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Thread: Coloring outside the lines

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Toulouse — Dawn Court Citizen Signos: 45
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 40 — Threads: 9
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 22
▶ 7 [Year 496 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#1
TOULOUSE



The library was a dramatic change from his usual scene as of late, its interior hushed, uncrowded, and eerily quiet. It was a jarring contrast to the streets of the Night Court, where everything and everyone was hardly in motion, and the music played so loud he could hardly hear himself think.

Here in all the silence that was Delumine, his thoughts felt uncomfortably loud inside of his own head.

The scent of Denoctian spices and perfumes still clung to him, wafting through the otherwise stagnant air in a trail behind him as he walked. His scarves whispered against his sides as he moved, hoofbeats landing so quietly on the earthen floor that he made hardly a sound as he went. Aside from the library keepers, who hardly stopped to acknowledge him, he was alone. Dust stirred as he walked amongst the aisles, scanning the titles half heartedly. Toulouse wasn’t sure yet what he was looking for - only that he would know it when he saw it.

And so far he had yet to see it, or even a glimpse of it; there was not a single hint that he was headed in the right direction. 

His diamond-shod hooves clicked gently across the floor, wine-red tassels bobbing along his scarves with every step. With the beginnings of a frown making itself present on his face, he stopped before yet another bookshelf, as dusty as the last had been. 

Green eyes slithered across the titles, lingering only briefly on any one. Yet again, each of them failed to pique his interest. Is there nothing worthwhile here?

A quick glance around told him no one was watching. And so he reached into the pockets of his scarves, and drew from them a coiled snake. Its gemstone eyes glinted in the dim light, golden scales shining.

Avekne.”

At his whispered command, the snake came to life. It lifted its head, tongue flickering past its lips to taste the air. Toulouse studied it with interest as it twisted through the space before him, hovering at eye level. He held it up with his telekinesis, so entranced by the snake’s movement that he hardly noticed the footsteps approaching from the other side of the bookshelf.




the motherland don't love you,
the fatherland don’t love you.
so why love anything?

the faithless; they don't love you
the zealous hearts don’t love you.
and that's not gonna change.

ut deo.

@Mateo  
partially recycled post, hope that’s alright c’:


enfanir art


i'm stuck in the sunshine, riptide

dancing all alone in the morning light
you came in like a wave when i was feeling alright


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Mateo — Dawn Court Scribe Signos: 675
▶ Played by Rae [PM] Posts: 50 — Threads: 10
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 11
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14 hh Bonded: N/A
#2

When the two bodies were found, Mateo had expected time to stop. Sure, in hindsight it was an incredibly stupid expectation. But in the moment, it seemed reasonable for time to just... change, somehow. Everyone else did. Routines were shattered, borders were closed, everything was different in some way or another. A day passed. Two days. Then days turned to weeks turned to months. They had gotten used to being uncomfortable, to the point where it was, oddly enough, comfortable.

Imagine his shock when winter arrived. Winter, when his mind was still stuck on that early Autumn day. Winter, and the killer was still out there. It made him feel restless and useless and most of all unsatisfied with the length between one major event and another. It was not at all like a real story.

He did not know what else to do with his restlessness except to bury it in the library. Which brings us to the ram-horned stranger, and the golden snake, and the spark of... the spark of something in the air that has no name yet.

He does not realize his approach has gone unnoticed. "What's that?" Mateo tries to maintain the hush of the library, but excitement leeches volume into his bright voice. It is for the best that they are alone-- there is no one to scowl at the unintentionally loud black pegasus, although he is unfortunately accustomed to such reactions every now and again.

He watches the snake's tongue flicker, testing the air in a way that is partly familiar, partly unfamiliar. For the pegasus reads the wind beneath his wings as a matter of balance and speed and, on a bad day, survival. But the snake seems to feel at the air in a hungry way, like looking for the answer to a question.

"Is it... magic?" Mateo turns his sharp silver-green gaze to the other stallion and surprise flashes across his expression. He feels his cheeks warm as the sheer force of the stranger's presence dawns on him. (how... beautiful) He straightens, feeling plain and boyish and inferior in every way, and then laughs quietly for no reason other than to calm his nerves. The sound falls flat. He clears his throat. "Uhm..." (say something. say something) "I'm Mateo."

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@Toulouse
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Toulouse — Dawn Court Citizen Signos: 45
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 40 — Threads: 9
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 22
▶ 7 [Year 496 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#3
TOULOUSE




The snake writhed in the air, its movements becoming more and more chaotic, tying itself into knots as if agitated by its its captured state. Toulouse watched it with interest, eyes tracing the golden scales that caught and reflected the flames of the torches lining the corridor.

