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PRETTY WORDS FROM A PRETTIER FACE ——— one that would inevitably twist and contort into unimaginable horrors; the likes of which Mana expected far more than the words of encouragement that bobbed about in his thoughts. Words sure to drown, losing all their luster and the momentary warmth they brought.

“You will cast me aside for what I have done to you,” he murmured, shaking his head as guilt continued to rise in the back of his throat. Even when he still cherished his warmth — when he still felt so secure in his arms. He knew it was not deserved. None of it was. "With every step, you will remember who it was that robbed you of the chance to take it as your truest self..."

His hand began to tremble against the girl's face, and even as she subconsciously turned toward it (to try 'biting' at it, it seemed), he could not bear to continue. Instead, she is slowly coaxed toward her father. "...Would you mind holding her for a bit, please? I-I...I can't right now..."

Silence soon followed; lips drawn to a trembling line. Heart ache setting deep into the very marrow of his bones. But he knew the words that needed to be said in the end.

"...That day, within the void...there is a reason behind why you survived your eye injury. ...A reason why you still breathe at all."

Lips part in surprise with the knowledge on part of what was bothering the other, to learn that this ran far deeper than he had thought to begin with. Perhaps only regaining his voice was the beginning of his whole dilemma, the realization of how much Orpheus’ presence had robbed from him.

He drops his hand from Mana’s face, instead wrapping an arm around his back to gently lean him into him, to offer comfort and warmth with his actions where his words had failed to do so. Eventually he drops his gaze to follow Mana’s, down to their daughter. Such a curious child, one that brought them both joy and he was sure that she would be able to grow to be herself in spite of the obstacles her parents continue to go through.

The memory of an earlier conversation that day flickers into his mind where he himself was on the other side of talking about the self, even if it was under much different circumstances. If it was not too late for him, then it could not be too late for Mana either. “Do you remember what we talked about earlier? You told me that I could still be me, that there was still time. The same applies for you too, you know.”

There’s a part of him that hates Orpheus for everything that he had put Mana through.

“The two of you are separate now, free to live your lives as yourselves. Now, you can rediscover who you truly are without the influence of another, the body is reclaimed now it is time for the rest. Earlier you said that I was reborn this day, then let the same apply for you too. You will find who you are and I’ll be with you every step of the way."

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JUBILANT EYES CRINKLE BEHIND THE MASK, THOUGH HE CANNOT PERCIEVE THE IMPISH SMILE ACCOMPANYING IT ——— "And what makes you think you can keep it a secret from me in the first place? We are partners now, Soren, and thus must now consider all situations as a pair. Lest you wish for a swift return to chains and cages, you ought to think of the bigger picture here."

The tip of the mage's staff hits the floorboards of the runner's interior quietly, trinkets clinking quietly against one another as they perused the rather... well-kept space. Far tidier than what one would expect of a runaway with little else to him outside of family treasures.

"What would happen, for example, if you were at any point incapacitated by any future bounty hunters? We'd be sitting ducks awaiting both capture and potential slaughter, all because you never told me how to properly operate our only method of escape." Tsk, tsk, little bird ——— you mustn't be so cruel! ...Still, the additional offer finds a way to pique their interest (and mischief). They walk closer to the ishkia as a result, cheekily nudging their shoulder against him.

"So you don't trust me to learn of its operation, yet would still allow me passage within such an intimate space? Perhaps my use of 'partner' was too loose for your understanding. Nevertheless, I would be most interested."

Scattered  ashes bring a small sigh of relief, glad to see that the other had kept his word regarding that. Though, for how long that would remain was yet to be seen. “I know when I am at a disadvantage, nor do I particularly take any enjoyment in striking those who wish for my head.” 

There’s discomfort in the feeling of being investigated, a hand coming up to tug his hood further down his face, all too aware of what is hidden there. He isn’t sure how long he can hide the secret of his mixed blood for, but it is not something he would allow to come to light easily. He can’t help, however, the curiosity as to what is hidden under the mustari’s mask. Hooded eyes roll in response to just a childish jab and snicker for the complexity of his name only rivals the names of most nobles. "Very well then, Mana.” He commits both of those names to memory as he approaches the hatch of the runner, a metal hand (that to most would appear to be nothing more but an armoured gauntlet) coming to rest upon, lightning charged magla unlocking the mechanism within. 

