En Litari II ([BrokEn AU])'s Comments

(and so i have returned to his profile yet again haha. taking this opportunity to continue things :o )

So, here he was in En's home again regardless. To be fair, the rain from before could easily get going again, and it wasn't like he had anywhere nearby to stay. Mentally reasoning the logic of his choice, Caelestis fiddled with his fingers from his seat on the sofa, gaze lowered. "You... really don't need to worry about me," he began hesitantly. "That before was a choice I made. I wouldn't quite consider it dying anyway," he looked up, "but if I've 'died' once already, I can die again, don't you think? Even if this body meets its end, I should be able to return here before too long."

A brief pause followed, his voice slightly more distraught afterwards. "It isn't fair that you're to be left alone. There must be another solution for that—and my life doesn't hold the same extent of value as a mortal's, so please." It worried him, not entirely knowing what was alright to share with En, but what else was he to do? "I'm more concerned about you," he added.

There was so much he wanted to ask. About the details behind En's past—more than just bits and pieces to speculate on without the entire context—that brother he'd mentioned before, and of what his plans for the future exactly were. It was almost a familiar concept. Dangerous, morally questionable personal missions motivated to the extent of betraying and abandoning one's loved ones, willing to oppose them regardless of where their loyalties may lie, largely out of the simple fear of bringing them down along with oneself. He nearly wanted to laugh thinking of it, though his heart still panged at the thought. Ah, hopefully this time would be a bit better...

Bringing his feet up onto the cushion as well, Caelestis drew his knees up against himself. Averting his gaze slightly, "With all those other concerns aside, do you… like it when I'm around?" Or do you not? Even if En did somehow have feelings for him... Gah, did he? Merely the thought of that kiss made his mind swirl. But even if so, that didn't necessarily mean that they were something the ex-prince would ever look to embrace. "No matter how much I gather of you, I haven't a clue what to think..." He went silent for a short moment, only to stand up in a start before any response could be given.

"...Oh, that reminds me. I never did cook for you in thanks for that time before, did I?" Oddly anxiously, Caelestis took off towards the kitchen. A change of topic didn't seem too bad...

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

(It is v long )

By the time Caelestis had entered, En had undone his ponytail and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced at the black cat and the small bird that greeted him, tossing his keys next to them and undoing his jacket. It wasn't until he heard the comment about not caring about death that he gave the celestial a sharp look over his shoulder.
"Do you think that just because you come back, it'll be easy for me to watch that?" he signed angrily. "Don't talk like that. And don't be okay with losing your life so easily."
He took a deep breath to calm himself down while listening to Caelestis, to which he offered a silent yet bitter laugh. "Fate has never been on my family's side," he signed. "There's a story that my father was a monster that slayed gods and took their powers for himself. I'm sure the gods are getting their revenge through me."
Suddenly exhausted, he lumbered towards his couch and sat down besides him with a sigh, running his fingers through his white hair again. "I want to strike them down and get my own revenge, but I know I'll die before I can land a blow on even one. I'll probably die watching them laugh at me." The idea made him clench his jaw in rage, but that defeated exhaustion only washed it away seconds later.

A silence settled over the two. En was exhausted from today's events, he wondered if Caelestis was the same, considering his own silence. As if on cue, the celestial began to speak, albeit timidly. When that question came, the ex-prince didn't respond immediately. He stayed quiet, opening his eyes a fraction and merely staring at the floor. Finally, the hand that wasn't buried in his hair began to sign, "I'm--"
Before he could finish signing, Caelestis suddenly got up and rushed to the kitchen. En blinked slowly, then dropped his hand with a quiet sigh. How did he feel? He wasn't sure, honestly. He'd spent so long erasing his feelings and the people around him to avoid them being taken from him and the rush of grief and agony that followed, but with Caelestis coming so often, he felt his old self trying to return. It was a constant clash of whether to feel or not, and he still wasn't sure what to make of it. Even if Caelestis had some form of immortality to himself, surely the gods wouldn't allow something like that? They'd surely find a way to still take him.

En glanced at his pets, both of which were curiously watching Caelestis cook-- or more, hoping he was cooking for them. He followed their gaze to him, watching him try to differentiate the ingredients while probably trying to think up a dish to cook. He was a whirlwind of a mess, and was constantly annoying the assassin with his pestering and stalking, but...

As Caelestis focused on his tasks, arms snaked around his waist from behind, and En rested his chin on his shoulder. He stayed like that for a second, then moved his hands to cover Caelestis's, helping him shape them into sign language.

