#edenrisen

[mythous]

❝  as  much  as  i  love  arguing  with  your  stubborn  ass…  we’re  on  a  mission  here.  ❞           ------bae  suyeong  //  @edenrisen​  //  meme.

THAT  STOPS  HIS  TIRADE   ---  ( an  impressive  feat,  truth  be  told,  because  sujin  is  very  rarely  left  at  a  loss  for  words.  quietly  observing,  at  times,   but  never  speechless )  ---  and  he  just  blinks  at  suyeong  for  a  moment.   he  wants  to  point  out  that  he  hadn’t  signed  up  for  this  mission,   but  been  dragged  into  it  as  a  reluctant  participant.  

          ❝  my   ‘ stubborn  ass ’   is  probably  saving  your  reckless  ass  just  by  being  here,  you  know.  ❞    he’s  not  sure  if  that’s  true,  necessarily,  but  it  sounds  good  for  the  moment.  of  the  two  of  them,  he’s  also  not  sure  if  he’d  really  call  suyeong  the  reckless  one,  but  again  ------sounded  good  at  the  time.  

an  overly  dramatic  huff,  and  sujin’s  hands  free  themselves  from  his  pockets  gesturing  to  suyeong  in  a  go  ahead  type  manner.   ❝  okay  then,  what’s  your  bright  idea  ?  ❞

[eposerta]

ahem who would be interested in writing on discord ? apparently i don’t have the spoons to be on tumblr lately and discord is much easier for me .

all characters on these blogs are included  @edenrisen + @vensperus xo

[nouvelis]

his head tilts, eyes silvery under the dripping moon. kyungsoo regards the woman in distress, his mind trying to comprehend how she must feel. despite his immense talent that made him stand out since his youth, he was still an ordinary man from an ordinary family. though his job as the main dancer at a prestigious company meant he often frequented parties hosted by influential names in the country, tycoons with wealth beyond his imagination and politicians that can have anything covered up with a snap of their fingers, he’s never been around royalty before his path entwined with hers, let alone a queen with a kingdom that rests on her shoulder. 

he has seen her around the people she calls hers, witnessed the trust they have in their leader and the strength that shines in her eyes. a strength that seems so innate and inexhaustible — but even the strongest of souls have limits, crevices and cracks that they strive to hide. it is only a matter of pretence and she’s had eternities to master the art of acting. 

“kind of sucks being you, honestly.”

she shows him her troubles in honesty, he will repay her with the same frankness. 

it is true that power and wealth won’t give you freedom — isn’t it ironic? that faes are supposed to be masters of illusions and magic, everything light and airy, yet here she resides, held down by everything that’s meant to make her invincible. his hand reaches the half-emptied bottle on habit, before filling her glass with wine as red as rubies. he does not have a solution — unlike him, she’s never been in a position to just pack up and leave. “what would you do if you get to live your life freely?” he wonders, “perhaps your sisters can help out a little. you know, normal people take shifts.”

“i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting.”  from this, accepting / @edenrisen

[voidbeings-a]

starter for   @edenrisen​

the cambion carefully observes the cursed object. he dares not touch it, but knows what type of interaction he’ll need to break away the misfortune its intended target is experiencing. something he’s not quite ready to deal with, needs to be a little more prepared. arms settle crossed over his chest, gesturing loosely with his exposed fingers.

❛❛   this type of magic isn’t that easy to undo, suyeong. it’s going to take a lot of energy to break it and   —   some unconventional ingredients for spellwork. i have a few items, but i’ll need more than what i currently have in my stores.   ❜❜

[tekhne]

HE  SITS  WITH  THE  ATTEMPTED  APPEARANCE  of  a  casual  demeanor,   one  that’s  kind  of  ruined  by  the  straight  line  of  his  back,  and  the  way  his  hands  rest  atop  his  knees,  unmoving.

          ❝  we  need  to  talk  about  yesterday.  ❞

yesterday,   renata  had  been  so  weak  from  her  treatment  that  he’d  had  to  carry  her  back  to  her  rooms.   yesterday,  she’d  fallen  asleep  in  the  afternoon  and  slept  for  nearly  20  hours  without  stirring.  he’d  been  up  all  night  just  making  sure  she  was  still  breathing  because  when  he’d  called  down  to  the  lab  yesterday  to  express  his  concern,  he’d  been  assured  it  was  normal.   bullshit.

          ❝  how  often  does  it  get  that  bad ?  ❞    the  frustration  seeps  out,  and  marcus  drops  his  voice  because  he  may  be  somewhat  new  to  his  post,  but  he  can  be  certain  the  walls  have  ears.     ❝  why  are  you  letting  them  do  this  to  you  ?  ❞

♡   ╲╲ …   @edenrisen​    ›    r.byun​

[decimcted]

As his boot toed the decaying corpse of a bird of some kind, he looked toward the other, the subtle tug of a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. There was something about the process he enjoy a little too fondly. The idea of the circle of life was not one he could relate to - but he did find it interesting. 

Returned to the earth that birthed you. 

Maybe it was so interesting because he hadn’t been birthed, nor did he come from any earth. Creation’s only end was destruction.

And, gods, did he chase it.

“You ever think about how you will die?”

@edenrisen​

[tewwor-a]

✧･ﾟ kickstart ari & adal starter call ( accepting )  | @edenrisen​​​ ･ﾟ✧

It’d been a mistake to doze off when his intention was to stay awake and wait. He thought it’d be a pleasant surprise for the other to come back and see him already here. Except the minutes turned into hours, and it grew harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

Besides, the bed was rather comfortable.

