is a joy to serve. It is a joy to know she can be of use. It is a joy to know that those feelings, which steal into her heart with barbed-bladed pangs, can never be requited, because it means she can die for her cause quite easily. That is how it must be. And when she doesn't fall too close into the scope of her arms, that is how it is. The possibility of anything else is vertigo-inducing; she fears the fall.

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[daeguzen]

hi hhelllo H-I~~

it's ok hehe i love long replies 😍😍❤️

is the novel a book you wanna publish one day? 💓💓

😊😊 DHFHDHD JAEM-

And yes it isss, I've had the idea of wanting to publish a book since I was like....17....I'm 21 now so it hasnt been too long. But I just started writing the characters and it's going to be based on magic. Writing a full on chaptered book is wild, so much character development, plot, background like damn I can barely finish my own Greek series PFFFT

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The boy is out cold for quite some time, eyes shut and lungs working hard to pump air back into his frame. When he finally opens his eyes he looks alarmed, immediately looking up. He sees the window, then the creature who caught him. He looks to them with curiosity, not sure he’s ever seen anyone like this before.

“H-hhelllo?”

It felt like a dream at first, hands smaller than what seemed right scrabbling as he climbed. Sometimes claws popped forward to grab on hard, sending stone falling beneath him. He hasn’t once looked down, too focused on the small opening above him. When he finally reaches the opening he takes a breather, wheezing harshly as his body tried to take in air. He feels light headed, feeling himself pitch forward into the window.

The creature was playing on their piano softly- a soft tune. They knew the songs name and how to play it- but of course not of where it came from. The black creature was content to play music- until they heard something above him open- and they looked up.Seeing Giles fall down and down- and stood up quickly- stretching their arms to catch Giles- then softly place him on top of the piano they were playing on.

For the first time in along time. The creature was full of worry for this stranger.