#aperihellion

[wingpyre]

@aperihellion​​ asked: ❛ You are my protector and my best friend. ❜ hamlet @ horatio :)

     hamlet  was  never  one  to  keep  people  very  close  to  him,   horatio  knew  that  much  stepping  into  this.   and  he  wouldn’t  change  a  single  thing  about  it,   he  has  plenty  reason  to  not  TRUST  as  freely  as  most  give.  but—   perhaps  he’s  selfish  in  these  thoughts.   because  while  hamlet  has  kept  an  arm’s  length  away  from  other  people  he  keeps  horatio  at  his  hip.   at  his  beck  and  call.   just  a  phonecall  away.

     the  normal  stone  cold  expression  on  his  face  slips  away  and  softens  a  bit  more  when  he  hears  hamlet  say  that.   he  always  says  things  like  that,   it  can  be  overwhelming  sometimes,   having  hamlet,   but  horatio  would  rather  see  him  than  the  world  happy.

     ❝  my  dear  lord . . .   hamlet . . .  ❞   he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say,   never  does,   really,  when  he  goes  off  on  these . . .   not  rants  because  that  would  infer  it’s  an  angry  discussion.   his  ADORATION  for  him,   perhaps?

[fomorias]

ur grasp on seteth is really really good, you really round him out SUPER well in really interesting ways (which like, isn't surprising considering it's like that w every character you write) and also your writing is like. top tier. you're wonderful and also you're a gift u_u

prompt.

[ringpyre-archived]

@aperihellion / cont.

a pause, as prompto takes a mental stock of himself. he’s kinda lonely ( but that’s hardly ignis’ fault ; his research is important if they want to make absolutely sure noct doesn’t have to sacrifice himself to destroy the scourge ) since luna and gladio, too, are usually off doing their own important duties. he’s tired, after too many sleepless nights doing his part. but more than that, he misses noct. as close as he and the others have gotten, noct was his first. first friend, first love, first everything. noct being gone feels like a part of him is missing. feels like he’s working with his lungs at half capacity. he knows he won’t be able to fully breathe, to take his first deep breath in who knows how many years, until he sees noctis again. and he’s willing to wait. noct waited years, when they were kids, for prompto to come to him. now it’s time for prompto to wait until noct is ready to come back. for noct to COME HOME.

he knows that, out of any of the others, ignis will understand the most. can see the agony in his eyes when he thinks nobody else is looking. ( prompto is always looking. ) he trusts ignis implicitly, knows that, whatever the final outcome, as long as it’s ignis’ plan, everything will be okay. he already took care of ardyn, already rid eos of the most major player that was supposed to contribute to noct’s death. prompto knows that ignis won’t rest until every single hurdle, everything that could possibly harm noctis, can be leapt over with ease. so he glances up at ignis, at the man he’s grown to LOVE, and he smiles.

      ❝ better, now that you’re here. wanna get lunch ? i’m almost done with this. ❞

     the  days  have  been  getting  shorter,  it  will  only  be  so  long  until  the  sun  all  but  stops  shining,  he’s  doing  ALL  HE  CAN  in  his  research.  he  feels  so  tired  but  he  can’t  allow  himself  to  stop  for  to  take  that  long  awaited  breath.   (  his  arm  is  ACHING,  the  pain  BURNING  through  to  his  bone  but  he  tells  not.  )   his  gaze  flickers  slightly  to  what  prompto’s  doing  and  hums  in  thought.  he  might  have  to  take  him  up  on  that  offer.  DESPITE  how  much  time  they  spend  together  now  he’s  had  to  break  off  from  the  others  for  a  couple  of  MONTHS,  it  pained  him  to  be  away  for  so  long  but...  he’s  not  all  too  proud  of  what  he  was  doing  and  would  rather  they  remain  in  the  dark.   (  research  in  old  ruins  and  temples  can  only  get  him  so  far,  after  all.  )

     in  the  end,  though,  he  can  tell  how  tired  PROMPTO  looks.  it’s  almost  like  looking  in  a  mirror,  and  he  can  feel  concern  ebbing  at  his  mind.   (  he  doubts  his  eyes  were  always  so  bloodshot.  )   he  places  a  hand  on  prompto’s  shoulder,  AN  OFFER.  ---  a  simple  touch  but  one  that  held  a  weight  from  a  time  long  passed,  of  the  campfire  and  the  stars  and  when  too  much  became  TOO  MUCH.   (  of  the  tears  that  flowed  for  the  first  time  in  years.  )