So he’d fallen into a surprisingly peaceful slumber, and when a voice woke him — Adal’s heart nearly seized. Dark eyes snapped open and his vision blurred for a solid moment before they cleared enough to see correctly. The tension melted off of his shoulders, and he was quick to let a yawn break his greeting. “Welcome back,” he said, voice still thick with the remnants of sleep. A smile sidled onto his lips; tender and warm. “Didn’t mean to, uh.. fall asleep. Thought I’d stay up and wait for you.” A hand threaded through his mussed hair as a small chuckle escaped him. “Guess that didn’t work, huh?”

[mythous]

             ❝ you  so  hungry  for  vengeance ?  deliver  it.  ❞                                    ------koren  hahm  //  @edenrisen​  //  meme.

VENGEANCE  ?    who  would  even  be  the  target  of  ji’s  vengeance  if  not  himself?   if  he  truly  sought  retribution  for  the  path  that  brought  him  to  this  time,  this  place,  this  field  of  battle  ( if  it  could  even  be  called  that ),  he  need  only  end  his  own  existence.   no,  it  is  not  vengeance  he  seeks,  and  he  will  not  deliver,  but  consume.

          ❝  you’ve  got  me  all  wrong,  friend  ---  ❞   last  word  spoken  in  snide  mockery,   as  if  there’s  any  friendship  to  be  had  between  the  two.   family,  perhaps ?  some  distant  relation  of  whom  ji  had  never  been  made  aware  (  but  then  who  had  been  left  to  enlighten  him  on  his  family  tree ? ).   ❝  ---   i’m  not  looking  for  vengeance.  ❞

hands  remain  at  his  side   ---   he’d  long  since  mastered  the  art,   no  longer  requiring  touch,  and  only  the  slightest  of  movements   ---  and  fingers  curl  in  as  if  tugging  on  an  invisible  string.  as  he  focuses  intently  on  this  man  whose  ties  to  ji  he’ll  never  know  after  today,  the  smile  spreads  across  his  lips  cruelly,  and  he  waits  for  that  familiar  feeling,  the  rush,  the  only  thing  with  the  ability  to  sate  his  ever  growing  appetite    ------for  a time.   his  eyes  close  briefly  in  excitement.    ❝  i’m  just  looking  to  take  the  edge  off.  ❞

he  tugs,  and then . . .   nothing.   

eyes  snap  open,  focusing  once  more  on  his  opponent,  then  his  hands,  then  back  on  the  other  man.  he  tries  again  ---  fully  focused  this  time.   still,   nothing  happens,  and  he  blinks  slowly,  panic  threatening  to  take  hold.

          ❝  what  are  you  ?  ❞

[mythous]

THERE’S  SOMETHING  ABOUT  THE  ANTICIPATION   that  he’ll  never  quite  get  over.   the  way  his  body  seems  to  hum  in  excitement  at  the  very  proximity  of  such  power,  as  though  it’s  been  waiting  for  just  this  occasion,   and  now  that  he  stands  ready  to  take  it   ------it  welcomes  him.

           ❝  i  can  make  this  easy  for  you  ---  ❞     the  twitch  of  a  smile  threatening  his  lips  prove  that  ji  wants  anything  but.  he  longs  for  a  fight,   has  spent  too  much  time  hiding  away,  and  his  own  power  is  begging  to  be  set  free.   still,   head  tilting  almost  robotically  as  he  assesses  the  other  man,   there’s  something  apologetic  in  his  eyes.    ❝  ---   you  need  only  submit  yourself  to  me,  and  it  will  all  be  over  before  you  know  it.  ❞

♡    ▸   @edenrisen​​

[mythous]

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞             〈   @edenrisen​   〉   ▸   mun  seojun

FIRE  BURNS  THROUGH  HER  MIDDLE   ------scorching  her  skin  and  making  juliette  wince  with  the  effort  of  trying  to  shrink  away  from  his  touch.   the  shot  had  come  out  of  nowhere,  and  the  pain  makes  her  want  to  curl  up  within  herself  ( but  even  the  thought  of  moving  more  makes  her  ache ).

           ❝  sorry  !   ❞    she  pants  out  the  apology,   though  it’s  somewhat  diminished  by  the  way  her  hands  remain  out  in  front  of  her   ------as  if  to  ward  him  away.   her  whole  life  has  been  a  series  of  warnings  and  it’s  too  much  to  rewire  her  thought  process  in  the  midst  of  everything  else.   ❝  i  ---  i’m  not  used  to  people  touching  me.  ❞    there’s  a  ringing  in  her  ears,  and  juliette  wonders  if  she’s  shouting.   worry  clouds  in,  but  her  hands  drop.   ❝  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  you.  ❞

〈   MEMES   〉   ▸   accepting

[tewwor-a]

✧･ﾟ kickstart ari & adal starter call ( accepting )  | @edenrisen​​ ･ﾟ✧

The constant clacking of the damn crutches was beyond annoying. It wasn’t enough to set his teeth on edge, but he felt vexed nonetheless. “Jesus fucking Christ— hate these fucking things,” Ari griped once he was fully seated on a chair.

Both of the hellish aluminum walking aids then proved to be even more irritating when it took several tries to lean them against the wall. Three times they started to slip for no good reason ( aside from his general lack of care, of course ). Three times he had to lean over and scramble to collect them before he had to play a shitty game of jackstraws. Three times he cursed the damn things and how dependent he was on them right now.

“Fuck me, anyways— what’s the latest? Got better shit going on than me, I hope.”