#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›
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❛ i’ve always been in love with you, ❜ joel sat with his guitar in his lap—he had stopped playing for a moment to let the silence sit. it was in that silence that he felt his heart swell. joseph was next to him as he had often been these days. they enjoyed each other’s company in more ways than just this one. joel turned his head to look at joseph. he couldn’t help the smile that spread a crossed his face as he noticed he’d taken him off guard with those words—direct and honest as they were, ❛ i know that now. ❜ joel continued, he let his eyes linger into josephs’… there was a gentleness there, one joel knew he preserved for him. ❛ did you know?… from the moment we met…. ❜ joel looked off and breathed and chuckled breathlessly as he recalled their first meeting. ❛ could you feel it too? ❜ joel’s gaze softened once more as he looked upon joseph and reached over to take his hand into his own. ❛ i never thought i’d ever feel this way… not like this. ❜ / @nowfather
#as you can see i expanded on it quite a bit from the rough draft lol#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#‹ nowfather. › joseph seed. ›#‹ 002. joseph. &. joel. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › nowfather ›#‹ 𝐯. › main. ›
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𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫. night was settling into the dusk, and her heart stirred with unease. she beckoned the light to her palm holding a crystal for her own safety. she needed the act to be believable in these lands. there did not seem to be any life stirring beyond the shore at the moment, but the quiet did not set as steady as it felt. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝. ❛ and they said waloed didn’t come to greet their wary travelers. ❜ she said sarcastically and groaned. she had heard many tales of the beast men and how they cooked their victims alive so that they could savor their screams as they passed into death. 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐞.
they would not be reasoned with, so she did not try. they clearly lacked intelligence. alina carefully placed her crystal into her satchel—it would only be in the way. as the orcs rushed forward—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲. the rush of adrenaline pumping through her as she felt the light surge in her—sapping what was left of the sun as it sank into the earth and bringing it into the night. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 around her as she thought to relax for a breath.
they must have come for the orcs. she thought as they circled around her. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, ❛ please… i mean you no harm. ❜ she muttered, looking to their eyes for acknowledgement that they understood her tongue. she raised her hands in defense and she was fettered before taken away to the castle that loomed in the distance of the shore. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. barnamas tharmr. she knew him only in name. she stood still with her hands confined to her back. 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚. the crystal fetters they placed on her wrist did not stop her power.
when the king’s eyes fell to her she saw awe growing. this feeling that he gave felt familiar. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. she wondered what might have passed through his mind when looking over her for a miracle to occur. ❛ i’ve heard a lot about your kingdom. . but nothing could prepare me for how poorly you treat your guests. ❜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, ❛ i have an unbearable itch… and i would rather handle that myself if it pleases you. ❜ / @ashwarden
#you probably only have a paragraph of this you can respond to lmao#of course alina is being sassy#but i imagine that big light show made people curious what the heck was going on#and idk if he knows about grisha#but here she is#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#‹ ashwarden . › barnabas tharmr. ›#‹ 001. barnabas. &. alina. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › ashwarden ›#‹ 𝐯. › final fantasy xvi. ›
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𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧. vague images swimming up from the black pools of his mind. yet here he was faced with darkness in a new way. it spoke, it breathed, and it felt more than the cold blackness he had come to be familiar with.
❛ i have heard some talk of one that conjures the shadows, but i had not expected for them to appear so fair. ❜ his voice was almost without emotion as he spoke, though he had not been devoid of it. he was simply tired after a long journey into ravka. the land was new to him, and he had seen the land ravaged and it’s people burned. there was a minor understanding of why the folks born into what was deemed to be normal in ravka, hated and feared those who wielded what he learned to be small science—grisha, as they were called, did not create that which did not already exist in the world.
p came to know humans capable of much when led by fear. he had watched his own home fall due to the fear and greed of humans. now it was but a mere myth on the lips of those who once heard of krat. memories all but forgotten. p did wander if any remnants of krat would pull themselves from the rubble and venture off as he did, leaving the island’s destruction in the past. / @sovrenyi
#‹ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. › p. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 : 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. › p. ›#‹ sovrenyi. › aleksander morozova. ›#‹ 001. aleksander morozova. &. p. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › sovrenyi ›#‹ 𝐯. 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. › p. ›#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#it's random#and i don't really know where i am going with his verse yet#but i am adding krat as an island that maybe used to exist a long time ago?#and p recently woke back up after the events in the future of that?#idk idk
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬’ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, ❛ it pains me to see someone such a deep fount of power used by a god who depends on you in order to reign above you. ❜ silence meets his words, the down casted gaze as he had knelt before his sovereign. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬. for he is the almighty’s most tortured puppet—a mere plaything.
