#* 𝐈. / 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑.

[osovereign]

˗ˏˋ plotted starter for @ednaeflowers *˖ ☆

❝ kiddo—edna  i—  ❞  but  he  catches  the  rest  of  his  words  they  spill  onto  the  air  as  oral  tradition.  kratos’  days  had  been as  clockwork  long  ago:  wake  up ,  eat  breakfast ,  carry  lloyd  to  primary  school ,  work ,  leave  work ,  meet  his  wife  to  pick lloyd  up , and  home.  it  was  a  cycle  always  kept  on  rinse  and repeat,  that  was  until  that  one  faithful  day,  until  his  route  wasn’t  so  new  day ,  same  shit  any  longer.  the  one  day  he  had  to  stay  late  with  yuan  to  finish  up  the  last  bits  of  a  presentation  that  was  going  to  have  cruxis  (  the  founder  and  pinnacle  standard  of  all  things  magitechnology  ):  that  he  had  first  saw her ,  a  girl  that  always  seemed  more  half-wild  and  half-hallowed  than  a  mere  high  schooler.  it  had  started  as  all  things,  with  small  acts  not  meant  to  amount  too  much:  a  few  extra  sandwiches  from  work  here  and  an  old  jacket  or  pair  of  jeans  of  anna's  there.  that  was  in  the  beginning  though  and  kratos  aurion  was  far  beyond  the  beginning.  now, but  he  could  recall  it  ever  so  bittersweetly.  as  how  then  his  5:30pms  had  been  spent  actively  seeking  the  misplaced  girlhood  out  whenever  he  could.  she  was  always  so  shy  and  skittish ,  yet  also  forlorn  (  a  thousand  yard  stare  filled  with  a million  ghost  eyes  ):  but,  that  was  then  and  this  is  now.  like  genesis  it  started  like  so,  but  not  as  forbidden,  but  still  forcibly  as  pulling  teeth.  she  was  snarky  with  massively  spit  fired  tongue  and  quick  witted  enough  to  put  yuan  to  great  shame.  yet,  underneath  kratos  knows,  had  seen  it  all  too  well:  that  she  was  just  a  very  sad  and  very  alone  little  girl.

so ,  of  course  he  begun  gathering  information  here  and  there (  what  was  the  point  in  being  a  high  ranking  member  of  cruxis  if  he  couldn’t  pull  a  few  strings?  ):  but  she ,  now  known  as  edna ,  pulled  and  tugged  and  resisted  as  prey  trapped  inside  a  hunger  hunters  eyes.  for  naught  but  a  moment ,  ephemeral  and  still  closely  guarded ,  the  hollowness  and  snark  within  her  seemed  to  disperse  and  she  seemed  to  be  so  much  more  earthbound ,  so  much  more  grounded  in  an assumption  (  of  remembering  how  it  felt  to  be  loved  and  cared  for  ):  had  she  had  let  go  of  her  walls ,  let the  name  of  her  only  living  family  slip  (  how  she  waited  and  waited  and  kept  every  letter  as  it  was  her  own  living  gospel ,  as  her  own  written  alter  of  worship  ):  how  the  name of  eizen tied  with  his  military  branch  and  deployment  unit  had  connected  far  too  easily ,  how  shattered  the  lingering  fragments  of  a  girl  whom  now  was  lost  amongst  the  pieces  laid  before  his  feet  and  kratos ,  even  with  his  love  by  his  side ,  wasn’t  sure  what  to  do. but  what  else  was  kratos  nor  anna  meant  to  do?  it  was  the  eve  of  nine  months  of  …  somewhat  knowing  her  and  kratos  did  what  he  could ,  what  he  was  allowed  to  do  (  a  combination  of  what  he  thought  was  best ,  therapist  advice , and  what  edna  gave  within  arms  reach  ):  but  wasn’t  this  the  purpose  of  abundance  and  adulthood ,  hadn’t  this  been  the  point  of  being  able  to  provide  in  excesses  for  his  family — to  also  give  those  without  a  home  one  too?  grief  did  not  have  a time  limit ,  even  if  we  often  wished  it  too.  how  could  he  compare  (  kratos  couldn’t  nor  would  he  ):  maybe  he  could  share  the  closest  he’d  ever  been  to  loss ,  mayhap  he  could  talk  about  the  first  women  whom  had  ever  loved  him ,  before  he  even  knew  what  he  was  to  love  and  be  loved:  his  dearest  mother.

it  is ,  however ,  a  moment  of  sentimental  frailty  that  is  not  meant  to  last:  kratos  wishes  to  speak  on  the  love  that  can  still  be  found ,  even  within  the  loss ,  longing ,  and  grief  but  would  the  words  that  he  wanted  to  leave  his  tongue  even  come  close  to  her ,  in  the  ways  that  he  would  hope  would  reach  her?  kratos’  soul  twists  and  turns  and  bites  at  itself  in  a  deplorable  devoted  act  of self-punishment  and  within  him  is two  beings  chanting  (  something  about  duty  /  something  about  god  ):  truly ,  even  one  blessed  as  he  still  held  much  sin between  his  teeth  but  where  there  was  sin  lay  the  grounds  for  redemption  and  repentance  and  divine  self-sacrifice.  ❝ eiz—he  wouldn’t  want  you  like  this.  to  miss  someone  is  a  means  of  knowing  how  much  you  loved  them. when  it  gets  too  much,  ❞  it  was  spoken  from  experience,  from  a  place  of  the  purest  love.  in  the  doorway  of  her  bedchambers  was  anna  ready  to  jump  need  kratos  find  his  words  giving  additional  trials  to  the  living  embodiment  before  him,  but  his  will  and  kindheartedness  had  gotten  them  to  this  point  and  it was  an  attempt,  a  closer  attempt ,  and  for  kratos ,  that  would  be  enough.

