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[divelsi]

from a while back, was avoiding studying for finals 8”)..

#❀:comrades #❀:for flowers

[divelsi]

:: arabxsque ::

      ♫♪…Since her arrival has Olivia noticed Inigo, watched as he danced with different partners and glided across the floor. No one has ever moved so beautifully as he, it is no question to her that it is her son whose face hides behind intricate silver and his brand of so-called honeyed words. He has always hidden his gift from her, from the world, but it seems that under this ruse, he is carefully complacent to shed such reservations and so freely sweep and swing to music that sounded pronounced and sweetly into the air. She wishes to waltz with him, to share a dance when she taught him so much and retained such great pride in his ability and the beauty of his movements. She has danced her whole life but his ability remains somewhat beyond her comprehension and it is gracious as a gift to her.

     When he parts from the mass of those who twirled and conversed with such bubbly energy, hid away from the crowd, it was all she could to to follow and see if she might be able to catch a moment of her son’s time, to ask first hand to see how much he had learned of ballroom dances from the posture and placement to each form for each moment of movement. Of course, without facing her, when her presence is recognized, is he himself, or the man he has learned to project upon her words to him in another time. Ever does she blame herself and her lack of confidence for his views of shortcomings regarding himself. It is a failure on her part, a shame, that a son she loves more than the wide world thinks so little of himself.

      ❝Inigo? I- I did not want to intrude upon your night but I have longed to see what you have retained and practiced recently. I wanted to share a waltz with you but this is a special night so I guess you might not want to dance with me.❞ It had taken so long for him to open up to her, to let her see him dance, but as the sun beat down on the earth, she had smiled just as bright watching him.

      ❝You have looked so beautiful out there all night. I am so proud of you.❞

         { ❀ } — "--Mother?" 

         It is only then that any trace of false pride fails him, umber hues widening and voice catching in his throat the very instant her voice reaches his ears--much younger, perhaps, still untouched by age yet laced with the gentleness he'd taken comfort in far too many times as a boy. For a moment Inigo believes it to be none but a cruel fabrication of his behalf as his head swarms with doubt toward what he'd deem the impossible, though the warmth of familiarity is enough cause for him to turn his head and see just how wrong such an idea might be.

         Gold. Clad in brilliant gold which easily accents tresses of pale rose that could belong to none other than Olivia, the woman Inigo esteemed so highly above others. For so long had he believed he'd never see her again nor hear her tender words, deeming such to be what was best for a timeline in which he didn't belong. Yet there she stood, in this place, and he couldn't help the slight tremble nor overwhelming relief that washed over his being at the sight of her-- Safe.

         Though it is those same words, her praise, that now leave Inigo so terribly red-faced and stunned into a mortified silence. The very idea that Olivia of all people had been watching whilst he'd been so out of practice and careless was enough to stir up such painful embarrassment as arms would fold over one another to grasp the fabric of either sleeve and lips would twist into an expression of a somewhat timid reservation. 'I don't dance' is what he'd wish to say, yet he could view such a blatant lie only as cowardice. Inigo instead forces a slight smile through his uncertainty--a terrible habit, really--in an attempt to obscure the sharp intake of breath and slight tremble in his voice as he speaks.

          "Mother, I-- What a.. a silly thing for you to think." For Olivia to harbor the idea that Inigo holds a mere ball in higher regard than her own happiness leaves a terrible taste on his tongue--Guilt, perhaps, due to his selfish distance that might have brought forth such a line of thinking, for her value to him was no question. "..It would be an honor, I just..."

ᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ;

#{ wEEPS NO MM OM u cant be proud of me i will n ot allow it i aM UNWORHTY #I AM EVEN A MONTH LATE } #arabxsque #❀:mother dearest #❀:citta verse

[divelsi]

♚ :: my drafts have starkly diminished to only two (i think) plus an additional starter i've yet to write for someone else, so... consider this an ad! please like this post for a mini that will likely be no longer than a paragraph and I'll set the cap at three! but feel more than welcome to drop me an ask if you'd like to plot or do something longer!