“What makes you think I’ll tell you how it works?” He shakes his head, a light laugh leaving his lips. He doesn’t trust him enough for that. “Still though, I would like to leave this area for if my trail was discovered by one person, then more may follow.” The hatch opens and he steps inside, revealing a well kept interior and handiwork that shows off a pride in one’s work. He hesitates in the hallway, for it had been years since another soul had stepped foot within, he was no longer used to having the presence of another.

“Perhaps you may wish to look around, though if you do, do not touch anything.” There’s another moment of hesitation. “...Or perhaps watching the gauntlet runner travel from the cockpit would be more to your liking.”

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HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN, MANY OFT SAY ——— but even heavier were the doubts that filled said head, uncertain if such a grandiose crown was truly his to bear. And if determination alone was enough to trump the one whose victory seemed far more certain than his own right now. Though Gallica's words and presence had done their share of helping to assuage the boy's worries, there yet remained a feeling of there still being so much left to do. As though it would never be enough...

Wilhelm's intense musings are interrupted, however, by both the knight's gentle voice and footsteps setting him adrift from the gloom; glittering wings fluttering as the fae rose to occupy his opposite shoulder upon the rather abrupt turn of his body. Caught in a moment of weakness, he was ——— and embarrassedly so. There's some hesitance on his part to respond, lips bearing little words to speak. "...I..."

He knew that there was nothing to 'fear' in terms of simply telling her the truth; and yet, this still did not come easy to him. "...I'm....alright. Just going over everything we've discussed before in my head. ...And still deciding on what's best." Among other things. Many things. There was still so much to learn...

"I wouldn't really want to impede on your own freetime before then, but..." A hand comes to hold his chin in thought, lips pursed in quiet debate. "...If it's... really no trouble at all, I'd welcome any advice you had."

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"Are you quite well?" Hulkenberg's tone was quiet, cautious in tone as she approached the comparatively-diminutive form of her captain. It was clear that Will was deep in thought as he leaned upon the railing of the gauntlet runner that had become their base of operations during their pursuit of the crown--a fairly common sight. The Elda bore an unimaginable weight of responsibility upon his shoulders, she knew, and that meant a great deal of consideration. 'Twould only make sense that he needed to withdraw into his own thoughts often.

However, the slump to his frame, the way he was showing signs of weariness...

"You..." Vivid eyes closed for a moment, the knight considering her words with care. She knew the trust between them was strong, certainly strong enough for her to inquire after his well-being, but the last thing she wanted was to leave an opening for him to deny that anything was wrong when something was. "I know the preparations for the infiltration are weighing heavy on your mind. Would discussing strategy help?"

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UNFINISHED BUSINESS? SUBTLE THOUGH ITS TILT, HIS HEAD’S GROWN AWFULLY CURIOUS ——— gladdened to hear of his rousing success against the self-made rogue. As a further display of truth to his own word, he let the remaining embers of light sear the wanted poster into nothingness, like ashes scattered to the wind.

“I would ask the same of you, really. The fact that you’ve not yet silenced me speaks far greater than whatever question of trust you propose to me.” ( Betrayal begets death, regardless ——— and he’s sure to learn how this vessel operates in advance, just in case ).

In now being able to see the ishkia up close, he noticed but a subtle difference in height ——— metal helm glinting in the moonlight as he took a moment to look him up and down. Striking, very striking. Far more pleasing to the eye up close than what the posters would have made him—or anyone—believe otherwise. A hidden smile growing the moment his name came into question.

“Mjara Luneva Virastaya, practitioner of both light and shadow — but for simplicity’s sake, might you call me Mana? Wouldn’t want your tongue to get swollen before explaining to me how this whole thing works, you know?” A childish snicker escapes his lips before continuing once more.

“Much and more is to be discussed inside, I’m sure.”

By instinct his body freezes in response to the near miss, and only when his heartbeat settles once again, the pain in his chest reduced to a mere twinge does he sigh in defeat, finding the action to be rather unnecessary for he had already given in. “You made your point, I concede.” Perhaps it was now down to time to see if this stranger was to be his new jailer, someone who would betray him just like he feared, or if there was some truth to those words.