Its skin was glinting with light, each carved scale twisting and turning as if it was truly alive. He knew it wasn’t - but magic was a deceitful thing, turning the inanimate into the animate. To anyone who did not look close enough to see the sharp edges, to feel smooth rock beneath their touch, it may have been enough to fool them. Toulouse would never tell them otherwise, even if they asked.

It was a simple illusion, a harmless trick; but in magic there was knowing. And in knowing, there was power.

He heard the soft footsteps turning the corner, but he ignored them. Every twist of the snake’s golden body was enchanting, hypnotizing; he made sure the dark stranger could see it plainly in the dim lighting, made sure the snake was positioned just so in the air to catch every flicker of light, bright against the dull background of the library.

Come closer, the snake seemed to whisper as its scales slid against one another, I have something to show you.



He had only to wait - and he was not disappointed.

A gasp of surprise, and the snake fell to the ground. It writhed on the floor, twisting and righting itself as the palomino spun to face the pegasus.


Toulouse had known he was being watched - but he didn’t know he knew.

Somewhere on the ground, the snake had twisted itself back around and was beginning to slither away into the darkness.

Green eyes met and matched, one set in a face of black and the other, a face of white. They were near opposites in all but the the color of their gaze - but while Mateo’s expression was one of curiosity, Toulouse’s was filled with hunger. The candor in the pegasus was an opening the wolf in him wanted only to exploit.

“…It is indeed,” he murmurs after just the right amount of hesitation. In one smooth movement, he bent over and swept the golden snake off the floor. "I should have known better than to hide it. Frá svefn,” he whispered, breathing over the golden scales - and the snake became still.

Toulouse turned back to the stranger, the tassels on his scarves swaying at his sides.

“I’m Toulouse,” his tone was still cautious, wary; it was like slipping into another skin, wearing it proudly as his own. Easy, natural, intoxicating. Every new face he met was an opportunity to adapt himself, to become someone new. A challenge he gladly rose to meet.

A prolonged pause stretched between them, the horned man milking every second of it. Until he slowly lifted the snake back up to eye level, and -

“- Would you like to see it again?”

The ruby eyes seemed to be looking directly at Mateo, begging him to say yes.




the motherland don't love you,
the fatherland don’t love you.
so why love anything?

the faithless; they don't love you
the zealous hearts don’t love you.
and that's not gonna change.

ut deo.

@Mateo  
I am so sorry for how late this is D:


enfanir art


i'm stuck in the sunshine, riptide

dancing all alone in the morning light
you came in like a wave when i was feeling alright


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Mateo — Dawn Court Scribe Signos: 675
▶ Played by Rae [PM] Posts: 50 — Threads: 10
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 11
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14 hh Bonded: N/A
#4

Layers of golden scales slide across each other effortlessly. Writhing, twisting, dancing to music unheard. It is mesmerizing. Finally the man whispers something that Mateo doesn't pick up, in no part due to a lack of effort on his end. His ears are perked and he leans in unconsciously, shamelessly, to glean what the man said to the snake. Whatever it was, the creature reacts instantly, drawing still.

Mateo leans back, a little disappointed. It dawns on him that his life is sorely lacking in magical things. But then his attention shifts to the stranger's features, and his disappointment is forgotten.

He has met many green eyes in the past several weeks. There was the desert girl, with her summer eyes and sandstone tongue. There was the boy with the scales and lost memories. And then there was Toulouse, who seemed almost otherworldly with his snake and his hair and his short but deliberate words, which flowed like wine from his lips. Mateo very much liked wine.

He licks his lips. "A pleasure to meet you, Toulouse." The man seems cautious, and so Mateo puts as much warmth as he can into his tone and his smile. He even wags his tail feathers a little, although such a gesture would probably slip past the man's attention. "I'm Mateo." He speaks with that typical Deluminian accent. Scholarly, every syl-la-ble pronounced clear and crisp.

He swallows as the silence thins to a razor's edge.

"Would you like to see it again?" The proposition comes with the taste of steel. Like the man is not asking the same question that the words form. It makes Mateo feel nervous, but in a good way. He blinks his long, dark lashes. Beneath them his eyes shift to a deeper shade of green as his interest is piqued.

"Yes, of course," he says, breathlessly, and he takes a step closer to those ruby eyes. The stranger (Toulouse, he called himself) smells nice. Floral. It is disarming, in the same vaguely dangerous way the snake is-- Mateo feels he shouldn't, but he relaxes a little bit. One of his wings gently touches the other man as tension uncoils from his shoulders. "Where did you find it?"

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@Toulouse no worries/rush, love! <3 I am really enjoying this thread so far!
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