#yeonban: Shalnark

[hunting-songs]

“And what about me?” for Shal! 🫡

Send “And what about me?” and my muse will give yours one compliment! It can be about their personality, their looks, how they handled something, anything- whether my muse wanted to say it or not!

It was so early in the morning that the train was wrapped in a heavy blanket of quietness, muffling every sound, suffocaing every breath. Only when the group of music-students, instruments shouldered like rucksacks and chatting with happy voices like little birds. And since it was early in the mornign and since it was quiet in the train and since tieredness hung like mist in the corridors, the music-students decided to unpack their instruments, grab the hat of one of their group and start a song while walking through the trains middlecorridor between the seatingrows while holding out the hat for some coins. The students aimed to collect enough coins to buy themselfs cups of coffee in the train so Senritsu, applauding the music-students skills, complimenting their sweet song, gladly gave some coins into their hat until they passed to the next compartment. The woman was still swaying from one side to the other in her seat after the musicstudents melody moving away through the train, when she heard Shalnarks question. Blinking with eyes as big as plates, She looked at the other and the smile appearing on her round, kind face was more pitying- pitying him!-than anything else: "Yes, what about you?"

"I am sorry, I am not the kind of person who enjoys complimenting murderers who had comitted genocide. Doing that would mean I am stepping very far past that line in the sand of my personal morals over which I am stepping already often enough-" Senritsu shaked her head slowly and her voice was very gently: "-considering my line of work." "But I do not have to tell you about my line of work."- as you had murdered my superior and if I wouldn´t have heard your friend yelling from anger and coming for the room we were sleeping in, you and your group would have found our place of rest and would have murdered us in our sleep. Senritsu did not said this out loud but the echo of her thoughts was almost hearable-She still remembered laying down in that small, damp hotelroom without even beds with Basho starting to snore beside her and Squala calling as giddy as a littl boy with a crush Eliza to say goodnight. And she remmebered that she had tried to sleep, tried to sleep with Bashos snorring and Squalas content heartbeat after talking to Eliza as a lullaby sung in duet for her but she couldn´t even dream of sleep because the echo of bodies beeing ripped appart as easy as simple paper between brutal hands and the screams of the henchmen and the Yinbeasts beeing slaughtered in the canyon had burned into her mind brutally. If I would have been lucky, she added in her head, If I would have been lucky you would have killed me and my comerades in our sleep. And if not, than you and your friends would have tortured us for informations about Kurapika.Just as your friend had screamed he would do, when you freed him.

"Mhmmmmm, if I would step a little further past my moral line in the sand i would say that you have a very melodic, mhmmmm.... " The woman tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird: "compiacevole laughter. But I had listened to what had made you laugh con franchezza, " Uvogins fist crushing the ground, flesh ripped off bones like cloth off a dead body, her ears ringing, ringing, ringing until she felt deaf: "so no, I would never say that. My apologize." [ @yeonban ]

[180minutes]

📏 (ruler) + 180 cm for Shal!

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! 181cm X 180 cm!

"Oh wow," Grimacing Baise pulled back her neatly manicured hands almost up to her shoulders like a little girl when almost touching something cold and slimey: "Not only am I coldblooded murdered and my Nen sticks to my murderers, no, I am murdered by the army of fucking twinks- and here we have a parade-example of those freaks!" [ @yeonban ]

[hunting-songs]

The change in Shalnark did not escaped Senritsu and she smiled at the other placidly,even if it was more rueful than actually friendly: "Heartbeats never lie." Between the buzzing of the trains engines working beneath their feet; between the other travlers breathing, laughing, moving; between the wooshing noise of the world past the traincompartments windows passing by like waves weaved of greens and grey from streets and grass and trees; Shalnarks heartbeat and sudden spark of interest was easily to hear. "And even if the heartbeat lies, it is so easy to hear how and why it changed. Naturally some people are able to even control their heartmuscle," She looked over to Shalnark with a raised eyebrow, expecting that a person who had mastered Nen like him and whos physical control over his own body probably included that he indeed could control a involuntary muscle like the heartmuscle as easy as he could hold his breath:"- but that change in rhythm or even that person causing it to stand still is even louder than a normal heartbeat so it is easy to figure that out." The spark of interest was a light melody and Senritsu lifted asmall hand to let her short, gnarled fingers that used to look very different dance to that song.

