#lumoire

[soliloquics]

@lumoire ─── x.

pathstriders   of   notable   dedication   were   typically   quite   fascinating   to   encounter,   and   idrila's   followers   often   seemed   dotted   amidst   the   tales   spun   by   traveller's   from   afar.   the   group   was   most   assuredly   not   shrouded   in   obscurity,   but   the   general   still   enjoyed   meeting   one   of   them   by   virtue   of   the   stories   they   were   sure   to   hold.   ❛    i   heard   there   was   a   knight   of   beauty   aboard   the   luofu,   ❜   he   greeted,   a   small   spark   of   excitement   in   his   gaze.   ❛    i   am   fortunate   to   meet   you   before   you   depart   again,   indeed.   ❜

[tiimeblazer]

@lumoire ♥'d for a little starter (for Argenti)

Smile beams unto her features as she extends a bright red rose out to the red haired knight. "Surprise! I knew you were coming, I thought a knight of beauty would appreciate a rose, hm?"

[timesunder]

Hands grip together upon seeing her, the woman so many adore and look up to in admiration, with a nearly angelic voice. It's almost funny how she — or, well, rather SAM — is the complete opposite ; infamous and wanted, with a ridiculous sum of money on her head. Yet here they stood, right across from each other.

❝ O-oh — uhm.. ❞ Barely stumbling out, causing grip around her own hands to tighten. It's funny how she could go from entirely composed and even cold as SAM, go to a girl who'd stumble over her own words at times.

❝ I've been enjoying your songs a lot lately, Miss Robin ! To meet you here.. makes me extremely happy. I guess Penacony really is the Land of Dreams. ❞ Her tone is excited and happy — a fake facade she's used to, to prevent people from getting suspicious of her. But.. not like she was lying ; meeting @lumoire herself truly is an honor.

[zorkaya-moved]

“ i’m concerned that you mightn’t understand what discreet means. because the path of chaos you’ve just created is exactly the opposite of discreet. ” (lucifer)

@lumoire

The words spoken by Lucifer are met with a mildly exhausted look. Does he pretend not to know or did Lucilius forbid the knowledge of her inability to deny their creator a secret? Because she cannot deny him, she cannot deny any word and order Lucilius gives her. Discrepancies will not be tolerated and failures will be executed. The path of chaos she creates is one of blood, guts, and taken will. The primals and primarchs will never know of her existence in terms of her role, it’ll remain only known to the very first two creations - to Lucifer himself and Belial. 

Does it matter to him what path she chooses and what path she has to walk? As if he, who has free will against their creator, understands her. As if he can understand the importance of equality at this very moment. It’s quite draining to think about it, but Morael doesn’t change her expression. It’s hollow, quiet, and calm. As if she doesn’t hear him but looks past him. It does not matter what he does now, does it? He can destroy her if Lucilius ever leaves or he can watch what she decides to do. But orders are orders, she will never be able to disobey Lucilius. 

“I’m concerned you might be forgetting who has complete power over me and it’s not you, Lucifer,” she looks down at her hands, her white clothes drenched in a variety of different liquids that can constitute as blood. The variety of colors is sickening against her seemingly pristine appearance, but she does not feel anything but hollowness while looking down at it.

The void makes her understand that there is a possibility that Lucifer will never understand that even this chaos means nothing. It echoes like white noise, there is no fixing it. Not when the orders are given and she must carry it out. The shackle around her neck will be her endless collar. If Lucilius orders, she will not be able to stop her body from carrying out God’s order.

However, the true problem comes not from the fact that she cannot disobey their creator's order, but that even if there were no shackles around her wrists, ankles and neck? She wouldn't feel a single thing about this arrangement either. Specifically, her work arrangement. The only emotion of disdain, unhappiness and envy is brought by the shackles placed on her. Not the kind of person their creator is, not how he sees the rest of them, not how he sees the world.  

“Please, bring it up with Master Lucilius next time you see him. My work is not as discreet as I’d like it to be either. I must continue disposing of failures to give our creator room for his work,” she speaks in a strange monotone, lacking any and all emotion to respond to Lucifer’s words. There should be concern, of course, but Morael simply knows there is no point in fussing over it. One order will have another following, it’s how they live and how they exist.