Swiftly, he returns his blade to its sheath before retrieving his sack of supplies, choosing to ignore the threat of a second shot. If those words were true then the other would truly have no reason to strike him dead. If it was a lie then…perhaps death is his only way to obtain freedom. His only regret would be that he was unable to obtain that revenge he so desired.

His hooded form finally makes a move to return to the runner, illuminated by the moon’s glow. Soren tries to not let those words sway him too much, for his true dream feels so unobtainable now. A dream of freedom and exploration, seeing the whole world outside from the birdcage that was his home. That dream ended with betrayal and blood. There’s the slight embers of hope stoked by those words. 

“You can keep that damned light to yourself for I would rather not meet my end here when I have unfinished business. Do you really see a future alongside someone you do not know if you can even trust?” To say that the mustari had made him curious would be an understatement. The whole situation itself seemed rather strange to him. A sigh leaves his lips as he begins his climb to join the other on the gauntlet runner, hoping to at least get a better look at the one who wishes to join him. “If you truly have intentions of working with me then may I at least know your name?”

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THE WORDS ONLY DO SO MUCH TO REASSURE; AND EVEN THEN, IT WASN’T MUCH ——— he was bound to change course the moment he learned the truth, and Mana knew that; ears wavering, and soon pinning themselves down as he turned his head away with a sigh. Sorrowful———and momentarily aimless———gaze eventually drifting toward his dearest daughter once more.

In her eyes, he could see the stars themselves; her visage precious, devoid of the heaviness that still weighed upon his own. A reverent finger lifts to stroke rosy cheeks, eliciting a curious stare. A soft noise of (perceived) wonderment to distract him from the gloom. It gave him the strength once more to speak.

“…In having been so foolish to believe that Orpheus and I were parts of the same whole… I had ceased to be “Mjara” for far longer than I realized. I spent more time trying to be closer to him———more time becoming him———…and left my own self behind for years. Any discovery I've done of 'myself' was only for his benefit... and my own convenience..."

He'd thought that simply getting his voice back would’ve been enough, but no. Oh, how much deeper it was than just that.

“…Who am I, if naught but a soul who cannot even feel whole once the body is fully returned to me? What right do I have to tell my child to be herself, if I could not do the same?”

How his heart sank more upon seeing that conflicted expression on the other viera’s face now that the smile hiding it had faded. Concern gnawed at him even more, to see something sink its claws into Mana the way that it had. 

His ears tilted forward and twitched, picking up the words despite the hushed whisper, a frown now crossing his face as he tried to process the words that were haunting his love. "A…liar?” He asks with a tilt of his head as he then lets silence linger in the air, many more questions on the tip of his tongue. 

Hating him had never once crossed Soren’s mind. He’s been upset and angry before, but never once has he thought of hating him. Everything that they have been through has been a test of their relationship, their bond, one that has stood strong in spite of everything and Soren does not see that bond weakening.

Finally he allows himself to speak once more. “Whatever it is, I’ll never hate you for it. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, that we will get through anything together, yes? Those voices are the true liars and we can get through this as well, you know you’ll always have me.” There’s a pause in which he considers the options, of which lie to drown out first. His concern will always be with Mana foremost, so the choice seems obvious to him. 

“How are those voices telling you that you are lying to yourself?”

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❛ you gonna be a good boy for me? ❜ | @eternadyne

A familiar pleased shudder runs down his spine in response to those words and the hint of a promise of hearing it more. A quick glance to the clock upon the wall shows him that it was several hours past the point of when he said he would be taking a break with his project, perhaps he had become a bit too engrossed with the mechanical parts on his workbench, ones that by now, were very much forgotten as soon as those words had left Mana’s lips.

Guilt does tug at him even if he is more than familiar with the tone of the other viera. “G-gods, I’m sorry. I did not mean to lose track of time like this.” He turns in his seat to face Mana fully, reaching out to gently pull him into his lap, to hold him close in quiet (further) apology. 

