#serastium

[youngestdcg]

     SHE  HATED  HER  NEW  “  HOME.  ”  she  found  herself  missing  the  warm  weather  down  south  and  all  the  sunshine  she  felt  peeping  through  the  windows  of  her  room  back  in  the  keep.  she  hated  waking  up  and  feeling  an  instant  chill  her  bones,  a  chill  she  felt  as  though  she  could  never  shake.  she  was  a  true  southerner  from  the  westerlands   ---  someone  who  was  not  supposed  to  be  this  far  north.  iren  was  made  to  live  comfortably  in  summery  weather,  not  in  what  she  thought  to  be  bone-chilling  cold.  she  could  not  fathom  that  people  could  enjoy  living  in  such  a  climate.

     regardless  of  what  she  felt,  her  hound  seemed  to  hold  a  different  opinion.  though  the  first  snowfall  both  parties  had  ever  witnessed  was  only  but  a  brief  one  and  was  gone  by  morning,  ottie  was  undoubtedly  ecstatic.  he  bolted  down  to  the  bailey  and  directly  into  the  first  pile  of  snow,  though  a  rather  puny  one.  the  sight  of  his  eagerness,  especially  when  he  munched  happily  on  a  mouthful  of  snow,  was  almost  enough  to  warm  her  freezing  bones,  despite  the  dirty  glares  and  whispers  from  dreadfort  residences.  for  the  next  few  days,  ottie  would  run  down  to  the  courtyard  in  search  of  more  snow  that  may  have  formed  over  night,  clearly  unhappy  when  he  spied  none.

     though  people  casted  cruel  looks  upon  her  and  ottie,  no  one  dared  speak  anything  to  words  directly  to  her.  she  was,  after  all,  still  a  lady  in  the  eyes  of  the  common  folk,  though  she  no  longer  felt  as  one.  she  was  not  a  willing  residence  of  the  castle  like  most  of  them,  but  rather  a  prisoner  bound  by  an  oath  she  was  forced  to  say  before  a  heart  tree.  if  she  had  been  told  as  a  little  girl,  during  a  time  where  she  fantasized  about  being  whisked  away  from  the  terrible  keep,  that  she  was  destined  to  marry  someone,  iren  would  have  been  giddy  with  delight.  however,  the  entirety  of  this  situation  was  more  of  a  nightmare  than  a  dream  come  true.

     whereas  she  knew  of  the  looks  and  judgmental  mumbles,  her  dog  was  blissfully  oblivious  and  trotted  around  merrily,  sniffing  at  passing  people  and  things  as  his  owner  trailed  behind  him.  iren  wondered  if  ottie’s  unworried  behavior  was  attributed  to  the  lack  of  gregor’s  presence  ---  he  had  yet  to  register  the  new  threats  they  lived  with,  it  seemed.  he  would  carelessly  trot  into  the  deep,  unfamiliar  halls  of  the  castle,  occasionally  barreling  off  like  he  did  when  his  caught  sight  of  snow  for  the  first  time.  there  was  at  least  once  incident  a  day  and  that  one  had  been  no  different.

     “  he  is  not  one  of  his  dogs,  if  that’s  what  you’re  worried  about,  ”  she  said  coolly  and  seemingly  instantly,  despite  her  slight  breathlessness,  after  locating  her  hound.  she  leaned  down  to  tug  gently  at  the  dog’s  worn  leather  collar,  signaling  to  him  to  back  off,  to  stop  sniffing  at  the  person’s  clothes,  which  ottie  happily  obliged.  she  did  not  know  if  the  tenseness  and  fear  that  prompted  her  to  say  that  was  imagined  or  not.  standing  up,  she  finally  caught  a  glimpse  of  his  face.  “  he  is  harmless.  ” 

starter  for  @serastium

[johker]

home : a volatile place ( fragile and always prone to break ) . tonight ended up like most did : with father and son at each other’s throats while mother just cries , and cries , and cries . [ ‘ STOP WHININ’ , YOU STUPID BI- ! ] opportunity : distraction !  he seizes it when other’s head is turned and throws the first punch . it doesn’t end well ---- it never does . 

so , the adolescent finds himself roaming the streets of gotham city’s narrows , with a bloody nose and anger in his fists , as the clock nears 12 a.m . . all he wants is to hurt , maim and maul ( like the mad dog you are ) , so instinctively he heads to the one place where he can do that : the abandoned car park . 

isn’t his intent to harm anyone------ not at first  . initially , he was opting to take his frustration out on discarded property . so , thats what he starts to do . finding a tire iron among the rubble , boy begins violently smashing in the laminated glass of car windows . 

