@aIIuring
⠀⠀⠀⠀`` ....what is it? what do you want. "
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜ꨄ︎ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @lostclause ) 〝 am i not allowed to show basic concern? i only asked as a way to look out for a fellow wanderer ＂
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⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜ꨄ︎ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @horrorific ) calliope's expression shifted into one of concern at now noticing the current state of the brunette, her usual playfulness being dropped in favor of carefully gathering the other into her arms〝 think of me as a friend who just wants to help you. that being said, do you have a room i can take you to? ＂ her tone was gentle as soft wings gently wrapped around eugene to keep him standing upright
heaving chest left his lips parted, the billow of labored breaths paired with a dazed inquiry. ⠀˝ ahhn.. ʷʰᵒ? who are you? ˝ ⠀failing to recognize the latter, his figure leant for support, the need for contact burns. ⠀˝ please.. please help me? ˝
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜ꨄ︎ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @horrorific ) 〝 haha, you keep stumbling around that it makes me wonder whether or not you'll trip over air ＂ the pinkette lightly teased while leaning over on the brunette's side to see his expression〝 oh? no no, don't look this way silly~ ＂ said before a hand was raised to hover over eugene's eyes at noticing we was about to look at her
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ㅤㅤ ⠀ெْ࣮ ㅤ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ᵃ⠀⠀⠀᭙ℯℯ℘ⁱꪀꁅ⠀⠀⠀ Շₐꪶℯ
︶︶︶︶︶ㅤshe was sculpted with marble as
an embodiment of beauty. features so soft
you wouldn't think she was made of stone at
first glance. she's trapped in this perpetual
state of want: whether to be seen or not, to
be heard or not. her voice is what tempts
others ultimately to look her way, yet the
eyes of them not what she seeks. how are
you to be acquainted with one who can't
fully talk back? is her purpose only meant to
be seen as a sculpted masterpiece and
nothing more? the alluring songs of which
she weeps tell tales about this internal
struggle she faces. what else can she do
aside from that after all?
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oh my! are you truly real?! may i.... may i? ⠀⁽⠀hands paus midway, digits outstretched out of excitement as the anticipation she grew.⠀⁾
eh....??! ⠀ ⁽⠀in utter shock, the author's pupils constrict──plum lips ajar. she couldn't believe it, was this simply a dream? this charming knight has kissed her hand! it profusely made isadora squeal silently.⠀⁾ ⠀ oh my goodness, where are my manners—- ⠀⁽⠀shortly after her.. fanatic moment, the brunette smiles and greets him formally.⠀⁾ ⠀ indeed, the pleasure is mine.
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @verdantines ) i am standing in front of you, aren't i [ the knight let out an amused chuckle before taking a gentle hold of one of isadora's outstretched hands — a kiss later being set on the back of her palm with a smile afterwards ] it's a pleasure to finally meet such a renowned person as yourself miss isadora
i'm sorry my dear, even i do not know the whereabouts of mariposa. i've been also wondering, she hasn't responded to my letters.
noting the wistful air of the knight, isadora clasped both gloved hands. ⠀” not to fret, my dear. we could visit her library, how does that sound? splendid yes? i am certain that we're to find hints of her whereabouts. ” ⠀proposed the author, and the question spurred her on. ⠀” but of course! we are very, very close. she's one of my.. inspirations. ”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @verdantines ) ah, that's unfortunate.. [ the blond said as his hopeful demeanor seemed to slightly dim at hearing the writer's response ] and letters? did the two of you always write to each other?
there you aree! have you seen markus anywhere? hm, lately he has been avoiding me.. how odd.
”⠀yes, well.. that poor boy, i worry about him.⠀” ⠀ a frown etched her appearance, hand pressed to her cheek in solemn wonder. ⠀ ”⠀he's still trying to familiarize his surroundings, and i can't help but think it is my fault for the avoidance.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @verdantines ) what a nice surprise it is to see you miss isadora. as for markus, i've unfortunately haven't seen him either. is there a reason why you're looking for him?