There’s a mix in what he feels, from the guilt of his mishap to the lingering pleasure from such simple words. He can’t get enough of being called that, or any of the other words of praise that may be gifted upon him. The desire to hear such more drives him to further enthusiasm, anything to hear more praise spill from the other’s lips. 

Hands trail the other’s body and he leans in further, pressing his lips upon Mana’s neck, murmuring against the skin there between lingering kisses or gentle nips of teeth. “I will be a good boy for you, what can I do to make it up to you?”

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FOR ALL THE GUILT HELD CLOSE TO HIS HEART, NOT EVEN HIS (TRAITOROUS) GAZE COULD BRING ITSELF TO TURN AWAY ——— his smile cracked, giving way to a conflicted expression that relished in the other’s touch despite the pain that came in accepting it.

So undeserving was he of even that much, knowing of the horrid truth that he had yet to know. It gnawed at him with every passing moment that they spent together with Rael in ‘bliss’ ——— and no longer could he bring himself to hide such a thing for the rest of their lives. …And even then, that still wasn’t all of it…!

He lowered his eyes again; thoughts stirring, ebbing and flowing. Crashing and whirling. There was so much to say, with what felt like so little time. The viera’s voice was quiet, too afraid of his reaction. Too afraid that it would cause everything to collapse.

With a heaviness in his weary soul, he dares his mouth to form coherent words.

“…They tell me that I’m a liar, Soren,” he whispered, trying his best to keep his lips from trembling in the midst of speaking. “…A liar to both you and myself. And I so lament the thought of you hating me forever for it. …I-I don’t even know where to truly start.”

( …Which lie did he wish to hear first, perhaps…? )

He wondered if it was best to have the gondola ride end prematurely — for these truths would not keep the boat steady for long.

No matter how much he tried, he could not pin down the turning point in their trip, on where the other’s mood had dipped. An earlier discussion or second thoughts over the return of his true voice? They had joked around so much after that that the sudden turn had caught him off guard.  Soren had noticed in which the other’s expressions were halfhearted, then there was the matter of only asking for snacks at the food court, which in itself, was a massive indicator that something was off for he was familiar with the void that was Mana’s appetite.

A saddened smile pulled at his lips as another attempt at lightening his mood had not worked where he had hoped it would. There was still no sign of that warm smile that he had come to love so dearly. 

Soren shifts closer to him, to them both. If he could not make him smile, he could at least offer comfort. A hand reaches out to cup the other’s face, thumb gently stroking his cheek. He knew all too well how loud those haunting voices could be, the ones that seep into every cell of your body until you can hear nothing else, until you can longer escape the demons and ghosts that threaten to consume you entirely until there is nothing left but a husk of what you once were. 

There’s a slight suspicion as to what at least some of those voices were, for the shadow that the void has left was not one that could be easily erased. If it even could be at all. “What do those voices tell you?” If they were loud then Soren needed to be louder, to help drown them all out.

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A BROW QUIRKS UPWARD; HOLLOW EYES GLARING RED ——— once gentle light growing brighter, staff raised toward quiet night sky. With a dancer’s grace, he twirls ‘round on his heels and directs a strong, white-hot beam of light to strike just a hairs-breath away from the addled ishkia’s very being. The warmth of (destructive) holy magicks evidenced by visible tendrils of smoke rising from the singed grass beside him. You’ve been warned, little bird.

Mana’s tone rang soft when he spoke once more, yet bellied a distinct edge that made him all the more disturbing to listen to.

“Do you believe my words honeyed and false? I can assure you that I mean them, whether you repay my offer with acceptance or utter disregard.” ( The hand is prepared to feed you with all the freedom you could ever want ——— but if you wish instead to bite it, then turn to dust. Do not make the same mistake again ). The magus lowered their staff once more, preparing another charge of light beneath the grasp of the weathered bounty. Once more, with feeling.

“I’ll give you another chance to think things through then, Soren. We could realize both of our dreams together, without the need of scurrying about like rats beneath the noses of those so desperate for your capture ——— I do not wish to slay you, but will if I must. May my light serve as testament to that end, should you continue to decline to see our future together through.”

Grit teeth begin to grind in response to such (truthful) words, yet another reminder at how flightless he really is, how he will never truly have the freedom that he so craves. 