❛ oh king… do not tell me that you truly have relinquished your will to play at servant for a loveless entity?… ❜ his voice is low, finally, he is graced with his gaze, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞—𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞… 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. tired of all of this. ❛ you do not care anymore. ❜ the revelation sunk his heart. he could feel the emptiness now setting in. perhaps in his youth, barnabas had tried to fight it… but much had been stolen from him, and now he sought an end to all things. ❛ you and i are more alike than you think, your majesty. ❜ / @ashwarden
#this is all in character#sephiroth is now my oc so everything he does is in character#idc idc#i will do the other tags later#also if i overstepped just have barnabas bomb fart or something#>#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › starter. ›#‹ ashwarden. › barnabas tharmr. ›#‹ 001. barnabas tharmr. &. sephiroth. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › ashwarden ›#‹ 𝐯. › final fantasy xvi. ›
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“You’re cold. Come here.”
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭. but she could not hide the way her body shivered when they were stagnant in their journey. they had taken shelter beneath a rickety wooden shed, 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, letting herself shiver without restraint. what dream stole her from the day was broken by his voice… she look up at him, wet and pathetic in the state that she was in, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. closer than she had ever been to him. he emitted heat, he felt so warm—was it ifrit? or was it natural? 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞. a tad embarrassed at the butterflies in her stomach, but glad he was not aware of them and could not see the flush on her cheeks.
❛ guess i should have dressed a little bit warmer. ❜ she voiced, his brief chuckle put her more at ease. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. it was so warm. it felt abnormal for someone to emit so much heat, but he was a dominant of fire. 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬, ❛ is jill cold? ❜ she mused aloud hoping he would have the answer, ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦… and i thought maybe it was ifrit making you this warm… so i wondered if that would make jill cold. ❜ though her gaze had shifted while speaking, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, but pulled away when his eyes reached her.
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡ : accepting.
#who can blame her if she has a little crush u // u#clive can't just embrace people#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › tifa &. clive. › riseifrit. ›#‹ 𝐯. › final fantasy xvi. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › answered. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › inbox. ›
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❛ i suppose it’s good to see you making friends… ❜ kaveh didn’t look up from the book he was currently indulged in—half jealous and half in disbelief, he intended to keep all of his emotions to himself in this moment. 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦. / @vulturvolan
#gotta remember how to do this lol#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#‹ vulturvolan. › al-haitham. ›#‹ 001. al-haitham. &. kaveh. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › vulturvolan ›#‹ 𝐯. › i. ›
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❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠—and every hero needed a break. a well earned respite amongst the chaos. when aedraaf offered wyll a drink, he paid no mind to the aroma nor the color as he took a long swig from the pint. ❛ oh! baldurans breath that’s foul! ❜ his face scowled and he regretted letting the brew go down his throat. it stung and shifted it’s flavor inside of wyll’s mouth. it was much too late to eject it from his body. a mere moment passed before wyll turned to aedraaf with the same disgusted look on his face.
❛ are you sure it’s meant to be so sour? ❜ wyll smacked his lips, some attempt to will the taste from his tongue. when it had begun to fade he managed a laugh, ❛ i must seem like a child, the way my nose upturns to anything that does not taste sweet—i can handle a bit of bitterness, but i swear my tongue revolted as soon as the brew made contact with it. ❜ another laugh escaped as he set the pint back on the table, it was clear that he would not make another attempt at it regardless of how he might desire the buzz of an ale. ❛ and you are positive that it is not spoiled? ❜
#when i read the ask wyll immediately jumped out with that first dialogue exclamation and it made laugh#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › inbox. ›#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › answered. ›#‹ raveneques. › aedraaf ›
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❛ i guess you can sleep wherever you want…❜ kerry’s voice is low and disappointed as he finds vere sleeping in his bed. ❛ i got shit to do anyway. ❜ / @deathknel
#it's literally like finding your cat in your bed but you don't want to move it#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#‹ deathknel. › vere. ›#‹ 001. vere. &. kerry eurodyne. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › deathknel ›#‹ 𝐯. › main. ›
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❛ while we’re here do you wanna stop and see the sights? ❜ she asks grabbing on his arm, wide eyes looking up at him with curiosity, mouth curving into a smile. ❛ i hear the view from up there ❜ she points ❛ is amazing !! ❜ @awayfly
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❛ sometimes i worry about you guys.. ❜ sometimes was an understatement, he spent most his time worrying over them all, not knowing if his plans would be the one to send them all to their doom. he bit anxiously on his cheek, tapping a finger against the table. ❛ and … i’m not nearly strong enough to protect you guys so… ❜ blowing out a sigh he shakes his head. ❛ think i need a drink... ❜ @7thbar
#& ⋄ 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ⊳ . . . closed starter. ⋄#& ⋄ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⊳ . . . prose. ⋄#tifs pls... a drink for the stressed guy#maybe 5#loosen him a bit
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𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬… 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. should he have coveted those words and kept them as the grand covenant is forced upon puppets. but geppetto is a liar… he has not been honest and good to me. his name… carlo, lost in the flames of the city. his existence, the life he was meant to replace. the friend that he recalls from stolen memories. he feels them surge through him from the ergo. the beauty of the city, the sounds of joy from its people, all these blur behind a locked memory, but romeo’s face is clear. romeo’s voice. my first, my best, my truest friend… my first love. the faux heart beats with the same fervor as it’s mirrored image. is this what it feels like to be human? to be more than human. something stirring quietly beneath the metal. he was meant to soar above humans, the true evolution bounding him to the ergo that set his ego free. free to choose. free to become.
