childrenofestheim

[childrenofestheim]

broadswordandpistol​:

“A drinking buddy.” Alvin plopped himself down unceremoniously next to Rain. There was only one glass in sight. He did Rain the courtesy of not drinking from the bottle.

“It’s been a long time since someone went down on my watch, and I figure you’re not taking it any better than I am.” Someone was hardly a descriptor. The fallen knight had been more than a mere someone. A friend, a trusted ally, a perennial warm welcome in a cold land.

He eyed Rain’s collapsed form with a worn but keen eye. “Seems I was right.”

“We’re not heroes.” He grumbled under his breath, only taking another sip of wine, and was unlikely going to finish the bottle since he was still cautious about his health even when at his lowest. 

“The world sees us as the oh so glorious warriors of light sure, and while I’ll quietly smile and play the role I think you and I both know there’s no such thing as heroes, otherwise we would be able to save whomever we cared about.”

His nightmares were sure to take a turn for the worst from here on out, not that it was anything new, but he knew it was best to be well rested for the path that was ahead.

“Funny, cause I’ve never even considered the path for vengeance until now. I still know it won’t do anything, may not even make me feel better at all. Granted I’m sure you and a few others would stop me from doing something incredibly stupid if I tried.”

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@broadswordandpistol​

It was to be expected that Rain wasn’t doing to well after the Vault, not after the Knight gave his life to protect him. 

“A smile is better suited for a hero...”

He remembered those last words of his, and had indeed given a smile for the fallen Knight. Yet Rain had learned long ago there was no such thing as heroes, having learned that lesson the hard way long before he had been thrown into Eorzea. 

It was only natural that he kindly excused himself from the group after a short while, finding himself first traveling out to the marks of Nymeia and Nald'thal to silently pray for his fallen friend, then made one last trip back out to Coerthas to offer one final prayer to Halone, before teleporting away with a deep sigh.

Upon entering the free company mansion he quietly grabbed a bottle of chilled red before slipping to his room, taking a few slow sips before setting it on the table gently and collapsing on the couch in emotional exhaustion. Etro’s chosen, Warrior of Light, such titles and powers that came with them meant nothing to him if he couldn’t save those he cared about...

Hearing a gentle knock at his door made him groan as he rolled over, only offering Alvin a sigh as he saw him walk in concern. Of course he knew what had happened, as Rain had gently enlisted his help before entering The Vault.

“What do you want?”

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soraofdestinyislands​:

Sora’s blue eyes were fixed on the other God that he had encountered in Aeterna. He tried to give the impression that he wasn’t meaning any harm, but he knew it might take the other God some time to trust him. Despite the fact he looked young, Sora was actually ancient and had been alive for decades, but that didn’t stop people thinking he was younger than he was, especially the other Gods. It was frustrating, sometimes.

“Sora, the Sun God.” He introduced himself, even bowing slightly to show politeness, especially since the other God seemed to be cautious and defensive. That was why the Sun God was keeping his distance until the other felt reassured enough to let him near. 

“Who are you?”

@childrenofestheim​

That would explain why Sora at least felt similar to Bhunivelze, but doubted the two were related much less in league with one another. He was still sore and aching from withstanding the God of Light’s torture after all, but chose to sheath his weapon and fold his arms.

“Dimah, successor to Etro.” 

There was no way he was giving out his mortal name to a stranger, let alone hinting that once upon a time he had even been human before. 

“I’m afraid the old Goddess of Death just grew to weak and faded away not to long ago. She bestowed her powers upon me with her dying breath.”

Not something that he had wanted, much less was apart of their original bargain years ago. He would have much rather just died with that heart attack and then be the end of it. 

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soraofdestinyislands​:

Sora was rather different from the other gods, both in personality and nature. He was kindhearted, somewhat childish despite the fact he’d been alive for decades, and didn’t have much of a knowledge of humans. True to his name, the Sun God was rather bright in terms of his personality, always choosing to look at the positives rather than the negatives. Even when bad situations arose, he always tried to approach them with a positive outlook. It was that which had led him to Aeterna in the first place. 

He just hadn’t expected to come across another divine. Though, Sora knew that there were other divines, he didn’t interact with them much, which was why he’d just been watching this divine, who seemed to be placing flowers on a small headstone. Had he lost someone then? A small frown graced his features, and he was so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized that they knew he was there until he heard them speak, seeming to debate with himself for a few moments before he stepped out of the shadows, his golden wings that seemed to shimmer fluttering gently behind him. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you. But I mean you no harm.” 

Lowering his weapon Rain stared at the other God in question. He didn’t seem all that harmful, but Bhunivelze had proven that appearances could be deceiving, and there was no denying that the other still held such an ancient aura around him where as he was still basically an infant, and would likely still be seen as such for several centuries in comparison.

“Who are you?” He then asked, trying to not sound as threatening and demanding as he had been before, but naturally he still had his reasons for being cautious and defensive. At least he could slip back into his realm in a moments notice if he had to...