"I like when you're around."

Caelestis Solaestial

(AKJSKJHGHJKSGHS and late af, but a little bonus reply that got lengthier than intended)

Caelestis sifted through the fridge and cabinets in attempt to get a feel for his options. There were no lemons nor lemon juice—that time before must've been with the lemon he'd given En, and any left over would surely be no good by now. This was a problem. He barely even knew many recipes, without there typically being much reason to cook himself at all, but he couldn't possibly make something bland. Heavens no! Fortunately at least, though an apparent nervousness still mingled its way into his movements, the distress at this issue did seem fairly effective at distracting himself from the earlier topic he'd brought up, really. Spices it is, Caelestis settled on after several moments of intense pondering—only for his eyes to widen at the arms around him.

Suddenly forgetting how to breathe, his face reddened. En...? There wasn't exactly anyone else it could be, and this position… This—this couldn't be allowed—

Just as he began turning his head aside in attempt to formulate some semblance of a reaction, En's hands covered his own. And any remaining composure was lost. W-what? What?? Head swirling so thoroughly… What was even happening? He looked down properly at last, and watching the movements that his hands seemed to be guided into, it was… sign language? Sign language. Words. And yes, the meaning… Thank god it wasn't as fast as usual, because he could nearly hear slow gears in his mind earnestly grinding their way to follow along.

'Like… when you're…' The rest was acknowledged subtly...

Caelestis stilled for a moment, allowing his body to lean back slightly into the embrace—as much as it could be done so, really, because he felt his legs just might buckle otherwise. Attempting to at least will back the hinting of tears nudging his eyes, he let out a quiet breath in defeat, and turned slowly around until they were both face-to-face. How to... how to react. He didn't really know what this meant exactly, but... After only staring wide-eyed for an indistinct period, in a sudden fluster by his pounding heart, Caelestis closed the distance and pressed his lips against En's.

It was more lengthened than any of the previous, frustratingly fleeting ones at least, but he pulled away as soon as his mind finally caught up to him. And awkwardly rushed back to the other room. Considering the previous moment, hopefully En wouldn't be about to murder him over that at least, but still! Caelestis mentally scolded his instinctive course of action, slapping his cheeks twice in hopeless attempt to get himself together.

Either way, it was seeming like the cooking might have to wait, actually. He… he was going to need to lie down for a while after this.

Quill Taeya

(Had to think real hard whether or not the timelines align lol)
"You call that rage? I've seen hamsters more intimidating than you." Quill mocked and taunted En while acting as his moving target during training. Being able to concentrate on only the defensive and roasting someone elses offensive, his movements were a lot more controled and calculated than usual. Eventually, he jumped back to a safe distance and lowered his knives. "En please, you're boring me to tears over here. If you can't anger into strenght properly, you'll never be able to claim your vengence. Let's just stop for today."
Then Quills gaze adverted from En and instead focused on a tall figure with white hair in the distance, looking over them with a blank stare. Quills muscles tensed up, as an aching wave of pain coursed through his chest. "You again..." he whispered with a resentful expression, before looking back to En.
"Oh, by the way... You dated a guy named Marco once, right?..." In an last attempt to really grind Ens gears, he'd remind him of his own love long lost. "I got a little curious and apparently, he's pretty well known where he lives. He's known to pick up people at bars for one night stands. Apparently, he did that all the time. He probably cheated on you while you were together. I doubt someone like you would've been good enough for him."

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

En sheathed his swords with a look of dissatisfaction and irritation on his otherwise cold face. He'd thought he'd been attacking with his full strength, but was he really holding some back? Or was it that he wasn't transferring his rage yet? He thought back to the fight, then the one he had with his friends long ago. He remembered getting consumed with a white hot fury that obliterated any sense of logic he had, fueling him with only instincts, and ones that read one thing: kill them all. Even now, he couldn't recall a time he'd felt similarly. Part of him didn't want to feel that again, afraid that... He wasn't sure what he was afraid of.
Hearing a quiet, inaudible comment, En glanced up at Quill to see him staring off somewhere. He was about to follow his gaze when a name was brought up that caused him to freeze. His eyes, downcast, widened slowly at the information. The stoic mask over his face slipped for just a second, and instead of the cruel assassin shaped by fate, it was once again the vulnerable, young prince.
... Cheating?
Pain twisted over his face. He knew it. He knew it. He wasn't good enough, he never was! Marco was with someone else better, more attractive, better together. He always was.
And the prince... had always been alone.
The searing white flames engulfed him from the inside, and he welcomed it almost eagerly. Just get this pain away from me, he begged it.

