berylbled - Tumblr blog

[berylbled]

“There is no need to worry. I would not do something as reckless and unproductive as poisoning another person.” Despite everything, she does have a sense of ethics and morals. Even if they do have a tendency to be muddied when convenient. At the very least, she’d have nothing to gain by doing so.

“I am sincerely grateful for your efforts in assisting me.” 

She gratefully accepts the tome from the other, the slightest hint of a smile on her face. That is the appropriate response, isn’t it? At least, it seems to be an appropriate enough response.  “Since you have assisted me, perhaps there is something I may do for you as well.” It’s more of a statement than a question, though her intentions are pure. “Ah, yes. Perhaps I could summarize the book you were reading earlier? I cannot let such graciousness go uncompensated.”

[berylbled]

“Oh my, it is certainly not that sort of personal interest… And it certainly would not be very nice to do so.” 

Amusement dances in her gaze as she observes the other. What sort of wretched creature does the other take her for? Poisoning others? How crass. Though, Beryl supposes, it could be amusing. But she tucks that thought away. It certainly would not help her if she were to voice such a thought out loud. 

“My interest is more medical in nature. There are a number of attributes in poison that serve as a lethal mechanism, but in a more controlled way may provide a therapeutic effect instead.” Beryl tries to smile. “It’s that sort of interest.”

[berylbled]

What color are your angel wings?

Brown Ah, what a privilege to have brown wings. You are the lingering scent of campfire on clothes that just wont go away. You are the joined laughter of friends outside, when everything else is quiet. You are the sound of the turning page of an old book, bought second-hand (there is an inscription you cannot make out, but it is signed with love). You are dried leaves crunched under the foot of a child who has never known such joy. You are lingering kisses on the cheeks of all your friends, and hugs that you hope will never end. You are: Angel of Together

Tagged by: @shallliveoninsong ( ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ tysm!! ) Tagging: idk tbh, steal it from me

[berylbled]

“Indeed, I may have heard such words in times past.” The smallest hint of a smile ghosts across her visage. A token of her amusement in the situation and an attempt to emulate a proper response. “Indeed, they also say that discretion is the better part of valor.”

“I appreciate such sentiments. Whether I prevail or perish, I feel that the journey itself will suffice even if I do not last beyond the gloaming.” She speaks of her potential end calmly. Perhaps it is the only way her search will end.  There’s a brief pause, a contemplation of what words to part with next. 

“I wish the same for you as well. When the dawn breaks for you, I hope the light that graces you is gentle and warm.”

[berylbled]

“It is that one, right over there, bound in leather with the faded lettering.” She leads the other to where the book she’s interested in is, gesturing to the article in question. 

The book itself seems worn, unassuming among the others, but with Beryl’s desire to learn more, her perception seems to almost naturally guide her to find a volume pertaining to such interests. 

“A research paper? Hardly. It is more of a…personal interest.” 

Beryl is unaware of how suspicious her words are, but her fascination with the subject is reflected by the glimmer in her gaze. It's a topic she's rather passionate about, even if her stoicism makes her excitement less apparent.

“You can consider my enthusiasm to be an extension of my hobby in botany.”

[berylbled]

i don't think i'll never be not amused that things like the tags i made for beryl and stuff are all tied to deepest lore™, but beryl's name is literally just Two Rocks I Really Like

anyway, i am around & plan to work on replies & maybe post a couple silly headcanons in between trying to finish up one of the big lore posts...

[berylbled]

Anyways… thinking about how Beryl enjoys the small aspects of being alive. She enjoys things like dressing up or going out somewhere to buy her favorite drink (or, you know, having a favorite anything). Just Beryl enjoying living and its accompanying little joys. 

[berylbled]

“Odd, you say? I cannot deny that.” She’s relieved that he’s taken her words at face value. She certainly intends to not cause harm. Though good intentions are supposedly what paves the path to hell, so who could truly say? 

“Oh, but I am traveling alone.” Though she wonders if one could say she is truly alone. After all, the voices are a constant, extraneous existence, tugging at the threads of her consciousness. Beryl refrains from mentioning the whispers clawing at her skull from within. Certainly, that would be a cause for concern.

“I have fared well thus far and I am, if nothing else, capable of fleeing from danger should it arise.” In a way, that is the only thing that she has been doing. Escaping from some unknown, barely perceivable danger. Though he is correct. There are a number of dangers lurking among the sea of stars. Even so, is it so strange to travel alone? She doesn’t know enough about others to gauge how peculiar the matter is. 

“As for the reason why, I suppose you could say I am…searching for something.”

[berylbled]

“Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to help.” Though she does find it a bit amusing how readily the other discards her book. It must not have been a particularly interesting book or perhaps the one in front of her had little interest in such things in the first place.

“There is a certain book I am trying to reach, but it seems I lack the stature for it.” Perhaps, if Beryl had been of a more ordinary disposition, she may have offered a smile. But she remains as emotionless as ever, despite her best attempt to appear more friendly. 

