#conflagrationsstyle

[ryusxnka-moved]

@conflagrationsstyle ( Utavel! )

T wilight hours have ultimately awoken, encompassing the militaristic Shinigamis, those still lounging 'neath its innumerous luminaries aloft, with its widespread embrace of neighborly tranquility. The adolescent commandant seizes the opportunity to promenade, necessitating a respite from incessant parchments and ink-stained signatures. --- He passes a woman and presents her an acknowledging inclination of the head as if to say good evening.

[bransles]

@conflagrationsstyle // continued from.

now. now. now.

that word did a lot of heavy lifting, and octavo knew prieam meant for it to. he was here, now. which meant no promise he'd be here tomorrow. or even moments from now. prieam's very presence in front of him was like a flame ready to be snuffed out at any minute. gone, for who knows how long, without any warning or even goodbye.

whether one were to believe it or not, octavo had shown quite more vulnerability in just uttering those words than he would have cared to show anyone. and prieam rolled them off his shoulder like rain. there was a sharp, indignant sting in his chest.

the arm offered to him — octavo felt as if he were given a choice, then. it would be easy enough to resume this little dance of theirs. carry on like prieam didn't leave without a single word to octavo, and everything between them would be all in good fun. how long octavo could endure was a different concern, though.

was he really so . . . unimportant?

maybe it was octavo's fault for becoming as attached as he was. to let his interest fall on someone so clearly skilled at charming.

octavo wrung his hands at his chest, yellow eyes unable to hold their gaze on prieam and cast over to the side.

"i cannot help but feel like my emotions are being toyed with," he said lowly, "you leave without a single word, and this is your response to being told that you were missed by me? i worried endlessly that something may have happened to you, you know."

octavo hadn't meant to scold him, but it ended up coming out as such.

"yes, you're here now, but for how long? and until — what? you leave again without even a simple goodbye?" he voice shook slightly, but he quickly composed himself. as it sat right now, he was unsure if he could bear revealing any more emotion to him. "i am not asking you to tie yourself to me, but . . . do you have any real care for how i feel?"

[ardenssolis]

Pretentious & Poetic Sentences; accepting || @conflagrationsstyle

"Nature doesn't recognize good or evil. Nature only recognizes balance and imbalance."

❝OF COURSE IT DOES not. Nature is a neutral force – nothing more, nothing less. I believe just about every civilization has agreed on that, at least.❞ Nature itself was something that made many understandably wary. For if you could not survive within it, it surely would not hold your hand and help you to do so. Those who lived on the outskirts of civilization had a better understanding of the whims of that great force, knowing that they could not control it, but only bend to its many rules. He, thankfully, had never had to deal with the wilds – at least not by himself. When he had hunted, he always had a group of others with him constantly monitoring him at all times to ensure his safety. His social status mattered very little to the local wildlife. A lion would kill him just as easily as it would anyone else that wandered around. ❝Despite this fact, though, there are still those that do see it as akin to an evil entity in its workings. A ridiculous thought, yet an understandable one.❞

[fatedkings]

@conflagrationsstyle​     asked for a hibiscus sweetheart     //      ( *unknown )

“ if you need to you can stay at my place for a bit—  it shouldn’t take that long though!   these things usually do not take that long unless they hide like little critters. ”    fingers motioning as mocking a spider for effect,    with a little insight on how hollows would normally cloak themselves in order to seek human souls there were few places near by that they could hide. however, orihime could not shake off the feeling she knew this familiar shinigami from somewhere...   “ sorry i didn’t even introduce myself, I’m Orihime Inoue! ”

[just-aina]

@conflagrationsstyle replied to your post “Aina has a problem, and she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

8)c

Absolutely not.

[lxgatus]

          HE HAD let the guise slip, under the assumption that he had a moment of privacy. Despite all the twisting roads and darkened corners, the humans in this world really DID have eyes everywhere, didn’t they? Perhaps this was going to be more problematic than he had first assumed. 

     THE human body flickered out of existence for what seemed to be only a few seconds before returning in full force, but judging by the crunch of dirty pavement behind him those few seconds were all it took. The Mahjarrat turned slowly, expression a neutral one. Even with his human body returned to him, the glint in his eye gave it a seemingly menacing glow, a stark contrast to how upbeat his voice sounded.

          ❝ YOU DO know that it’s rude to stare, right? ❞

@conflagrationsstyle sc.