"Emotions and hormones cause a certain rhythm in the heartbeat and if you spend enough time you an easily recognize those rhythms and right now your heart-" the fingers topped dancingand pointed at Shalnark sitting opposite of her: "-sings me a melody of curiosity,attention, very open alertness and discrepancy with yourself. You do not like in general the thought of beeing looked through by anyone especially not by a stranger you found before boring, but you are also very curious as to how I am doing that and your quest for new informations is more important than you do not wanting to be read." The world past the trains window rushed by- a blurred painting of greens, browns and greys drawn by streets, grey buildings and green grass.

"No", She added eventually very gently,almost soothingly like from a teacher putting patches on a students bloody knees : "To answer the question that is going to come from such a curious heartbeat as yours right now- I am not explaining you my ability because I am stupid or reckless. It is simply that knowing this about my ability does not change anything for you. Even if,yes I am ocsaisonally assai reckless, a occupational disease,I am afraid-" She chuckled quietly, over a joke only she could hear even if the smile was more harrowed than honestly amused.She thought about Ask beeing reckless. She thought about Ask wanting to recklessly learn every song. She thought about Ask recklessly wanting to play every song he had learned for her: "My hearing is not a ability that can be learned through Nen or training, my apologize. Nor can one be born with it." At least she hoped so- not that Senritsu was planning to have children or let alone thought that she could have children when she did not even knew now what shape her vitals had inside her past a skin that had been ripped apart into shred and bones that had been shattered and molten back together wrongly. But she would not put it past the curse to wander over generations as after all the componist wanted people to suffer whoever they were and cursing a child was the best was to make a parent suffer:" For now and hopefully for any other time,I am the only one with that ability,I am sorry if that is a disappointing information." [ @yeonban ]

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@hunting-songs asked: "I would say ☰ to be gentle with you, but I already know what is wrong" with you. Senritsu did not add these two words but they hung in the air like a whisper: "So 💔💔 it is. I can hear what your heart sings to me at every second. In fact, I think I know your heart very well. Whatever you do, you do not surprise me."

☰ I am still trying to figure you out. I’m not sure if I can trust you. 💔💔  I’m pretty sure you want to hurt me, and I intend to protect myself.

Senritsu's answer isn't too far-fetched, quite in line with the one he'd expected in fact, and only overestimating Shalnark's interest in her existence a tinge (he would never hesitate to cause her harm should the necessity for it arise, but it isn't as though he waits in the shadows for a chance to strike - there are far better things he can think to spend his time on than that), yet he cannot help but have his attention diverted to something other than the answer itself; blinking at the purposeful phrasing used as her rationale instead.

❛ My heart? ❜ He repeats, pensively. How interesting. So, do Senritsu's ears pick up on vibrations as silent as those emitted by another's heart? No, no, never mind that; even if that is the case... what does she mean by his heart singing to her? Since when can hearts talk, and since when do people who understand what they intend to say exist? Huh, who would have thought a new piece of information could be gained even in an unanticipated place like this. ❛ Hm... then, what is it telling you now? ❜

[deathfavor]

@yeonban​ said: ❛  i’m  trying  something  different .  ❜  shalnark  &  chrollo  going  "shopping"  (surveying  for  clothes  to  steal  for  their  next  endeavor)  at  the  mall,  with  shalnark  getting  dressed  in  the  most  abominable  outfit  known  to  mankind  &  a  finger  pushing  his  heart-shaped  glasses  back  up.  is  he  serious  about  it,  or  is  he  trying  to  make  chrollo  laugh?  who  can  say!

' Oh? ' Curiosity tinges smooth words as Chrollo hears Shalnark's announcement of venturing into a different style. Which leaves a rather wide variety of possibilities. He turns his attention away from the racks of clothes to look back towards the dressing rooms to see what he has come up with.

That...was hideous.