Everything went black.
Distorted instincts took control.
Kill them all.

Both swords trembled as their roses flashed an array of colors. Eyes now devoid of both emotion and even humanity, En swiped both swords in Quill's direction. Balls of chaotic energy shot out of both swords, twirling around each other before slamming together into a powerful blast of rapid energy.
Before the dirt from the blast could even clear, En had sliced through it to get to his target. In his hands were not the swords anymore, but a new weapon formed from their combination: a golden scythe.

Quill Taeya

(I couldn't reply yesterday but I wanted to 😔)

Oh, how Quill loved seeing Ens reaction. The same kind of reaction he had when he was betrayed. What made Quill so fond of En in the first place, was how they always seem to have some twisted paralles. How nice that that feeling would still occur, despite Ens changes. It put a wide and satisfied grin on his face. How does it feel to be so hopelessly abandoned, En?
That smile, however, was quickly wiped off his face when En did, in fact, utilize Quills little 'motivation' into a powerful attack he wasn't prepared for. A direct hit that send the outlaw flying back for a few meters and hit the ground with a pained groan. He gathered himself up a little, just enough to see the scythe that has become of the assassins swords. Almost out of reflex, Quill threw a knife away from him, a string of dark magic attached to it, in order to pull himself away before En could to anything to him with that scythe.
Once by his knife, which got stuck in the bark of a tree, he got up and grabbed it's handle while chuckling to himself. That chuckle would eventually turn into a derranged laughter. "Amazing! That's what I was looking for!" He pulled his knife out of the tree and stared into nothingness once again.
"Are you watching, Allegro?
You might see me die by your brothers hands today!" He let out a laugh again before shooting another knife into a wall closeby. "Let's raise the difficulty a bit, shall we?"

Caelestis Solaestial

(basically just directly continuing from here haha)

Caelestis' eyes drifted up towards the flower crown that had been returned to him—rejected, in a way—and placed onto his own head instead. Looking back towards En, he could only stare in shock, eyes widened. What did that comment mean? How was he supposed to interpret it?? He didn't even know what to feel, or at least what he had ought to. It likely hadn't meant anything, but still somehow put a delighted, albeit flustered smile on his face regardless. He quickly retreated to his original location on the other side of the tree, but the more he thought about it, the warmer his cheeks grew, and once sitting down, he ended up scooting until he'd circled back around to where En rested. A great way of not bothering him, wasn't it? But to be fair, it was En that had told him he didn't have to leave. This was just… the consequences of that decision.

At first, Caelestis only sat silently and stilly, wanting to speak up but still feeling reluctant and uncertain. What should he even say? He couldn't seem to muster up the words to say anything that he'd been wanting to say. To comment properly on En's parting words, or the misfortunes he'd summarized. As motionless as the celestial appeared, his mind raced. Finally, he stood up suddenly, and wandered off to the meadow behind, returning before too long with a handful of flowers. The initial intention was to make another flower crown and insist that En kept it this time, but he found himself questioning whether there would even be the time to finish it. Defeated, he stared at the flowers he held, and then to En, before merely setting the flowers themselves beside him. Even so, it didn't feel enough, and mind still scrambling, Caelestis then reached into his shirt and took out… a lemon, setting it down beside En as well. Emergency rations, he would claim. Only one left of what initially had seemed far too many for any normal person, but that had been his fault for eating them all too quickly, and the sacrifice seemed worth it. He... did hope it wouldn't get crushed this time though.

Having oddly committed himself to the idea of giving En as many gifts as he could, however random they may be, Caelestis looked around for more, and after adding a lemon-flavored hard candy to the odd pile (extra emergency rations), only one more thing ended up coming to mind. A bit more significant, but likely still meaningless to the ex-prince. Despite accepting this fact, Caelestis proceeded, creating just enough of a vine from his wrist to pluck off a single gold leaf, and held it out to En directly. "…You can stomp on it when you're mad. Or tear it into pieces, if you'd like. It won't quite hurt, but I'll feel it, somewhat," he said quietly. It seemed best not to mention though, that he could also roughly estimate the location of it in that situation as well, if there was to be any chance of it being accepted. While he hadn't quite caught on to En's pre-existing suspicions of stalking, it wasn't difficult to figure that it wouldn't be especially appreciated from him.

