holylies

࿓̩̩̥     gimme gimme >:3

/ maybee soft(ish) on here & kaede

⁄⠀⠀ sol has two fcs now..   i might make his hcs soon too  :3

〝  i am already paid a comfortable enough salary,  so there's no point in asking for more.  the greed of oneself often leads to their own downfall after all ＂ zakhar stated his reasoning with a nod of his head〝  but to keep things simple,  yes,  this is all i request of you ＂

ꓻ          ׄ      ＿＿       @holyguard  ꓹ⠀⠀soleil pauses,   taken aback by the anticlimactic answer. ⠀“  that's..   all you wish?  “⠀ anyone would have asked for riches,  power.   something reasonably useful.   at least that was what his grace expected.

〝  may i see your hand once more then? ＂ he requested while taking note of soleil's small huff.  zakhar held out his own hand,  patiently waiting for the other's response〝  fulfilling your curiosity to pet me will serve as more than enough for a reward ＂

the boy's head tilts. something about soleil's expression was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed. it seemed,, broken, almost. a pause. then, the butterfly was set to the side, and a blank sheet replaced its spot on soleil's palm.   " .. your grace can always learn, right? let me show you, "   such was spoken in a low murmur. deft hands worked, showing the older step by step- offering a demonstration and a guiding hand to straighten out hesitant lines. gradually, a simple crane began to take shape.

ꓻ          ׄ      ＿＿       @theirdivine  ꓹ⠀⠀something which lacks its own autonomy,   to be shaped by these hands?   even if it were a mere paper,   holding it felt fragile.   his gaze observes its intricate design in each fold,   noting the care kaeda had for this craft. ⠀“  .. i don't know how.  “⠀ his answer is hushed,   bleak.

“ there’s specific methods to folding the paper, my lord. “   he holds up one of his previous creations, an intricate butterfly which was placed into the emanator’s hand.   “ you can make practically anything, as long as you know how. “

at the order, kaede sucks in a sharp inhale. the cold edge to his grace’s voice was effective in silencing him practically instantly, his gaze falling to stare at his knees. it’s as if he were ashamed, that he needed an /order/ to stop when it once required nothing at all. similarly, everyone else dared not speak. such was the authority of an emanator,   (…)   at least, well.. this session of testing was over. the boy remains quiet even as he’s led from the room, though he looks at soleil for a moment—   noticing the faintly crumbling countenance, apathy falling away with every shaking breath.

ꓻ          ׄ      ＿＿       @theirdivine  ꓹ⠀⠀the series of chatter between the doctor and the following becomes a blur to the boy whom zeroed into soleil's attention.   however the blonde,   though frustrated by this outcome,   regards him a hard-eyed glint. ⠀“  hush now,   child.   your woeful pleas are meaningless.   you should know w͟h͟e͟n to be useful.  “⠀ it's callous.   masking the pain underneath,   no matter how weak one felt,   the layers of his vulnerability was beginning to show by the trembling frame of his grace-⠀ whose hand lands against the flat surface of a nearby table to maintain his posture.⠀ “  all of you cannot even fulfill your roles properly.  “⠀ a strained remark was followed by a sharp inhale,   vitale kept his distance,   none of which dared to fuel it further..   the silence seemed deafeningly frightening.   “  don't let that child hurt himself again.  “
            
            ⁄⠀⠀ hehe she had to be there  <3

the table’s cold under kaede’s cheek where he lay, the thin tunic he wore unable to prevent the chill from seeping under his skin. he.. barely notices anything that’s happening around him. soleil’s orders, vitale’s annoyed grumbling in the background, even how the handlers had evidently decided kaede was no longer a danger to himself, and had stepped back.. his single, exhausted eye watches soleil with a sort of fearful apprehension. it’s as if the older male were the only one he could see.
            
            “ .. my lord, “   his voice comes out broken. tapering on a sob that’s hastily bitten back, chest still heaving slightly from the remnants of his earlier panic.   “ i’m.. i’m sorry that nothing’s.. working. i know this is a personal matter for you, s-so.. “   [i wanted to help.] is what goes unsaid, somewhere in the back of his mind. but he doesn’t know what went wrong, or how to make it better.. so by habit he does what he knows to be the next best thing, and that was to apologise.
            
            / vitale mention.. my bbg

@holylies         [the request stirred the depths of noctis’ hear, dark orifices stare at soleil as if they could devour him whole. quietly, the purple-haired individual moves quietly through the room, just until he’s a step in front of the blonde.]      then it’s best we do our best to make sure you can have proper rest before tomorrow.      [a pause,]      ..after all, we have big plans. (✿◠‿◠)      [gloved hands slip to either side of the shorter’s shoulder blades, leaning down to whisper beside soleil,]      i’ll stay until you’re asleep. will that be enough, your grace? you may ask of anything from me.

@inter-stellar    ︲    ˝  i..  was deeply immersed in my own thoughts.  i couldn't sleep,  so i had hoped for some company.  ˝

—is something the matter?

⠀⠀  ৎ ﹡    ៹⠀ @inter-stellar ꓹ ⠀ ʺ how novel of you. ʺ  ⠀it earns him a praise.  quite pleasing,  assuming the meaning behind it. 

@holylies,   they’re unimportant.  i typically keep them on for work to prevent my hands from getting dirty,  but i’m with you   ..there’s no need.

⠀⠀  ৎ ﹡    ៹⠀ @inter-stellar ꓹ ⠀ ʺ.. do you not need them?ʺ 

⠀⠀  ৎ ﹡    ៹⠀ @inter-stellar ꓹ ⠀ ʺ .. i see. ʺ  ⠀a momentary silence,  perhaps he has come rather harshly to his companion.  it must be the growing anxiousness,  it's become bothersome that it plagues his mind.  ⠀ʺ noctis,  hold my hands. ʺ

@holylies,    “ what i feel is far from pity. ”    noctis replies,  brows knitting together,  perhaps offended himself now that soleil thought that his sentiment was taken as harsh as pity.    “ it’s far from that,  i’m only worried.  allow me to do so,  mm? ”

⠀⠀  ৎ ﹡    ៹⠀ @inter-stellar ꓹ ⠀ glancing to his shoulder,  a bated breath billows shortly.  ⠀ʺit is not the pain.ʺ  ⠀clarified the emanator,  though by a fraction,  he comes to appreciate the tenderhearted touch.  ⠀ʺi don't need your pity.ʺ  ⠀what a predicament,  does noctis think he needs comforting?

/ it’s ok.. it won’t hurt!! my hand will just bounce off!!

@exraced ⠀༢⠀ hey whats that for!!  his poor bootyy;;

@world618  ⠀༢⠀  ty..  blushes