#❀:outoflines #ca rp ad #i'll hopefully get to all of these within the next three to four days depending on how much time i have!! #also new icons that i actually sort of like?? woahhh

[divelsi]

when is it ok to cry during a war

#❀:depiction #❀:for flowers #❀:comrades

[divelsi]

ᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ;

          { ❀ } — The eve of the winter ball had come upon all of them with the sol intention of bringing joy and pleasure to those who'd received an invitation, and Inigo had never been one to stray far from fully delving into what any such occasion would offer. He couldn't recall having attended many in his past, nor had he seen such a vast amount of people all crowded into one place more than just a few times. From what he could remember, there hadn't truly been time to host or partake in such events had there even been enough abundance of life or joy to do so. Now it would all make for a pleasant change and it was one he dare not waste.

          He'd kept himself quite busy, and already was the mercenary suffering from fatigue due to that night's advances--Though it certainly wasn't something he couldn't handle. In truth he'd found himself surprised by how easily he'd convinced few others to share a dance, and what evoked even more surprise was his ability and confidence in doing so in the first place. It was the atmosphere, perhaps, or it was instead due to the idea that maybe he wouldn't draw so much attention to himself amongst a throng of people all partaking in the same; waltzes and simple duets, though it was not what he truly wished to practice.

           Cautiously does a slim hand rise to adjust the silver mask--A veil he couldn't efficiently hide behind--that so sharply contrasts the ebony that frames it whilst he moves deeper within the halls of the museum in pursuit of some peace-- some privacy. Still can he clearly hear the music from the ballroom reverberating along the walls, now a much sweeter melody than before that would bring forth a distant memory-- And it's gone just as soon as it had come.

            Then he hears it-- The gentle tap of footsteps coming from behind and a sudden tremor runs through him almost as though he'd been caught doing what he hadn't even begun. He doesn't turn, however, and instead hands find his hips as he breathes an easy laugh that conceals and betrays his hesitance.

           "Now, now--No need to be shy! Care to share what I'm to expect from one who appears unannounced?"

arabxsque

#{ SLAMS THIS DOWN AT THE LAST MINUTe #it's not as great as i'd hoped but?? i hope it works?? } #ca!masquerade #arabxsque

[divelsi]

Because I love Inigo and subsequently, his mother too!

/takes advantage of arty mood

#❀:depiction #❀:mother dearest #❀:for flowers

[divelsi]

:: softlyslxwly ::

  THIS IS MY SON AND NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE HIM BECAUSE HE IS MINE

NUMBER ONE MOTHURRRRRRRR

#softlyslxwly #mooooooooooommy #{ weeps your new icons are so pretty }

[divelsi]

          { ❀ } — Inigo tilts his glass, hiding an expression of mild distaste the moment he takes a sip from what he'd been told was wine. It wasn't nearly as strong as that he'd tasted back in his own realm, nor could it compare to an ale. Though the fact that it held a mild spark wasn't something he'd deny, he didn't find it nearly as savory as he thought he ought to, and for a moment he thinks of setting the glass down in abandon before instead opting to give the liquid within a bit of a swish. Whatever happened to fine taste?

          Clicking his tongue he leans backward against a table, a palm delicately runs along its surface as he turns to the fellow nearest to him as he narrowly raises his glass in acknowledgement. Quick is a light grin to surface, however, as he moves to make idle conversation as he takes one more sip from his vapid beverage.

          "What might a dapper fellow like yourself be doing standing about alone like this, hmm? Could it be...that you're waiting for someone? A ravishing maiden perhaps?"

themagehero

#themagehero #{ this is LATE and i apologize;;; } #❀:citta verse #ca!masquerade

[divelsi]

          { ❀ } — Lost in his head, he was, for the occasion was brimming with all Inigo thought a man could ever dream of enjoying at once; it almost seemed too vast and brilliant an occasion for one to enjoy alone. The laughter, the music, the dancing, the drink-- The women, all adorned in the most stunning dresses and jewels that he he'd ever laid eyes upon. Truly, it was too much to bear, and yet it kept him on his toes; attentive.

          Adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, there would be a quick drum of fingertips along his own wrist as brown eyes would flare about, taking in as much detail as he could manage from the many masked faces crowding the room. Interesting characters, they seemed to be, and the added air of mystery would certainly only serve to further entice him to ask a lady for a dance. Though already had his sights been set upon a certain woman dressed in various shades of violet, face well hidden behind the disguise as all guests, including himself, were bearing. Inigo is quick to approach her from accross the room, revealing a warm smile as he'd near and extend a calloused hand in her direction with fingertips curled in invitation.