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

There was still plenty of time until his target arrived, so, as he'd come here to do, En sat back down and resumed his meditation, if that was the right term. Meditation in all its forms was meant to create inner peace and qualm moral and emotional conflicts. Clearly, En had long lost that battle, and now only felt guided by such anger and hatred, he wouldn't let it go anytime soon. However, they were ravenous flames that needed to be tamed, unless he wanted a repeat of his home, or, to a lesser extent, his lashing out to Caelestis.
Speaking of which...
En had his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing, but constantly found his focus snapping. At first it was the shuffling of one sitting, then scooting towards him, then the feeling of an intense gaze focused on him. A vein at the side of his head began to throb, and his eyebrows twitched. Just what was that guy doing?
The stare left, and shortly following was the sound of grass and leaves crunching under footsteps. Finally, he could resume--
What was that smell? En's nose twitched. Flowers, but up close. Another of those strange hats? Finally, he opened one eye, then the other when he saw the small offering in front of him. What-- Where did this lemon even come from?! He snapped his head in Caelestis's direction, ready to angrily sign at him that none of this was necessary, until he saw the golden leaf held out to him. He blinked lightly at it. It looked just like the vines he'd seen at the beach.
He reached out to take it when something stopped him. Ways away, he could see a group of men in suits that seemed to surround someone else. His target.
Quickly, the ex-prince got up, golden eyes trained on the moving group. He glanced briefly at Caelestis, and the leaf he held out. No time for that. He turned back to the group and rushed off.

Caelestis Solaestial

And En left.

Caelestis watched with a frown, still holding the leaf that hadn't been taken. Rejected yet again, it seemed. Although at least it didn't appear to have been completely intentional for once. He did vaguely recall the mention of a job of sorts, after all. But while he figured the sort of job it likely was, and understood the importance of it, not being unfamiliar with the concept himself, there was still a sense of disappointment. He let out a long, but quiet sigh. It... was still definitely disappointing.

Once En was far from sight, Caelestis instead looked down at the leaf, staring for a few moments before pocketing it into his shirt. He began getting up himself, but paused to quickly retrieve the other items as well. It would be no good to abandon them here, and… he didn't quite feel ready to forfeit on giving them to En, as silly as it was. Making note of the direction the other had gone in, Caelestis stood up to follow silently along. A far enough distance that he shouldn't get in the way, but would still be able to observe and approach quickly enough to help if needed. Not that he would expect En to need any help though, but it was a better excuse than simply wanting to follow him, wasn't it?

White (Cyan) PolarisStorm

"Hey, you!" Cyan sprinted to En as soon as he saw the unfamiliar man, a giant grin on his face. "Are you the uh... Fuck, what was your name again?" Wow, great start! "Never mind. Have you met my brother? His name's White, short white hair, wears the same outfit as me except with a red-orange rose? Really looks a lot like me? Mute? That guy?" He paused for an answer, but none came. Then he tried to sign to him, but once again, no answer. After a few moments, he remembered that if it was the specific guy he had heard of, Carmine said something about only being able to write to communicate. He pulled a sheet of paper and a pen out of his suit, then wrote:

Sorry. Hey, were you the guy who ate at the vegan restaurant with my brother? If so, I appreciate it. He's a lonely person, doesn't exactly have that many friends. At least... Not that I know of. Thanks for being nice to him. My name is also White. It's a complicated story as to why our names are the same, don't worry about it.

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

Upon getting yelled at, En immediately spun around to face who was behind it. He seemed to relax when he recognized the person, but confusion flashed across his face at the completely new demeanor... and voice. Looks a lot like... So this must be a twin. Interesting.
En didn't reply immediately, instead taking the moment to cross his arms and understand the situation. When given the piece of paper, however, he furrowed his brows in irritation and wrote back, 'I'm mute, not deaf. I can understand you just fine. He hadn't told me about his family, so your similar appearance threw me off. Your brother is a fine person. I like him. But don't mistake this. This is not an invitation. Your brother is the only one I'm willing to spend time with.'

Caelestis Solaestial

It was quite something, to have just walked out of a small grocery store with a bag of fresh lemons, only to spot En passing by a short ways away, just barely in the corner of his vision and somewhat concealed by the shadows of the dusk. Now, the smart thing to do would have been to simply continue on his way and feel thankful that the other hadn't seen him, but Caelestis was surely anything but smart when within any remote proximity of the former prince. Naturally, his first thought was to catch En's attention through calling his name, only to realise that he hadn't the slightest clue what it even was. Nevertheless, he rushed to close the distance slightly, before instead all too enthusiastically calling out with a wave, "My dashing pursuer!" Nicknames were not quite his specialty, but one must make do from time to time.