     ❝  i  would  love  to.  ❞

[tnyas]

lavender blue / @aperihellion

     it’s  been  a  little  while  since  tenya’s  had  any  free  time  at  all  lately,  between  school  studies  and  visiting  his  brother  on  the  weekends  it  doesn’t  leave  him  much  room  to  do  other  things.  which  makes  today  a  welcome  break.  now,  normally  he  might  try  to  hunt  down  midoriya  or  uraraka  as  they  always  seem  to  be  his  GO  TO  but---  not  today.

     as  class  president  it’s  his  duty  to  have  a  good  relationship  with  all  of  his  classmates.  and  to  uphold  this  he  tries  his  best  to  hang  out  with  them  individually.  and  today  that  just  happens  to  be  todoroki   (  and  DEFINITELY  not  because  he  might  have  a  crush  on  him.  what  are  you  talking  about?  )   ❝  ah,  todoroki,  just  who  i  was  looking  for.  are  you  free  today?  ❞

[kvsmy-blog]

                                                              goddess  / @aperihellion​

                            ❝ i didn't know who i was for a minute.  ❞

[huntedmonsters-blog]

                    ❛❛    OH  YEAH  ?  if  the  spirit  box  is  so  fake  ,  then  how  do  you  explain  it  calling  you  a  geek  .    ❜❜

                                                                              sc  /  @aperihellion  ♥’d  !

[spiritsheart-blog]

@aperihellion​​

     “    aren’t you going to join the others,   hiei  ?   ”

[siabhrah-blog]

@aperihellion / starter call.

 there’s a lull of silence, and cloud sits, wary, blue eyes narrowed. there’s an unnatural gleam to them, if you were to look, like the sea when the light hits it just right, like the artificial light of the city. they glow, and he leans back on his motorcycle, brushes a stray speck of dirt off of fenrir’s handlebars.

  this is one of his new employers, he knows that much. he should try to be friendly, but anxiety and paranoia creeps up his throat, and stifles his lungs. it was like this as a foot soldier, too scared to talk to any of his colleagues, and silenced by hero worship when anyone vaguely over his status breathed in his direction. 

  “that’s your camera, huh?” and he almost wants to kick himself with how stupid his voice and the question sounds to his own ears, but maintains his front of aloofness by brushing fenrir’s handlebars again, and peeking under blonde lashes. 

[wingpyre]

“ i wanted you to stay ” // crowley @ zira

【 prompt. acc. @aperihellion 】

     the  “with  me”  goes  unsaid  and  aziraphale  sighs,  averting  his  eyes.   ❝  i  know,  ❞   he  starts  slowly  so,  hands  clutching  at  the  fabric  of  his  pants  unconsciously.  they  haven’t  really…  SPOKEN  of  what  happened  those  few  precious  hours  before  the  apocalypse-that-never-was.  he’s  not  one  for  confrontation,  hates  it  really,  would  avoid  it  all  together  unnecessary.  but  they’ve  been  needing  to  talk  about  it.  “it”  being  the…  rather  disastrous  MESS  in  the  gazebo  and  everything  else.  for  them,  they  are  ancient  beings,  one  day  or  two  days  hardly  mean  a  thing  to  them.

     but  that…

     he  sighs  again,  looking  now  to  crowley  and  forcing  himself  to  let  go  of  his  pants,   ❝  i  know  you  did…  i  wanted  to.  but  i…  i  thought—  i  thought  that  if  i  could  just  STOP  it  from  happening  then  we…  then  we  wouldn’t  have  to  run  off.  that  i  wouldn’t  end  up  going  against  heaven.  but  look  where  that’s  gotten  me,  anyways…  i  just…  i  thought  that  we  wouldn’t  have  to…  LEAVE  all  of  this.  ❞   of  course,  they  can  have  each  other  in  the  end  of  all  things,  just  THEM,  but  even  in  their  duality  they  would  still  be  alone.

     no  more  bookshops  with  cooling  cocoa,  no  more  flats  with  verdant  plants,  no  more  clandestine  meetings  at  parks,  and  no  more  dinners  at  the  ritz.  just  them,  trying  to  avoid  an  all  out  war  after  the  destruction  of  humankind.   ❝  even  if  we  went  off  together  they  would’ve  found  either  way.  you  would’ve  been  in  trouble.  you  would’ve  been—!  i  didn’t  want  to  LOSE  you,  crowley.  ❞

[fomorias]

❝ she dropped her pencil, of course i was gonna hand it back to her! what did you want me to do, kick it under a table? ❞ / from sylvain

     ❝  maybe  this  ONCE  i  cannot  prove  your  impure  intentions  that  i’m  more  that  certain  you  have,   if  i  judge  based  on  previous  interactions  with  women  you  have  had.   but  know  that  i’m  WATCHING  you.  ❞

[ringpyre-archived]

@aperihellion replied to your post: im awake but still in pain so i took a painpill...