SO CAUGHT UP IN DESTRUCTION that jack almost doesn’t notice the form in his periphery , edging slowly toward the exit . pivoting on a heel , violent child walks briskly over to this person . “ hello ? hey ! uh - didn’t mean t’ startle ya....look please don’t call the cops ------ i was just blowin’ off some steam , “ spoken with a nervous timbre as soon as he approaches . until its clear who this is and what they mean to do , he’d wear the mask of a contrite teenager , one who fell victim to the stupidity / the impulsiveness of youth . 

                                                   @serastium​​

[crohw]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒  / 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 . ‘ be not afraid ‘ is thought with the utmost sarcasm . ( remember  / isaiah 35 : 4 ‘ your god will come , HE WILL COME WITH VENGEANCE , with divine retribution he will come to save you  .  .  .  )  a lovely thought indeed , but truth of the matter is that no one would be coming ; there is no savior ------ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 . ( pity  .  .  .  ) * & as good doctor approaches , corners of plush lips would turn up into a welcoming smile . its an expression that’s well practiced * & yet  .  .  .  one that still feels off ( AS IF IT DOESN’T BELONG ) . “ good evening ---- i sincerely apologize for the wait . MY NAME IS DR. CRANE * & YOU’LL BE UNDER MY CARE for the duration of your ‘ stay ‘ here at arkham asylum . “  well rehearsed line is spoken as easily as taking a breath . “ if you feel up to it i’d like to ask you a few questions . “ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 . “ shall we begin ? “ 

@𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌 @𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌 @𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌 @𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌 @𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌

[kuroneko-kareshi]

@serastium​ starter / answered ask (two cats with one bowl right? lolo)

It had been about a week, maybe two since Fayren had started living with Shingo. The cat had given him the couch, if you could call it that. And his only blanket. Compared to the small, lumpy and uncomfortable bed he slept on, the sofa was far more comfortable. The cat didn’t really mind though, he was used to sleeping on bare floors behind alley ways. Or in  cardboard boxes. So the warmth of his small apartment, regardless of it’s comfort was a blessing in disguise. 

‘I got the wrong idea. Somehow, I’ve been fooling myself into thinking we could be family.’

The words were floating in his head, lingering in the air as the two of them ate their instant noodle cups. Shingo didn’t look at Fayren, his eyes INSTEAD watching the string of noodles as he  brought them up to his mouth. The steam from the cup was filling up the air around him, infecting the house with a brothy smell. It was cozy, it was warm. The two of them here, eating together, sleeping in the same room- on occasion sharing their troubles from the day. It wasn’t like Shingo came home every night, and when he did he always was arriving late, rolling back in off the streets at 2 am, or even later some nights. But still...

“You’re stupid.” He finally said, still not looking to Fayren. “You’re not my family, you just stay here. Soon you’ll go and I’ll forget you ever existed. You dont mean anything to me, so how could we be family? You’re just a stupid kid i picked up off the street. You dont know shit.”

[musedbyalli]

@jinmeibo liked for a Kureno starter.

For Fay @serastium

“Are you looking for Akito?”  The rooster approached Fay from behind, although he did not make any physical contact.  “If so, I’m afraid that Akito is busy with an appointment with Hatori.”  The God’s frail health had started acting up again earlier, so she was made to see the dragon.  

“If you’d like I could pass a message on for you because I don’t think that Hatori will permit Akito to have visitors for the rest of the day.”  Personally, Kureno had no qualms with Fay and didn’t want the younger Sohma to have to deal with the rage of Akito later today.  “Unless you were seeking company than I could help with that too~”  The man smiled, although he had a feeling that Fay wouldn’t be too enthused by his offer.

[vagcbunda]

☾    -     DRABBLE.  //  @serastium

REGRET is bittersweet. Parched lips are cracked, tongue sticks to the top of her mouth and Bella is sure that her silence is due to how dry her mouth is. how dry her life is.