Once En had turned around, likely at least recognizing his voice no matter the questionable vagueness of the nickname, Caelestis acted according to his first instinct—to playfully blow a kiss. Soon after, the stupidity of his actions sunk in, and he suddenly began feeling rather as if a deer in headlights. It was at the very least fortunate that they weren't in the middle of nowhere this time, for it was surely not the best location to begin attacking someone with such a flashy weapon. His second instinct, however, was to pick a lemon out of his shopping bag and toss it at the man. An act of love in his eyes, despite the odd aggressiveness of it. There was after all, no greater pleasure than to share something so wonderful with another, no matter the unusual circumstances and complete lack of context. Having finished with his odd impulses, he at long last turned around to quickly sprint away, not far differently from how he had before. Oh, to call him a mess... would be a bit of an understatement.

( ok but the lemon is my heart rn, and also caelestis' they're… really not on the same page in the slightest,, skjfkhjshkfj but also, his last remaining brain cell throughout every interaction)

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

* CACKLE NOOOO i did laugh when i read the lemon part tho KEKEKEK

The very moment Caelestis called out to him the air grew tense and dark, and the only thing visible were the ex-prince's glowing, furious eyes when he snapped his head in his direction.
The anger inside him boiled up further when he was given that teasing motion. The brat, toying with him again and mocking their last interaction--! En clenched his teeth as the other dug around in his bag, and narrowed his eyes as he saw something hurled at him. Without flinching, he caught the lemon, and kept eye contact with Caelestis as he crushed it and tossed its shriveled remains on the ground.
As Caelestis began running away, En unsheathed one of his swords and followed in close pursuit.
There was murder in his eyes.

Marco Taeya

"No... Enny what happened?!" Marco firmly grabbed hold of Ens shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes, not even noticing the assasin was in the middle of unsheathing his sword. "Why are you mute? Why is there a bounty on your head?!" His shaky voice cracked. The sheer terror in his expression was purely concern. "I'm not letting anyone hurt you!" His eyebrows furrowed, shifting his fearful expression into a determined, but also somewhat desperate one.

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

The minute he was touched En kicked Marco in the chest to push him away. Before he could get the chance to move back closer, a golden sword pointed at his throat, with its owner showing not an ounce of remorse or hesitation. If anything, he looked angry, as if yelling, 'Don't you dare pity me.'
It had been a year since he'd seen Marco-- a year since he'd smiled. Too much had happened during that time: his voice was stolen, and his brother's death was mocked by his closest friends. It was a harsh wake-up call to his cruel reality; nothing good existed for him. Not even Marco.

Marco Taeya

Marco stood there, petrified over Ens reaction. He kept inspecting his eyes, hoping to find just a scrap of life, that optimism that he fell in love with. There was none. "Enny please... I don't want to be your enemy!.. Please let me help you. We can fix this!" He didn't back away. No, he even leaned a bit closer, allowing the tip of the blade to touch his throat. "I still love you..." The shapeshifter wouldn't break eye-contact, praying that there was still some of the old En in there.

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

En narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his sword, the rose beginning to glow red in reaction. The sword was heating up. There was that damn pain again, that low, cold pulse in his chest that ached with doubts and begged for humanity.
It was weakness; a naive side that still believed there was a chance for him to be happy. He'd been tricked too many times by it to know the truth. If he allowed himself to be vulnerable here, to him, it would only end badly. That was the only destiny he had.
"I still love you...."
His eyes widened with fury, and with flames erupting out of his sword, he swung it downward. A wall of flames raced across the ground, separating the two. En slowly lowered his sword and stared at Marco from his side, his face a mixture of sorrow and iciness. He shook his head at him, as if to say, "You shouldn't."
He turned and walked off.

Marco Taeya

He lost him. Marco realized whatever happened, could in fact not be fixed. At least not by him. He slowly walked a few steps backwards, his eyes still fixated on En, his expression grew bitter... resentful even, repressing his fear with aggression, as he usually does. His vulnerability has been met with rejection and heartbreak, as it always seemed to do. There was nothing left to say. He turned around and slowly and walked in the opposite direction.

The Conqueror Milkman

you stink even if you can't talk

go home or else I'll come over to beat you up

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

The Conqueror Milkman

go back to your MOM

it's my turn to destroy the world

En Litari II ([BrokEn AU]) PicklePantry

BriefPowerfulIlsamochadegu-size_restrict