“It is a volume on deadly poisons.” It does not occur to her that such a topic may be concerning, but she seeks it out of genuine interest. “It would be a pity to not be able to learn more on such a fascinating topic, so I am grateful for your help.”

[berylbled]

Beryl Thoughts

I’ve just been having Beryl on the brain and just thinking about the journey she takes. About the way that she’s hunting after gods, yes, but how she’s also chasing after something else, about how she’s always trying to escape what she had been made to become. The ways in which after she became the Saint she lost all human connection and the ability to relate to others. The way that she knows what love is in a primarily objective capacity, how she had it before being taken away, how she longed for it, how she received love as the Saint in the form of dehumanizing idolatry. The ways she’s been so wronged by nearly everything in her life, that she’s chasing for something to make things right. 

The ways in which she doesn’t realize that she doesn’t have to chase after salvation for the already dead and damned world she still, despite everything, considers home. The way that she’s spent so long suppressing her will, her own desires, that she cannot even perceive the notion that she can simply just live for herself. That she doesn’t see it because she’s been forced to live for others for most of her life, forced to accept that she’s meant to fulfill some greater cosmic destiny and that in accepting it as fact she’s barred herself from the kind of ordinary happiness she so desperately longs for. 

Beryl has no choice but to chase after the gods because she has to be fulfilling something greater than herself. In that chasing after salvation, she’s blinded herself to her own damnation. She can’t even see that she’s become something worse than when she first started. Thinking of the ways she strives for ultimate good, but failing to realize that she herself is not necessarily a good person. 

Just, you know, having Beryl on the brain.

[berylbled]

wrote a lil thing about beryl to jot my thoughts down since i haven't really talked much about her here... but it's too long as disorganized i fear. alas. i am around.

[berylbled]

@shallliveoninsong  ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ’d

She’s trying to reach a book that has caught her interest, yet it seems she has the unfortunate fortune of being too short to be able to reach. Slender fingertips are able to brush against the spine of the book, but she’s not able to fully grasp it. How long has it been that she’s been struggling to acquire the desired tome on her own? Too long. 

With a sharp inhale of breath, the only indication of her annoyance, her gaze pans the area. She decides to approach the first individual her eyes meet. 

“Ah, excuse me.” She approaches, her voice as flat and emotionless as her expression. Her gaze is equally void of any humanity, something flickering therein for just a moment, unnerving, unnatural. But it remains for only a fleeting moment, dissipating with the next spoken syllable.

“May I trouble you for some assistance? It will be but a moment of your precious time.”

[berylbled]

@bishonenprince  ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ’d 

It is one of those nights where the voices in her head clamor incessantly, each thought layering and rippling over the other. Her mind reduced to  nothing more than a dissonant cacophony. As it seems that repose is out of reach on this night, she may as well investigate a curious rumor she'd heard regarding a rare flower that blooms only at night some distance away. With that intention at hand, she wanders the night as she oft does.

“Oh, my. I had not expected company, so far and so late into the night.”

Beryl had not expected another person, let alone someone that seems almost unreal under the light of the moon. She is carefully stoic as she's learned to be, but softens the edge of her voice as she speaks.  

“I wonder, what is it that has brought you here?” It’s more of a statement than a question, yet her curiosity is sincere. 

[berylbled]

“If it is too much trouble then there is no need to assist me.” 

Perhaps she had misunderstood the current situation. It’s clear that the other party is not especially keen on assisting her. It is a small enough issue she can resolve on her own. There is no need to involve someone that doesn’t want to be involved. Though it would be quite troublesome to do it on her own. It is not a particularly noble thing to do, but perhaps she could incite the other into helping her.

“Of course, there is also the possibility that you might have stolen it. Though, I presume I am wrong.”

Beryl narrows her eyes slightly. Perhaps her approach ought to be less manipulative and more sincere, but it’s important for her to get her belongings back in her possession. She can give details once she’s secured the other’s cooperation. 

“Regardless, I would appreciate your assistance in this small matter.” 

[berylbled]

“If that is your perception of me, I suppose it cannot be helped. Though I assure you, I have no intentions of causing any sort of trouble.” 

To say that she is unaware of her own peculiarities would be a lie. There are enough strange attributes about her to make his apparent suspicion warranted. She does her best to make her anomalous nature less apparent, but there are some things that cannot be masked. Beryl is, if nothing else, conscious of the fact that nearly everything about her is an abnormality.

“Dead or alive, it hardly matters. If there is something about me that concerns you, then you are free to investigate, if you so choose.”

She only has a little to hide , but doesn't everyone? It isn't as if the investigation would be anything other than fruitless. Proving her sincerity would do nothing but make her seem more suspicious.

[berylbled]

STARTER CALL! If I could entreat you to please give the ♥ a gentle tap if you’re interested! I’m not sure about length or anything yet and I may or may not hop into your IMs to figure something out. ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

[berylbled]

PLOTTING CALL! If you're interested in plotting a thing with me, please give the ♥ a gentle tap and I'll mosey on over into your IMs! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