higaneion

[higaneion]

She always knew when it was time to say goodbye, the farewell to her father would be the most painful. What she could not predict is the heartbreak she is faced with when it is time to say goodbye to everyone else. She walked the grounds one last time, submitted her last assignment, even returned the past due library books she had borrowed. Of course, packing her things meant her room would be clean for once, it was to be left without a trace she had ever been there per academy rules. 

And when she is gone, will the friends she has made here forget her too?

“We’ll see each other back in Elibe, right?” She asked this of Raymond, Chad, Sophia. Their answers, though she values honesty most of all, she isn’t sure if it is the entire truth, but she would respect them, whatever decision was behind it, no matter how she felt. “Saint’s tits… Well, when I’m marchioness, I… Ostia will be ready for visitors, so… so you better come see me… at least once.” 

However brief or lengthy their interaction was, she makes sure to at least leave a note for those she had crossed paths with. Simple words like “good luck” or “I’m glad to have met you” were left and with each envelope she slipped underneath the door crack, she felt the tug that grounded her to cobblestone. Don’t go, it said. But she must, she turned her back toward the final room she delivered her letter to.

She was not done training, she would never be, but that was alright. To continue learning, that is, after all, what she loved best, why she walked the academy grounds in the first place. 

Lilina wiped her tears off her cheeks. She was a warrior’s daughter, taught to not cry so easily and yet… 

She turned to face the gate of the monastery, she was not going on a school trip or out on a mission, but back home where her people needed her more. 

“Keep moving forward,” she said, clenching her free hand to an encouraging fist with a smile to match. Lilina turns her back one last time, spell book clutched tightly in the crook of her arm and the rest of her memories carried along with her.

#(( wauuuugh one year of lili.... )) #drabble #(( also sorry... for that. i just needed her to say it One Time. )) #(( IT'S BEEN SUCH A DELIGHT TO WRITE HER THO <3 )) #(( i will look so so silly if i do this and she comes back but u know. )) #(( not me using her death quote ALGJDSF or like an interpretation of it ))

[higaneion]

☆ 👀👀✨

There is something about you that I see in many. Perhaps I don't understand whatever reason you may have for acting as you do, but whatever wrongs that you commit does not make you a bad person.

You have family, right? That you would do anything to see them safe? I think that alone shows your true virtue.

#reverenceofmacedon #(( whee thank u for sending :pleading: ))

[higaneion]

Of all the reactions she expects, this… is not one of them. In an instant, she is picked up and spun around. Initially, she lets out a yelp of surprise, but knows he means no harm a moment later and lets him get out whatever he needs to. Not that she could do much from this angle, even if she wants to. 

Her feet are planted on the ground once more. On the other hand, the spin was like a fun gesture. She hasn’t been picked up like that since she was a small child, by her father, so a stranger doing so was albeit strange, but not entirely unpleasant. A gentle giant, he is, just like someone else she knows. Though she doesn’t quite understand the reaction from a mere hand kiss in greeting, if it makes him that elated, even for a moment, then she is happy too.

“It’s alright,” she waves off his needless apology with a wave and a giggle. Head tilts slightly. “Though, not anymore…? Oh! Have you found family? Friends?”

Advice for the Young at Heart

#taguelbunnyboy #toabaldrsbounty #(( this is so absurd it is funny that i had to reply )) #(( ccing this to hector tho- good luck yarne LOL ))

[higaneion]

☆ (sorry if he explodes and dies)

Though we don't know much about each other, I have observed you in combat enough to know how skilled you truly are. Though you seem to sell yourself short, you are fearless to me.

I think we are alike in that way, Alcryst. There is so much we do not know, such great lengths we would do to protect our homeland. I think that unwavering faith is what makes us be able to do the things we must, even if can be... unsavory.

#starrook #(( if he explodes and dies i will simply pick the pieces back up and put him back together ))

[higaneion]

A seeker of knowledge she has always been. Pursuit of the unknown, it is what she loves most about studying magic, beyond her seemingly innate connection with it from the moment she started to study it with General Cecilia back home. Those days seem so distant now, and yet as she continues in this new land, there is so much she still does not know. 

She has not thought to put her mind to research, not too in depth anyhow, despite it remaining as one of her hobbies. Since her return from her brief homeland visit, she has had assignments and projects pile up one after another to a point that even she would find overwhelming. 