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@soraofdestinyislands​

It had only been weeks since his beloved was struck down. Rain’s wounds had healed, though he still found himself sore from the torture Bhunivelze had inflicted, and naturally the heart ache he felt didn’t go away either. Every day he found himself picking wild flowers and placing them on her grave in the forest outside of Aeterna.

Gently rubbing his fingertips over the small headstone he paused once he sensed a divine presence nearby, likely watching him. Thankfully he could tell right away it wasn’t Bhunivelze, but it felt quite similar, and so he drew his gunblade out of precaution as he glanced around. 

“I know you’re out there so you might as well show yourself.”

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savedgames​:

          「 Which is all that can be expected, I suppose, 」 she murmurs with a small nod, idly tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His next words have her blinking in surprise, her eyes a bit wide. 「 You … do not wish for what may come after? 」 she inquires softly, confusion flickering across her features. 「 Surely there may be something waiting for you. A new life, if little else. 」

“Its been centuries since I was thrown into this timeline and I haven’t aged a day, meanwhile back home I can only imagine that my family just passed on long ago. I see no point in being reborn without them, so I will let the chaos swallow me whole in the end and fade away into nothing. It doesn’t sound to painful at least.”

With a sigh he glanced up at the night sky, having come to this decision long ago, doubting that Yeul could say anything to change his mind.

“But thank you for your concern”

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savedgames​:

          She nods a bit at his apology, even if she feels a touch awkward with it. It’s not her fault she hates everything she’s supposed to be… It feels like it’s taken everything from her. His next words have her blinking a few times, her head tipping to the side. 「 Aunt … ? Uncle … ? 」 Confusion flickers across her expression. But all too soon, she notes his seeming anxiousness, a soft sigh escaping. 「 Have you forgotten Caius is no more? He is not looming over my shoulder, anymore. 」 

“Yes well, let’s just say I’ve had a couple unpleasant run ins with him in other timelines...” He grumbled under his breath, having lost count of how many times he had ended up in the hospital for stitches and more, let alone even attempted to count his battle scars.

“Is it really all that wise for you to be alone without a Guardian then Yuel? Academia is a pretty big place, reasonably safe yes but you could end up lost if you don’t know where you’re going.”

[childrenofestheim]

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,

I’m sorry that I survived,

And if I could go back in time

You never would have died

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falsusverum​:

⚜ Yet ANOTHER district of the city had been assaulted by Heartless, seemed it was never-ending. A stream with a constant flow that, over time, steadily built up and increased in pressure, threatening to burst at the seams. As acting Commander and leader of Cordis with the absence of any proper authoritian figure of power, Yozora was the last one left to lead the people of his world out of darkness’ hold. It was only natural he’d feel responsible for keeping everyone safe. More of than not, that sense of overwhelming responsibility threatened to SUFFOCATE, leading him to more…RECKLESS behaviors.

A WINCE of agony from the wound, the MEDIC having recognized the signs of injury straight away on his COMMANDER, causing the silver to sigh.

❝ It’s just a scratch, it’s NOTHING to be worried about… ❞

Once again, refusing to acknowledge he’d gone off on his own, the second question going completely ignored.

“I don’t believe you. Take your shirt off so I can check for more injuries.”

It was an order yes, but he had the decency to let Yozora do it himself rather than awkwardly do it on his own. 

“Be thankful that you don’t need stitches.” Though he bandaged tightly, and only casted a regen spell instead of cure in an attempt to teach him a lesson. Either way though it would numb his pain. 

“A week ago you lecture me about over working myself and now here you are injured from Goddess knows what, hypocritical much? I’d bonk you over my head if you weren’t my superior.”

Pausing to glance across the room at one of his patients he frowned as he sensed a change in the atmosphere, knowing one of them wasn’t going to make it through the night now...

“I shouldn’t have to tell you what would happen if you died Commander. Take someone for support next time, even if it’s not a medic such as myself.”

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@falsusverum​

It was a quiet night for once, Rain having checked to make sure his sleeping patients were all stable before he considered getting some rest, but then in walked in his clearly bleeding Commander. For a brief moment there was noticeable concern on his face, but that quickly turned to frustration as he yanked him towards the nearest empty bed.

“What did you do?” It was a whispered hiss, clearly angry yet quiet enough to not wake anyone as he put on gloves and harshly began disinfecting his wounds.

“Did you go off all alone again Commander?”

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savedgames​:

          She listens intently as he speaks, nodding a couple times as he explains his story. It was certainly not a future she’d seen, but perhaps one of the others had. A future where the flow of time never stopped … she wondered what that was like. 「 A paradox certainly seems as though it would be the most logical explanation, 」 she murmurs, a wry smile turning up her lips. 「 A twist in the timeline that changed your future… . One that somehow pulled you with it. Though I must admit, I am not quite certain how something like that might come to pass. 」

          For a moment, she’s quiet, just watching him quietly — almost curiously. 「 All that being said, you seem to have made yourself at home here. As much as can be expected, of course. 」  

“I’ve done what I can to make do.”