❛ romeo… ❜ his name said like a pray, a unsent love letter meant for only one, a wish… how he wished he could return to those days. alas, they were as lost as his memories of self were. romeo’s existence clung him to a past that was meant to be forgotten when he was made anew. ❛ i… i now feel as if the choices i have made to meet you have been fated so that i could awaken at the sight of you. ❜ he places his hand over where is heart should be, ❛ those i slayed will continue to live on through the ergo that i have absorbed… i hope they are able to find forgiveness… i was lost in the darkness of my mind. ❜ his eyes felt heavy as they sought the floor for the comfort he felt would not be shown in the eyes of his beloved. for how could he, when he was forced to mourn them. he stole those lives away. there was no way to bring them back, and even still… romeo outstretched his hand, welcoming him to join him. to be at his side. p was overcome with joy, his eyes wide as he met the gaze of romeo. ❛ truly? ❜ / @nowking
#i took ergo belongs to humans and ran with it#i have no idea how this game ends#but this is what happened#shouldn't have let me in the kitchen#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#nowking#‹ nowking. › romeo. king of puppets. ›#‹ 001. romeo. &. p. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › nowking ›#‹ 𝐯. › i. ›#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. › p. ›
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𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞—a charade that would grant power to an a god who dwindled away in sleep, preserving themselves and now the shepherd blames the sheep growing teeth and claws, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.
❛ we need not be enemies, clive. ❜ he appears next to him, his voice just above a whisper, a slow caress to the ear. ❛ in fact… i too would not wish to see you bend to the will of a execrable god. ❜ when clive turned his head to meet his gaze, sephiroth is back where he initially began, ❛ i would see that you rise to greater heights… 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡… a form of worship, i would say. ❜ doubt and distrust still hung heavy in the space between them. sephiroth holds no offense—it would be a while until clive came to trust in his words, and understand that the malice he held was not for those that gods deem as inferior pawns. ❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? i know you cannot be satisfied with words unsaid before i depart. ❜ / @riseifrit
#but does he have ulterior motive#hmmmm#>#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › starter. ›#‹ riseifrit. › clive rosfield. ›#‹ 001. clive rosfield. &. sephiroth. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › riseifrit ›#‹ 𝐯. › final fantasy xvi. ›
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“You asleep?”
𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧. it had been a long journey to kalm, and most of her companions were dozing off or were already off into their dreams. tifa shared her room with aerith and kaine. neither one of them made an awful lot of noise to indicate whether they were deep into a slumber or on the verge. 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. tifa had never heard her voice sound so soft. she wondered for a brief moment of the question was meant for aerith, or for herself… or perhaps it was meant for them both. regardless, tifa replied, ❛ not yet… ❜ she whispered back, turned against the wall, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬��� 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 that echoed throughout the hotel.
❛ you okay? ❜ tifa’s voice was worried, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲. perhaps being inside of the city caused her discomfort. they did end up persuading her to enter, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭. a twinge of guilt made its home in her belly. ❛ is it the hotel? ❜ tifa asked, not yet addressing the cause of her guilt, she needed to be sure and 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡ : accepting.
#sorry i forced kaine into the city!#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › tifa &. kainé. › wieldsrage. ›#‹ 𝐯. › i. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › answered. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › inbox. ›
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arms are folded across her waist , silently wondering-- slightly assuming . . . if he was truly asleep or not . which also prompt the thought it if was a good night out or purely exhaustion that may have knocked him out . poking with a lone finger , it starts with prodding his shoulder-- ' wake up ' she cooes , being pleasant prior to now poking his cheek . ' i know you can hear me ' she says , more in a sing - song kind of tone ( a kind in which one could tell she is wearing a smile . ) // @fcragil
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐕 𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. it helped him sleep through the night fully ( if he were lucky ) it was sadly the only way he could ever feel fully rested, given he were ever allowed rest in the first place — due to being gone so often, home was starting to feel more like a second home to him. he sat at the table with his head rested against his arms, he’d not even attempted to make it to bed. it was easier this way, he'd be right up and back to work the second the sun decided to rear its head.