Hollow eyes speak of restless nights, any signs of adventure have surely diminished - everything about her existence betrays her. She’s empty - a mere shell of who she was, and what was worst was. . . todavía no había pasado . (it still hadn’t happened.) her body was reacting to the events about to unfold.

                             Tohru.

Does she know how lucky she is ? And even after spending months of anguish, Bella can’t find it in her heart to hate the girl. An empty smile appears - she’d tried it all. dios, (god) how she had tried it all. But fay loved tohru.

 Even after deleting his memories of tohru, per his request, he was still in love with her. God, how was that even possible?! Her smile is plastered painfully as regret pours out of all senses.

 She can’t do this any longer. She was depressed beyond comprehension. She could never have him.

The moon is full - it lights up the beach, magical rays dance gently around her. She buries her face into her arms, she wants to curl up - disappear, dissipate into nothing. Not even the magical waves calm her nerves.

The worst - lo peor - lo peor - is that she does not regret meeting him in Japan. She almost laughs at the memory of him finding out she was a witch. His cute expression as he stood in awe when she planted things with her wand. Being a muggle, he couldn’t visit her in Hogwarts but she took him to Diagon Alley.

  Ay - fay. ¿Por que? ¿Por qué esta pasando esto ? (why is this happening?)

  “Bella ? ”

Heart leaps from her chest into her throat - his voice has the power to shake her very existence. Plastered smile turns genuine as he approaches her - life swells through her veins, as they act as a catalyst to snap her out of her dead senses.

 “¡fay - llegaste! Te extrañe. (fay, You’ve arrived! I’ve missed you.)” not out of her character, the Hufflepuff wraps her arms around him into a warm hug - his familiar scent overtakes her.

  He’s home. He’s home. He’s home.

Not even the ocean compares to this.

“ Ah - thank you for coming to visit me here, Mexico is my home, after all. You’re going back to Japan tomorrow. I wanted to make your last night special.”

He nods, his gaze fixed on a device that was gently placed in the sand. A small radio. Hah, she had forgotten about the music. Her gaze smiles excitedly - she doesn’t smile like this as much anymore. Bella grabs his hand and pulls him towards her,

“¡Fay, vamos a bailar! (Fay, let’s dance!)” She laughs - he laughs too, they both awkwardly shuffle - the moonlight keeping them company.

“I don’t want this moment to end. This is how you know there’s magic.” They’ve gotten used to each other’s rhythms- they’re swaying with the beat - slowly. Cheeks blush as she realizes they’ve never been this close before.

“Fay - “ her voice is above a whisper but he’s intently looking at her, “ Ah - I need to tell you something. ” they’ve stopped moving now. Her heart is racing, she’s sure she’s having some kind of heart attack. Voice shakes a bit but she manages to spit out her emotions,

“fay - te amo. Te amo. Te amo. I love you -“ her face is burning up ! She speaks the words that have been locked away in her heart for what seemed ages. “—I know you may not feel the same. But it’s my truth. I love you. What I feel is strong - think of the ocean. Think of the waves. Perhaps. . . perhaps I shall show you how it feels - I’ll try if you’ll allow me. ”

 To her surprise he nods, and this is when she knows it’s time to say goodbye. Dismay paints her senses - it’s time.

“close your eyes and I’ll show you.” She smiles at his obedience - he was kind. He was lovely. Bella traces fingertips across his cheek, his skin causing fire to her soul. slowly, two things happen. her left hand reaches for her wand - her right hand gently pushes fay towards her.

Lips collapse as they kiss, and it feels like she’s alive - her soul catches on fire and she would never regain from this moment. She would forever and always love him.

 By a miracle he allows her to kiss him - she kisses him again, passion in her lips, then once more; he was intoxicating. Bella es tiempo. Bella, its time. Lips part- and shy gaze meets his. she can’t read his expression but she won’t need to for much longer.

“Te amo. (I love you). Obliviate.”

 And it was over. He was gone.

She would never forget him. The black hole in her chest would never leave.

Nunca sera completa. (She would never be whole again).

[shiguresxhma-a]

Shigure returned to the battered boy, first aid kit in hand, and sat down beside him with a sigh. Having to mend the boy after a schoolyard scrap was not exactly what he’d signed up for, and yet .... here they were. He’d try to squeak by unnoticed but it was hard not to --- not only was Fayren returning home much later than usual, but he looked like he’d been through a meat grinder. Or, at least, a meat grinder who’s blades were removed and replaced with teenage fists. 