Of course he said nothing about joining what he knew full well was a murderous cult, but most of his morals had been thrown out the window centuries ago.

“That being said...I plan on dying with this world, Savior or other wise. I have no interest in being reborn because there’s nothing that awaits me in this so called ‘New World’. Let her save the people that actually want to be saved...Assuming that’s what Bhunivelze actually has planned.”

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etrobeauty​:

Eyes opened to fixate her irises on her son, withdrawing herself from her reminiscing. A content smile appearing her features. He was truly maturing. Their beliefs have matched, linking their bonding. Her arms crossed over her chest once the subject shifted. “Yes. And do mind that relying on my skills alone would give you the automatic pass. Your father has learned some tactics as well you know.”

Her steps approaching the table to examine the weapons. Taking the blade to her hands to run digits on the traces. It was evident of usage in battle, withal enhancement of skill comes from test and exhibition. Just from the worn traces distinct the effort executed. “I believe you are aware of its style of execution. Now it’s the matter of presenting it correctly.”

“Do you find it odd that I’m more comfortable dual wielding than anything else?”

Somehow it just felt so much more natural to him, expanded his tactics in the heat of battle with more options and strategy, though he still needed to work on blocking and dodging. 

“I’ll keep up my magic training sessions with Dad too. I at least feel like I’ve gotten a decent handle on water and thunder. 

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You know I really didn’t think I’d have to say this in freaking 2020, but a not so friendly reminder that if you have a muse OC or not that has any sort of back story concerning r*ape Slap on a TW before your bio

I have SO MANY warnings on Primrose for this exact reason.

It’s not hard!

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etrobeauty​:

       There was a worrisome impel for Lightning to make haste to her son to examine him, just as any mother would to a child. However, she remained in her position. Despite the months past of hospitalization for him, uneasiness persisted. Has she grown soft, since the birth of her offspring was vastly evident. “You truly do have some of your father’s custom..” She muttered. She was reminded of Hope’s singularity of late night work.        An exhale escaped. Her negative habit of sleep deprivation getting passed down to her children now. “You can’t be too careless now.” The emphasis on her words due to her son’s history of enduring his illness. She acknowledged improvement, yet she still wished for more caution.

“Please I know the minute I let out another cough you’ll be hovering over me.” He half teased, but knew she meant well considering he had been born with a weakened pair of lungs and immune system.

“I just wanna finish my work to make it easier on Dad. You know he’s been working late all week, and if my health continues to improve I’d still like to take over for him once he decides to finally retire.”

He did find it odd that it being as late as it already was he wasn’t home yet, but wasn’t worried. But to appease his worried mother Page then decided it was best to power off his devices now and finish up in the morning. 

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“Sorry Yeul.”

It seemed that his intent to be polite had backfired, but he was quick to correct the mistake and nod at her request.

“I’ll let Aunt Serah and Uncle Noel know the next time I see them. Is there anything else you’d ask of me?”

He certainly had no where else to be, but couldn’t help but to be alert and on edge, looking for any sign of purple hair lurking in the background out of pure paranoia.

【 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚂… 】 :// @childrenofestheim {Rain}

          The first shift is her expression is when he addresses her, her nose wrinkling up in a sort of distaste. 「 Do not call me that … please, 」 the word is added to the request as an afterthought — she was told being polite was better. Overrated, she thinks. For a long moment, she’s quiet. Thoughtful. Then she takes a deep breath before she continues.  「 You … know the ones who changed the timeline, yes? … tell them I said thank you. 」 Her tone makes it more of a demand than a request.

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silveredscion​:

So, this WAS serious.

Hearing what happend had the mechanic’s eyes widen, taking a step forward, until the familiar whizzing of a ship overheard caught both his and the Glaive’s attention. Thankfully it didn’t pay any attention to them, but when the other crumpled to the ground, it became obvious that the pinkette must’ve been wounded.

’ I’m the last person this guy needs to have help him ’

Leslie had been told before, but Cid had been one of the, now apparently late-King’s companions. Someone the royal family of Insomnia surely could trust, and by extension, those that WORKED for him, as well. Rushing over to his side, the silverette sighed, trying to move to get leverage on the Glaive in order to help him inside.

❝ Not out here, c'mon. Lean on me. ❞

“Thanks...”

This was no time to argue or worry about what was left of his own Pride as he gently leaned on the other for support. Earlier he had managed to cast regen on his wounds a few times and was confident enough to believe that they weren’t deep enough to need stitches, but Goddess he was tired...

“I just need some first aid and rest.” A lot of rest at that, imagining that this would be one of the few times his nightmares would leave him alone so he could actually sleep peacefully. 

“In the meantime I trust you’ll pass on the unfortunate news?”

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