Almost inaudibly, a s u s u r r u s was given whilst a veil of e-b-o-n-y lashes lowered to fan over the [ apples ] of his cheeks, evidently conveying that the prince was not going to tolerate the brunette’s antics anytime soon in prospect.
when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous
outofcharacter. Awwhh thank you, you’re so sweet! I appreciate the extolments & I am sure you are quite great yourself! c: Ah, don’t be intimidated, there’s honestly nothing scary about me as I am a huge dork
who makes a lot of typos but let me love you, okay? I’: I am happy that you have taken the time out of your day to send this to me aslaskmldksml
How remiss of her atramentous prince—astute and analytical—to forget significant information pertinent to her Summoner physiology; she cannot be subjugated by diseases and viruses, ailments a phenomenæ in which she has never known, her immune system crafted by Spectra whom thwarted any and all maladies to speak of trillions of years in the past and made cures for all detrimental essentia efficiently, expeditiously. Being the quintessence of their transcendental prodigy, a weapon in and of herself, they have bequeathed her with god-fearing invulnerability where abnormal condition is concerned.
❝I am dying.❞ Susurration sombre, staid, she utilizes her natural charisma and theatrics to appear sincere. ❝Quite soon actually—I wanted to see you one last time before I began to deteriorate into nothing. Is that so bad, o-ono? I love you, okay? Please don’t mourn me when I pass.❞
❝…You aren’t serious, are you?❞
Forthwith, twin thinly-shaped, dark brows lowered as discombobulation was cast upon his physiognomy, the mien contorting into a moue eftsoons the moment wherein she mentioned her eventually conceding to e x p i r y & dissipating into a state of [ nihility ]. Forsooth, death was a sensitive topic for him that he wished not to tread upon, drawing forth his disquietude & coercing him to orient himself to his connexion with the permanent cessation of life. The aforementioned induced memories—-memories of his own experience, the mist, the blades of grass flowing to & fro in tandem to the g h o s t l y winds that became appressed beneath the soles of his diminutive feet, grasping unto a feminine manus & b e w i t c h e d by the l-u-t-e-s-c-e-n-t tendrils before him whilst being whisked away into the [ unknown ]…
❝I don’t… I don’t sense it on you…❞
Antecedent to becoming aware of what was subconsciously verbalized, a murmur departed from c-e-r-i-s-e folds, implicitly r e v e a l i n g one of his deepest, innermost secrets, but ❛twas an instance in which he was incapable of retracting, notwithstanding the [ dread ] that accompanied the phonetic syllables as soon as it was relinquished.
❝I was informed that you wanted to talk to me.❞
Softly, an utterance was given the moment the eyne of phosphorous pools fixated upon the [ curvaceous ] physique of his inamorata & twin appendages rose to an ascension, positioning themselves to a fold athwart his clothed torso whilst the slope of his back met the wall of the [ edifice ].
❝So, what is it? You aren’t [ sick ], are you?❞
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"C’mon. Don’t look at me that way."
He admonished, taking another step forward with his blade by his side and earth beneath his feet began to quiver. Noel honestly didn’t know where the hell he was. One moment he was staring at the oracle drive next moment he was here in this odd dark city. Was he dreaming?
”I said it once, and I’ll say it again. I’m not working for Niflheim army…who are you?” He inquire for the other’s name, trying to get some info, maybe just maybe he’ll get answers on clue where he was or what the hell was going on here.
❛Twas not oft that Noctis could bear witness to viewing his kingdom & its proximity in its entirety perchance. The metal structure of buildings stood tall & regal—nigh intimidating alongst a myriad of s h i m m e r i n g lights that radiated an ethereal hue, painting an impeccable [ picturesque ] scenery of grandeur. Although he would take advantage of the moment that was permitted to admire what was offered, there was an extrinsic presence that admittedly set him on edge before him. A-t-r-a-m-e-n-t-o-u-s rivers of unruly tendrils swept in a brushing motion against the prince’s physiognomy as the mien upon his countenance was set in a semblance of subtle moue. The lateral movement gave [ allowance ] for his right appendage to rise a c c l i v i t o u s, elevating itself before him as his gaze was cast upon his [ blade ], feeling the proverbial sensation of his hilt that subconsciously hummed within his grasp.
Forthwith, upon perceiving the belaboring of footfalls heading to whence he stood with his audibility, phosphorous a-z-u-r-e gems flickered & narrowed, fixating his gaze upon the male with naught but [ skepticism ] whilst the aforementioned appendage was exserted f o r t h w a r d, directing the pointed tip of his falchion at the anterior passage of his throat in an expeditious manner. Ignoring the query that was spoken
( truly, the other was not in any position to express inquiries in this situation as he was the one whom was [ trespassing ] upon his demesne, after all ), twin dark brows furrowed, conveying his distrustful nature afore a command departed from his lips.
❝I'd recommend for you to not take another [ step ] unless you would prefer to deal with the r e p e r c u s s i o n s of your actions. State your name & whom you [ swear ] to, if not for Niflheim as you have claimed.❞
— Dexter Morgan