Each creation has its purpose and the first creation of Lucilius has the ‘perfection’ slapped on his forehead. It seems her plans of using her powers to make each and every primals who might see her ‘dispose of failures’ have all been wiped as expected. The power of her ‘word’ remains the prima example why she is such a useful ‘tool’. Ah, but does it really matter to Lucifer when he brings it up? 

“If you wish for this to remain more discreet, please do not ask me to go against orders. You would be…”

A sad and bitter smile appears on the woman’s face as she then looks down, eyes glossing over for a moment before she whispers: 

“...undeniably cruel to request that of me, Lucifer.”

Because while you can say 'no', and I cannot.

[swordcoasted-arc]

* 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄 asked for a starter.  OLEANDER & NESTA.  ( based off of swordcoasted's nesta d'angelis playlist. )  CHOKEHOLD CHERRY PYTHON - ASHNIKKO

inhale. exhale. in the nose, and then out the mouth. the stench of blood surrounds her, her vision unclouded, her mind open to the will of the great being of the outer realms. murder for the sake of justice is divine, and she is divinity in mortal form, that much she knows. that much has been told to her since the day she took her last breath of mortality and her first of the occult. if sparing the damned makes her the bigger person, then let her be small. she wipes the blood from her face, once more, and turns to look at her travelling party, stepping over the viscera.

" live a villain, die an icon, " she laughs, shaking the blood out of her boot. " you were quite impressive, new friend. and yet you swear you are not connected to the great old ones at all. what about your hypnosis, your manipulation of the mind? it's so familiar, and yet... not. " / @lumoire

[mcthernight]

      " thanatos ? " her voice calls , echoey as always as she enters the room , looking for death . " you wished to speak to me , my child ? " the old being asks him once she comes closer , golden eyes settled upon his face as she waits for a response .

starter call // @lumoire - thanatos !

[kuratm]

@lumoire asked: ❝ sayu your journey is nothing short of extraordinary. despite the darkness of your own past, you continue to make a positive impact on the world. ❞ from argenti!

to say sayu was left stunned would be an understatement. she knew galaxy was vast and held many types of people - from a little weird to straight up bizarre - but somehow, argenti managed to subpar her expectations. was it because she wasn't so used to compliments or the flowery language which he expressed such praise with? she couldn't tell.

either way, sayu only peered up at the knight of beauty for a moment or two before suddenly clearing her throat and averting her gaze, one finger gently scratching her cheek. ❛ umm...ehehe, i-i think you're exaggerating a bit, sir argenti... ❜ it felt right to refer to him by the title - part of manners, right? ❛ it's true i want my music to be able to help people, b-but i don't think i'm making, er...a positive impact, really... ❜ perhaps she sold herself short...curse her humbleness, she supposed.

[aventvrina]

❝ in the game of life, you, aventurine, are a master strategist. maneuvering through the complexities of human relationships with a finesse that few possess. never lose that boldness despite the burdens you bear. ❞ - from argenti!

The day was just turning weirder and weirder. Now he finds a simple card with flourished penmanship and a strong scent of roses. Truly, there's nothing more that could surprise him.

At least this one is motivational, albeit touching a bit on the intense. With a curious hum, he decides to save the card into his pocket before he gets his phone.

[text] Aventurine: Don't know what prompted this but it is appreciated

[text] Aventurine: Let me buy you a drink the next time we cross paths

[orexias]

  to kill or be killed ,          the same goes for the enemies that they have faced.  their existence having come to an end.  a mere victory or perhaps a twisted act of devotion to their gods.  whatever it was,  it is over now.  dark minstrel steps over a dead body,  careful not to taint his clothing more than it already was.  he's fortunate to be able to remain in the back,  but there is always a slippery one that manages to sneak past undetected.  fortunately it's nothing oleander cannot handle. 