None of it stops her from sitting outside and dissecting what it is in the sky however. If she does not have the means to research, she could test herself by theorizing what it could be. She had yet to fully dip her toes into dark magic, in the occasions she did, she could hardly stand it, or her body rather. Is this phenomenon a product of dark magic? She had always been warned of its possessive, mind-numbing qualities, but for it to spread to the sky… Or is it a force beyond her and all those who walked academy grounds?

“Hm?” Lilina turns to face the voice that calls to her. Ah. She had heard of him as she knew of all the house leaders, but never quite properly introduced herself other than to her own leader. “Yes… I’m afraid there’s more action to take than observation now.” 

Lilina turns back to face the sky and its gaping hole. “But what… I mean, it’s the sky we’re talking about!” Her arms spread up toward it, feeling smaller and more futile than ever. If only she ever learned to fly, but… surely it couldn’t be that much different than riding a horse.

“Oh! My name is Lilina. If we are of the same mind, would you happen to have any idea about… well, any of this?”

from the other side

Mission Board: Fracture

#thread: from the other side #achaemenidstar #(( btw your claude voice is sooooo good )) #(( v entertaining to read :) ))

[higaneion]

One would think she would be turned off completely from the frozen treat after recent incidents, maybe she is a glutton for punishment. Her sin of temptation is sweets. 

Sweets and family, or what family she could cling onto during her time here. She had been practicing for weeks, she had seen and missed many chances to ask. He’s probably busy, she half-heartedly told herself when she would fail to grab his attention. 

Until she passed him in the training hall. It may have been a particularly productive day that she had found the confidence to say: Father! Meet me for ice cream. I don’t care when just… don’t say no… please.

“Um… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Presently, Lilina digs her spoon into the treat, picking at it absentmindedly, without consuming it. She has to make sure she does not find any surprises this time. Eyes flicker up to his own, a weary smile appears on her face. 

Though she had grown alongside her father her whole life, her mother being absent, talking to him when he is nearly her own age never ceases to be awkward. Her easy friendliness is part of her charm, and yet she can find none of her usual traits when talking to her father. She wants to tell him everything, what she’s been up to, the friends she’s made, the illusion of Ilia. 

But where to start?

Ahead of her, she sees two birds preening each other and it sparks an idea. Maybe not the best idea, but it is a start. “So… who’s that girl you’ve been hanging with? The shy, blue-haired one?”

@braveryinblue

this isn’t ice cream (CLICKBAIT)

#braveryinblue #thread: this isn't ice cream (clickbait) #(( it's gelato- LKJDGSDF )) #(( lmk if i need to change anything :3 ))

[higaneion]

Getting dressed is simple. She throws on a dress and a cloak over it, both reaching the floor. Her arms raise and the cloak moves along with it. Lilina cannot deny the comfort of Sophia’s wardrobe, though she wonders how practical it would be in battle, she could see flames getting caught in her sleeve or tripping over her own dress. 

Clothing aside now, she wanders to pick out a book from Sophia’s collection. The two are as night and day, yet united by the same sky be it stars or clouds that litter the space. 

She opens a text, flipping to an arbitrary passage to read. Though she would prefer unparalleled focus as she normally would possess, her mind is ensnared by distraction. The dull throbbing of her head increases the more she absorbs the ancient text. Lilina never had reason to be paranoid, viewing the world in a clear, bright lens, but it is as if her mind is both a kaleidoscope and a tunnel. To be aware of everything at once yet feel nothing at all is strange, unnerving. Shadows normally tucked away in the recess of her mind crawls out and begs her to yield, reaching for the edges of her mind. The pounding in her head is ceaseless, growing into a separate monster that she almost fears it may burst and—

—Hold. A voice, not of her own, tells her. Someone is coming. The book is closed with a gentle slap, she would need to find a work around that later. Once the book is out of her grasp and she puts distance between it and herself, everything seems to ease up until it is nothing more than a constant whirring in the background. She can return to normal, or act the part.

A small voice alerts her of her arrival. The voice is one familiar to her, yet it sounds a stranger all the same. It is rare that she hears her own voice from the perspective of an outsider’s ear. Lilina swings the door open, eagerness pulsing through her actions and when she sees herself, reality shakes her. 

