#Qingshan ( arcxnumvitae )

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@arcxnumvitae | It's the crackship roulette baybeeeee! | Accepting!

Nirbhi & Somnio (Both of them would probably feel some kind of kinship or understanding with each other in that both of them were "trapped" for a long time; albeit in different ways. They can bond over talking about some of the different places that they've traveled to!)

"Oh! I hardly ever meet aaaanybody that's been there before! What did you think about it? What time of year did you go?" Nirbhi knew that she was asking a lot of questions of the demon, but she couldn't help it. She was the type who could talk to just about anyone in general. So when it came to something like this, that she really loved? It was even worse than usual. "I ask, because if you go toward the end of fall, there's a phenomenon that sometimes occurs where the snow will start to glow at night, like an aurora! I missed it myself when I went, and now I just have to go back, one day!"

Baphomet & Huaxiu (...Wait, why another god? Are the dragons collecting gods?? I don't know how much Huaxiu would like Baet, if I'm being honest. Then again, Baet has an energy that somehow makes people that typically shouldn't like him, like him anyway...so I could be wrong?)

"Well, well. I came to talk to Aro about something, but I didn't expect a dragon to answer his door. If that's the case...I would imagine he's still asleep-- actually, wait...let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm? Not every day you meet one of the esteemed Red Eyes of the Dragon God, after all." A smile curves at Baphomet's lips, and he offers his hand to Huaxiu in greeting. From what he could sense, there were five, no...six other dragons inside, as well the Inari that he had come to speak with. They must have come for Ativere's festival. "My name is Baphomet. And you are?"

Melchior & Eilidh (Immediately, I know that Io would love Eilidh. Not even in that way necessarily, but...she has that type of energy that he tends to gravitate toward in people he likes to hang around with)

"I don't mean to bother you, but would you be willing to help me out with somethin'? It won't take long, I promise." The demon was on a job, and the person he was tailing seemed to have started getting suspicious that they were being followed. Rather than jump in, and potentially see bystanders caught in the fighting that would no doubt come from it, Io decided that it would be best to just blend in for a bit, instead. "Pretend that you know me? Talk about something, walk with me a little...we could sit down at that cafe, if you wanted. I'll even order you something. What do ya say?"

Enoch & Aur (You know the "I'm in danger!" meme? That. That's the feeling I get from this. For various reasons. That aside though, I feel like they would probably get along pretty well with each other? The dragons are out here collecting deities, and Aur is collecting Questionable Company lmao)

"King Camhlaidh. My most humble apologies if I was in your way. Please, go ahead." Of course Enoch had noticed Seelie's ruler approaching already, and had positioned himself in such a manner that they would cross paths. Cloudy wings give a little billow as he bows deep, straightening again soon after to follow leisurely alongside Aur. "It would seem that we both had a similar idea, in taking a small respite from the crowd. Between the toasts and such, things are getting to be rather boisterous in there, aren't they? Even more-so for you, I would imagine-- and while that tends to mean the party is going rather successfully-- a break would be more than well-deserved."

Callan & Amara (I could at least see them being friends! From what I can tell, Amara has a somewhat similar personality type to Callie's best friend...though hopefully a little less energetic? Not to mention, one of the familiars that Callan's mom is bound to, takes the shape of a phoenix, so he would love to meet a real one!)

"He's usually a little better behaved than this...I guess he really likes you, though. It's okay if you pet him; he won't bite or anything." Pale blonde locks swish back and forth with the shaking of Callan's head. The Cephlani's arms crossing over his chest as he regards the odd looking raven that had settled on Amara's shoulder. Though it didn't seem to have any eyes (or any evident facial features at all, really), the bird seemed to be intently watching the food that the phoenix had in his hand. Giving a little purr, followed by a few noises that sounded like kisses, like it was trying to butter Amara up.

"Oh, he wants your food! I'll get him, sorry. Thistle, come on, you can't just fly up to someone and demand that they give you their stuff. Talk about rude..."

[cxrsedsouls]

( @arcxnumvitae​ ) asked:  By the time the Pureblood would have noticed the scent of another in his room upon entering, Qingshan was already closing the door behind him and shutting off the only other exit. “Leventis Vasilios,” said the dragon in lieu of a greeting. It had been easier than expected to find his current whereabouts, but she hadn’t anticipated him to have joined in with the Japanese clans. Back resting against the door and her arms crossed in front of her, she fixed him with a long look, taking in his appearance. “You’re friends with Huaxiu, yes?”

Will this breakup finally be resolved???

Disheveled didn’t even begin to describe the Pureblood’s appearance. Typically the image of order, now stood a mess of blond locks, wrinkled clothes, and intoxication. The ache in his heart still weighs heavily, the loss of any sense of hope tearing away at what little will he had left to continue. His brief conversation with Huaxiu, if you could even call it that, only made things worse and now... he didn’t know what to do. So instead, he turned to alcohol, the one thing that could never let him down. Never disappoint. Never abandon him.

Feet nearly trip on their way into the room, caught off guard by both the voice and the scent and yet, when soft blue eyes, rimmed with red from the tears he fought with all his might to keep from falling, fell upon the dragon, he didn’t even seem surprised. He stares, not a word spoken for a long moment before a heavy sigh escapes and he raises the now empty bottle of liquor to pear in through the mouth. “What th-the hell d-did they... put in my d-drink?”

