tiiamate:

—- Step forth; step forth into that holy shrine. Haste was what your feet needed! After all, she wished to be f r e e d , to walk, to fly and breathe. Yearned for all this, like mortal lungs for air whilst water entered lethally. But recognize the reservedness in her eyes; for no word of drive broke through ceramic teeth.

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        These explored hallways throbbed in aquamarine radiance and in perfect synchronization with the rhythm of a heartbeat. Whose heart, you ask? – – That of a star. For one single second would it skip though - therefore, shades prevailed until a wave of blue mirrored the purpose of lighting once more. This certain philter for preference that dropped from him, it fell into a hole of ignorance for good. Our liege, he says. Ah; he’s playful, this Ardyn— what a treat to talk to; we must say. His humor, not typical for lucian men. However; thy tongue must be wary towards Karma, dear.” – Almost hurtful was the fact, that the deity of waters held a conversation the last, before eons into nothing passed ( talks that were not filled with the quivers of intimidation, of course. ) But even longer, since the reflex of serenity snapped across surroundings. Yes. She laughed. In this very moment. And he had brought it to her. Regardless of the illusion she presented herself as. ‘twas just amusing how this masculine figure tried to grasp the snappishness of a celestial creation. 

      It took however not much of a moment until filigree vibration stained the Hydraeans vocal cords. As much as the will to phrase one smitten response after the other; something folded out of place by the mention of this brother of his. Why did the goddess believe, that her ears caught a crestfallen undertone beneath the males vocals?

      He’s a riddle already; not too much differing from her. 

     “Yet hear this: To us, the chosen is delivered as the true king of light; no nation or castle. And in no way describing the position as a ruler: But as one to bring cure and hope, to banish the toxin that brings ultimate darkening upon the sky. A sickness planted by the shameful madness of astral fingers. A crown is not worn and not needed. Yet a KING nonetheless the chosen is; placed above any other. For he has the HEART of one, and not a shimmering piece that crests his head. Thus; the title is neither bothering nor… irking. But Trust… See; such is a tree; and names will be its roots. That is why it was inquired.”
and was it up to the tree’s carers, if it might die or live for a while.

       You will need this t r u s t to call for your Hydraean when in danger,
           – you silly man.

      “Thou have guessed the correctness of our name already. Tiamate suits thy voice the best. ‘The Leviathan’ leaves a sour taste upon our tongue as of late. The use of Tia thou may dare, when not falling into fear and the urge of constant correction.” So… eventually never. This cruel play tugged on one corner of her mouth to push it up to cheek. Behold: the walls reflected her hymns; but no longer were they of the metallic onyx color but slowly transmitted into frosted white the more steps were taken, the more stairs were climbed down. Just as white as her image, yet still drowned into enough shadows, that details of ornaments could remain unseen with ease. “Do not walk blind now. Go to the right.” was her command, softness neutralized. She could feel a shard’s presence nearby. What a crooked situation; when they were on a hunt for parts that once were hers. 

a mute commotion undulates the foundation of architecture, vespers of theology surging, revelling, and dispersing amongst the walls. archaic structures, voiceless yet eloquent in their demonstrating the goddess’s temperament, humbly covet his necessity of movement. if he is to wander, he must entrust; if he is to liberate, he must commune. the likes of which both rely on an endearing contract with tongue of a celestial. ‘ tia is more cocky than she would ever seek to let on . there’s an accommodating tease to her as well , or is she merely flattering my attempt at her nature ? what a tricky one , you are — ’

enthralled by his visceral reflex to charm when in the presence of the unknown, or else to hypnotize that of a dismembered legacy ( a siren manacled to the depths ), is illustrated by that of nebulous amusement from atmosphere’s contribution. she speaks of karma, tastes his provocation of the myth, and perturbs the rhythmic parallels of scenic grandeur with fault of ocean’s heart. his playfulness hosts dominance of its measure if only for a moment, but to what end does the walls reflect the calibration of the goddess’s emotion? a nucleus of stars — swathed beneath the seas, and annealed by its remorselessness — could it be so soon that her waters fall under siege? by a mortal man? foolishness permits the conjecture; a silhouette of her laughter covert in its dispute.

rueful nibble of lower lip underscores humility of introduction to his brother. frankness of her retort, imploring a suppression within him undisclosed to that of his own psychology, affirms the cosmos’s partiality, conviction, and allegiance to that which was chosen. not a brother of inheritance, legitimized by the breadth of his jurisdiction, but a savior — shrouded by the aethers and courted by the heavens. a piety unrivalled in all of solheim’s history befell his hands as he grasped eternity, and assumed his fate. neither trepidation nor vanity could be found within the pages written of his ceremony, though ardyn nears a state of holy reputation. the people would sooner see a crown atop his head, the elder brother — but usurping has never been an objective of his selflessness. long may he reign, the healer of mankind. and long may he be supported by his kin.

henceforth, the pleasantry of ‘ tiamate ’ hinges on fondness of breath. the syllables of its mellifluous taste, a potion of his advance to the divine, ferment a muddled excitement within confidence. she presents passage, an exotic brilliance of silver hues frosting halls’ composition. staircase goads exploration, an alacrity within ankles following pursuit of her direction. ‘ do not walk blind , she says — well i’m afraid you’ve made this rather difficult , tia , given the splendour of your home . ’

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“ —— and to what will i bring myself toward if i go right ? our first juncture of honesty ? what of the left — ? irritation , i gather . ” obedience conveys resumption, appendages flirting amongst gravity as he strokes hieroglyphic fissures. luminosity evades his touch, pulsating amidst frigidity of colors as though he were an infection, when in truth the labyrinth’s entirety orbits his presence. fibres of the universe curtain his extremities, amber hues glancing over shoulder as he persists the length of the wall. “ am i ——— getting warmer ? ”

 

allow me

❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

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Ardyn Izunia
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