          "Surely this stunning woman doesn't plan on spending the night alone, does she? I can think of no greater tragedy-- And it is one I wish to help avoid, if I may." There's a polite bow of the dancer's head as he steps back, gesturing towards the dance floor with his free arm as his smile broadens. "Perhaps you'll indulge me in a dance, my lady?"

pararmour

#pararmour #{ sorry for the delay!! but i do hope this is something you can work with!! }

[divelsi]

CA WINTER MASQUERADE :: INIGO

#ca masquerade #{ this may be my only chance to put inigo in a cravat so i'll take it #btw he wouldn't be wearing a blazer which is why it's so simple #and?? i really wanted something that would contrast well with his dark hair h a h a

[divelsi]

:: effulgesque ::

          ☼ || ❝Tea sounds perfect!❞ She agrees, mood excelling at the thought of having something warm in her system. ❝If you know a nice place, I’ll let you lead the way to it and we can have some together if you want.❞ It was her experience, though incredibly minor, that meals and such were better enjoyed in company. A cup of tea should be no different.

       { ❀ } — "What a brilliant idea, my lady! And it would be a pleasure to treat you to some— Even accompanied with a slice of cake, if you so desire!" Quick is he to sweeten his invitation as he offers an arm, any negative thought or further complaint of brisk weather forgotten and replaced with a glint of a smile. "Some teas are best enjoyed with dessert, after all."

#effulgesque #{ oh definitely! #rapunzel is so cute though holy cow }

[divelsi]

               ’Cause we’re all just кι∂ѕ

                         who grew up way too ｆａｓｔ. . .

#❀:whispers

[divelsi]

:: pararmour ::

His hopes are for naught— though while Kjelle notices, she mentions nothing of it, simply takes satisfaction at shaking his composure. It isn’t as if she doesn’t think Inigo is… an alright person, most of the time. But the flirting…. It’s decidedly enough to detract from any sort of pleasantness he may display, or any consideration to his skill that she might take. Eyes narrowing at his speech, she only scoffs, and quite without warning, extends her lance out to press against the underside of his chin.                          “How true can any love from you be, Inigo, if it makes no real                  difference to you to whom you proclaim it?”        There is a vague, subtle threat in her words, along with the accusation of his disingenuous words. Kjelle is not the woman whose emotions should be treated quite so lightly, regardless of whether or not she pays any mind to his meaningless flirtations. 

                        “A few words of advice, though whether or not you’ll take it is                 entirely up to you— no woman wants to be one of a multitude of faces                 that you flirt with. It’s impossible to take you seriously, and in all truth,                 It lends no credibility to your declarations of emotion if you say the                 same to every girl you come across. Especially not if they were within                 earshot of the last girl you declared your love to, you idiot.” 

          { ❀ } — Ah, how his heart would race and soon catch in his throat the very instant her lance --though wooden-- would threaten to pierce his skin. Expect the unexpected he would chide himself time and time again, though that hardly seemed to be the case right then. And for a moment did feel Inigo a tickle of fear, though perhaps the only thing he truly need be afraid of was a splinter. Or so he'd hoped-- He swallows thickly, eyebrows pinched as he lets out a rueful laugh.

          Closed lids would part as mahogany pools were downcast to her weapon, lips pursed in silent contemplation as fingertips would move to press against it as if he held the intention of moving it aside. But he would instead expel a defeated sigh, lips pulling back to further reveal a muted smile.

          "Perhaps you're right." Those words make something twist in his stomach for a moment as that smile falters and fades, though he recovers and this time takes a cautious step back. "But... Mmm. I can't imagine anything more tragic than a man incapable of inspiring a little jealousy." There's a sudden light in his eyes as he catches himself, however, and --with what he feels is his life on the line-- is quick to dramatically add, "Ah...! But I shall take your words to heart, my lady, for a woman's wisdom is law!"

#pararmour #❀:kjelle #{ inigo ur treading on thin ice }

[divelsi]

          { ❀ } — ”Not a dance, but a ball? It sounds to me like an …ahem… appropriate setting for romance, if not simply a chance to lead a lady or two in a waltz.”