Her normal cheery mannerisms would look odd to anyone that is not her. It is in this moment that she realizes her, albeit small, height difference between herself and the girl she was costuming as. If her assumptions are correct and this is Sophia in her body, then that means this is the perfect opportunity to test her impression. If they are to pose as one another for a day or however long this will last, then they may as well practice now in the privacy of Sophia’s quarters.

She is conscious enough to relax her posture and tries to relax the muscles in her face as much as possible. She tries to narrow her eyes, but her brows follow the gesture, making her appear stern and angry. Think… cat. She revises this to narrow her eyes slightly, this time yielding a much sleepier expression.

“…Lady Lilina… Hello…” She stares at Sophia for moments at a time, before blinking once, slowly. Her expression returns to her normal one, lashes fluttering to rewet her eyes and she clasps her hands together. “What did you think?”

where angels fear to tread

[Grants Any Weapon +1]

#nabataprophet #thread: where angels fear to tread #(( this took a minute but think fast png ))

[higaneion]

01. She steals a furtive glance down, as if to check that her feet were indeed on the ground, that she was neither wraith nor spirit wreathed in flame. Though it does not explain why she feels heat in the pit of her stomach. It was no butterflies she may have experienced in the past, moths maybe, buzzing to be let out and burst.

02. If this lonely chapel were to act as the sanctuary, then the distant song she hears must be a hymn, calling her name to act.

03. Stardust and vapor are the only things beautiful boys with stars in their eyes have to offer.

04. With all her might, she flings the bread his way, not caring where it hit as long as it hit hard. “But do let me know if you are still feeling voracious in which case, I would be more than happy to make you a knuckle sandwich.”

05. They may have lacked the deeply rooted synergy the other pair seemed to have, but despite that, they managed to come together once again to create a spectacle of ashes and shadows.

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#ooc #(( i tried to space the dates of these out but u know... )) #(( guess who's who- probably not that hard tho hahahaha )) #(( all rp but i would like to stretch my ocs... haven't written them since 21 ))

[higaneion]

reblog this post and add your 5 favorite lines you've written this year

#ooc #(( how is it almost 2024.. )) #(( dash game? think of it like quote retweet )) #(( so you **only** rb this parent post and tack on your response )) #(( also just want to point out it doesn't have to be fe/toa...? i feel like...? idk no rules except it has to be from this year )) #(( let's celebrate your banger lines :clap: bc u are all fantastic writers )) #(( ps if this flops then we did not see this!! ))

[higaneion]

[ November Activity Check ]

Status: Pass / Fail / Hiatus

Skill Points:

Earned: 1

Previous: 23

Current: 24

Skill point(s) allocated to reason: A+ (3/3) → S (1/3)

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do not click read more whatever you do ;)

#(( gif warning )) #toaactivity #(( i am eventually going to put everything in but for now )) #(( ough goooooood the grind is so so real )) #(( yea i'm keeping klavier's ass what about it ))

[higaneion]

Send ☆ for my muse to give yours a compliment.

[higaneion]

natural rizzaster

#thread: natural rizzaster #justices blade #thread end #(( for posterity ))

[higaneion]

Days pass and the strange tears in the sky have not yet closed up. In fact, they seem to be growing larger, or maybe your mind is playing tricks on you. When you find yourself with a free day, you decide to gather a reliable companion or two to climb the tallest point you can find and try to get a better look at what lies on the other side. @achaemenidstar

Puffy clouds swirled in a sea of azure, nothing noteworthy unless one is particularly invested in cloud watching. At least, that is how it started. Blink and it would be missed until it became impossible to ignore, like an untreated wound that opened with each little gesture and movement.

Lilina had caught it in its early stages when it was but a scratch glinting on the sky’s surface. She doesn’t recall how she had seen it or why she had decided to look skywards at that moment. She thought perhaps she must have been seeing things, a distant line of birds even. Though, nothing had been moving; despite the clouds passing over, it stayed static.

It wasn’t an instant change she witnessed, but a gradual shift. She would sit outside and stare at the sky each day trying to discern if there had been any changes. She had known of other worlds, different timelines, she was living proof of that very idea. Though, she hadn’t noticed quite anything like this.

