first of all, i'd like to apologize for the sudden disappearance. i've left a few people hanging and i'm sorry, but i'll be dropping all of my threads here. however! please don't hesitate to send me a prompt (i reblogged a prompts post) on my new blog! nothing’s changed and 've already followed everyone i want to (continue) RPing with on my new blog so please check your followers!

i wanted to change blogs practically ever since i started this one, really. i didn’t expect erebus to take of at all and i rushed to establish this blog (look at the URL and you’ll understand what i mean), so a restart of sorts on a fresh new blog seemed like the perfect opportunity.

once again, i’m terribly sorry for the disappearance and i hope to RP with everyone soon!!

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          ( ƒrom ; here , ƒor ; @eostreous​ ) !!

Despite his outward appearance and often a time regal demeanor, Erebus had a great love for adventures. An explorer of the unknown, he calls himself, and also of the known -- whether it be a mystery or not, he found great joy in venturing deep into the mountainous regions of a deserted town or far into the woods long abandoned for its infamous tales of swallowing travelers that never returned. He'd do anything to help sooth an itch caused by boredom and Mika knew that of him. Yet she chose not to drag him along to a destination he'd never been to before but longed to visit -- granted, she also knew of how often Erebus traveled and perhaps she'd lost track of the many places he'd already planted his feet on -- and so, he sulked.

How could Erebus have forgotten just how much of a delight Mika was? And was it humanely -- and even godly -- possible to count the number of instances they've each rolled their eyes at one another? His arms found their way across his chest and he let out a small sigh. He had missed their banters, although he wouldn't admit it aloud. ❝ Silence, brat. I came rushing the moment I heard of your arrival because I've missed you terribly so, my dearest Mika, ❞ the smile on the deity's face and the tone of his voice were as sweet as caramel, but their genuinity was worth taking a look into.

Wordlessly, he removed his hat from atop his head and shoved-- placed it down ever so gently onto her now mess of hair. ❝ It seems you still haven't learnt the art of humility in front of those more superior to you. And don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I was merely out for a casual stroll and happened to hear you were in the vicinity. Although, now that I think about it, your appearance is rather timely. It's lunch time and I've worked up quite the appetite. Thank you for the treat. ❞ He gives her a small dip of his head and his lips curl up wider, no longer the pleasant smile from earlier and leaning more towards a cheeky grin.

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Another (imaginary) blow to his torso was aimed directly at Erebus, his lungs constricting as though Kibum's voice alone had the physical capabilities of wrapping itself around them with a grip so tight that it would leave a mark. This would be the perfect moment to question the many risks of placing high importance on the young male before him, to be weighed down by the fear of giving someone so much control and power over him as Erebus has long ago -- willingly, at that -- resigned to handing over to Kibum. Fatigue was slowly creeping up on Erebus, and at such a wonderful time at that. He couldn't tell if the bleeding had shown mercy and finally came to a stop, or more accurately he couldn't find the mental strength to zero into the wound and check for himself. His mind at present was a jumbled up mess -- of emotions, of possibilities, of anything under the sun and stars that could form into a thought. The god of darkness was relying on instinct now, no more of his usual calculative measures or logical reasoning. With some of the remaining energy in his physical body, he takes a few steps forward and reaches out to place a firm grip on Kibum's wrists, quivering ever so slightly. ❝ Kibum, I love you and I will never let anyone or anything harm you. Do you believe in me? Do you trust me? ❞

          ( ƒor ;; @gosscmer​ ) !!

❝ Kori, ❞ Eiri starts off with an affectionate call of her name. Or her nickname, to be exact, but emphasis shouldn't be placed on the contents of his speech but more so on the tone of his voice. Ever since the events that shook his world upside down, the renowned young novelist had been an empty shell of a man, as cold as ice and as heartless as they came. However, the female before him was special -- they had met in the midway between Eiri of the past and the Eiri everyone knew present day, and it made his relationship with her a little complicated. At times, seeing her or even just talking to her would bring back vivid flashbacks of his time spent in the hospital -- and sometimes blurry images of the time before during the traumatic incident. They were memories he'd prefer to forget if he could, yet the positive memories over-weighed the negative. Of a newfound friendship, and a pillar of support. ❝ We haven't seen each other in over a year and your eyes are glued to your phone screen instead? You hurt me. ❞ A little teasing was all it was, nothing of great severity. Of course it went without saying that during his time back in Japan, they kept in touch rather frequently, however face to face conversations were different from when they had to rely on a man-made medium.

heavenly father, pls give me the Strength to reply to the Hell nessa wrote me

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     // * ƒor ( @kuromxri ) !!

Maybe Eiri shouldn't be here.

From past experiences and those he's heard of from others in the public eye much like himself, your average surgical mask that a lot of people put on was surprisingly effective in warding off curious eyes and in turn, keeping his identity hidden from the public as he went about his day as per normal. The only problem was that although it was highly successful in not attracting attention to oneself in a crowd of bustling people, slow paced one on one conversations? Not so much. It was all the more worse that the one thing he couldn't hide was the biggest indicator of who he was -- his eyes. You'd think that covering more of your face would be more effective in that front -- of disguising oneself -- but alas, both a surgical mask and sunglasses screamed the word 'suspicious' louder than one would expect.

Eiri was well known for his eyes, orbs as black as night that seemed to transcend television screens and photographs alike and bare into the person's soul. "Those weren't the eyes of a writer," people would murmur to themselves in gossip, as though they'd forgotten that his works were never for the faint-hearted. Much like in his personal life -- it took a great amount of guts to approach Eiri, and he carried himself in a way that ensured that.

Why was he here in the first place? Through the advancements of technology he could have easily purchased whichever book he desired online, however whenever possible Eiri preferred to go back to basics and asides from buying a physical copy, another 'basic' way was by going to the library. Donned in a simple black sweater over a white shirt and some jeans, he made his way over to the front desk and asked in a soft voice. "I'm sorry, but I wanted to ask if you carried the original English versions of books here."

      // * ƒor ( @ailuromoe​ ) !!

Even though it had been less than four months since he last held a camera in his hand, it felt far much longer than that and he assumes the sensation of holding a camera once again just like he did before would feel almost foreign. It was a sadness he was reminded of by the promise of meeting up with a past colleague of sorts, made more pronounced by the actual appointment itself. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Kuranosuke started off with a polite smile, all formalities and minimal in warmth. The last time they had conversed was the photoshoot he'd been the photographer of -- he couldn't exactly recall an instance after that where they'd exchanged words, asides from when they agreed to the present meet up.  "How have you been, Nozaki-san?"