#pervicax

[nosheath]

" it's another year with you , " amiya can't hide the fondness in her voice . it's very clear how much ch'en matters to her at this point , maybe the true nature of her feelings are unclear ; some like to tease and joke with the ceo under vague notions . " happy birthday ch'en . " she holds up two tickets for an art exhibit from the city rhodes was docked at . " it's a local event , and the previews seemed lovely to see in person . it'd be a nice opportunity to unwind from this week .. but if you have someone else in mind to take , the tickets are all yours ! "

a gentle breeze cools off these summer days into nights. it wraps itself around the lung more than the coat she wore. goosebumps settle across her skin but she chooses against walking back inside. it's a feeling she's long grown comfortable with after all her traveling under the company of rhodes island.

it's been a long time , though it doesn't feel like it. none of it feels real , but she knows she's changed since back then.

the same for lungmen.

even now , she knows exactly where it is , briefly wondering how the others there were doing. despite their differences , ch'en knows swire's more than competent to replace her. with hoshiguma at her side , there's no doubt in her mind that they'll be fine.

same goes for that pesky rat.

like her , they've all moved on , but she doesn't feel an ounce of regret.

there's things that still needs to be done , and this is the best place for it. she's learned so much over the years here with rhodes island and made plenty of new friends - some she knows have become irreplaceable.

she hears the steps of another , slowly trailing after. their gentle but confident steps ring against the steel dock of the landship. ch'en turns, holding out a hand close to her face to keep the wild strands from whipping about , having long slipped out of that messy now single tail.

she drinks in the sight of rhodes island's leader. that coat long filled out , not longer awkwardly hanging off her form and her confidence became more refined. she'd heard w whisper once of how much amiya reminded her of the sarkaz king.

"amiya," the lung starts , pausing slightly at the tone. the warmth fills her chest , and it earns a small smile. although she never cared ( or tried to say ) about her birthday , it leaves her touched all the same. "thank you. " she says quietly , staring at the tickets.

gingerly , she lifts one of them, smothering the eagerness lurking beneath her voice.

"then ... when are you free?"

[rhinestated]

‘ Did you have to do that? ’

The Vouivre murmured, glancing down at the shards of glass near her feet. The shards left in her hand did not pierce, but it was annoying to deal with. She hadn’t quite expect the medical director, of all people, to indulge in the same vices as many she’d seen others imagined.

No, that’s not quite right.

She hadn’t imagined the medical director would yank up her shirt much like any school child to flipping the skirt of another they fancy.

‘ It’s difficult enough to find the right vintage, ’ she would continue side glancing at Kal’tsit as she licked the wine off her wrist as it dripped down her arm. ‘ What a waste. ’

                    starter call . @pervicax

[lostnotes]

kal'tsit gently pulls her cheek , but then leans over to give her a kiss .

For once, she's still. Maybe, just maybe, there's a part of her that's fearing retribution for the nickname and causing a little bit more chaos than - who was she kidding - she'd do all that stuff again in a heartbeat! Still, she's leaning in to the feline's touch, happily indulging.

" ... ... ... !!!! "

" My kitty meow meow is so c u t e. "

Oh god, she's squealing now.

[zangyo]

which  imaginary  illness  do  you  have  ?

Blooming Pox.

Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.

tagged  by: @metsurisen & @okkotsd​ (thank you so much you two!)

tagging: @tenkoseiensei, @deityforged, @deathleads, @pervicax, @maljefe, @levinhail, @korosakis​ + anyone who wants it or hasn’t done it!

[muriokusho]

@pervicax​ said : what's 45x15

“250.”

[lawhimsy]

Word Nerd: Pervicacious

Pervicacious means extremely willful, obstinate, or stubborn. Pervicacious derives from the Latin pervicac- (which derives from pervicax (from per- (thoroughly) and vicax, from the stem of vincere (to prevail, win a point, conquer)) and the English -ious. Pervicacious was first used around 1625-1635. Pervicacious has the variants of pervicaciously (adverb) and pervicaciousness (noun). Someone who…

[love-being-free-heart]

saeva scaeva virosa ebriosa pervicax pertinax ...

[nosheath]

( insert amiya curiously petting ch'en's tail )

Lying flopped on the couch, the Lung's tail swishes languidly. There's a slow exhale, as she settles, face rubbing into one of the couch cushions. The long journey back to Rhodes is tiresome as always, but there's nothing better than this soft feeling. It's why she doesn't blink nor turn towards the door when she hears it hiss open gently.

Instead, her eyes close, and she lets out another, this time, slow and steady breath. She imagines they'd leave when they'd get bored enough.

In fact, she's nearly entirely gone when there's the barest touch on her tail. She rouses, if barely. The slightest crack peeks through and she catches the sight of something brown before they close once more.

Her tail gives another lazy wave, followed by another touch.

"Mhph..."

She mutters sleepily.

Then, she flops to her side, getting a better look at whomever was disturbing her. Smothered crimson narrows slightly, then relaxes once she realizes it's Amiya of all people.

Much better than that stupid feline.

No wonder it doesn't bother her too much.

Very few people are that gentle.

... now that she thinks about it, it leaves a nice feeling.

No, she's not going to say that aloud.

However, she will be going back to sleep.

[rhinestated]

‘ I know it was destined to go wrong. ’ from kal

As day fades into night, there were plenty on Rhodes Island that continued to work. The feline was not an exception. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing, and a promise of of her massages to pull the feline away from their desk. It was a near miracle that it had worked, especially considering the vouivre, herself, had only recently returned for a mission, having only stopped once to clean off the day's travel before greeting and delivering the report she'd complied along the way.