Lacking the skill to climb, she stands now, eyes stitched to the sky, palm resting on the bark of a thick trunk. The scratch she first had seen is now a large gash, and there are more slashes to accompany it. The sky’s gapes and windows give way to a bright turquoise color contrasted against the bleak, dark wash of night. It is when the tear is most noticeable and when she is less likely to be spotted. 

from the other side

Mission Board: Fracture

#achaemenidstar #thread: from the other side #(( please let me know if you need more to work with! )) #(( excited for them :D ))

[higaneion]

Santa Lilina サンタリリーナ

#musings #(( klaus vibes.... i guess she'd be the margu actually )) #(( cute tho... ))

[higaneion]

[From here] @peerlessscowl

He couldn't help himself: at her joke, Raven allowed her a laugh, the smile coming up to crinkle his eyes. She was such a sweet child, so proud of the work they had done to dispatch the bear, proud of the herb selection she had gotten from the greenhouse, of her home and her family, it was difficult not to be endeared. 

"Taste tester, huh? You're awfully willing to risk my life, aren't you?" he joked back. "I suppose for such an easy job I wouldn't be able to complain no matter what was put in front of me. I guess it's good I'm not too particular, then." 

Though truth be told, over the last few years, he couldn't have afforded to complain anyhow – between the questionable stews-of-the-day at a roadside inn, to foraged forest berries and the occasional hare, it wasn't as though his diet had been a consistent backbone of his day-to-day life, and moreso when he had made the decision to come to the monastery, forgoing what he might have otherwise subsisted on for a time, leaning out some of the bulk he had accumulated in his years of hard work on his own. 

The shift from that, to the dining hall after his acceptance, had been perhaps the most difficult part of the transition. But now, before the spit and cookfire, he felt the comfortable motions of cooking one's own food come back to him easily. 

"The cloves are good for this kind of thing," he said, gesturing for her to hand him some before he grabbed a piece of the meat, studding the thing with cloves before skewering it and propping it over the fire. "Gamey meats, I mean." 

His family had done much of their own hunting, less for sport and more for victuals, and when the rains had hit hardest during autumn he could recall the same sharp, sweet scent from the kitchens as came from the fire before them now, the roasted meats and mulled wines a defining note of the season. 

Cocking his head, his eyes flicked to Lilina's injuries before back to the fire. "Medicine, too. I'd be surprised if the infirmary doesn't keep a supply for themselves." 

You’re awfully willing to risk my life.

Though she senses it is a joke if the rest of the sentence does not clue her in, his words sting her worse than she’d like to admit. A duty of a knight or anyone sworn under their liege, but does that make it right to willingly die? To treat their life as disposable? Lilina does not hide her emotions well as much as she tries, she lets go a pathetic half-hearted laugh.

She is grateful when he changes the subject allowing her mind to be put to use elsewhere. Wordlessly, she watches, leaning in slightly, as he skewers and seasons the meat and sticks it over the fire. “Smells good already…” She mutters, amazed at how a few simple ingredients could waft such a fragrant aroma. She scooches a little closer to the fire, placing her hands near it. Scintillations of flame flick off in every direction and the smokey air brings her comfort for moments at a time. 

That is, until he mentions medicine and she does not miss the glance her way. Conscious of this, she tugs at the hem of her skirt. She had been advised by the medics to avoid any particularly suffocating articles of clothing as her bandages needed to be changed regularly so her wounds, her weaknesses, were on display for all. She shakes her head, crossing her arms. 

“What they gave me at the infirmary initially has helped—Ah! Did… you need some? I might have some left or, um,” she pauses twirling with the ends of her hair. A sneaky smile tugs at her expression. “The nurse there, she would be ecstatic to see you again, I’m sure.”

After she revels in what enjoyment she gets out of teasing him, she grows much quieter. “I’m sorry by the way, Raymond. Really, asking you to risk your life without even considering…” If he had a family, a little sister like he did. 

