#scionitics

[minarcana]

@scionitics asked:

❛ and now i’m falling asleep in front of other people? i have to pull myself together! ❜ / sends you this from abi to uri! ask meme // accepting!

He didn't mean to actually wake her from the light doze she seemed to be in, just check she was alright. It's not too often that he or anyone else stumbles upon the warrior of light asleep. At least it wasn't a case of Abi falling victim to some spellcraft or other.

Simply falling victim to the taxing weight of being the universe's favourite errand-runner, perhaps.

"Nay, worry thyself less. If thou art exhausted enough to fall asleep here, thou shouldst rest awhile. There is hardly any danger to taking a break." He makes the choice to sit next to her (though not too close, best to remain polite) just to accentuate the fact that no, now she's going to rest.

#THAMK U... lov to make a new friend #scionitics #also me seeing ur 'ill write any npc including random oneoffs' me with my weirdly specific memory for oneoff npcs like “damn bet?” #im just kidding i would not do that nonsense to u SAFGSDFG im just in a similar boat. the siren song of random characters huh... #ic : urianger

[enavant]

❥ @scionitics : " Do you not see beauty in the way they bloom? " He gestures towards the garden, many newfound plants discovered and made form in their own bed. " Their color reminds me of your eyes. " / hermes was the winner here you go aphrodite!

      BICOLOURED EYES GAZE UPON HIM, the garden being a second in holding aphrodite's attention — oh, she adores plants, adores each petal on every bloom && finds warmth in them always — yet she sees further beauty before them. gaze finally travels to the garden, taking in the sight as he suggests before casting upon him yet again, full lips curling into a gentle smile, skin creasing about her eyes in a pleasant framing to showcase their joyous glow.

      ❝ oh ? so you oft find yourself looking at my eyes, then ? ❞

      a soft giggle leaves her, light && playful in the air between them as she moves. fingers are careful to pluck a singular, out of place, miscoloured bloom, unwanting to disturb the rest, as she carries it in her hands, reaching up to place against hermes' ear, tucked beautifully into his hair to accent his features.

      ❝ ah, but this one reminds me of yours. && perhaps i do see the beauty; oh, but i see the beauty in many a thing outside these blooms. life has a certain beauty to it, do you not agree ? ❞

#scionitics #━━ ❥ scionitics // hermes » #[ vic this ask made me go feral basdnmsbd ] #[ aphrodite vc: haha u look at my eyes ] #[ also aphrodite: its okay i look at urs too ] #endwalker spoilers;;

[a-musing-mixologist]

@scionitics​ asked:

" Show me more, " intrigue shows in the way his ears perk up from the sight. Inched in closer while maintaining his observation with what the other had before him. " You forever find ways to amuse me, " purrs out a tease before he realizes how that might have sounded. " Not that I'm trying to be too forward or anything -- " oh, twelve. Spare him. / shoves graha at you

  “Ach, they’re just some crystals I picked up.”  He hadn’t realized the other had been watching so intently.  “They’re nae th’ fancy solidified aether stuff, just th’ regular auld kind o’ shiny rocks.” The kind he figured weren’t really very interesting to anyone other than himself.  But G’raha seemed interested (G’raha seemed interested in everything), and it was rather adorable the way his ears twitched.  It was strange to think of having external ears, especially ones that could move, and shite, was he staring?  Golden hues flick swiftly back to the little crystals spread across the tabletop.

  “It’s nae... It’s fine.”  He scoots one forward, a smoky quartz.  “They might not be Allaghan relics, or useful fer any magicks, but I like collectin’ 'em.  I guess... they’re special cause they aren’t special?”  He didn’t have ears, but the red that tinged the tips of his horns might have deepened.  

