#❝ 𝒪r. 𝑀aybe. We’re not their star-damned 𝐺olden 𝐶hildren. ❞ |〈⤝⟡⤞〉

[halofractured]

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body

[ Now Jey and Astral ! . o. ]

Exhales shuddered him. The touch was Order-cooled and tender, faint as the graze of eyelashes, recognizable as the astrien breeze on the shoreline.

Jey eased the tension that'd gathered over his back, not needing to turn. No one else is so quiet coming into his quarters.

"Doesn't usually happen that way." Jey chuckled. Smiling wry to Astral from over his exposed shoulder, shrugging the rest of the fabric away to let him see the mark in full.

"I have to be Unbalanced for them to cauterize instead of just heal. … It was my own fault, really. Probably my﹣ third ever solo? Helping a smaller planet down north with some marauders. Got stupid, got cocky, messing around until they got some good shots and managed to swarm me. The whole village was watching.”

He remembered the sounds, the blur of greens between an aqua river and plateau of fields underneath them. Power-radiating fists meeting steel feathers. Then finding enough blind spots to hit skin.

“…I wasn’t scared. It embarrassed me.”

Jey slowly reached for Astral’s palm, guiding it over the scar.

“So I feigned another bad move and let them strike me. Let it look like it’d killed… The marauders turned their backs and their attention, and, I got ‘em.” Dark wine hair fell across eyes. “But not before the people had saw. Started crying, begging for mercy, thinking their savior died and that they were next... Pretending to die in front of hundreds, out of selfish hurt pride .. not exactly Balanced behavior.”

He scoffed out a low sound, fingers fleeting from the envoy’s reprieving skin. “Pretty shameful way to get a good battle scar, eh?”

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At Dark's blooming of enjoyment to the tales, Jey's own smirk widened to match.

"You might be self conscious over some of your own funnier moments, cutie, but Mist is no novice to 'finer moments'. Nor am I. He didn't share those with me out of malice, nor am I to you now. That's what families do. Just try not to forget that when it's with your stories, okay? We laugh out of love."

"But. If someone does treat you or your stories with anything different - tell us."

Ok, ok, that's pretty funny. A smile wormed its way across his lips as Jey recounted the embarrassing stories that he had so kindly shared with him.

"How many embarrassing stories do you know?" What is he, some embarrassing story broker? ...How many embarrassing stories does Jey have about him, save for the one that will be his legacy no doubt.

He is never living 'milked way' down.

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❝ OOC? Like ‘we’re out of milk’ but it’s ‘we’re out of a character’? ❞  | ℬ𝑙𝑢𝑒 | {☕︎}

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OLD ❝ 𝐷o you think you can ℒove someone without knowing how to ℒove 𝒴ourself? ❞  |〈⤝⟡⤞〉

NEW ❝ 𝒪r. 𝑀aybe. We're not their star-damned 𝐺olden 𝐶hildren. ❞  |〈⤝⟡⤞〉

{Verse} ❝That 𝓈tarlit glow brightens the cavity in my chest. 𝒩ymph.❞ ⟢ 𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝  

{Verse} ❝That's 𝓈ome ember in your heart. 𝓕irefly.❞ ⟢ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕒

{Verse} ❝That 𝓈mile could melt winters with its 𝓢unshine.❞ ⟢ 𝕪𝕦𝕞𝕒

| Goldenshipping | ✧ | 𝕛𝕖𝕪 ｘ 𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝  

| Pierceshipping | ✶ | 𝕛𝕖𝕪 ｘ 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥

| Gloryshipping | ☼ | 𝕛𝕖𝕪 ｘ 𝕪𝕦𝕞𝕒

❝ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢.❞〈♕ ░ 𝓻oyal 𝓪u 〉 

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Jey heeled back and sideways a step, sighing deeply through his nose. At the other's self-unfair laments, he leant to try to meet Astral's eyes.

"What-ifs have a rose-tint just as bad as nostalgia, Astral. And that doesn't make the perception of them any more true or real as the latter, either. I'm sharing what I know is Mist's same worry. ... You're the only one still holding that over your head."

   :[  @halofractured​ asked: He was being quiet, so he tried to make it as least startling as he could; the split second dichotomy of a sudden rough hand moving feather gently against a shoulder. “At ease, Astral.” Jey murmured, gaze zeroed upon the same place as Astral. “I don’t think it’s Mist in danger." (( because the boy don’t deserb to be stressed all night sfdghj :,> ))  ]:

   He makes it sound so easy..

   The  envoy’s  free  hand  carefully  removed  the  other’s  hand  as  his  other  palm  gently  pushed  a  card  away  and  forward,  sending  a  golden  warrior  of  hope  to  look  over  both  his  brother  and  the  one  he’d  come  to  see  as  a  son..  Itsnotenough  It  would  Have  to  be  enough..

   “ NO.  Jey… I  stood  silent  and  did  nothing  once  before,  I  Will  Not  Make  That  Mistake  Again.  “

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'Want af-', huh?

Jey's look softened. Gently knocking his shoulder against Dark's in apology, or comfort, or both.

“Your bargain drives about as hard as your self control, sweetheart." He settled back on his feet and chuckled gently. “But alright, it's a deal.”

Jey dropped his head back to think for a moment, bangs wisping over his eyes from the gravity. “Once, in what I guess was some attempt to flirt, your father spun in a circle a few times to show off. Twirled, more like. Within the first ten minutes of meeting the guy. I don’t think he regrets it, but he sure gets embarrassed about it now.”

"Another time - shortly after revival - he made a complete ass of himself and Astral by proxy, when during a trip out into our world’s city to assist some refuged denizens affected by the war, Mist made a loud and sarcastic announcement of their arrival. Said that their “saviors” were here, that kind of thing. He had not taken the tone of the room first. Incredibly funny, but damn was it apparently awkward. And somehow Astral was called ‘nurse’ during that? I’m a bit sketchy on those details…”

"Mmm~ that's a mighty request to do for free. Weren't you a politician at some point? I feel like you know how this works. I like you and I like your game, kid, but I'm no sucker."

A head tilt and an amused glint shined over Jey's expression. Genuinely gladdened as he was to have the little one approach him first, playing himself for a fool for unknown reasons was not a hand he was willing to just fold.

"The story has to match the price~ so, I'll either need some proof of conduct, or a bribe."