[madburnishdetroit]

Holiday List | Closed

@psyncin-in-the-restrain​ said: Holiday List?

If asked, Lio would insist that he doesn’t need any gifts. He’d prefer a memorable experience over a present. Enjoying time with others and seeing the peace that came out of everyone’s combined efforts is more valuable to him than anything. This could include just having a party, going to a movie, a music concert, hot springs?? He’d call it childish, but if it’s snowing a snowball fight might be fun.

@conflagrationsstyle​ said: 📝

But Lio is only human. He can still be caught glancing through the windows of stores. I’m trying so hard to not mention Hot Topic. Forgotten Saints seems like a good brand name. He also likes sci-fi/horror stuff and music. He’d want a Galo de Lion model kit, but tbh he probably orders it the moment the pre-order exists.

@dangerous-times​ said: 📝

Lio wants 

Revolution ( ͡° _ʖ ͡°)

[matoiwielder]

[ slow dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to slow dance, with Utavel

►

Presently, a Christmas party orchestrated by Burning Rescue (mainly Ignis and Remi) was being held at FDPP. 

Galo had spent most of the night welcoming guests that were invited or friends he himself asked to come. Who else would he invite other than Lio and his buddies. He wouldn’t lie, he didn’t see Mad Burnish as party people but there’s no harm in coming, right? Plus, it was a good chance for them to get out and meet others. They were prone to staying close-knit and that still seemed to be the case. (Somewhat excluding Lio who would come to his side to comment on events happening at the party.) 

Once he was able to take a breather from flitting around the FDPP floor, he took a look at Lio’s friends still snug in a corner. Particularly one of them, Utavel, the science-y member on their side? Both of them were mere acquaintances, but he wanted to change that. With the party’s music changing to a down-tempo song, this was his chance. Galo would get her out on the dance floor! With nothing but that thought in his mind, he didn’t hesitate to stride over, extending his hand open towards her.

“Utavel! Would you like to slow dance with me?” He shouted, never truly knowing how truly loud he was and cutting into their current conversation.

[exitiumsuum]

Vibe Check! She produces the flurry of red lights and a song plays among them, projecting vocalizations and a melodic harmony.

        While this also does little to contribut to the meaning of the phrase, he has to admit, this was perhaps the closest answer he would receive. There was something certainly vibing. Megatron watches the display, his engines voicing the contemplative hum that didn’t quite reach his mouth.

        “You continue to prove yourself a self contained collection of surprises, don’t you?”

[shadowtongued]

‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’

@conflagrationsstyle //  some starter meme icr 

                            ❝ WELL, THAT’S REALLY DEPRESSING, ISN’T IT?” His kind has never been anywhere near adequate at EMPATHY or consoling others, ISOLATIONISTS at their barest form after a culture shock in their youth. “I’m more than sure you’re just being cynical,” he muses while busy looking over shelves and oddities with LURID eyes, pausing often to rest a claw on his jaw in contemplation. “You should probably get out more, mingle, you know. It can be EXHAUSTING, but someone is bound to take a shining to you. Weave a little web of social bits and bobs. No one says you have to like all of them.”

[bransles]

@conflagrationsstyle said: Prieam with #10. [ thigh touch ]. // tension/attraction.

what was he talking about again? all train of thought not only derailed but entirely obliterated by a simple touch — he felt a bit foolish. mid - sentence octavo felt the a palm lay flat on his thigh, able to feel the warmth of flesh even through his silken pants. quickly, that simple warmth turned what felt like a blazing trail of fire as prieam's hand slowly crept up.

music, yes. he was prattling on about music, as he normally did. even if he couldn't regain his thoughts, that probably would have been the safest topic to return to. something about a long - gone great composer whom octavo had so admired greatly. he swallowed, forcing down a nervous lump that had formed there. he shouldn't let himself be undone so quickly with just the simplest forms of intimacy.

"i think even more amazingly is that he was deaf," he made an attempt to continue, "he was said to have composed some of his greatest works when his hearing was at its worst —"

he turned his head to face prieam, their eyes unwittingly locking. had . . . he been staring at him the entire time? a rush of hot blood crawled up his neck to the tips of his ears. once again, his words trailed off.

it was almost a bit like they were observing one another. at least, octavo certainly felt observed. and, he stared back at prieam with the means to try and ascertain just what this was between them. he moved his own arm, lightly touching it to the forearm that had its hand connected with his thigh. as if to encourage him. as if to keep it there.

