serphiente
* How am i genuinely struggling on making a decent theme?
serphiente
serphiente
* A little shower thought but i like to think that the greeks have a deep infatuation with each other to a certain degree, it's just that the feeling isn't always read to be romantic.
serphiente
* Perfect example is richard towards valerie when her romantic interest is on someone else, but he's so brainwashed with how toxic he is when it comes to romanticizing his surroundings so he genuinely believes valerie is reciprocating his feelings when she is in fact, not.
beyondthestyx
/ hai, myia <3
serphiente
* heated rivalry but make it elitist and homoerotic
serphiente
* i deeply crave to expand the dark academia verse.
reapsowed
there’s no harm in admitting defeat, serphiente.
serphiente
@reapsowed， i thought you would never ask, [AND JUST LIKE THAT—— (tomorrow), it was already forgotten to be worried for the next day, and if valerie were to admit the words he so desperately wanted to hear from her mouth. well––(?) suppose only time could tell when they once more. but nonetheless; for now, hues of honey brown were in search to match his. only then a pleased smile painted wine-stained lips.] take me to the garden near the east wing, will you? the flowers are starting to bloom again.
reapsowed
@serphiente, i sound honest. [THE GREEN OF HIS IRIS[ES] bloom under setting sunlight, painting his skin bronze—gold. the jewel glistened and gleamed … he hated it—loathed it. wanted nothing more than to rip it from her ear, never minding the flesh it took. the lifeless thing itself felt like a challenge, (there were many things that were far shinier than you, rosier..) ] tomorrow, then. walk with me?
serphiente
@reapsowed， (hm——) you sound eager, [A THOUGHT THAT WAS SAID TOO LOUD. her body crouches to retrieve the earring that had slipped from her ear. when she lifts the small jewel, it was pressed back against her lob with a soft click, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.] i rather not give you that satisfaction, [a pause, she takes this moment to straighten her body and give the attention that was so desired.] ..not today, (at least).
serphiente
* Soo....i did it https://serphiente.carrd.co <3
siraens
✩ i’ve always loved how your hair sits in whisps that frame your face. you’re like a painting, valerie... yet somehow the idea of you is liberating. it’s an image i’d very much like to capture one day.
siraens
@serphiente oh i bet it does ,, captaining a sports team only gets me so far... though i know my behaviour is far from perfect. [ she laughs, amusing herself in the moment. she knew the pressures of her responsibilities, but equally she knew that her companion had far heavier burdens to bare. noticing the other's distance, she makes no effort to move closer, but simply turns, facing valerie, confident in the path they were walking. ]. i bet you're a good mentor, but unfortunately my charm comes from my lack of model student-ness.. wouldn't want to lose my appeal, now would i ? [ she grins, eager for the other's response, one hand holding the bag strap on her shoulder, the other stuffed into her pocket. ] i fear you'd become bored of me.
serphiente
@siraens， [VALERIE STEPS INTO STRIDE WITHOUT HESITATION——instead of falling perfectly beside her, she allows half a step of distance. then another. just enough that she walks slightly behind, choosing the vantage point rather than being placed in it. her shoes echo softly against the canal path, measured, unhurried.] teach you—–(?) i wasn’t aware i had been promoted to mentor. [a quiet hum leaves her throat, almost contemplative.] being a “model student” is terribly dull, i’m afraid. it requires patience. discipline. knowing when to speak, ..and when silence is far more effective. [lips curved, a small smile faintly decides to settle.] (..) but it does have its perks, i admit.
siraens
@serphiente ✩ how romantic [ she says, gentle sarcasm dripping from her tongue as she begins to walk further from the canal, expecting the other will follow. she would have continued on her path with or without valerie, but truth be told she was internally celebrating at the signal of her willingness. she brushes her raven locks, now cropped short ( for practicality, she would argue ) out from her eyes, fondly looking back to her company, expression softening. ] i don’t mind one bit, it’s my pleasure. perhaps this way you can teach me a bit about being a model student.
serphiente
* pspspspsp can we bring the dark academia anons i beg,,, valerie needs friends :hand_heart:
valhalkyrie
ah, please ──
serphiente
@valhalkyrie， [DISTORTION. she tilts the wine glass, and whatever remains of the dark red liquid catches the dim light, twisting through the curve of the glass. strangely captivating for a moment's time, yet not enough to hold her attention, so she sets it down on the table with a soft clink.] /some/.. i'll admit are easy enough to access with minimal effort required, yes—— [upwards and towards the side, she rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh that followed.] but many are not! rare texts, obscure practices.. those demand much time and patience; (but—–) perhaps, ..i have a few i could allow you to borrow. you a̲r̲e able to read basic latin, yes?
valhalkyrie
@serphiente, [BEFORE HER STANDS A GLIMPSE INSIDE THE OPPOSITE MIRROR. LION—BROWN HAIR UNKEPT WITH MISS—MATCHED CURLS. FAIRIES OF GOLDEN THREADS FRAMING A ROSE CHEEKED FACE. SHE’D SPEAK—LOUDLY, AND HER HANDS MOVE WITH EVERY WORD. THIN SILVER, GOLD AND RUBY STUDDED BANDS GLISTENING IN LOW LIBRARY ROOM LIGHT] well——(hm) [SANSA’S BODY SLUMPED BACK AGAINST VELVET RED CUSHIONS TO FORM A THOUGHT. THICK BROWS KNITTED WITH A CONCENTRATION SHE ONLY EVER USED IN HER FAVORITE LECTUR SUBJECTS] but there are … /books/ of the craft, aren’t there? i have no trouble with reading
serphiente
@valhalkyrie， [WITH EASE, A GLASS LIFT IN RESPONSE. the stem balanced lightly between her fingers. the wine touches her lips and she takes a measured sip, slow enough to taste it properly, eyes unfocused in thought before she swallows.] scarier, yes—– ..but only /if/ fear is the point of interest. you, underestimate the true terror that hides behind the power of magic(!) a shame i'm prohibited from performing any of the sorts, ..no?