The mutt was pleasantly surprised to see that Fayren had stayed right where he told him, rather than disappearing off while he went to fetch some bandages. It was all up to what the boy felt like, and apparently he’d rather sit tight for bandaid or two rather than sulk alone elsewhere in his muddled uniform. 

“I know you’d rather not hear a lecture from Hatori, so I just need to ask --- you don’t have any broken bones, do you? Because that I can’t fix.” So long as Fayren suffered no more than some nasty scuffs and scrapes, the dog could patch him up for the time being. // @serastium

[kyoxsohma]

It took four days to get him to talk to him. And it wasn’t even through his own will. Tohru came up to him four days ago to get him to try and talk to the small boy. Something about making him feel more at home here and for him to make friends etc. etc. If it was him, he would just continue to ignore the boy for the rest of the time he lived at Shigure’s. Dealing with the rat and the mutt was enough for him, he didn’t want to put up with another person. Five is too much for this house.

At least he won’t turn into a cat if he bumps into him.

Kyo stood at the end of the stair case, eyeing Fay who was at the table reading a book. How do you even interact with people? He doesn’t understand why people flock to him at school. He doesn’t even try to interact and then out of nowhere, three or four different people are talking to him. It’s so damn annoying! And it doesn’t help him try to talk to someone, approaching them for a change. Damn Tohru for getting him into this!

The cat huffs and then walks to were Fay is sitting and plops down across from him. From further exception, it looks like he was doing homework and the book is a textbook. Having nothing better to do, and just being nosy, Kyo looks over what he was doing. Math. Gross. He looks over the problems that he has done and sees one that Fay did completely wrong. Yes, Kyo can do math. Big woop. Finally a conversation starter.

“You did that one wrong” he says pointing to the problem. // @serastium​

[halfbladed]

( ‘ やっぱり! ’ ) @serastium ♥’d

One hour ago, Masaomi & his associates rode up to the docks to check their shipment, guard their territory from any unwanted visitors. Forty-five minutes ago, Masaomi’s keen hearing & senses picked up on a body that wasn’t supposed to be there, & he quietly alerted his brethren to investigate, while ordering the others to keep a lookout. Thirty minutes ago, those that went searching stopped responding to their radios. Fifteen minutes ago, one of them called their boss on his cellphone, & just before he was able to get out what was happening, there was a knife in his throat. Ten minutes ago, Masaomi was the only one left with any fight, as he was the only one able to keep up with the assailant, but it wasn’t going to last when he got pinned to the ground with a knife millimetres above his throat. 

Five minutes ago, something inside the attacker broke. He came to his senses ( Did he know the name of the family he was picking a fight with? ), dropped his blade, & ran off to wash the blood on his hands in a puddle by a shipping container. 

Now he was curled up & crying. Masaomi has just gotten off the phone with his brothers. He walks up to the impotent mess & kneels down beside him.

❝ H-Hey you. Listen. I need to talk to you. ❞ Oh boy. This would be... fun. 

❝ Do you know the kind of situation you’ve just put yourself in? ❞

[youngestdcg]

@serastium  ➔  ❛  are  you  okay ?  ❜ from fay c:  /  PROMPT.

     SHE  WASTED  NO  TIME  SENDING  fingers  into  motion,  though  they  were  stiff  with  coldness  despite  the  fire  in  the  room.  they  worked  quickly  to  fasten  every  button  on  the  high  neck  of  her  dress,  desperate  to  hide  the  red  and  purple  bruise  that  was  just  now  forming  against  her  skin.  she  could  stomach  the  eyes  back  home  catching  glimpse  of her  pains,  as  many  of  them  had  faced  the  same  wrath  before,  but  here  .  .  .  it  seemed  to  be  the  opposite.  equally  cruel  people  seemed  to  lurk  around  every  corner,  laughing  at  the  misfortune  of  others.  she  surprisingly  found  herself  aching  for  comfort  of  her  family’s  keep.