#Answered || Sinj #Scionitics #Have some CT era them? Heheh #🔥muse || sinj #I LOVE THEM

[unmeiha-arc]

@scionitics​​ probably forgot that their Hermes sent :    ‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’

          For as long as she can remember, grief has ever been her closest companion; with each recollection of the life she lead by another name in this time — his time — a companion even longer still. In a way, she supposes he’s right. She grieves for that which she’s lost, for that which she will never obtain; for possibilities and impossibilities both. For love that will never have the chance to find its mark. Love of home, of family, of friends, of —

          ❛ You must have a great deal of love, then. ❜

          To have grieved so much that it consumed him, mangled him, made him unrecognizable even to himself. A part of her — ancient, buried — already knows this; knows how deeply he loves, how deeply he hurts. She of the present sees it, too: that the man before her is a far cry from the man who had pried her soul from her body and bound it to the shambling corpse of someone she never even learned the name of. Yet she cannot help but recognize in herself fragments of what he would become — of what he became. What would he think, she wonders, of the horrors he has yet to conceive? Of the atrocities he has yet to commit? Would he have the strength to overcome, as she had? Would things be any different if he knew? Could things be any different if he knew?

          In the back of her mind, she hears Elidibus’ warning: You cannot reshape the past to undo the tragedies of the present. Cannot unmake the sorrow and suffering fated to come. She twirls the Elpis flower in one hand and regards it with curiosity, unable — or perhaps unwilling — to meet his gaze, gentle fingers of the other brushing the soft petals as purple bleeds into crisp white, staining them with the echoes of her soul’s sorrow for the inevitability to come. When she finally looks up at him, she offers the purple flower with a smile.

          ❛ I suppose I do as well. ❜

                                                          𓆩❀𓆪

#scionitics #endwalker spoilers * #❀ IC : ALL 「 物語 」 duty commenced. #❀ IC : VERSE 「 物語 」 chapter vi.i ❛ a tale of ends. #holds my head in my hands and screams softly

[reapcrbunny]

" For my princess, " charm sings while the floral crown is placed ever so carefully around her ears so she can wear it along with her matching attire for the day. " If it ever pleases you so, I'd wish to take on your hearts desire. " his own matching floral crown is fixed around his head, grinning wide and admiring her from his spot. " What say you, Princess? " / have a hau!

unprompted ask, always accepting !

( 🐇 ) DAHLIA BLINKS AS she hears haurchefant speak behind her, about to turn only to find herself unable to do so in the moment due to what he was placing 'pon her head. she blushes, processing a little late what he said to her 'fore she turns finally to look at him, a smile forming as she spies the crown fixed 'ROUND HIS HEAD as well.

HER HANDS CLASP at first, moving to fiddle with the floral crown on his head and brushing some of his bangs to the side ; pressing a kiss to his nose 'fore pulling away. < I WOULD LOVE that my prince ~ >

#scionitics #out of character ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ asks #( UNDETERMINED V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE ASKING OF ME

[soulseekcr]

(    🌺   )            LAVENDER BROWS     furrow as same gaze lingers on the ascian from afar,   fingers careful as they hold the handle of the basket of flowers and fruits from their quick dash outside of the crystarium.    slipping away    undetected    was easy,    being able to have the time alone to reflect had been what they’d needed but   .  .    twas interrupted by a feeling of unpredictable    (    at least to them    )    EYES ON THEM. 

              ❝       YOU QUITE LIKE    to watch from afar.    you speak of theatre and theatrics,    emet selch    --    and that you quite like them but    YOU FEEL AGONIZED.    your soul speaks yalms more than    you    do.      ❞      

@scionitics​ gets this for emet bye  

#scionitics #{ time to cause problems on purpose } #( SHB V ) ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🌺ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ MORE UNDERSTOOD AND PROPER MEETINGS.

[salveticn]

@scionitics​ asked : 21) sender picks up receiver just because. / throws nabri your way

     “ eh -- ?? ”   was everything that escaped from his lips before finding himself swept off the floor and a few feet higher ! before elidibus could even realize it , he was holding onto nabriales’s coat -- his tonnage making it so he grew a few feet in height as he rested on his shoulder .

     odd eyes blinked countlessly as they quickly scanned the area around him : the convocation members quickly swarmed out of the capitol in a frenzy , some of them holding important papers and concepts as they ran outside .   the sudden outburst only left the young emissary all the more confused as he desperately tried to find the root of the problem while being carried away by the majestic .

     “ what the -- ”   he whined softly , lithe hands clutching tightly at the hems of nabriales’s coat . apparently , a rodent had appeared out of nowhere into the meeting room , terrorizing the poor innocent convocation members as it scampered around with a large knife presumably taped on its back . to avoid any injuries , the capitol was quickly evacuated and the meeting interrupted .

     it sounded quite amusing if one thought about it .   elidibus wasn’t even given the time to breathe that he was immediately rescued by nabriales and carried outside . and it all happened so fast that , even if thrown onto his shoulder , he was still processing the events that followed .

