Mcgilou:

mcgilou:

fox face:

   – ; “BEATS ME.” The witch gave a slight shrug. While the start of a week could be bothersome there were other things about each and every day of the week that could be considered unpleasant so she simply couldn’t get why just one day of the week was picked.

   “Who am I?” Her thoughts stopped as she heard the man’s other question, the expression on her face curving into that of a sly grin, clapping her hands together excitedly before taking pose. “I’m glad you asked. I am the wise sorceress who travels the eleven seas, who scoffs at the might of dragons! None other than the acclaimed and illustrious Mazhigigika Miludin do Din Nolurun Dou. Magilou for short!”

“...Right.”

Definitely an oddball, this one, but then this was the pot calling the kettle black. The daemon could only respond in kind. Puffing out his chest and raising himself to his full height, he proclaimed:

“I’m the dashing daemon who treks the regions of the world, who sneers at exorcists and the Abbey! Bred in the home of exiles, he seeks the blood of tyrants. None other than great and powerful Lunarre Arsène Villon! Lunarre for short.”

The daemon finished his speech by crossing his arms and tossing up his chin as if to say ‘whaddaya think of that?’

Alisha never thanked Lunarre for saving her life in the prologue episode. It's because of him that she survived Symonne and survived to see the rest of the series!

Granted Lunarre was planning on eating her (presumably) at the time but he never actually did it...XP

He still deserves a thanks damnit!! If she can forgive Maltran (game) then she can easily forgive him!

“...The hell is everyone?”

all the swaps in one!

favorite lit quotes ➤ vicious, v.e. schwab

nebu-hii-ejamu:

@snickering-kitsune

The fallen Empyrean spoke telepathically to the witty fox hellion, albeit, since a thousand years have passed, he’d grown up a bit. Let’s say he’s around Mikleo’s physical human age and voiced by, let’s say, Quinton Flynn, in a sort of Ryden-type voice.

“I have a task for you, Lunarre… Nevermind who I am just yet, but I’ve seen you… You want your life to have purpose. You could say we’re in the same boat. I long to have a purpose myself. With the Shepherd now departed, and the Lord of Calamity fallen, I see an opportunity for both of us to thrive. Should you find my offer tempting, meet me in Bartlow’s old mansion in Ladylake.

The world was chock full of fucking surprises, wasn’t it? The hellion froze in his tracks and put up his guard, eyes scanning his dark, barren surroundings for the speaker. The voice was definitely in his head, but the bastard speaking could be hiding somewhere in the jagged terrain.

Maybe he'd finally lost what little sanity he still clung to.

“You asked you?” he spat. “I had my chances and I blew them all. This is the punishment I deserve.”

Yet the hellion’s heart ached for the peace that had, for one reason or another, eluded him. His heart and soul screamed for it, and he could not deny he was tempted.