         ❝   well aren't those words to live by ,   ❞          he responds with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.   ❝   though i would hope you don't intend on dying any time soon,  finding someone capable in this area has been troublesome enough as it is.   ❞   certainly no alliance worth investing in,  unlike this one.   ❝   i imagine the gods have a certain  ...  fondness for such techniques.  some just pretend to be nicer about it than others.   ❞   putting away his violin he adds,   ❝   but no i do not dedicate my songs to the old ones,  but to her instead.  ❞

" ... to her. "  this is a statement made in curiosity, yet still somehow not a question. amusement sits on the lady of hunger's lips as her eyes flicker towards the dark minstrel. soon the blood on their bodies will dry and flake off with their adventures, if a bath in the streams at camp does not arrive first. despite this, nesta tries to wipe her face best she can, as if the idea of having blood obscure her visage is heretical in nature. a melodious laugh leaves her - a nice rhythm, almost complimenting the vice of his songs, almost an effigy of the horror he had played but a moment ago. 

this new alliance has had its merit, yet nesta has not begun to advance upon the personals, upon the notes that make this less of an agreement and more of a friendship. companions have become but currency in a world plagued by the need to survive, holding value in their presence. nesta is no mercantilist, but she does know the value of coin despite her eagerness to spend - and temporary companions can be spent. as she looks to the minstrel again, ready to add on the end of her question, she wonders if their proposed value to one-another ends when they reach their destination. " ... and who is the her in question, might i ask? " / @lumoire , continued from @swordcoasted .

[infernalbarbarian]

❛  i  owe  you  a  heap  of  thanks .  and  my  life .  ❜ from zhera!

goblins are unyielding, especially in numbers. the battle was long and arduous, and a lot of blood was spilled, however, it's nothing karlach isn't accustomed to. killing things is what the barbarian is best at, but it still would have been nearly unachievable without the help of her newfangled, tadpole plagued comrades.

back at the grove, still steaming from combat and splattered with goblin viscera, a fanged smile decorates the barbarian’s expression. the tieflings here are nothing but grateful to the heroes who made it possible for them to make their travels safely, no longer a slog to the fear of being trawled in the night. plus, there is going to be a party at their camp that night to celebrate! gods, it’s been so long since karlach got to enjoy an evening of good company, high spirits, and a nice, frosty pint.

the larger tiefling turns as she hears a voice speaking to her, offering more acknowledgement of their triumph. karlach recognizes this tiefling from the last time she was at the grove, though they’d never spoken before until now. the first thing the red tiefling notices is how stunning in appearance the other is, but perhaps karlach is just too pent up for her own good. ten years without a gentle touch can do that to a person, “you don’t owe me anything, us tieflings got to stick together, yeah?” karlach smiles, wishing she could reach out to greet the other with a handshake, “will ya be joining in on the festivities at our camp tonight?”

[pulchramsolis]

@lumoire

he has been pacing around for a while now, what if she does not like the present he got her? young boy practically jumps when he hears the door open for he did not hear her due to being too lost in thought. ❝     i — uh .      ❞ take a deep breathe aemond. revealing the book he held behind him. ❝    got you something, i saw you looking at it last time so .      ❞ he hands it to her, giving a kind, albeit a bit awkward smile ( ' i am not good at this ' ) ❝    i hope you like it .      ❞

Abby was on her own for the afternoon. Helaena wasn't feeling well and was tucked in bed, which meant after making sure she had everything that was required, the Strong was left mostly to her own devices. Which meant she was lingering along the edges of the Queen's ladies, practicing her embroidery and being seen and not heard. Boredom had eventually gotten to her so when she entered the family solar, jumping as Aemond jumped to see him.

"What?" she blinked owlishly, not used to seeing her friend so tongue tied and it took her a moment to register the small tome he was holding out to her. "You got this for me?"

Unused to receiving gifts that weren't from her father or brother, or even Helaena, the girl blushed pink beneath her freckles and instinctively bobbed a curtsy - courtesies when she knew not what to say - and took the book in hand. "Aemond, this is so kind of you." She grinned at him, eyes bright, dimples creasing in her round cheeks. "You didn't have to do this... I... thank you. Thank you so much." She wrapped her arms around the book and clutched it to her chest for she wasn't quite sure if Aemond would appreciate it if she hugged him in thanks.

Another uncertain shift, giddy. "Um, are you doing anything else right now? Do you have to go practice in the yard? Because, well, I could read it, if you like. If you want to. Listen, or something."

[zorkaya-moved]

@lumoire — oleander.