Yet it is hard to decipher what Chrollo is thinking, other than he evidently IS thinking by the delayed response and his eyes flicking over the abomination. It somehow makes clown wear seem almost formal. Neon was nice in moderation. But the style plus the coloring? Chrollo was no fashion expert but he was rather confident it took serious talent to make something so bad.

" Wait. " He disappears for a few seconds only to reappear with a pair of bright yellow star glasses. " Try these. " He places them into Shalnark's hand and steps back with an expectant look and a grin on his lips. " Heart shaped lens are nice, but I think the star shape will really pop with this ensemble. "

[lustraveil]

❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me.  honestly it's hurtful. ❞ Shalnark for Ging! He’s capping ASJDAHDGASDJASDJ

The development of Greed Island (currently just: a vision) has him surrounded with a loose collection of hunters, investors, and even a few carefully curated ex-cons. As for him and Shal? Their relationship is strangely comfortable. They got each other in a way that only two geniuses could.

They're working in Dwun's workship, blueprints are scattered everywhere, and of course, his friend who isn't exactly on board pitches an idea based on random number generation. A concept Ging hates. He glances up from one of the diagrams, deadpan, "That was me rolling my eyes. Internally. Didn't want to waste the muscle movement." as if it's obvious.

// @yeonban

[queensconquest]

@yeonban​ said: 📜 SHAL AND CHROLLO!!

( SEND 📜 FOR INCORRECT QUOTES! )

Shalnark : Okay, truth or dare? Chrollo: Truth Shalnark : How many hours have you slept this week? Chrollo: Chrollo: ...Dare  Shalnark : Go to bed. Chrollo: I don’t like this game.

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Chrollo: Shalnark... Shalnark: Oh no, 'Shalnark' in b-flat. Shalnark: You're disappointed.

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

@yeonban​   ━━    ♡ ’ d for a surprise  .​

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃  ,    shattered glass and disheveled debris painted the floor  ,    yet no single trace indicating the spider’s presence could be ascertained  .    despite her initial prompt department, machi found herself threading back to meteor city in favor of an assignment alongside shalnark  ,    extraordinary in both demand    &.   reward  .    generally, she would only accept assignments which included the use of her nen stitches  ,    allowing other skills to remain veiled in mystery to eyes extramural to the troupe  .  this was different.    the assignment asked for infiltration  .    not her preferred kind of commission  ,    but a necessity nonetheless  .    with pakunoda dead  ,    an essential part of intelligence was ripped from their midst   .    a void that needed to be repleted for the sake of the spider  .

❝     which organization are we infiltrating  ?    ❞

[hunting-songs]

“Campfire Stories” + Shal!!

Send me “Campfire Stories” and my muse will tell yours about a scary tale, folk story, or even one of their own spooky experiences.

At some point between one city and another the train broke down. It was so late in the night that the man-tall grass surrounding the train tracks looked deep blue and it swayed rustling in the cool wind like a oceans deep, endless water. With the train in their back still sickly stuttering like an old man, some of the passangers had sat down besid the tracks and had put a few snacks in the middle of the circle they were sitting on for everyone to take from while they waited, while the trains electronics stuttered broken, while the grass rushed blackish blue.

"I know one good story," Humming contently Senritsu took one of the chokolatebars with chili-flakes and enjoyed the stesfying melody of the rustling of plasticwrapping when she freed it of the packing. The woman was not a fan of sweets, but she loved spicy food and the chokolatebar with chiliflakes sounded as exciting as the chance of listening to a new song from her favorite band: "Once upon a time there was a city suffering from a rat infestation." The whooshing of the tall grass past the traintracks was calm and melodic and for a moment, just a moment, Senritsu wondered what was hiding in the tall grass.

