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a part of her is unsure that the nostrum's she's been putting together for him are effective. she was a knight after all. her skills shined on a battlefield, but not so much in the realm of apothecary. watching him progressively get worse, seeing the medicine fail to do it's job has the girl feeling more and more concerned with every passing moment. eyes shut instinctively at the sound of his cough, not wanting to be a witness to the other's showcase of discomfort.

❝  so, dion lesage. ❞  she begins while cleaning up her workspace,  knowing that in only a matter of time the two would be up on their feet again. ❝  what exactly do you want from him, your grace?  ❞ jote questions curiously. her hand reaches out to his own after ebony orbs take notice of the residue in the palm of his hand. she wants to wipe it clean, but waits for his approval before doing so.

with a vial of swirling liquid emeralds placed in front of his eyes, irises so akin to his mother's, joshua finds a familiar reluctance settling in his stomach. as if he were faced with a plate of carrots, it seemed obeying his protector's 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 were just as difficult— at least in regards to the medicine she had prepared for him. though neither of them might speak the words, they both must know that these tinctures do little stop the spread of self inflicted blight; ultima a parasite leeching him of flame.

he was dying, it was 𝚗𝚘𝚝 a foreign feeling.

" ... of course, jote. " joshua settles and takes the cylindrical flask between forefinger and thumb, popping the cork shortly after. with jote's eyes on him, he forces the 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢 down his throat; a cough coming up his throat following. racking in his chest, carving pain into his sore ribs, a reminder of his childhood– an omen of his impending doom. he wipes the green from his lips, specks of blood tainting it's forest color.

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sorry for the lack of activity i’m just super insecure about my writing atm :)

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jote  headcanon:  she  is  the  youngest  of  three  and  the  only  daughter  in  the  shaftsbury  family.  jote’s  mother  passed  during  childbirth  with  her  and  so  jote  and  her  brothers  were  raised  by  their  widowed  father.  to  make  things  short  (  because  i’m  lazy...  ),  her  family  kinda  sucks.  after  her  mother’s  death,  jote’s  father  grew  harsh  and  cruel.  definitely  holding  some  resentment  towards  her  in  regards  to  his  wife’s  death.  and  her  brothers  unfortunately  took  after  him.  jote  was  raised  in  a  unloving  menage  and  never  really  experienced  care  with  them  nor  those  apart  of  the  undying  (  which  hisrising  is  right  that  was  a cult!!!  )  until  she  met  joshua.  which  is  why  she  had  no  issue  with  running  off  with  him  and  was  adamant  about  keeping  him  safe  until  clive’s  ultimate  return.

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@ladyjote​ :     i  am  jote.     knight  of  the  undying,     charged  with  the  protection  of  his  grace,     joshua  rosfield,     keeper  of  the  flame  of  the  phoenix.     ind. jote  of   square  enix’s  ffxvi.

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the post chemo body aches are out to get me today

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@frostdominant: for years, i followed your orders. fought your wars - all to protect the children you took, just as you took me. and what did you do in return? you put them in chains, and you slit their throats! you're right, i am a monster and my soul is stained black ... though not by aether but by the evil of men like you. who made me close my heart and drown in darkness, when i should have raged against it! this is my penance. i will be your monster no more, nor will i suffer you to create another. independent jill warrick of square enix's ffxvi .

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"without her ( jote's ) sword, i would not have survived my journey across the realm" then how come we didn't get to see her use her sword???

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up at 4am to say you guys are so sweet. this is the first time i’ve been in the ff rpc and so far it’s been lovely <3

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*me waiting to see jote fanart*

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i'm uncultured

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ABILITIES  &  SUPER-POWERED  THEMED  PROMPTS 

the gifted

❝  i don’t know how much longer i can keep this up.  ❞

❝  just wait—  i can do this.  ❞

❝  it has to be me.  no one else can do this.  ❞

❝  i dunno why i can do these things.  i figure i might as well do something with them that matters.  ❞

❝  i must have these abilities for a reason right?  ❞

❝  i don’t believe in that destiny bullshit.  but i do know i shouldn’t waste what i’ve been given.  ❞

❝  why does everyone expect me to be a hero just because i have some powers i didn’t ask for?  ❞

❝  they’re mine.  i get to decide what to do with them.  ❞

❝  i’m still a person!  they all look at me like i’m some intangible being who will save them.  i’m just one person.  ❞

❝  i can’t do this on my own.  i need help.  ❞

❝  i’m okay—  it just tires me out sometimes.  ❞

❝  get back!  i could hurt you.  ❞

❝  i could’ve killed you!  ❞

❝  i’m sorry…i didn’t mean for any of this to happen. ❞

❝  i was only trying to help.  ❞

❝  i tried to stay out of it but…you don’t understand what it’s like to have the ability to make things different.  it’s impossible to sit back and do nothing.  ❞