Surely, that must be it... right? Because there was surely no way that Qingshan, of all people, was standing here. In his room. At this very moment. 

Of course not.

Not when he knew that the gods had punished her for her crimes. Punished her for all that she had done to Huaxiu... 

It had to be another illusion...

[shctteredillusions]

( @arcxnumvitae​ ) asked: Smash or pass Vasilios to Qingshan

Send “smash or pass” and my muse will answer honestly which they’d do Let’s just sow some fucking chaos then || Accepting

A bit of a chuckle rumbled in his chest at the thought, something of an amused smile lingering on his lips. “While I’d say smash, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have any of it. Not that I blame her of course.” But at the same time, she was the same as Huaxiu… probably even close to him. Would something like that risk messing with what he has with him? Not like those two were an item but even then, such a thing could overly complicate something that has been rather good to him thus far. “Actually, pass.” Not that he was willing to elaborate any on why the sudden change.

[soulsxng]

“You’re not a god?” Qingshan to Nirbhi!

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"Oooh, sorry my friend, but I don't just give out that information for free! You have to reach at least level three friendship before I start talking about that kind of thing!" Perhaps the other woman recognized her from before the whole stepping down thing had happened...but Nirbhi somehow felt that wasn't the case.

Maybe she had heard some people talking when Nirbhi came in, then. It wasn't uncommon for people to know who she was, after all. "Just kidding. I'm a former god, actually! Left that life behind ages ago...why do you ask?"

[cxrsedsouls]

( @arcxnumvitae​ ) asked:

Arrogant whelp! He did not seem more than a few centuries old yet he had the audacity, inebriated or not, to speak to his elders in that manner? However, it was the mention of Huaxiu that truly had the woman’s eyes narrowing dangerously. In a flash of cold silver, the steel of one of the dragon’s swords rested against the vampire’s cool skin as she pushed him back against the bed with deadly speed. “Watch. Your. Tone.” The warning slid from her lips in a deadly, fanged hiss. With each word the sword dug in deeper until then barest trickle of red began to bead where the blade pressed. It was only a modicum of self-control and the knowledge that he may be important to her student that kept the dragon from reacting too violently against him. “Before I cut out your tongue and make you choke on it.”

Clearly, this was nothing more than a mistake. “I thought to approach someone who cared for him to ask, but instead all I get is a drunken fool blathering on about matters wholly beyond his understanding.”

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Empty blue eyes stare down at Qingshan, all luster that had once been present now gone and leaving behind nothing but the death of the man he used to be. The metallic scent of blood burned sensitive nostrils and yet, he didn’t flinch, refused to pull away as he continued to stare. “Go on, do it then.” A laugh rumbled softly in his chest, toeing the edge of insanity as his eyes widen and a smirk curls at the edges of cold lips. “You’ll be doing us all a favor.” His head leans in, pressing the blade harder against his neck as the cool metal bit further into his skin. The trail of blood thickened down his flesh, spreading to the once crisp white shirt and quickly ruining the elegant fabric.

The Pureblood had lost all sense of himself, powers running amok against a teetering mind as a figure began to appear behind the dragon. A familiar frame, though his hair was longer, a reminder of one of the many things Vasilios adored about Huaxiu that seemed a relic of the past now. “It’s okay, Lǎoshī, you can do it, kill him. Spare us all the headache of this pathetic man’s existence.”

The illusion shifts, a few steps taken as he moves to stand beside Qingshan. “He does not deserve to live. Not after all he has done. It is only right that the punishment fit the crime.” Red eyes shift, staring directly at Vasilios’ chest where his heart resides beneath the frigid flesh. “A heart for a heart. At least this one is already dead.”

[cxrsedsouls]

( @arcxnumvitae​ ) asked:  He looked-- like an absolute mess. She could barely train the emotion away to keep her face neutral and a finger snapped in front of the other man. "I'm here in the flesh, child of Hades, but none of that is important right now. What's wrong with Huaxiu?" He would not be receiving an explanation on how she was there before him now, and honestly all she wanted was to cut to the important chase: whatever had happened to her student.

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A snort rang out from the vampire, shoes tossed to the side carelessly. Didn’t matter much to the man if he ruined the expensive leather, he didn’t even care enough these days to fix them. What would be the point? All forms of grace and charm are abandoned, manners completely tossed out the window as his hand waves dismissively towards the dragon. “Oh yeah, h-here in the flesh my...my ass.”

Feet begin to make their way towards the bed, but stop suddenly. Cool frame begins to sway, as if ready to fall from the sudden change but it was only a moment later that turns to face Qingshan, usually soft features distorted in rage. “If you’re r-really here ...like you say you are, then why the hell do you even care?!” Voice rises, though it seemed the anger had him growing steadier as blood coursed through his veins, heart pounding within his chest. “W-with what you-you did! To him!”

Still he didn’t think the dragon was truly there, and if she was, he knew there was a chance she’d make him hurt for speaking to her like this but he didn’t care. What pain could she inflict that was worse than what he was already going through? “If you’re really here, how did you get free? Why in the world would I not just tell Jianhuren you’re here? And why would you think I’d ever willingly tell you a damn thing about Huaxiu? After how much you hurt him?!” 

Cool hands reach out, ready to grasp at the others collar. He wanted to fell something in his hands, something firm and real. Something he could take a bit of this anger out on. Even if it was merely nothing more than his powers manifesting on their own.