"The city decided to call a ratcatcher and considering how mhmmmm ...minacciando this ratinfestation was, they decided to pay a ratcatcher with gold if he would get rid of those critters. So the ratatcher in colourful cloth appeared in town, took out a flute and started playing. And -look at that!- every rat in the town, be it from the cellars or from the fields or from the wodden huts where the townsfolk would collect their grain, came towards the ratcatcher." The rustling between the tall grass had turned louder and automatically Senritsu tilted her head to the side like an attentive bird. Whatever was hiding int he tall grass listened just as attentive after her small story: "So the ratcatcher lead the rats out of a city and than down a cliff, making the rats drown in the matter of just moments. But as it had only taken such short moments and all the ratcatcher in colourful cloth needd t do was playing a song, the cityfolk decided that the ratcatcher had done not enoug work and shortened his pay. But the ratcatcher said that he was promised gold and he should have gold. Angry over him complaining, the townsfolk said they would not pay the ratcatcher at all and threw him out of the town. Yet the ratcatcher...mhmmmm, the ratcatcher swore revenge." The rustling had stopped, whatever lurked around the traintracks was quietly listening in. Or waiting. Waiting to attack. "It was on a churchday, when everyone but the youngest wee praying that a Hunter in a Hunters green cloth came to town. And just as the ratcatcher he walked tot he towns center, took put a flute and started playing. But this time there were no rats coming to follow the melody. But it were the youngestchildren from infancy up to the age of twelves and venthe babies wer picked up by the older and carried away. As soon as the children reached the marketplace the Hunter left the town and every child followed." Senritsu turned the chokolatebar between her shortfingers as nimbly as her flute: "They never returned and the only children left were three: One who could not walk, one who was deaf and one who was blind and therefor could not see where they were going, stumbled and broke their foot. And that was how the town lost teir children because they were not willing to pay a musically inclined ratcatcher." Contently she bit into the chokolatebar, promptly starting to cough over the spiceyness burning her mouth and starting to caugh as much as she was laughing and suffering. The sudden ending made a few of the other passangers chuckle and one of them even gently patted her back, yet most of the other passangers attention soon diverted fromthe story to other small scraps of conversations.

"Mhmmmmm...", Senritsu had tilted her head to the side like an attentive bird as always when she was listeing keenly , even if her eyes wandered to the cup of hot tea in her hands, even if her eyes wandered to the still not moving train, even if her eyes wandered to the other passangers wo now started their own little conversations, even if her eyes wanderd to the dark tall grass where the rustling came closer now: "Wouldn´t have thought that I would hear a familiar melody right here. Did you liked my story?" [ @yeonban ]

[hunting-songs]

✪ for Shalnark! He'll actually be disappointed if she doesn't want to wish him ill 😔

Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours.

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all. Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this! Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!” My muse would like too… ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧   ask your muse out on a date. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ sleep with your muse. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep. In general Senritsu is a person who was raised under the strict rule of Xenia, which means that if a stranger comes to her on the road she will gladly offer them a place to sleep, something to eat and to join her on the journey until their paths sepperate again. Xenia consists of two basic rules:

-The respect from hosts to guests. Hosts must be hospitable to guests and provide them with a bath, food, drink, gifts, and safe escort to their next destination. It is considered rude to ask guests questions, or even to ask who they are, before they have finished the meal provided to them.

-The respect from guests to hosts. Guests must be courteous to their hosts and not be a threat or burden. Guests are expected to provide stories and news from the outside world. Most importantly, guests are expected to reciprocate if their hosts ever call upon them in their homes.

Xenia is also the reason why Senritsu failed her first attempt on the Hunterexam- she ran into Tompa, and friendly and welcoming towards strangers as its the unwritten law, she took a limonadecan from him. Obviously the Hunerexam ended very fast for her. So if Shalnark does not hurt those two laws, he is pretty safe with her. Naturally Shal would lose that hospitality if he himself hurts the laws and Xenia and hurts her or someone she is close to. So If she hears any murderous attempt in him, Shalnark would probably just find himself fall asleep very fast and wake up hours later perfectly rested and with a very catchy tune in his head from the song Senritsu had used to put him to sleep so she could leave. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧   steal horses with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧   cook together with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧   support your muse’s hobbies. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse. Senritsu is a professional Hunter and knows how to chose her battles. She is uncomfortable aware that Shal would stomp her into the ground in Video-Games. The woman is very aware when its time to rise the white flag and leave. She would however drink him under the table without even getting tipsy. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  send your muse away. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse. If he is disappointed by her not wishing bad things on a person she has no connection to, than he shall suffer. Senritsu does not like people who would hurt other people, without even a proper reason and so all he would get from her is her simply not caring about him or even worse- her pitying him for beeing so broken. [ @yeonban ]