❝  i did nothing before and people died.  ❞

❝  last time i tried to help i just made shit worse.  ❞

❝  i thought this was a gift but all i do is hurt people.  ❞

❝  i can help—  let me help.  ❞

❝  i don’t want this anymore.  i just wanna be normal.  ❞

❝  everyone always wants something from me.  ❞

❝  everyone wants things from me and i don’t mind—  i want to help.  but i’m just so tired.  ❞

❝  i know what i can do is special.  i just wish people would see more than what i can do for them. i wish they would see me. ❞

❝  this is really cool,  watch this!  ❞

❝  please don’t freak out.  ❞

❝  please say something if you keep staring at me like i grew a second head i’m gonna throw up.  ❞

❝  i don’t know what or who i am without this.  ❞

❝  if i didn’t have my gifts,  no one would care about me.  ❞

❝  i’m not a hero.  i can just do things and sometimes i wish i couldn’t.  ❞

❝  i know to other people it’s like,  comic book type shit.  to me it’s just normal.  it’s like being able to smell and hear.  it’s just part of me and i just want other people to see it like that too.  ❞

the observer

❝  you have to stop,  you’re killing yourself!  ❞

❝  that’s enough.  ❞

❝  you’re only making things worse.  ❞

❝  you need to rest.  you’ve done more than enough.  ❞

❝  we can take it from here.  ❞

❝  you did good.  now you need to recuperate.   ❞

❝  i hate to ask…but we could really use your help.  ❞

❝  i don’t need your help.  i don’t want it—  not from someone like you.  ❞

❝  you almost got yourself killed.  ❞

❝  you were out of control.  you almost killed me.  ❞

❝  no one else can do what you do.  we need you.  i need you.  ❞

❝  you’re not the only one here with power.  it doesn’t always have to be you.  ❞

❝  it’s okay,  you don’t have to do this alone.  ❞

❝  no,  sit back down.  you need to rest.  ❞

❝  you pushed yourself too hard.  you passed out,  i thought you were dead.  ❞

❝  holy shit— that was amazing?!  ❞

❝  it must be an awful burden to bear such gifts.  ❞

❝  just because you can,  doesn’t mean it should have to be you.  ❞

❝  look—  i get it.  it’s a lot of responsibility and everyone always wants something from you.  but you have these gifts.  and we don’t.  and it’s real shitty to hear you complaining about it while the rest of us are powerless every time someone we love gets hurt.  ❞

❝  i’m not here to ask you for anything.  i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.  ❞

❝  you’re always trying to save everyone.  who takes care of you?  ❞

❝  i’m taking care of you because no one else does.  ❞

❝  you have to slow down and take care of yourself too.  if you run yourself into the ground then you’re not gonna be helping anyone.  ❞

❝  don’t be a fucking martyr.  the world can function without you for a day.  ❞

❝  stop showing off.  ❞

❝  that was really stupid of you.  but thanks for helping.  ❞

❝  i care about you.  not your abilities.  ❞

scenarios

[ ONE ]  for sender’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed,  causing receiver to show concern. 

[ TWO ]  for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed,  causing sender to show concern. 

[ THREE ]  for sender’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes,  causing receiver to show concern. 

[ FOUR ]  for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes,  causing sender to show concern. 

[ FIVE ]  for sender to have overexerted their abilities,  causing them to pass out in front of receiver. 

[ SIX ]  for receiver to have overexerted their abilities,  causing them to pass out in front of sender. 

[ SEVEN ]  for sender to have passed out from overusing their abilities and receiver stays at their side until they wake. 

[ EIGHT ]  for receiver to have passed out from overusing their abilities and wakes up to sender at their side. 

[ NINE ]  for sender to collapse in receiver’s arms after using their abilities. 

[ TEN ]  for receiver to collapse in sender’s arms after using their abilities. 

[ ELEVEN ]  for sender to have a super powered meltdown which receiver talks them down from. 

[ TWELVE ]  for receiver to have a super powered meltdown which sender pulls them out of by caressing their face/taking their hands/etc.  (feel free to add dialogue) 

[ THIRTEEN ]  for sender to reveal their abilities to receiver by protecting them. 

[ FOURTEEN ]  for receiver to reveal their abilities to sender by protecting them.  

[ FIFTEEN ]  for sender to carry a fatigued receiver away after a battle.

[ SIXTEEN ]  for receiver to carry a fatigued sender away after a battle. 

[ SEVENTEEN ]  for sender to carry receiver away after saving them. 

[ EIGHTEEN ]  for receiver to carry sender away after saving them. 

[ NINETEEN ]  for two muses with abilities to explore what they can do together. 

[ TWENTY ]  for sender to accidentally hurt receiver while using their abilities. 

[ TWENTY-ONE ]  for receiver to accidentally hurt sender while using their abilities. 

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abarat, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from abarat by clive barker.

i hope that wherever you are, it's somewhere you want to be.

i'm sorry. i didn't want to intrude on your grief.

we could be very useful to one another.

i don't need protection.

if you know me, you probably don't trust me.

the only people i really trust are people with nothing left to lose.

sometimes there's a light hidden at the heart of things.

i don't want to frighten you off.

it's not a job for those interested in living long lives.

intelligence without love is an empty thing, i think.

back where it all started. who would've thought?

show yourself, will you? there's nothing i hate more than games of hide and seek.

will you just stop staring at me? don't you know it's rude?

you were lying to me. i can't bear liars.

i've got an incurable disease that makes me lie.

you really don't want to be on my bad side.

you don't have to be frightened of me.

i don't feel very lucky, at the moment.

can i go now? i really don't have anything left to tell you.

you changed my life. fancy that, huh?

hot air, that's all you are.

what is it the poet says? 'the mind cannot endure too much reality.'

all you ever do is threaten people.

i believe the more you talk of death and darkness, the closer it comes.

don't blame yourself. it's a waste of energy.

don't be nervous. i have faith in you.

you don't have to prove anything.

is there only room for one cook in this kitchen?

in a tight squeeze, you find out you can do all kinds of things you didn't know you could do.

we make a good team, you and me.

what would i have to do that's more important than keeping you company?

i don't know how you can be so forgiving.

my first responsibility is to you.

i should warn you that it isn't always safe, being around me.

whatever you were back there, it's not what you are here.

it's me. much changed, but in many ways the same.

you'll have to make my peace with the truth, sooner or later.

something's going to happen to me, isn't it?

we'll find one another again. don't you worry about that.

sometimes you need to let things strike your heart and not your head.

you were as close to death as you could get, and still come back.

you're here? you're alive?

you're like a ghost, haunting your own house.

i'm too old to sleep. i have no dreams left to dream.

please. open your eyes.

you don't love me, do you?

of course you're here. where else would you be?

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will be more active tomorrow after work since i have a doctor’s appointment and am off on tuesday :-)

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“She pulls sadness behind her like a cat does its tail.”

— Erika Swyler, The Book of Speculation

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HIS BURNING MARGRACE & KNIGHT OF THE UNDYING independent & selective, ffxvi roleplay blogs as written by: damien & b

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their bond developed as children didn't come as much of a surprise to her. the girl grew up alongside a widowed father as well as two older brothers. her mother had passed during childbirth with her and so growing up in an all male household wasn't out of the ordinary for the girl. although the undying all collectively decided to take care of the boy, it was her family that treated him as a human being, first. and a boy risen from the ashes, second. often times, the undying put him on such a pedestal, accidentally placing all of their burden's onto him. expecting a little boy to have all the answers without taking into account that he was just as lost as them. the shaftsbury clan always tried their best not to do the same which is probably why the girl was traveling beside him on his journey.

❝  i know, your grace. the chances of this going well are slim. but unfortunately, despite all of the bad, i can't help but stay hopeful. optimistic. ❞  the girl confesses,  giving the culture tube with green liquid a couple of few shakes before placing it gently into the palm of his free hand.  ❝  now, it's time for you to drink up. you're going to need all of the strength if it's dion you choose to seek next. ❞

they were at the middle arc of their story, a shared one, tied together as children. whenst first rescued from beneath the rubble of phoenix gate by members of the undying, joshua had recovered steadily underneath their watchful eyes. he had been sore of both body & heart, and though the first was only temporary... the later could not be healed, naught even by the phoenix's flames. it was only with the introduction of jote, did his heart begin to mend too. now this wound sits upon it, the beating organ in his chest wavering once again under old pressures. though he could give her a false promise of good behavior, he knows that the road they have started down will now desire more of him than ever before. more even, than he may be able to give.

lips pinching down into a slight frown at the leftmost corner, joshua closes his gloved and bloodied hand into a soft fist; an old habit from childhood. " i cannot lie to you, just as i cannot make this promise, " he sighs with a newfound tire in his bones, " still i will try to abide your wishes. " for you, jote. the last words left unspoken, yet hung in the air between them.

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@hisrising stop writing the best replies