#{ the idea if a maquerade is so cool i just had to jump in #and inigo dancing with girls?? teaching them to dance?? having them stomp on his toes?? #please stomp on his toes } #submission #ca masquerade

[divelsi]

THANK YOU AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

     The holiday season for me, as well as for others, is a time for family and friends of all kinds. It is for giving, cheer, and laughter. Not everyone celebrates the same holidays or holds the same opinions and values but everyone on this list is someone who means something to me. On this list are people I am proud to call close friends, people who I sparse speak with but still manage to light up my day, and people who I do not know at all but who I still adore and will approach in time, certainly. Thank you to each and every one of you for all your support not only with this blog (and my one million others) but for helping make this hobby one worth keeping around. Know that even if you are not on this list, you are greatly appreciated and you are special. Happy Holidays to all! <3

THE KINGS AND QUEENS

     These are the folks who have stood by me for a long time. Friends I hold dear that probably know all too well how often I gush about them. Too bad if you don’t like it because it is going to happen again right now. These are friends who I talk with often, write with frequently, and adore so much. I cannot imagine this community without them. Hover over the crowns for messages.

archestry /  enveigle ♕ handsomeleague ♕ loveslargebananas ♕ cupkekie / edealy ♕ maskedrxder / koraavas ♕ fatesresignation ♕ dipendette / cavaliette ♕ genrouzan ♕

THE VALIANT KNIGHTS

Those who I have started to grow close to or have always lingered there and admired but never quite gotten closer. You are all people I love and yearn to know better both in writing and in friendship. Never let it slip your mind that this mega nerd loves you all a lot. <3

huxngdi ♘ iuravitx / iustitae ♘ geminaextactics ♘ winkchain ♘ winterbuns ♘ restorance ♘ sanguinetactics ♘ eyebrand ♘ iniquitas ♘ steelhart / invadxrlum ♘ hymnbound ♘ whorxifying / exultatione ♘ plegiandarkmage ♘ traitoriisms ♘ kouyuus ♘ resonater ♘ divelsi ♘ fluerea ♘ forensiclove ♘ arthurus ♘ unseenseal / abdicet ♘ untamedkitsunen ♘ nanami-kami ♘ loquensexflores

dePAWNdent on you

     Awful puns aside given that I refuse to call any of you my pawns but it fits with my dumb chess theme… I don’t know you guys too well but you matter a lot to me. You are great writers and seem like magnificent people but we’ve yet to start stepping towards friendship. You matter no less than anyone above, you all matter a lot and I hope we all have the chance to get to know each another better.

kreissxmas ♙ txcitus ♙ giiingerbread ♙ xdosei ♙ backlacebitch ♙ enlxght ♙ dividia ♙ ofhealings ♙ schneeun ♙ jixnchi ♙ edhelernil ♙ sparefleurs ♙ lumierx ♙ veilled ♙ novaruum ♙ hiotsukeru ♙ grishildr ♙ horosuru ♙ gaiafleur ♙ bladeblooded ♙ innovteur ♙ winteirs

ART CREDIT

#❀:saved! #{ oh GOSH #paps your face #than k you this is really sweet i can't believe i saw it this late }

[divelsi]

:: ambitixsus ::

divelsi

          To say that she was unhappy to see him wouldn’t be quite right, but then again..she wasn’t too enthusiastic that he’d been brought here either. ❝ Oh, Inigo. How lovely to see you here. ❞ evident sarcasm is apparent as she speaks, though it shouldn’t be taken to heart.

          ❝ Are you still trying to ‘win the hearts of fair maidens’ or whatever it is that you do? ❞

        { ❀ } — "You're a ravishing sight yourself, Severa," would come the dancer's reply, laced with the undertones of flattery whilst fingers combed through his stygian fringe. The harsh timbre wouldn't go unnoticed, of course, yet it had been so terribly long since he'd last been the target of her scorn it was welcomed.

        "Ah-- But of course! For any woman to grace me with her smile is a sight I've yet to compare to any other." Lips press into a short smirk, though, as he extends an arm to motion to the girl with the full grace of practiced movements-- Certainly a result of his covert performances. "Aside from yours, my dear. Though do tell me, how have you been fairing?"

#{ please accept this frivolous loser } #ambitixsus #❀:severa #❀:citta verse

[divelsi]

:: effulgesque ::

          ☼ || ❝It’s been freezing for days, I don’t understand how people even enjoy this cold weather. I can barely feel my feet half the time.❞ 

        { ❀ } — "...Brr--" With aburn hues turned to the sky, gloved palms rubdown both arms in an attempt to warm himself through friction. "Then perhaps some tea will do us both some good."

#{ possibly the subtlest he can possibly be #i hope it's alright to reply to this!! ; v ; } #effulgesque #❀:citta verse