[180minutes]

@yeonban started following you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you- At first that thought had been everything she was, everything she could think about, everything around her. I hate you,- there was the auctionhall filled with bodies and voices and blood and screams- I hate you,- there was the breaking of the door, the heavieness of her collagues body, the coolness of the corridor compared to the heat of the hall-, I hate you- and she ran and the girl was behind her and she ran and the girl was behind her and she ran and the girl was behind her and she ran and the door was right there and she ran and I hate you, I hate you, I hate you-

Baise was dead, her skull splintered like a glassvase, her body long gone and lifeless, and when she woke up all she could think of was: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you- She hated that short guy with the mean eyes, she hated that big buy who had shot her colleague- Tocino. His name had been Tocino, they had killed Tocino when he had tried to shield her- and especially she hated that short,blonde twink who looked at his phone as if her life was nothing special, as if her rotting away was nothing special, as if killing a room full of people was nothing special as if her thinking, screaming, raging 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you-' was nothing special. I hate you, she thought as he continued scrolling on his phone. I hate you, she growled as he just continued looking a his phone. I hate you, she screamed and reached out because if she was already dead she could at least look at her.

Sharp acryilic nails digged into his shoulder and for a moment, the blink of an eye, a breath, just a second, she could actually feel her nails digging in his shoulder so she could turn him around and he had to look at her. The moment ended as son as the breath fled the lungs and Baise stepped back surprised over the fact that she actually had apparently touched something.- or at least motioned to step back, not hat she had a body to move or legs to step. Those were after all already rotten away in a random warehouse back in Yorkshin in a big heap of flesh and bone build of all the other bodies the Girl with the vacuumcleaner had thrown out when the thiefs had helped themselfs to the auction-items.

[hunting-songs]

“Dreams and Nightmares”!

Send “Dreams and Nightmares” to read a page from my Muse’s Dream Log, a page describing in great detail something they have dreamt about in the past nights.

The old laptop, bumped on the edges, with scratches over the screen and even some keys missing, was set up on the small traincompartments desk, humming like a bored bee. It was so early in the morning that the world past the trains windows was still rapped in a thick layer of morningmist and most compartments were still quiet with the travlers still seep asleep and quietness wrapping around the train like a woolen blanket, even muffeling the rattling of the trains mechanics over the tracks. There was noone in the traincompartment- Laptop, suitcase and short coat were left behind on one of the benchs as if someone had left just a few seconds ago while past the window the world washed by blurriedly like a watercolour-painting. On the laptop a folder had been opned with the title of "Sognando" and the audio-files in that folder were all named after dates with the newest file beeing named after the date of this day. Someone was keeping a dream diary in audio-files and when clicked on to be started, suddenly the rattling of the train turned double as loud, echoed perfectly in the audio. There was no video or picture added to the audiofile, but when the owner started to speak it was a feminine, young voice that sounded in contrast to the metal sounds of the train as melodic as a song: "I had two hours of sleep tonight. Better than yesterday. In around an hour the dinner-car will open up and than I can get breakfast. Nothing has changed. I had the same dream as last night. So the same dream as every night...'Mhmmm, should be used to it by now,but it really does not become any more dolce just because I see it every night." "The dream starts as always with us dancing." There was a quiet chuckle that sounded as sweet as a melody: "Horribly, clumsily dancing, of course. Ask was so much taller than me, after all. So, as always, we dance, we joke around, we drink. He plays the song for me. The end. And the whole time I can´t....its just, I know how the dream goes. I had lived through it, I know how everything looked, how he looked, how he must have looked at that time and still-" A pause in the audio, the rattling of the train in the background sounded loud. The womans voice was very tiered, very exhausted, very young.