"hmm, is this your way of trying to get me to stop talking?" he found the will to tease lightly, "or did you find yourself jealous of a man long dead?"

[ardenssolis]

@conflagrationsstyle said (inbox):

he need not look on to see the usual gleam and energy behind her eyes. "Oh, I've gotten fine sleep. Three to five hours is almost always just enough to set me right," never has she slept long. up early, to bed late. Under his scrutiny, she smiles warmly. "Did you worry what had happened to me while I was gone?"

AS HE SUSPECTED. SHE was still barely getting any hours in when it came to her rest, but he was also aware that attempting to tell her this would just be met with a nonchalant wave of the hand. ‘Oh this is normal,’ she’d say with casual ease – as if most people could somehow survive on a constant regular with just three to five hours of sleep a day. Well, considering Blaze was akin to an embodiment of flame, he supposed that perhaps things just worked differently for her. At least, from what he could recall, he had never caught even the slightest stumble when it came to her energy levels unless it was spent in battle. At the question that came next, he huffed, quick to state his displeasure without so much as a moment’s hesitation. ❝RIDICULOUS! As if I would waste my time sitting and worrying over the well-being of someone else. I had much more pressing things that required my attention over whether you were dying somewhere.❞ So he said.

[wolfenge]

AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

[gyobu-a]

@conflagrationsstyle   ( utavel )  //   sc.

 Poor,  poor  soldiers  merely  doing  their  duty  fall  behind  her,  struck  down  and  set  ablaze  like  ants  under  a  magnifying  glass.  He  studies  her  past  a  wall  of  men  at  a  safe  distance.  She  doesn’t  look  like  anyone  who  would  associate  with  any  of  the  eastern  forces  —  or  ANYONE  he  has  ever  seen  for  that  matter,  he  notes.  Foreign  traders  were  not  all  uncommon  on  the  shores,  but  they  typically  kept  themselves  out  of  any  conflict.  It  is  surely  a  sight  to  watch,  but  it  would  be  unfortunate  if  he  let  the  entire  guard  be  killed.  

 “Lower  your  weapons,  you  fools,”  he  orders  the  soldiers  as  he  floats  through  the  commotion,  nearing  her,  “If  the  first  thirty  men  were  unable  to  subdue  her,  what  makes  you  think  you  will  be  any  more  successful?” 

 Men  quickly  back  up,  standing  shoulder-to-shoulder  to  just  about  form  a  hall  around  him  and  the  strangely  quiet  intruder;  typically  those  who  wished  to  invade  were  much  LOUDER  and  had  an  army  backing  them.  He  keeps  a  decent  distance  between  them,  lest  he  suffer  the  same  fate.

 “You  will  have  to  excuse  them  —  they  do  not  take  kindly  to  strangers.”  he  greets  her  such  a  gracious  tone,  it’s  as  if  she  didn’t  just  down  a  good  portion  of  his  troops  in  a  matter  of  minutes,  “If  I  may  ask,  what  brings  you  here?”  

[sacrimarked]

                     --“You’ve been quiet today,   dear,”   her own voice is rough from overuse,   the days spent shouting over the sound of a crowd were taking their toll.   There weren’t many of them left,   but even those that remained were more than enough to drown out a single voice.   Abriell stretched her arms over her head.   Since the attack life had been nothing short of exhausting.   Sleep came in short bursts at best,   and her days had stretched from sixteen hours to eighteen,   then twenty.   Comfort came only in the fleeting sights of lovers as she hurried through the halls of her home.

                    “Come here,   tell me what’s on your mind.   I love to listen to you talk.”

                    @conflagrationsstyle

[madburnishdetroit]

RNG Christmas | Closed

@conflagrationsstyle​ said: 🎄

16. our muses getting drunk off of eggnog

Does anyone really like eggnog? Lio Fotia does. Utavel noticed him drinking a bit more than usual. The crowd around the table was chanting “Go Boss! Go Boss!” as he chugged down his fifth glass before slamming it on the table. It was quite impressive for a person of Lio’s stature. The guy sitting across from him was already lying facedown defeated. Lio’s chime-like laugh and smile made him seem like an entirely different person, and it might have been mesmerizing if not for the fact his sights were not set on Utavel. His narrowed gaze beckoned her. 

“Utavel, you’re supposed to be good at holding your liquor, right?” It was a challenge. A challenge that everyone in the vicinity knew he would lose, but allegiances demanded that they continue to cheer him on anyway.