#the aeles and spira

[jewelofnihilum]

🐦  if he got a problem then we got a problem, thas my mufuggin best friend go bestie go 

#twitter #toallthebabychild #the aeles and spira #sol y luna #until every sun burns out

[jewelofnihilum]

The ophidian's law is an ancient one. A primeval song, the rhythm and tempo of which we all know by heart. It is a song that has been carved into our muscles--etched into our bones by the hammer and chisel of nature itself. The strong survive and the weak perish. It is the simple, uncontested truth of all things. If it so happens that any one of you doubted the legitimacy of this truth, I have come here today to raise you the paragon of this prehistoric hymn. Bear witness to the siren who lived in fire--the tigress who swallowed the waves, a queen kissed by starlight and soon an empress embraced by umbrae. I raise you Summer, Spira of the starless empire, jewel of Nihilum.

@starlessyonder​

#the aeles and spira #sol y luna #until every sun burns out #the spira #the jewel of nihilum

[jewelofnihilum]

🐦

can couples have mottos? 

can fuck around & find out be me and ems???

#the aeles and spira #sol y luna #until every sun burns out #purrs #tweets

[jewelofnihilum]

Breathless

The rain is relentless.

Dios mío, the sound of it... It pounds on her bruised skin with a persistent noise that challenges her already-waning sanity, but she can feel the wheeze in her breaths without having to hear it. Her cheek rests on the rough alien “wood” of her “raft,” if it can be called that, a few scraps of porous veneer that she’s pulled together with the ripped threads of her rapidly shrinking tank top that offers not one ounce of warmth against the cold.  

The “waves” approach so gradually that the their roar hides behind the rain. If she doesn’t have time to prepare, to slide achingly off of her little half-floating world and school her weakening breaths before the nightmare reaches her, she’ll end up with belly and lungs both full of water and an hour of coughing and sticking her finger down her throat trying to get it out. 

So she tries desperately to stay awake and watchful, singing every single song she knows, talking to no one, pinching her arms, pulling her hair, biting her tongue until chunks come off... but sometimes, of course, her body betrays her. 

The exhausted Kitten doesn’t fall asleep so much as she los es c onsc iou sness...

 ...

...

It’s the worst-case scenario. 

The roar becomes deafening enough that her dim amber eyes fly open. Her raft is already lurching. The towering wall is there, meters away, looming with its dark terror, so tall that she can’t see the sky. She panics and tries to take a sharp breath of air, but it’s too late. The wave grabs her and flings her up, limbs pendulous, as though she doesn’t have bones at all. It hurts. Whatever air is in her lungs is crushed out of her, and on sheer instinct, unable to help herself, she tries to inhale. The malicious water takes the opportunity to rush into her lungs, and she panics, and she coughs with her body still flying upwards at a speed that should break every bone in her body, and every cough is accompanied by another inhale, and more water, and more coughing, and she’s moving so fast, and it hurts so bad, and she coughs, unable to lift her hands to clutch her throat, more water, another inhal— 

Kitten opens her eyes with a heaving gasp, panting roughly and trembling. Her soft cheek rests on a soft, silk-encased pillow, and she quickly realizes that brown, inked fingers are touching her hand, a rough thumb passing over her knuckles. 

Still weak, still in a considerable amount of pain from her ordeal, she looks up and sees a pair of icy, penetrating eyes looking at her from a considerate but reassuring distance. It’s quiet in the room, blessedly so. There is no rain, no roar. From here, she can see the plates in the iris of his glacial right eye subtly jerking, expanding and contracting, focusing on nothing but her. 

"Buenos días mi princesa," he says, like he always has, every single morning that he’s been there to say it. 

Kitten smiles sleepily, turning her warm hand over to squeeze fingers as a sign that she’s okay. 

The gratitude of being alive, the safety of his presence, the sound of his voice, the rugged gentleness of his hand on hers, the immense adoration she feels for him ... how can she not be left breathless by it? She whispers his name lovingly in response, bringing his fingers to her lips and resting them there. 

#achelous 37 #the aeles and spira #Anonymous

[jewelofnihilum]

"You're so beautiful in ways that I don't even have the words to describe. Looking into your eyes, to me, is like gazing into a totally different world that I never knew even existed—you're a gorgeous enigma, brimming with so many complex emotions that I don't think I'll ever be able to fully comprehend. How can someone so small hold so much kindness and love—it just, baffles me." —@starlessyonder

#the aeles and spira #the spira of the niirt #;rp snippets

[jewelofnihilum]

"I know we've chased a thousand leads, sir..." “And we’ll chase a thousand more if need be.”

@starlessyonder

#achelous 37 #the aeles and spira #sol y luna

[jewelofnihilum]

Youre a queen!? When did that happen i want all the details!

bitch me too the fuck lol es una larga historia but basically im in love with the aeles of nihlium and when ur in love with the aeles of nihium and the aeles of nilium loves u back that makes you the spira

at least in this case i guess!!!! its probably way more jacked than that and im tryin to learn everythin but when i get shook that’s how i look at it! its just love at the end of the day i dont think its totes like bein a queen tho but lbr id be the happiest queen of a fuckin turd if emilio was king of it 👏👏👏

ive even got a thing so i can remember how to spell it!!!! its

nice ice hot ice lemon umbrella mouse

now i gotta figure out how to remember that

shit i spelled it wrong the whole fuckn time ughh i promise im tryin!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