"....I can´t even see his face. Nine years of seeing him everyday and now I can´t even see what his face had looked like. Whenever I look at him in that dream all I see is this- this- th- th- that s-sh-shape under t-t-t-the shro-shro-s-s-shroud-" the audio played a frustrated huff and a few deep, long breaths followed that sounded soft against the clattering of the trainmechanics. When the voice continued speaking there was again that melodic humm in the voice as if the woman was singing those words instead of actually speaking them. The stutter was gone, she sounded too tiered to even stutter: "Its of no use. The dream always ends with the song. I can´t even forget it. It would not let me forget it. Of course not, thats part of the effect, but I just want one dream where I do not have to hear-" "Its hard enough to not think about it during the day. About how easy I could play it by ear, about how beautiful it would sound when I would play it, about how I am skillful enough to play it, about that I need to proof myself that I am skillful enough to play it..." There was a sigh; the young, melodic voice sounded suddenly as if the owner had aged decades from one moment to another. She laughed softly but the laughter sounded as mechanic as the noises of the train: "I am just babbling. Must be the lack of sleep.... Its late enough for the buffet- car to have opned up, I will get myself some tea and something to eat. It will be alright, the days are always more mormoroso than the nights. Maybe, if its a agiatamente day, I will even sleep longer than two hours in the coming night. We will see next morning." The audio ended at this point and the noises in the compartment returned to the rattling of the train and the quiet buzzing of the much too old laptop. [ @yeonban ]

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: do you need a hug? / Shal & Chrollo... either after Uvo's/Paku's deaths or after his own & Kortopi's!

It should be a simple answer in theory. But Chrollo Lucilfer is a ghost, and things are rarely simple when it comes to phantoms and spirits. He is a ghost to the world, existing despite the fact that there is no hard proof - no birth certificate, no records, nothing. One simply has to have faith in the fact his is real. Not unlike faith in a god, not unlike faith in a ghost or demon. He is a greater ghost to himself than to the world. He is his own holy church and Hadean prison. Haunted and spectre all in one.

Shalnark's question provokes a moment of reposeful reflection within himself. Does he need a hug? What does he need? Unlike a piece of ancient machinery or mathematical equation, there is no formula to dissect the essence of the human soul. It is not so simply as solving an equation or inputting into a calculator or generator. It will not yield the answer in clear ink and crisp paper. Far too fickle for such limiting constraints.

This is a choice made by sensation. It is made by faith and trust. It is made not by cold and precise calculation, but the spirit's song in cathedral pillars.

" I think so. " Chrollo answers when he's settled upon his truth. There is no right or wrong, there is not even truth and lie. There is what is perceived as his truth and what is not. This answer feels right despite the fact he can neither explain what makes it right nor how he has come to the conclusion: it merely is.

No one has asked this of Chrollo. They look to him with expectation and he strides forward. He wonders if he has lost some fragments of himself somewhere in this approach. Has he left behind pieces of him that needed something? He will never know. All he can know is that this will not be one of those times.

" I do. " He solidifies his answer after a heartbeat passes. He knows Shalnark too ; he would not pose such a question towards him without understanding the possible ramifications of it.

Chrollo still lingers a moment, haunting the threshold of the invitation before he accepts it. He steps closer and sinks into the waiting embrace and it feels like coming home. Everything is not as it once was, time has worn the pillars and sealings, but it is no less a home for that. It is always what the troupe is. For all the blood spilled and crimes committed, Chrollo has always been at his best when he is not adrift at sea, but with someone. Be it the whole troupe, a handful, or just one. He finds himself there in a way he doesn't elsewhere.

He closes his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a momentarily reprieve from the cross-like burden of leader for a brief moment. He would not trade the cross for anything, and Chrollo is a master at concealing the skeletal fractures that sometimes splinter out. But Shalnark is just as sharp to see most of them when they happen to crack and appear. ( And in truth, all of this has pushed him towards an intensity of emotion he is not familiar with. ) He allows himself this time to rest in the safety of Shalnark's embrace. He's warm and alive.