Soren flinches, eyes wide at having the staff pointed at him, the sight of it alone bringing flickers of a nightmarish past to the forefront of his mind - light, pain, pleading, more agonizing pain - and his hand grasps as his chest a flicker of a phantom pain echoes there. He has had enough first hand experience to know how serious of a threat that magla could be. 

Then there was the matter of the other’s words, of just how curious they made him for it was not often that someone seeked him alive, and those that had inevitably stabbed him in the back, the siren call of such a bounty too much to resist. What would make this any different?

“Do not speak that damned name to me.” Even just the mention of it was enough to make nausea claw at his gut, a painful reminder of the blood he shared with that man, a bond that he would rather see severed.

With a long exhale does he lower his blade to hang by his side once he sees no other way out. Refusal would end in death or being returned. If he did not have unfinished business he would not have given a damn as to what happened to him but he needed to survive, for now. Even more does he feel like the caged bird he was born as, now at the whim of another. Would he ever know what true freedom tasted like again? “You will no doubt betray me in the end, they always do.”

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“I just wanted to see you smile again.” / SOREN | @devourersofgods

THE BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH FOUND REASON TO FLUTTER, MUCH LIKE HIS OWN HEART ——— such tender words striking him deeply, for he never imagined things getting to the point where even a smile could at times be hard to come by.

It was far easier to entrench himself in (treacherous) thought, even as the glittering of the riverbed beneath the gondola they rode in was so mesmerizing to gaze upon; to let the unease and the fear and the dread creep into his heart and eat it out from the inside. Damn near believing that the little girl that he adored with all his heart—grinning and flapping her arms excitedly in his embrace—was still better off with a proper ‘Mother’. That his dearest husband deserved a far better…

Oh, this wasn’t how he wished for things to go today — he wished he could enjoy this properly, and that these feelings and more could finally leave him alone. But now he’s gone and bothered him again; gone and made him think that there was something wrong again, and he hated that. He hated that he hadn’t gotten over this yet. That his resolve had cracked to such a degree that the pieces no longer fit.

He tried to muster a decent smile for him—he tried, he really did! Feeling so very sorry that he could not give him anything better. That these ghosts could not lay themselves to rest.

“…I don’t want you to think that I’m not having fun,” he murmured, holding onto Rael tenderly and stroking her dark curls, “I am, I really am —…and I’m sorry if you were thinking otherwise. …The voices are just so… loud.”

[eternadyne]

❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ / JUNAH | @junahs

THE TINGE OF MERRIMENT IN SO HUSHED A TONE MADE THE BLOOD ON HIS HANDS SEEM SO VERY INSIGNIFICANT ——— yet even so, they could not cease their trembling, as though he himself had been the one who dealt the fatal blow; the one whose fingers stifled the very air he breathed. The one who did not let go until certain that he would never draw another.

Though relieved for the (supposed) success of their cover story———there was no way Louis wholeheartedly believed it, and he’d be foolish to think otherwise———there was still… unease. Worry. A disturbance of the heart borne from the constant reminder that this could all come crashing down if he were not careful enough. He could not afford to fail. He could not afford to let it end here.

The gentle flutter of Gallica’s wings near his ear, however, allowed for some of the deluge to drain from his mind; his focus soon returned to the very woman who was his confidant in circumstance alone. Words were to be picked carefully, for he could not yet discern how far this would go.

“N-…No, not really. It honestly could’ve gone a lot worse.” Better him than themselves, for the path to the throne was never a bloodless affair. “…On that note, though, I hope you’re alright yourself ———…he hit you pretty hard, so I can’t say I feel that sorry for him.”

[eternadyne]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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FROM BENEATH THE MASK, A MOCKING SMIRK IS WRIT; THE FAINTEST CHUCKLE ELICITED TO JUXTAPOSE THE OTHER'S FRUSTRATION ——— "I don't think such a noble creed renders you immune from the reality of still having MISSED; a poor shot nevertheless, from a cornered and flightless bird."

The magus flourishes their staff a bit more theatrically than earlier, directing its trinketed tip toward the aforementioned 'bird' in question; bright magla flickering within priceless gems, a whimsical glow to mask frightening power.