A vague sense of amusement had crossed her mind then. This particular quality, the sheer inability to turn their course once their mind's set, seemed to be a trait for many who's company she'd come to enjoy. Regardless of whether or not that mindset seemed so set against herself.

It was this promise of hers that landed both of them on Kal'tsit's often neglected bed, and those calloused hands set loose across their back, working away at all the tense knots that had built up over time. All that strength was gently applied, determined to give the director some sense of relief.

They'd only paused briefly once, just once, at the admission, letting the tension seep back into those shoulders she'd work so hard on easing.

If they're looking for an answer from Saria, there's none to be found. She didn't offer any comforting words, knowing it's a pointless endeavor.

But, she did listen.

If there was more to be heard, Saria would listen without complaint, resuming her work on the director's shoulders.

It's a rare moment to hear such an admission, spoken with such clarity, and it called for her attention, drawing her concern. Allowing Kal'tsit to vocalize these concerns may not erase then nor would it erase the weight the held, but she understood the importance of confronting them, drawing a plan to better face such a situation if it were to occur again.

If it were to occur again.

Calloused hands drew south, hesitant for a moment, before withdrawing entirely.

"Would you like for me to continue? If so, this would be better if you were lying on your stomach."

[ripharm]

their arms embrace him from behind , as it's just the two of them alone again . comfort me ; hold me ; hide me away from everything again - is all but a silent plea . " i ... just need to recollect myself . " is all kal'tsit can bring themselves to say as an excuse . " it's been a long day . "

his body tenses as he feels the weight of another press against him. then he hears their quiet voice, filled with an uncertainty never found among others. while he doesn't remember, it seems as though his body does, easing the moment he hears their voice.

he knows better than to voice his concerns, going along with the feline's words, but he can't bring himself to offer any comforting words. it's easy enough to, under normal circumstances. he offers plenty over the course of the day.

but, he knows any he offers would have them recoil at an instant.

to play along, even for a moment, with how their past could have been would be too much... for either of them.

not as they were. not as they are.

so, while he keeps to his spot, he places a gloved hand over theirs. clear against the gentle rumbling of the landship, he accepts their offered 'excuse.'

a steady breath leaves his lips.

"it has."

he looks at their hands, offering the barest of squeezes.

[falsewolf]

　 　 “Like hell I would’ve been fine.”

She doesn’t doubt for a second that Red would’ve have killed her, cat--

[ripharm-archived]

insp. for @pervicax

[zangyo]

@kaerou​ replied:

nanami-senpai but almond toffee pocky is good )):

     ❝...IT IS DECENT I suppose.❞ He just didn’t want to hurt Ritsuka’s feelings---

[brilliantpride]

“How’s it look, doc? Am I gonna make it?” Awfully nonchalant for someone whose arm was practically shredded in a recent mission, aren’t you. “It’s no biggie. Doesn’t even hurt anymor– ouch– Okay, hurts a little... But with your fancy Arts, I’ll be good as new soon, right?” / @pervicax​ (kal’tsit). 

[ashitarc]

" take a break, " kal'tsit sets aside the file of sussurro's next patient, glancing at her calendar. " we typically get caught up in the atmosphere here– it's easy to forget things outside of it. " she turns back at them. " it's your birthday, and amiya wants to show you a surprise she and a few others made for you. you're excused for the rest of the day. "

" shouldn't i be reminding you of that, dr. kal'tsit? "

the vulpo watches as their file moves away, a bit puzzled as to why their medical director's suddenly taking interest. it's an open secret that very rarely does anyone in their department willingly takes breaks, more as their rank grows, it seems. while sussurro knows how to take advantage of one, it doesn't mean they do so as often as they claim.

then, it hits them.

it's the fourth of september.

it's their birthday, and amiya and the others are wanting to celebrate it? the idea's both embarrassing as it is flattering, and the glance the other direction. a curled gloved hand rises to half cover the rising warmth against their features.

although they're better at controlling it than others, their tail flitters a little, curious, if not a bit excited to see what they have in store.

" ... then, i won't keep them waiting. thank you. "

they turn towards the door. it hisses open quietly as sussurro says one last thing before vanishing.

" i know it's unreasonable to ask you to take the day off too, but it'd be a nice present if i knew you took a nap today. "

[eventknights]

#AKBOE22021: shallow grave + #07 + amiya and in the mean time that kal'tsit was trying to converse with the others— amiya wanders off, and finds herself at the shallow grave. it would've been better to have gone with someone, or maybe have waited for kal'tsit ; but amiya was still trying to lay out everything in her head about the village.

Loud, booming music fills your senses as the doors seem to burst open before you. Nose crinkling, there's a variety of smells - alcohol, old cigarette smoke, and something else etching the very fiber of the facility. Red stains the walls, and you're awfully careful as you make your way through the noisy building.

A small stage stands on the far end of the building, where only a small portion of the noise stands. it's a trio of Vouivre, chip horns and tails. One's strumming along modified versions of a guitar and another with drums. The vocalist is the youngest of the trio, singing their heart out with a rather new microphone.

There's only a small but dedicated group around to actually acknowledge them, but their echoes occasionally overlap the old school, scratchy stereo system that's set up.

Mostly, the tables and things are set for the actual stage that stands close by.

You feel the greatest urge to cover your eyes , but a flying shirt does it for you.

#07: SAFE (???) EVENT.