     “  i’m  fine,  ”  she  quickly  lied,  turning  from  the  dusty  dresser  and  its  mirror.  she  had  not  been  fine  in  forever.  falsehoods,  especially  ones  she  had  been  taught  to  say  for  much  of  her  life,  were  easier  to  utter.  a  hand  rested  almost  defensively  against  her  neck  and  collar  bone,  as  if  she  were  afraid  he  would  rip  the  collar  open  and  expose  the  bruises  to  the  world.  he  was  much  more  genuine  and  pleasant  to  be  around  compared  to  the  other  faces  in  the  dreadfort,  yet  she  still  found  herself  wary.  her  dog  seemed  to  trust  him,  but  she  did  not.  not  yet.  it  could  all  be  an  act,  iren  thought  bitterly  about  him.

     ottie  slipped  past  his  owner’s  legs  and  the  dresser  and  trotted  over  to  the  boy,  eagerly  sniffing  at  his  shoes.  iren  watched  her  companion  from  her  seat,  her  free  hand  gripping  at  the  arm  of  her  chair.  “  am  i  needed  somewhere  ??  ”  she  questioned  after  a  few  moments  her  murky  brown  gaze  fixated  on  her  dog  as  she  spoke. 

[qeldliie-blog]

BOBA - TEA ON A SUMMER’S DAY AFTERNOON    ?    that  wasn’t  half  bad.   he  sits  people  watching,   sipping  his  drink  idly.   he’s  been  watching  another  boy  for  a  while  now,   clocking  his  anxious  state    ---------    he’s  wondering  is  the  other’s  planning  a  robbery  or  perhaps  lost ?   

s.c.   ---    @serastium    /  sohma, fayren.

[shikouno]

@serastium (cont.)

"no one says spunky, obasan"

“Just take the damn compliment.” This kid. 

[akito-sohma]

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

❝ That’s right. ❞ She smiled. ❝ You’re not good enough. None will ever love you, ever want you, ever need you. That no matter how hard you try, you will always fall short, always let them down, always lose-❞ She brushed away a lock of his black hair, tucking it neatly behind his ear. ❝ If only you could be better. How sad. ❞ @serastium

[hatori-sohma]

serastium! 😅

+ @serastium —– XXX; accepting

               honestly just me rambling about how much I love you and Fay tbh ;_;

[vagcbunda]

*     ☾    @serastium

   JAPAN  -

goodness  how  much  she  loved  Japan.  of  course,  ahí  es  donde  estaba  fay  (that  is  where  fay  was).  she’s  worried  sick  about  him  ;  it  was  time  to  take  this  MATTER  into  her  hands.  she’s  aware  how  unhealthy  this  place  was  for  him  .  .  . PERO  por  qué  se  queda  ahí ( but why does he stay there ? ! )  ? !  

As  she  COMFORTABLY  (  a  little  TOO  comfortably  )  walks  around  the  estate  she  begins  to  wonder  WHICH  house  is  his.  hm  -  a  ver  -  cual  casita  ,  cual  casita  ? (  hm,  let’s  see  -  which  little  house  is  it  ).  a  crash  grabs  her  attention  &  she  hears  his  name  being  yelled.  quickly  she  grabs  her  wand  -  she  follows  the  noise -  seriously  did  this  place  not  have  SECURITY  ?  but  any  questions  EVAPORATE  as  she  sees  someone  standing  over  fay  -  

  oh.  hell.  no.

  who  the  hell  did  this  person  think  they  were  doing  to  him  ?  anger  fuels  the  hufflepuff  ;  was  this  the  reason  why  he  wasn’t  answering  her  posts  ?  ?  she  gets  between  fay  &  the  mysterious  raven  who  was  harming  him.

❝  ya   -  basta.  (enough. it’s  over.)  Fay  ;  we’re  LEAVING, you  don’t  belong  with  TRASH .  ❞ she  spits  the  word  (  full  of  hatred  )  towards  the  other  individual.  quickly,  she  gently  takes  his  hand  and  leads  him  out.  she  looks  behind  her  and  a  couple  of  people  begin  to  follow  them.

  ❝   fay ;  close  your  eyes  &  don’t  open  them  -  we’re  apparting the  hell  out  of  here.  ❞

[shiguresxhma-a]

serastium ✌️👀

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

TAKE A SHOT EVERY TIME I SAY ‘YOU’RE SO SWEET’ FDJASKLJ // @serastium

ACCEPTING !