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[huntedghosts]

❝ i just don't understand why you're so insistent that ghosts are real --- it's unscientific. ❞ aj sighs, running a hand through his hair. frustrating. dealing with nick and her obsession with ghosts is frustrating.

RANDOM ASKS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

❛  because  i’ve  seen  them.  ❜  its  a  simple  statement  but  she  believes  it  completely.  she  gives  a.j.  a  charming  smile,  blue  eyes  sparkling  with  amusement.  it’s  common  knowledge  that  her  unshakable  belief  in  ghosts  is  what’s  going  to  make  a.j.  go  prematurely  grey.  dora  thinks  it’s  hilarious,  plays  it  up  at  any  opportunity  she  gets.  nick  finds  some  amusement  in  it  but  also  an  equal  amount  of  frustration.  it  never  shows  on  her  face,  always  carefully  controlled  in  a  cheerful  smile,  but  she  wishes  she  could  just  shove  his  face  in  ghost  evidence  like  a  naughty  puppy.  

 until  meeting  him,  she  hadn’t  bothered  with  trying  to  collect  evidence  of  her  experiences.  it  was  enough  to  feel  them.  but  everything  they  see,  everything  they  hear  or  feel–  he  has  some  'scientific’  explanation  and  refuses  to  listen  to  any  other  possible  explanation.  even  when  his  own  can’t  possibly  cover  it.  

❛  stick  around,  ❜  she  challenges,  meeting  his  eyes,  chin  jutting  out  stubbornly.  ❛  stick  around  and  i  swear  i’ll  prove  it  to  you.  ❜

[tnyas]

icb i missed love n support theus hour.............i'd do a sick wheelie for u

thank u id die for u

[kvsmy-blog]

‘ i don’t give a fuck what they say about me. ’ (hiei @ botan!)

                                          lost meme / not acc / @aperihellion​

              maybe there’s something a little bit liberating about the way your feet slide across the dirt. how long has it been since you danced? how long has it been since you danced with a partner. the beat blows through your feet, flowing through your pulse. you’re technically dancing next to each other more than with each other, but it’s enough to keep the weirdos off you and for that you’re grateful. 

            ❝   they wish they were having half as much fun and were like half as pretty as  us.   ❞

              she’s too busy laughing to keep track of her limbs, and he’s not easy to match pace with baseline. too many steps, moving more too words than beat, but you’re on the same wavelength at least. gay solidarity at it’s finest you suppose. 

[electricweb]

aperihellion replied to your post “i have PAGES now!! there will be some more cleaning up/adding to later...”

i support you but if you ever make me read "*smirk*" ever again i WILL destroy you

*smirks more*

[spiritsheart-blog]

“I’m not obligated to answer that.” ( from hiei obv jfkdasl )

                    meme.      accepting.      @aperihellion    (  hiei  )  

“   oh.   is … that right ?   ”  she could sigh hopelessly,   drown in worried thoughts and spend this time to herself.   but,   her patience continued to wear thin.   demons,   spirits,   life threatening tournaments,   …  more demons.   what yusuke,   and even kuwabara,  got themselves into on a daily basis had more effect on her ordinary life then one would suspect.   it was normal now.   so normal,   that she could only stare at the other before her,   expression rather bland,   containing the annoyance from his dismissive response.    

he really wasn’t going to answer her.   figures.   why did she even think he would  ?   it was a miracle to grab his attention for this long.   she half expected him to just vanish from sight the second her gaze drifted.  “    well.   i can see why yusuke likes you so much.  ”   he kept his mouth firmly shut.   which meant keiko couldn’t pry him about anything.   she really should have just tried kuwabara again.   she was rather IRKED today,   and perhaps her usual,  toned-down,  personality around yusuke was starting to rub off around others too.  

“    fine then.  ”   she stood up from her seat,  on the bench,  and closed her eyes momentarily to regain composure.   though brows remained furrowed,   even as expression calms,   she doesn’t even look over her shoulder as she replies,  “    i suppose i can always ask kurama.   i bet he’d know more then you anyway.   ”   even that was a stretch.    he also had a way of twisting the conversation around,   and before she’d knew it she was leaving without answers,   again.    really,   the only one she could rely on to be a blabber mouth was,   well,   botan.