"Oh, dear Oleander, I certainly enjoy a sprinkle of chaos in our dull and boring lives," there is a quirk of her lips as words are spoken in a sing-a-long voice. Her eyes glimmer in the light of the sun as they continue their travel ahead. Her steps are careful, but despite their terrains - elegant and light. Unlike many other companions, she almost makes no sound aside from when she opens her mouth. "We've just met and you already make some assumptions? Good for you and your survival." It's a jest, naturally. Zarina pluck a leaf off the branch they've passed, infusing it with magic to see if she can sense anything in the area only to be left disappointed. For now. What is she searching for? Who knows. "But, I must say, it was a delight to watch you irritate those people at the tavern. Have you always had such a charming quality to yourself?" Charming meaning 'hitting people under the belt with words alone.' Bards... What wonderful people. She likes them a bit too much. Their quick wit and sharp tongue.

[withouthonor-a]

send me   “ what am i?”    and my muse will describe yours in 3 words. 

@lumoire sent : “ what am i?” aemond for daeron

idol. protector. warmth.

[aventvrina]

✏️ pretend i am on sunday

Incorrect quotes! - still accepting

Sunday: Why won’t you all just lie down and die with dignity?! Aventurine: We don’t do anything with dignity!

but also

Sunday: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Aventurine: Nat 20 Charisma. Sunday: That is NOT how that works-

[pulchramsolis]

[@lumoire sent]: make me choose: lyonel or harwin Well ow

Abby stares. Blinks. Goes very quiet. Guilt settles on her features.

"My father. I'd want my father back first."

[clutchofmuses]

Abby did not blink in the face of Aemond's frustration nor take the bitterness clinging to him personally. She would not have survived a friendship this long with him had she done so. Instead, her hand reached out to curl over his shoulder in a comforting gesture for he seemed like he needed it.

"Then I shall deal with them," the girl said simply and with all a child's conviction. "I don't like the way they push and tease you so, and they should be so lucky that I'd ever help any of them." Her smile was a sweet one and she nudged him over so she could sit on the chair beside him. "I'll make sure Aegon doesn't get any more desserts at dinner, and I'll..." she hummed thoughtfully. "I'll tell Harwin about Jace and Luke's behavior and how it made me cry." Yes, that seemed to be a good thing, for telling Princess Rhaenyra never quite seemed to do anything.

It was true that once a dragon was claimed, no one could break that bond. Aemond could not simply steal Vhagar away from Lady Laena. "They said Maegor refused to bond with any dragon while he waited to claim Balerion. I'm not saying that it would be good for..." Her belly twisted up uncomfortably at even trying to use the idea of someone's passing to bolster Aemond's courage at getting his dragon and so she stopped. Abby bit at her lower lip and looked back at the sketching of Vhagar and Visenya riding into battle.

Eventually, she offered, "We could go see the hatchery and the kitlings. There must be one there to love. How lonely without a rider." Blue eyes large in the dark. "Is it very lonely without a dragon?" she asked softly. "We're friends, I don't... I don't want you to be lonely." Loneliness was such a terrifying thought and it made her shiver.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄.   at every turn,  his attempts had been thwarted to gain a dragon he could call his own.  his elder siblings had already already claimed theirs.  on the other side of his family the three strong bastards were given their dragon while he was left with none.  his family,  especially his two cousins and older brother found it funny to ridicule him for it at every turn.  the worst of all was the realization that they spoke the truth.  for what is a targaryen without a dragon :  no one at all. 

   ❝     i do not want anyone's pity.     ❞     he says,  bitterness  clinging to those words.  in his mind he can hear them laughing again and he balling his fists,  holding back tears of shame at their relentless teasing.  however, princeling has to remind himself that not everyone is a waste of oxygen like they are and that she meant well.   ❝     sorry.     ❞   aemond says,   ❝     i know you mean well @clutchofmuses.     ❞   and he does, he really does.   ❝     it is just   —   if they find out i had help they will never let me hear the end of it.     ❞   though that is only half true for they wouldn't let him hear the end of it regardless if they knew or not. 

looking back at the book he cannot help but look at the illustrations fondly.  if there was any dragon in the world that he could claim as his own it would be her.  out of all tales from the conquest, visenya and vhagar would remain his favourite one.   ❝     they are, she asked father about her once.     ❞   aemond leans back in his chair with a sigh.   ❝     so claiming her would be impossible.     ❞