"A handful of money alone———no matter how weighted the purse———cannot buy me what you would in life; thus, your death serves more as false pretense behind my chase. You're a popular man, Archambeau, so you'll have to forgive me for wanting you and your beloved vessel all for myself. I need you, in order for my dream to come true."

From these honeyed and sanctified words does venom drip, all the same———refusal, even down to the slightest quirk of his brow in defiance, would not be accepted. Think wisely, if you know what's best for you. The yellowed page depicting the runner is soon brought into view, held above the flickering staff in the hand opposite to it.

"You want to run away, and I wish to fly. Thus, I do not believe us to be quite so different in the grand scheme. Should you allow me passage and act as my worldly chauffeur, I will burn this bounty into ash and forget it ever existed. ...Otherwise, you leave me with the unfortunate decision of accepting its reward."

Perhaps there was some foolishness in his desperation to attack a mustari with an igniter, with magla of all things, considering their ability to sense such with their third eye. His teeth grit with frustration, not only over the missed attack, but that illumination of his futile attack had allowed him to glimpse other’s weapon of choice; the realization he was at a massive disadvantage. 

As much as the smart choice would be to surrender, he could not, there was still too much to do.

“I’m not such a poor shot that I would hit my only source of freedom.” Though Soren would not deny that any further attempts would be foolish for he has very little doubt that the mustari would use that to his advantage. The element of surprise was gone and there was little chance he would close the distance quick enough. If only these flimsy wings were actually capable of flight.

Those words do, however, make Soren wonder as to where he had gone wrong, if too many sleepless nights in pain had dulled his edge and thus, allowed him to become discovered.

“What makes you so certain that you can succeed where others have failed?” Perhaps he would humour him somewhat, if only to buy some time to figure how to come out of this with his freedom.

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"hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you." / EUPHA | @devourersofgods

THE HEART ALWAYS SEEMS TO BEAT ITS LOUDEST AMIDST QUIETUDE ——— but much like the faint flickering of the campfire aboard the gauntlet runner, there yet remained enough sense within the boy to recompose himself after a period of wide-eyed astonishment.

It felt wrong, really ——— to take credit for something that had very much been born from her own resolve. The realization that she was not yet meant to rest so soon within the (perceived) comfort of the end. That memento mori would only ever be half of a greater whole: vivere, vivere! Memento vivere!

So though the smile upon Wilhelm’s features had been writ warmly, if not somewhat sheepish, he shook his head slowly; fingers habitually tugging at his turtleneck as his eyes softened toward the (heartfelt) priestess. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you have, Eupha, and I think the others would agree ———…but, you know…”

His lips turn downward for a moment; the words still ironing themselves out upon a tongue fated to lace together the kingdom’s very future. “…I… think you should still give yourself more, if not even the most credit instead of me. We may have all given you a push, but it was still you who chose to continue onward, instead of refusing to budge. I think that’s really… admirable.”

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HE DREW NOT STEEL, BUT PRIMORDIAL FLAME———and if he so chose to die by it, then perhaps there was some naivete on Mana's part in thinking words had a chance to be exchanged off the bat. The rush of magla he sensed was enough to make intentions known; body brushing swiftly past warm embers to brandish his staff out from the safety of his robe. Heels turned upon wooden floorboards, the glint of metal and glowering eyes flashing in the dark.

Much as he would have sooner struck him in retaliation and envelope the forest in white-hot light, lessons such as this were not yet needed, even in spite of the initial strike. He still had something to say, even if it would ultimately be for naught.

"Is striking at me while I yet stand aboard your vessel truly that wise?" Did he not fear a faulty execution, the very burning of his 'wings' should he have dodged even a hair too close toward it? In having so vividly sensed his desperation———so much that he could taste it———he became of the mind to use it to his own advantage.

"Even the most well-hidden trails do not go unnoticed forever; and with what blood you've no doubt left in the wake of all those that came before me, I would see this farce ended. Stay your hand, or be cleansed."

Even before he’d returned to his runner he’d picked up upon subtle disturbances, a feeling of wrongness, an uncomfortable quiet of the wildlife that prior he’d been gifted with gentle birdsong. His hand grasped his sack of supplies from Brilehaven’s markets just that small bit tighter as he willed himself to approach his (stolen) gauntlet runner in the now eerie forest.