Though she previously allowed herself to be distracted, tried telling herself that it was nothing to obsess over, it eats at her the longer she allows it to fester. Then, she stands and starts pacing, stuttering, clenching her fists and unclenching. “I mean, how could I be so… so stupid?!”

smokeyed the bear

#peerlessscowl #thread: smokeyed the bear #(( i think... it should notify you but just in case )) #(( raven making a joke lilina vc: and i took that personally ;ALKJFDMSG ))

[higaneion]

Amid all the gloom and doom, there have been rumours of a pop-up ice cream parlor come to lighten the mood. Trouble is, it’s a fairly exclusive set-up, and is never seen twice in the same place. Maybe you’ve been lucky enough to receive an invitation, or have a friend who can show you the way. The Ice Creamatory welcomes all who should find their way. But as you leave, delicious treat in hand, one of the letters on the sign falls, revealing the shop’s true name: The Ice Crematory - which begs the question: just what have you all actually been eating…? Better go stop the shopkeeper from running if you’d like to find out. @macawbre

After waiting for what seems like hours for the line to shorten, more glorious words have never been spoken than the gruff "Next!" of the worker. Lilina looks to Henry once for confirmation and partly out of surprise but waits not a moment longer to stroll up to the window.

...

“And here we are!” She exclaims with a wide smile and glistening, hungry eyes. 

She returns from the wagon shop with two bright teal square shaped popsicles occupying both hands. She offers one to the professor and whom she considers a newfound friend. She thinks of everyone in this way, sure, but if this were to earn her an extra point or a chance to tap into what secrets he may hold, then she would proclaim him her best friend. 

“It’s sea salt! According to the owner, it’s quite popular, so if it’s delicious then we’ll know it was well worth the hunt and wait.” She has a preference for ultra sweet food, but if it is the specialty of the shop then she could trust the shopkeeper’s word. “Oh, and do not worry at all over the cost, I was the one to invite you, so it is only right that I pay. Let’s dig in~”

Saints know that Lilina has plenty to spare and then some as she left a little extra for the operator and their crew. 

She clinks the tip of hers with the professor’s as a cheers and sinks her teeth right into it, wincing at the cold biting her gums and teeth. Oblivious to the Machiavellian dealings going on behind her, she does not even flinch at the creak of the sign that reveals the shop’s true nature.

make like a mortician and grab a cold one

Mission Board: Fracture | [Grants Riding +1]

#macawbre #thread: make like a mortician and grab a cold one #skill: riding #(( i was going to wait to use this img but no better time than the present )) #(( lmk if i need to change anything! )) #(( big shoutout to berinea for making the triple 6 possible ))

[higaneion]

No matter where you go, everyone seems convinced that these are unsafe times and everyone wants a little extra security— some want it directly in their hands even. It’s no shock then that there are rumors of an arms dealer smuggling weapons through the port. If left unchecked, something could happen between civilians or worse, all these weapons could be used to outfit a nearby noble’s independent army, giving an opportunity for a more widespread assault. Finding out where these weapons are coming from and who they’re going to might be in the continent’s best interest then. @excalibris

Should we really be here? Lilina wants to ask, but one doesn’t need to look too closely to see the worried expression wiped on her face and body language. Her shoulders are tense, brows knitted together, eyes and head constantly scanning around for fear of getting caught. 

Though she could not deny the opportunity of great information lying within, she could not help but feel strange and on edge in all of it. Perhaps it does not help the bundle of nerves at the pit of her stomach threatening to burst that she and her partner have sneaked in. She had been enamored by spy work when she was younger, but actually committing to it is easier said than done.

The warehouse is dim and dry, she could almost taste the dust or some other substance that clings to the air. Several crates and boxes line the floors and shelves full of weapons, some types she has never seen before. What makes it stranger is there is no one else at present. She is expecting someone to pop up from under a table and threaten them at any moment. If a fight were to break out, one of the more sensible places would be in a place stocked full of weapons. 

“Miss Sonya—Ah!” Lilina jumps at the sound of an object shifting. If she is trying to be stealthy, then she is doing a poor job at it. She and her spine are not cut out for spy work. “Um… Where shall we investigate first? Perhaps… there are tomes or staffs that may be of interest…”

trying to sneak around but the dummy thicc tomes keep alerting the guards

Mission Board: Fracture | [Grants Reason +1]

#excalibris #thread: trying to sneak around #skill: reason #(( i am sorry to the public for the title- ;ALFDMA )) #(( now ur stuck with it any time it gets a rb so ))