#scionitics #☽ || under the city stars ;; mv #(( #idk frdfhuerhg #))

[eredeha-a]

casual reminder that we have a mutuals only discord server for xiv if you would like to come and hang out with us and vibe!

you must be 21+ years old to join

must be mutuals with either myself ( @eredeha / @scionitics ), cece ( @unmeiha ), or kas ( @amaeranthos / @unmeihoshi / @realmtraveled ) while you don’t have to be mutuals with all of us to join, you need to be mutuals with at least one of us! 

anything else is broken down via the discord server’s rules

[ come vibe with us , we’re kinda cool we swear ]

#❝ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ― selfpromotes.

[constellatory]

swiggity swooty, they came for the booty.  / @scionitics

#scionitics #I have. so many highlights. from this NIGHTMARE of a FAMILY. #maybe I'll make a longer video at some point. #BUT I ALREADY SPENT WAY TOO MUCH ON THIS FOR A MEME. #UR WELCOME. #˗ˋˏ * ✩ ˖° ❙ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 . #˗ˋˏ * ✩ ˖° ❙ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

[unmeiha-arc]

@scionitics probably forgot their Hermes also sent :    ‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

          ❛ Do not seek forgiveness, ❜     she says before she realizes she’s even spoken and winces internally at the sharpness of her own voice — at the way she feels him stiffen against her side in response — thankful he cannot see her guilty expression from where his head rests against her bosom. She pauses only for a fraction of a moment to swallow down its edge, but the softer tone does not stop the words tumbling forth from the part of her heart steeped in shadow.     ❛ ... For it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should. ❜

          When she had first heard these words spoken to her, they brought her no comfort, no warmth — and certainly no absolution, just as she is certain it will bring none to him. Yet they had been necessary for her — she knows this now; perhaps she knew it then, too. And perhaps in time a part of him will also come to realize it... even if it ultimately doesn’t make a difference.

          Unless, of course, the difference had already been made for the worse.

          Not for the first time during her time in this era long ended does Elidibus’ voice echo in her mind and her heart clenches in response. He had told her not to change anything, that nothing could be changed — but she wonders now if she mistook his words as warning instead of fact. That, rather than being unable to change things because it would rewrite her present, she could not change things because her present was predetermined by the already-set-in-stone outcome of the events that her being here set in motion.

          If that is the case... If it changes nothing anyway, then perhaps she can offer something a little more.

          ❛ Listen to my voice. Listen to my heartbeat. ❜     Her fingers comb through his hair to soothe, even as his head shifts to do as he is bid, ear pressing a little firmer to her chest. He closes his eyes and listens. In one ear, the gentle rhythm of her heart. In the other, he hears the rushing waters of Lethe in the far distance as they fall from their isle; he hears the rustle of trees. They’re too far from the Twelve Wonders to hear any of the other researchers, and even farther still from any of the creations roaming the isles. It’s only the ambient sounds of this would-be paradise, her soft breaths, her steady heartbeat, and —     ❛ I forgive you. ❜

          How could she not? What’s done in her time is already done and cannot be undone, as Elidibus had made so plainly clear. What use is there in blaming Hermes as he is now, so human, long before the end-bringer he becomes? What right does she have to blame him when, the more time she spends here, the more she realizes that she had a hand in setting him on that path?

          What right does she have to blame him when she, too, has fallen time and time again to despair and pleaded for a meaning, for an answer to her pain? She thinks of the family she left behind, of the comrades lost, of the vengeance exacted on behalf of both. In a way, she understands what drove Fandaniel to the ends he went. She can’t forgive him, but she understands. She can’t forgive him, but Hermes isn’t him. Not yet. And even if he doesn’t understand it, doesn’t understand why, if it can bring him a little solace now, then —

          ❛ I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. ❜

                                                          𓆩❀𓆪

#scionitics #endwalker spoilers * #❀ IC : ALL 「 物語 」 duty commenced. #❀ IC : VERSE 「 物語 」 chapter vi.i ❛ a tale of ends. #UNHINGES MY JAW AND PTERODACTYL SCREECHES AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS #do not perceive my rapid tense swapping i'm borderline delusional with sleepiness rn

[chaosleads]

@scionitics​ inquired within:      ❛ you tempted my selfishness and my pride at once. ❜ / yeets this your way from graha!

𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈  𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐊

― 🜺 ―  " I've a habit of doing such, having the experience of dealing with your kind. And what shall you do about it? Give in to temptation and toss away your pride? Preserve your selflessness and give up what you desire? Go forevermore never knowing the answers I offer? I've already told you, Exarch, forgoe your pride and embrace your selfishness and I can tell you any and all you wish to know. "    

#scionitics #scionitics ( graha ) #🜃 | Of Chaos and Immeasurable Burden | MAIN #answered #aaaaaaaaa #listen listen listen i love the kind of dynamic these two have and id love to plot with them?? #esp because graha is so old for a non-ascian like #yuh i wanted more interaction between them in the cutscenes too ; n ;

[solvina-archive]

“ Will you still love me? Even when sun and moon no longer align? Will you take me for my all, will you? “ / hades says hello to his wife in another life ~

let it be namesake :  this grief,  outpouring.  he has flayed her open,  stomach to throat.  the damage is long since done.  she does not know how to mend this pain,  how to sew it back up without furthering the wound.  she remembers everything,  and none of it matters.  try as she might,  this is the path that they have been ordained.  she shall walk it.

that he would dare ask anything of her,  when he is standing there with her blood on his hands.  

“  would you ask it of me?  “  her voice smooth and soft,  a low tone,  like a secret she is trapping between them.  deceptive is the soft curve of her mouth,  the light which spills forth from her,  ever-present.  if only she could purge this softness from her chest;  if only she could grapple onto something cold and harsh,  to turn her cheek and leave him waiting and wanting.  he is nothing to her  --  a tombstone,  marking the place she had died.

(  if only,  if only;  things are not so simple.  buried beneath the rage is all the love that has turned red inside her  ).

“  my love,  no matter what?  “  a slow approach.  she disguises it well beneath the flowers,  but she can be poisonous,  when the mood strikes.  she can hunt.  she can howl.  her cards are close to her chest,  but that makes them no less deadly.  “  is that what you would demand?  “

he is far too tall in this body.  she alters it  --  fists a hand in his collar and pulls him down,  pink flushed petals in her terribly soft smile.

“  yes,  hades.  yes.  i will love you through it all.  “  tender,  her hand touches his hair,  slides through.  a familiarity wrought in sorrow.  the poetry of her is all barbed.  “  and when the time comes,  be assured :  i shall cry over your grave.  “

#scionitics #( 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 ) seti. #u ATTACK miette???? #U ATTACK MIETTE WITH BASTARD???

[tartarusdwelt-a]

[braid]  your  muse  braids  my  muse’s  hair. / kor with alisaie

ASSORTED WORD PROMPTS // accepting. @scionitics​

          OLD HABITS WERE HARD TO KILL, this she realised after a time. They faded and peeled like old weatherboard; bereft of paint, they were not the most beautiful, yet they served their purpose all the same. With practice, or a loving hand, the wear and tear could be smoothed away – restored, not replaced – to a near replica of what used to be.

          THE HAIR BETWEEN HER FINGERS wasn’t wavy, nor was it crimson red. But it was beautiful as it reflected in the light, and she wove it delicately into place. ❝I am nearly done if you can hold a second,❞ she scolded with a sisterly affection, feeling the restlessness lingering just beneath the other’s skin. Patience was seldom Alisaie’s forte, but she could be proud of how she endured. With one hand reaching to her mouth to tug the elastic between her thumb and forefinger, she began to tie it into place.

          IT WASN’T COMMON FOR HER TO LINGER IN SMALL INTIMACIES. She kept a iron gate over her heart and a stone wall for new arrivals. But there was something homely about this moment – of two girls who seldom showed themselves fully finding refuge in the other.

          ❝THERE. IT KINDA LOOKS LIKE SHIT, but it’s better than what Alphinaud could manage.❞ 

#scionitics #「 ♛ 」𝙆𝙊���𝙀𝙏 / when you inhale I fill your lungs. #this was rly cute to write heLLO