he groaned, trying to pull himself from his deep sleep, eyes flickering wildly as though he is fighting for consciousness. finally, he gains it. ❛ mmm? ❜ he hums, curious. ❛ don't tell me i’ve overslept... ❜ his words are slurred. after moment of silence he pushes himself up in a start. ❛ fuck! huh?... aerith... sorry. ❜ he rubs the back of his head , awkwardly - he wonders if she was worried , or even worse... he'd heard he whinged in his sleep, well, according to charon, anyway. ❛ y’alright, aerith? ❜ he return a half smile, the best as anyone who was barely awake could. ❛ don't reckon i could catch a few more minutes before i head back. er... so long as you don't tell the others, like. ❜
𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 : 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 — ’ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ’ ( 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 ) ( accepting . ) / @fcragil
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i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
there’s a stillness brought to the moment, one that could be noted. it was as if the world paused in unison to bear witness. even the wind quieted it’s boasting as if it too wanted to listen before it swirled the leaves like a cyclone on the ground. 𝐰𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞—𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. not a feat that could often be accomplished from one such as him. a line for every word, a tale for every moment and wish for every star—astarion had continued to unveil sides of himself that wyll would not have thought capable upon their first meeting. a smile washed over his face, as if he was relieved to know this now, and he would be content to know it as the last thing he had would ever know.
❛ that means… more than you could imagine. ❜ he could not hide the way his words still felt caught in his throat. the way his eyes shy away from astarions’—so soft but still so passionate with his gaze. it was a look that made his heart skip and his stomach fill with butterflies—like the feeling of when you first fall in love, and the moments that trail afterwards. he could see that astarion felt safe. content with his decision to cast aside the power that cazador would have gladly sucked out of so many innocent spawn. 𝐰𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. he felt like a hypocrite at times when it came to situations such as these, but still he would fight to protect all who were defenseless and those he held close to his heart. he knew that astarion’s desire for power was so that he would remain forever safe, forever in control.
❛ i know now the horrors that haunt your dreams… if not the full extent. ❜ his eyes softened as he is able to meet astarion’s gaze. he does not shy away this time, he needs him to see the resolve behind them, even though his eyes msimatched as they were, those he had been born with were now stripped away from him—𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. his hand reached for astarion’s, there’s no hesitation as he draws him nearer, ❛ i can only imagine their detail, and even then i do not dwell with the thought in my mind. astarion’s hand felt soft in his own—delicate even… perhaps his own hands were much more calloused that he could not notice any imperfections. he gave them a tight squeeze as he drew astarion closer to him for an embrace. he rests his other hand on the small of the elf’s back while leaning into him.
❛ my wish now is only to bring you comfort and happiness. ❜ wyll took in a deep breath, cherishing the feeling, the smells, the way he was keenly aware of just how much warmth his body emitted—𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.
❛ i want to be more than that person you dreamt of saving you—it is clear to me that you are strong enough to do that yourself—but if you ever want me to play the dashing hero, than i shall for you. ❜ wyll let’s the words sink in. a bit of banter added into this moment of intimacy, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. ❛ but even if i were the one to rescue you. i know that these shackles needed to be broken by you… only you could have done it. ❜
wyll gently parted their embrace to gaze fondly into his lover’s eyes. all these feelings swirling around in him felt like magic about to burst. he could only hope that he does not over step in boundaries, l𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫. he was listening intently, hanging on to every word wyll was saying, as if he were trying to convince himself to believe them or perhaps fighting to not let himself believe them—honeyed words of a so called champion who seeks to save the innocents.
❛ i want to share with you a life free of fear, and knowing what it means to feel loved. ❜ he felt the words swell within him before they departed his lips. the sweetness of the blossom air that fluttered around them could not compare to how sweet this moment felt. if one could grasp a memory and hold it to your heart, wyll would have kept it close—as close as he wanted to hold astarion. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. he does not question it’s meaning, but deep in his heart he knows. ❛ i cannot take away the pain caused, i can only bring you joy and laughter in the future to come… and i pray that it is enough to outweigh those terrible years of torture… and if not, i will simply have to try harder. ❜
#this took me forever to write because i always spaced out and then came back to it to edit it#but i know it made me cry initially#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › answered. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › inbox. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › wyll &. astarion. › vamparion. ›#‹ 𝐯. › i. ›#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›
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❛ i wouldn't know how to kill a vampire, i’m not a monster hunter, i’m a mercenary. ❜ the question felt strange, but cloud paid no mind to the specfics of it. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭. / @vamparion
#i might have been unoriginal here#but... i just imagine in his baldurs gate verse cloud gets mistaken for a monster hunter#‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. ›#‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › closed. ›#‹ vamparion. › astarion ancunin. ›#‹ 001. astarion. &. cloud. › 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 › vamparion ›#‹ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. › baldurs gate. ›
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