It doesn’t take long to discover what had caused the unwanted disturbance, the moon above gently illuminating both gauntlet runner and intruder both. The mask and robe suggests the stranger is mustari, no doubt yet another adventurer seeking the bounty upon his head at his father’s behest. He would not go down here.

Quietly and slowly does he place his sack down upon the grass, before unsheathing his blade carefully so as to not attract the mustari’s attention. His right metallic hand twitches in anticipation of a likely unavoidable fight, the igniter within causing flames to dance at his fingers. 

From beneath his hooded robe does he continue to observe the intruder, lining up his hand and waiting for the right moment to strike. As much as he would rather avoid a fight, the risk of his current location being known was far too risky for him. 

With a deep breath does he activate the igniter, a controlled ball of fire hurled straight at the intruder without warning.  He cannot go back to that birdcage that is his home, to the pain that awaited him here. He would not give up his fragile freedom without a fight. Defeat was not an option.

[eternadyne]

Bounties, Beginnings, and a Click in the Lock. / @devourersofgods

'NEATH MIDNIGHT'S SHADOW DID HOPEFUL WINGS TAKE FLIGHT———landing upon the deck of the very beauty drawn with an exacting eye upon a crumpled yellowed page. An unmistakably majestic and stolen marvel of ishkian belonging, noble in name and structure both. In having glimpsed many a gauntlet runner in his desperate search for the genuine article, there was now nary a doubt in his mind that his true target would grace his presence soon enough. All that remained now was lying in wait until the fated hour.

The thick forests outside the comfort of Brilehaven's walls (and by proxy, the seas which seemed oddly calm this night) did well to assuage the mustari of the doubt that weighed upon his brow. It was not so much that he doubted his odds of claiming this bounty with strength alone———a secondary measure, just in case———but more that he doubted this thief's own willingness to even hear him out in the first place once he discovered his secret was now but a fleeting memory; his tracks uncovered, his capture imminent.

And so, against the backdrop of glittering stars and an ominous moon, Mana closed his eyes and breathed out a quiet sigh through the mask adorning his head; mindful of the magla that hovered so faintly around him, staff clutched tight 'neath snow white robes. In the end, he probably only had one good shot at this. But accepting defeat was not an outcome he would take lying down.

He would see his dream be made reality. Even if it meant clipping an angel's wings.

[eternadyne]

PROMPTS FROM NORMAL PEOPLE *  assorted dialogue from the book by sally rooney, some lines slightly changed to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i'm not a religious person, but i do sometimes think god made you from me.

i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever found out where it is or become part of it.

no one can be independent of other people completely.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

he probably won't come back.

what we have now, we can never have back again.

for me, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain i used to feel, of being unworthy.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

people can really change one another.

you should go. i'll always be here. you know that.

generally i find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.

most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling that close with anyone.

life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

even in memory, i will always find that moment unbearably intense.

i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person.

yes. that was it. the beginning of my life.

it's funny the decisions you make because you like someone.

your whole life is different.

i think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.

if people appear to behave pointlessly in grief, it's only because human life is pointless, and this is the truth that grief revealed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

i don't know why i can't be like normal people.

it feels powerful to put an experience down in words.

people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.

there's always been something inside me that men have wanted to dominate.

i want my life to mean something.

a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured.

that's the only part of myself i want to protect, the part that exists inside you.

there's something so corrupt and sexy about it.

i wish you didn't have to go.

i wish you could stay the night.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

literature moves me.

it almost sounds sexual.

you learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied.

it's time you'll never get back.

time is real. the money is also real.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

the snow keeps falling.

hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you.

he does have immaculate taste.

it's not like this with other people.

[name], would you ever fuck off?

you lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.

i would lie down and die for you at any minute.

sometimes, someone will make eye contact with me, like a bus conductor or a person looking for change, and i'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me.

we could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet yours, just to find that you had already been looking.

there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all.

it was different with you, didn't have to play any games with you. it was just real.

no one is ever gonna hurt you like that again. everything's gonna be all right. trust me.

i love you, and i'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.

we have done so much good for one another.

[eternadyne]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .