sarastuss

[sarastuss]

[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?

i was wondering if i should do a proper meta post about this or not, because if i wanted to answer simply, it would be to say sarastus' favorite lie is "i will see you again, i promise/i'll be fine, trust me" given to her by someone in a situation that has the unfortunate great chance of turning exactly the opposite. the kind of love-hate-relationship with lies like that ; promises that when splitting up amidst a battle or action in general, &. someone says to her "i'll be fine, you go ahead" because sarastus has, especially later into her journey seen a lot, &. would know when those kind of words are a lie or not. this is to say, she hasn't heard these a lot, considering a lot of sarastus losses have been impromptu. the kind of sacrifices/deaths that come out of the blue. &. to add, sarastus is the type of person who also puts greatest trust upon her friends, so when they say that to her, she wants to believe them, believe they will be fine when they make way for her to reach the greatest foe in that current moment. i think most significantly, g'raha does this a lot, during the s.hadowbringers arc, at least twice. &. what he does there are things only he could do to let her live, &. carve a path for her to move ahead. &. in the end of post-shadowbringers-arc, to ensure victory over the fight with elidibus ; something that overexerts him, even while she asked him to promise to not sacrifice himself or his well-being for her sake. but then again, she always does this herself so, lmao.

there have been other moments too during her adventure, for example with papalymo's sacrifice, &. or for example early to her never-ending journey, with the events of bloody banquet taking place, &. all of the scions eventually had to scatter &. try to ensure each others' escape.

[sarastuss]

ALWAYS RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE NEEDED THE MOST, ; EVER THE HERO, TRULY! but it is only one the safety of her friend is secured, that she allows the smile to return upon her lips properly. &. as ever is aerith's way, even when she got so close to harm's way, it is brushed off her shoulder as the wind bends the flowers. something that speaks for the optimism of her, &. also, the faith she places upon her friends. of course sarastus would catch her. &. if she hadn't? she'd leapt down with her. that's how it always is, with the champion of the star.

amused, the warrior of light watches the almost perfect imitation made in lighthearted manner of the brooding mercenary of this company she stumbled upon in this shard, a soft melody akin to a laugh escapes her lips as well, something she didn't even bother to contain. ... a nod follows the initial request made, ❝ of course, ❞ she speaks at first, though the way ethereal melody leaves the words to linger, it forewarns that more was to come. ... but then, comes the signature mannerism that already almost reveal the tune her tongue dips into ; arms crossed over her chest, head tilting just so, smile curving towards something teasing, ❝ he is rather fond of you, after all. ❞

BUT THEN THE RAY OF SUN IS THE ONE TO CHASE THE PETALS THIS TIME, ; &. SHE ALLOWS HER STEPS TO MOVE TO THE RHYTHM AERITH SETS, just a single pace behind her, enough to be wary of anything ahead, &. be the first anything that may try to strike from behind would have to cross. ( all done as if she hadn't just voiced an observation that seemed obvious to eyes of any. ) ❝ be mindful of your step, ❞ this too, is more of something lighthearted voiced by the hero, this kind of side of her another signature thing to what forges her herself.

                        just when aerith's certain that the earth would give away beneath her, and that she'd plummet endlessly into a void darker than night — a steady hand finds her. sarastus, the warrior of light, is there in an instant, with a grip firm as iron yet gentle. aerith collides with the solid reassurance of her armored chest, her fingers instinctively clutching at the intricate plating. ❝ that was a close one.   ❞ she gasps, casting a glance back over her shoulder. but the instant she did, regret shadows her features — yeah, too close. ❝ but i'm okay, thanks to you.   ❞

she only steps away when sarastus eases her hold, then starts brushing herself off with hands sweeping down the folds of her skirt, more out of habit than concern. briefly checking on the ribbon at the beginning of her braid — her materia still secure within the pink fabric.  ❝ uh ... maybe let's not mention this to cloud?   ❞ she says sheepishly.  ❝ you know how he gets.   ❞ aerith furrows her brows, sculpting her features into the sternest, most cloud-like expression she could muster.

with additional flair, she plants one hand firmly on her hip, mirroring the familiar posture of everyone's favorite brooding mercenary.  ❝ you oughta be more careful, aerith. get behind me, aerith.   ❞ she intones, her voice a gruff imitation of cloud. the performance lasts only a moment, but it cracks and soft laughter spills. ❝ maybe we should, uh ... go this way instead!   ❞ she chirps, and still delighting in her role as leader, she darts ahead to a path framed by tall stone walls, free of any cracks of crevices that may try to swallow her whole again.

[sarastuss]

guys shh... she is trying to form her first thought

[sarastuss]

ETHEREAL GOLDEN SEAS REMAIN WIDENED, : FULL OF SURPRISE THAT RADIATED FROM HER, not only through those dimly-lit eyes of hers, but from everywhere of her. tensed posture, lush lips slightly ajar for a breath that caught in her throat, features decorated with a taken aback look. ... it was not only the confession etched into the words that felt so swiftly from usually a silver-tongue, but it was everything before it that bore weight upon her shoulders as well. it should be nothing new, she could think, should. this is how it is for the champion of the star. she is the sword &. the shield both, always. the one who ventures where others do not. the protector of the star, &. every life within it. ( so why is it different now? ) why had he not been honest from the start? why did he have to cover it all underneath a white sheet? &. thousand other why's. it gnaws at the marrow of her, deep, slashing &. unrelenting, like the woman herself in battle. ... the words had left her lips at first, the confusion woven into the melody of voice so smooth &. refined. to learn where it all had started from, &. yet now comes a claim how it blossomed true. ( what shall you make of this, dear hero? ) the silence feels it stretches for eons, when in reality it is much shorter. but she watched as he retired to his tent, leaving the warrior of light alone to her thoughts.

IT IS ONLY FURTHER INTO THE NIGHT, : THAT SHE BOTH FELT THE URGE TO MOVE, &. STAY STILL. last she felt this, it was when her memories were upon their return ; when she both wanted to confront for answers as much as she sought to, for the first time in her life, run away from them. ... it is why she had remained in her tent, though rest did not come easy. it rarely did. but there was one impromptu decision to move, if only for air, where inside her tent it felt too thick. outside, she hears the other companions still awake, some of them. the blade of frontiers tending to the flame, gale across from him.

but upon that, when she had just taken further steps into the quiet of the night, campfire's flames crackling along with a distant hoot of an owl ... she realized she didn't walk the ruins alone. for then, she saw the pale elf himself was on the move as well ; same direction headed towards, they both met at the crossroads, footsteps halting. ... no word ushered, mere gazes exchanged, both frozen still. yet upon her tongue, those thousand questions brewed. she merely got to swallow quietly, fingers just barely clenched until ... lae'zel voice alarms, the party was not alone. it is enough to sent the warrior's posture into that of the scorching sun that she is, turning to look over her shoulder. &. sure enough, through a portal appeared foes ; no time now.

i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.

the confession had come so swiftly, tumbling from his lips in a jumbled and insincere mess before he could stop himself. to finally have a taste of freedom and all that accompanies it also granted him the luxury of honesty, pure and unbridled. perhaps even brutally so. he had needed protection, and relied on poor, nigh-unshakeable habits to ascertain as much; confessing to it wouldn't absolve him of those misdeeds, but he sure as hell wish it would right now.

astarion wasn't privy to sarastus' thoughts, however, watching her expression shift had been enough. what silenced voice, once screaming at the back of his mind that she wouldn't return his feelings, returns full-force. a hitherto ridiculous notion. anxiety, his eternal companion, coils hideously in his gut.

he would be lying if he said he had zero expectations. her kindness and generosity wasn't for him alone, nor was it an endless fountain to be drunk from. how terribly sad for astarion that he was only just coming to realise it.

“ i - suppose that's only ... fair. you know where i'll be. ”

down the rabbit hole, prompts. @sarastuss.

[sarastuss]

me, about to go on a whole another rant; and the other reason why during shadowbringers-arc, in the re-created amaurot it is like a whole blow to her chest with the truth of her past finally realized, when she gets to walk the streets she knew and see the shade of hythlodaeus, but ALSO the factor that reminds her of the disconnection ( in that moment before she collides with ardbert, the missing part of her soul ) is the way to see height-difference. the way even whilst sitting down on that chair at one point was something she had to leap on. and it is all just a cruel reminder of the past lost and-

[sarastuss]

i am so glad my dash is an oc-loving household and we can collectively get excited over our own ocs, i love reading about the plots/ideas you guys have. let your ocs be powerful!!! and also the fact that being more softer/laking a supernatural ability does not make an oc weak. strength comes in so many forms

[sarastuss]

THERE IS LITTLE NEXT TO NOTHING THE HERO HAS NOT SEEN, : &. YET, THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM FOR MORE! more she has not witnessed. more secrets to unravel in the vast world &. beyond it. that is the thrill of it, is it not? what sets that golden heart within ablaze. to know that her journey is never-ending, 'til she chooses rest herself, or when finally, a task grave enough steals that choice. ( until that, forge ahead. ) ... but in this moment, it is more of an amusing thought, especially when combined with her companion's words ;

@compunctions : how bad could it be?

A HUM VIBRATES UPON LUSH LIPS, : A SOUND CONTAINING READINESS TO FACE WHATEVER COMES, &. CERTAIN KIND OF RECKLESSNESS TO IT. ❝ my thoughts exactly, ❞ she responses then, ethereal golds stealing a glance of the other from the corner of her eyes, a faint curve upon her mouth that reveals signature nature. but there is a question ; just what experiences does he contain himself? what kind of journey weighs upon his shoulders? she'd like to hear more, perhaps one day. ... but then, she does focus ahead once more, slightest shift happening upon those eyes of hers, focusing upon the task ahead again with determination woven long since into the marrow of her very soul. ❝ but regardless, let us remain wary, no matter the experience behind us. ❞

[sarastuss]

drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

and to you my friend, i am handing out ALL the flowers!! ✨💛

[sarastuss]

this is your fate my friend

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[sarastuss]

the annual struggle of 'will i need to uninstall & re-install the game with the new patch update' happened once again yesterday & you can probably guess how it went

[sarastuss]

do you feel love? i know i don't.

featuring characters from dragon age, skyrim, marvel, original canons, and more, by blythe.

[sarastuss]

after traveling to my hometown again i thought i could finally write since i have the rest of this week and the next before my new work starts (i am nervous af) but i have been SICK with so bad cramps because of stress i wager, but either way, i am sending out rest of the asks i owe from here tomorrow 💛

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your girl got a full-time job!! yes, it is still in this city i do not like to live in, but for the time being, it is a good choice to take it! & i am really impressed with the benefits & atmosphere of the workplace & their values, so hopefully, if i do a good job, transferring to somewhere else will be easier too!!

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yesterday, at 1:30AM i lost my mind & booked tickets to an event in paris next april 🧍‍♀️ i have never been to paris, i do not even know french in the slightest, yet, i did this. insanity hours

[sarastuss]

sorry to say that in any dynamic, sarastus is made for soul-crushing devotion

[sarastuss]

☼ APPEARANCE STUDY. SARASTUS, THE NEW SUN.

[sarastuss]

SENTIMENT WOVEN INTO OBJECTS, : MANY DO NOT HAVE THE LUXURY OF CARRYING SUCH ALONG. many do not get the luxury of receiving such, a factor that has nothing to do with worth &. everything to do with false timing. things lost, before they can be reached for. it seems her companion is the same as the warrior herself ; they carry not anything physical of the past, save for one thing. aureate gaze drifts to the symbol tapped against their chest, &. she takes the answer in in silence, reverence woven into it. ... golden eyes drift again to find theirs, corners of her lips tugged upwards ever so slightly in understanding, &. gratitude, for sharing what they did. nothing owed, despite the warrior of light posing the question, &. yet, it was given anyway.

SHE CAN ALMOST SEE IT THEN, : VISAGES OF HAPPY REUNIONS. there is that flicker of surprise, as she was not aware they had siblings, a story not shared before this moment, though, given their situation, it is no wonder there has not been many moments to delve into the past of one another. still, it is a warming thought, to be certain. they all have something to come back to, she knows she certainly does. so, even when the odds seem against them ; the champion will forge ahead, &. there is comfort that none of them must do it alone. ( not even the strongest have to fight alone. ) ... ❝ that is a kind thing to do, ❞ her voice softer, even despite the ghost-town they linger upon. this is what means to find light in the darkness. ❝ i am sure your siblings are grateful that you've thought of them upon your adventures. ❞ she didn't need a confirmation for it was all written upon her companions features. the kind of look in the eyes when you reach a valuable memory, she knows this all too well.

&. then, comes a nod of her head, more lighthearted flow woven into melodic voice, ❝ in that case, i shall keep my eyes even more open, for possible objects to take along. another story for your siblings to tell. ❞ at the latter sentence, it is as if even in the darkness, light grows brighter. not in a blinding way, not in the way sun scorches in battlefield ; no, in the gentle way, the first rays of dawn defying the dark.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. and it did not have to be asked of the other, brightened golden hair shines of the daylight more than the sun itself in these grounds they venture, but that does not give way to the intrinsic armament surrounding their character. a portrayal familiar, a cracked mirror forcibly sheening off their lunar night features, they are warriors of this rampage ━ combat and violence they understand, it is a companion they seek in darkened night. a trusted one, perhaps, the only one to ever be trusted, for it stays linear, the same, forever in its carnage. the slaughter can be halted, momentarily, it can be studied, learned, handled with enough care to lull it into a confusion, though never falling into a halt, but a brief sojourn for its slumber. it greets daylight, moonlight, the land dwelling and cosmic marrow merely the same, for everyone is mortal in the eyes of death, and they both know better than many, for you can not out run it forever. and this grief, a compounding guilt, catches a hold of the tenor in their throat in the oddest of moments. a well sits, heavy and full, in the caverns of their chest, clawing for eruption &. it cannot be revealed, or allowed to boil it over, maintained it is (this sadness) and replaced, with the sweet nothingness of the writhing worm.

head falls to its side, leaning closely to their own bladed shoulder as they watch said champion take a hold of their emblem of future hope, of future battle, and an exhale of thought releases. their chest feels rather concaved, their thoughts drift to their sister, these schooling children sharing similar age. ❛ no, i do not have anything from my childhood. except for this - ❜ gloved finger taps against their chest, it swipes against the worshipping symbol of her lunar lady. truth comes easy, when they stand here. ❛ but now? i keep as much as a i can. i bring it back home, show my siblings. you know - things from my adventures. little things. stupid, fun things i know they would like. other than that ... perhaps we get lucky, find something worth bringing along with us. ❜