" Thank you. "

[deathfavor]

@yeonban​ said: 💤 for Shal & Chrollo 🤔

the nightmare meme im too lazy to hunt down

  It isn’t often that Chrollo does anything at all when he’s asleep. He turns almost statuesque, neither talking nor moving about. There were too many instances over the years of small spots where the only room he had was where he laid, and he’d never broken it. Raven strands of hair rest against pale skin, lashes resting delicately on his cheeks. A statue that would provoke envy among sculptors – aside from the slow rise and fall of his chest, quiet but present, that would break the illusion of his statue nature.

  Tonight is different. His usually relaxed brow furrows and a frown decorates his lips. He still doesn’t talk or move, but his hands tighten their grip on his own arms from how they’re folded across his chest. His chest raises more visibly with each breath, no longer something that needed to be carefully observed but laid readily visible to the casual eye. A storm had crept its way into the garden and erased the songs.

 It takes more to rouse him than usual – beyond a simple call of name. It’s not until he feels a hand touching his shoulder that his eyes open, distant and present all at once. Grey stares upwards, muted and dull as Shalnark’s face takes center of his focus and of what he can see like this, settled on a plush chair. It’s comforting to see the light of one of his spiders, and his right hand relaxes its instinct to utilize  the poisoned knife that rests on his body. The chills from the nightmare however linger still like a ghost in a haunted room.

  “  Thanks.  “  Chrollo’s voice is sluggish compared to its usual smooth glide. It is yet another manifestation that something is amiss for the head of the trope as he rises from the chair, a frown at the corner of his lips that clouds his eyes for a moment.

  He strolls across the space to open up a window, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. There is no panic in Chrollo’s movements, no rush that would typically accompany someone who was just in a nightmare. He blinks, slow and steady before seeming to come to a conclusion.

  “  That was an unexpected surprise. “  He offers a thin smile, “Nen really is such a finicky thing. Although a nightmare isn’t too bad. “  Nen could do far worse after all.  

[hunting-songs]

There was a honestly amused laughter escaping the Musician and she held a small hand before her mouth, shaking her head over the others low- blow in all good humor. Senritsu, who grew up between graverobbers and thiefs, did not even hestiated when she hummed a gentle, almost soft, verbal-punch-back: "We sure would have a lot of more to talk about than I mestamente would have to talk with you. Mhmmmmmm, Mountain-air is after all not as good for the brain as flatland-air."

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

@hunting-songs asked: Senritsu is 4'2"= 127cm. She lost a foot in height when she was cursed and Shalnark is probably the average height people have around her xD

❛ Oh, wow! ❜ Glancing downwards, he remains silent for a beat before blinking, the innocent look on his face failing to forecast the subsequent ill-mannered words he spews. The bastard. ❛ It's too bad you're friends with the chain user. I'm sure you and Fei would've had plenty to talk about down there. ❜ Now, the question is... which one of them will he have to worry about when he goes to sleep tonight? Feitan would certainly have an attempt on his life after hearing a joke of this sort, but would she, too? Not likely... but it's better to be safe than sorry, and sleep with an eye open for the time being anyway.

[lustraveil]

yeonban asked:❝ against my better judgement i trust you and i think that says a lot about the state of the world right now. ❞ Ging & Shalnark

With Netero recently resigned, the power shift and alliances had created all sorts of cracks in an otherwise, seemingly sturdy foundation. "Interesting." he rests his arm on the back of the chair, "Considering, only one of us has a Class a bounty stapled to his name." it's not accusatory. They both know Ging is above judging that sort of thing by now, but technically, if anyone should be having second thoughts about trust between one of the Zodiacs and a guy on every most-wanted list...

either way, Ging maintains the casual tone as if they're talking about the humdrums of the weather. "I mean, if we're keeping score... I'm the one who hasn't made international enemies for sport." a shrug, just in passing, "But sure. Go ahead and question my judgment."

// @yeonban

[lustraveil]

gonna write a thing up on nanako's technique. @yeonban and i are cookin with inspo of shalnark's nen... because they both use those cellphones.. LMAO

anyway ... ask me about my au where nanako and mimiko go to kyoto instead of shibuya after geto dies