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ' THE BLUE ROSE KNIGHT '
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a novel written by mauve
⠀ ⠀ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭04. ⠀[ PROJECT :
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ALEXANDRIA ]
the alexandria project is one created by mariposa herself in collaboration with other mirror holders to retrieve any information or memories regarding idrila that other beings may hold and turn those very thoughts into books. a grand library of boundless knowledge (with her as the appointed owner), is a place one can go to seek the information they're looking for regarding a certain person.
using the culmination of fragments from the group of cooperating mirror holders including mariposa herself, a hidden pocket dimension was created that in turn is able to reflect the binding location of the library that was created within it. if the beholder is a seeker of infinite knowledge, its "beauty" shall then be reflected and revealed to them, thus granting entry into the library.
those who have enough of a desire in desperate search to find a loved one or the secrets another holds has the opportunity to be invited to the library to seek out their respective page(s) and learn about their whereabouts so long as they have nothing else to lose. though this comes with a great cost: one's determination is to be measured in the act of combat in order to prove their tenacity, with failing resulting in the participant themself to be turned into a page of their own and therefore archived into the mass collection of books that tower in height within the vast library.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭note: media inspiration for "the alexandria project" is from project moon's library of ruina
⠀ ⠀ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭03. ⠀[ AUTHOR :
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ MARIPOSA 'MAUVE' ]
is the author of "the blue rose knight" along with many of her other popular books. she is a mirror holder that loves storytelling and used it as a distraction from her duties as one, eventually deciding to publish her works for the public to see. all her books follow the same premise of having an ending that is left up to the interpretation of its readers — her believing in the freedom and beauty of choice rather than being tied down to one single fate. this concept of somewhat non-linear storytelling has led to her works being a constant center of attention when brought up in discussion by fans, one conclusion rarely being agreed upon due to varying opinions.
she kept her private and work lives separate — her identity and appearance even remaining unknown to this day by most. she's only referred by her pen name 'mauve', with talks of her feats still lingering despite what people speculate happened to her. whether she died or disappeared, it still holds up to be a reoccurring hot topic due to her sudden radio silence of online presence.
⠀ ⠀ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭ ꯭02. ⠀[ PROTAGONIST :
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ AUDRIC LOEWE ]
is a fictional and main character of the book "the blue rose knight" written by 'mauve'. suffering a curse him along with the kingdom of verdantia were given, the task issued by the king was to set out on a journey along with his fellow comrades to find the culprit and cure for this overgrowing curse. it's commonly known by the people of verdantia that the flower which is to inhabit one's body isn't random, and is instead linked to the associated flower of one's birth month. any neglect to one's own health or self-care results in the parasite-like curse festering and overgrowing inside the body, leading to an unbearably slow and eventual death.
but this knight's tale was abruptly cut short — being seemingly left unfinished by his author with no clear ending as to how it will conclude. this incomplete feeling left an indescribable hollowness inside him — wanting to find out where his creator had gone and to ask them why his story was left unfinished. this gaining of awareness alongside his wish had eventually became enough of a source of power to bring him into the real world of planarcadia, now walking among the people as an entity of similar origins to what the imagenae are, in a newly-appointed and continued search for the answers he seeks.
ʿʿ is your hidden eye injured? ʾʾ
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fatends ) huh, audric wasn't expecting sì fēi to actually respond back, even moreso to hear that he didn't deny his remark. the blond blinked a couple of times before clearing his throat at being taken aback, a faint flush appearing on his face as he rubbed at the nape of his neck〝 ah, figures that's the reason you asked. i'd be more than willing to being your sparring partner if that's what you'd like ＂
ʿʿ i do. ʾʾ ⠀it was.. likely one of the good things written about his character. liking scars, even wounds.. he scoffs at a memory. ⠀ʿʿ i remembered something from the story i was in. and─╌again, i'm curious. i wanted to ask you to spar with me. ʾʾ
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fatends ) 〝 is it that you find another person's scars to be an attractive characteristic then? ＂ he asked with a faintly teasing smile despite knowing what the other had meant. he moreso just asked as a way to sidetrack the conversation〝 and though it's not my personal weapon of choice, i'm still quite adept at using one. why do you ask? ＂
ʿʿ i don't get you, nor my creator .. joining that ‘phantasmoon games’. ʾʾ
his response had gotten him to think for a moment. he taps his chin, followed by an audible sigh. ⠀ʿʿ i'm rather envious. ʾʾ ⠀admits the ravenette. ⠀ʿʿ i'd rather have that, than a finished storyline. ʾʾ
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fatends ) the blond's head nodded in agreement before he fell briefly silent at sì fēi's question〝 that, i'm not entirely sure of. my story was left incomplete, with no signs of my creator to be found thus far ＂
ʿʿ you should, although she is a very complex individual. ʾʾ ⠀judging by that statement, it must be for his own issues as well.. he doesn't even know if she could be trusted. ʿʿ where is your creator, if i may ask? ʾʾ