❝ whenever  i  miss  her,  my  mother.  ❞  because  even  a  living  god  king  could  grieve,  what  was  a  man  if  not  the  grief  of  all  those  he  loved  and  would  ever  love?  ❛ i  recall  all  the  parts  of her  i  loved,  and  yes  it  was  everything,  her  laugh ,  the  way  she  would  hum  while  cooking  stew ,  the  smells  of  her  favorite  perfumes.  ❞  but ,  as  with  all  things ,  grief  was  still  grief  and  it  had  no  time  limit.  ❝  everyone ,  including  myself  at  times ,  wants  you  to  stop  being  sad  but  you ,  like  myself:  will  never  stop  being  sad.  how  could  they  ever  expect  you  too,  how  could  we?  how  could  i?  ❞

its  the  way  he  looks  at  her  tucked  in  form ,  she  was  already  incredibly  small  but  this  way  she  looked  even  smaller  (  all  the  more  childlike,  all  the  more  wounded  ):  and  mayhap ,  he  would  have�� found  some  piece  of  beauty  in  this grotesque  decadence  (  death  held  much  beauty ,  for  it  had  once  held  life  ): if  only  it  had  come  as  the  payment  for love ,  without  the  transaction  of  loss  and  for  stolen  happiness — but  all  he  feels  is sorrow  and  grief , sainted  yet  acrid ,  as  in  his  soul festers  a  venomous  blasphemous  maw:  the  weary  bones  of  a  man  only  trying  his  best.  ❝ it  has  been  said  time  heals  all  wounds  but  i  do  not  agree.  much  time  has  passed  since  the  loss  of  my  mother  and  i  long  for  her  embrace  everyday ,  i  have  never  once  stopped.  like  you ,  i  nearly  lost  myself  or …  did  lose  myself  for  much  time  within  the  sadness  and  grief.  but ,  with  time  also  brought  the  acknowledgment  of  accepting  but  never  forgetting.  even  discussing  her  with  you now ,  it  hurts ,  my  heart  weeps  but  my  soul  doesn’t  shatter ,  not  anymore.  ❞

that  is,  what  kratos  doesn’t  say.  he  doesn’t  say  how  his  soul  cannot  shatter  any  longer  because  the  soul  of  whom  he  had  been  before  anna ,  before  lloyd — before  his  family,  edna  included,  had  been  broken  into  pieces  that  could  never  be  put  back  together.  his  mind ,  having  gone  insane ,  had  covered  the  hollowed  memory  with  scar  tissue  to  cope ,  but  the  pain  had  never  left  him  and  much  like  edna ,  would  never  leave  him.  ❝ when  you  no  longer  are  lost  in  the  grief ,  in  the  longing  for ,  in  the  loss.  ❞  gently ,  his  hand  extends  to  gently  pat  her  hand ,  his  eyes  noticing  how  her  sleeves  had  become  soaked  from  her  snot  nose  filled  tears.  ❝ we’ll  be  right  here,  edna.  ready  for  you  in  whichever  way  you  will permit  us.  ��  because ,  sometimes  life  gave  too  much  unhappiness  and  tragedy  to  those  whom  did  not  deserve  it ,  least  of  all  the  flowering  youth  of  tomorrow.  kratos  and  the  budding  flower  child  before  him  where  grief-stricken  and  desperate for  the  warmth  of  a  summer  that  never  came  during  their  coldest  and  loneliest  of  winters  but  mayhap ,  together  his  family ,  their  family  could  make  even  the  closest of  winters  bestow  upon  their  lives  the  warmest  of  sunlight  upon  their  blossoming  earth.

[abysshearted]

@noctuafought: " you can't adopt someone's pain to dilute your own. " let these brothers bond

a scoff slips past his lips, though was there even an attempt to hide it? probably not. then again, diluc is right. kaeya would rather take on the pains of those he wants to than face his own burdens and pain. grabbing the glass in front of him, he lets out a sigh as he sips the red wine.

"other people deserve a chance of happiness, diluc. i don't care what happens to me... no one realistically does."

[10shadowd]

   he is awake  (  barely  ) .

[w1heda]

“don’t you try to fuck with me.” // @unheald ( negan ) ///

amusement flickers across clarke's features for a moment. it's been... a while since she's had any real kind of threat-- one that actually might have held some weight to it. clarke isn't stupid. she-- her people, they've been watching. and she knows negan and his saviors are serious business. so of course, she's taking it seriously. but at the same time, it's amusing. and for once, it has her interest.

it'd been a few years now since clarke took charge of the coalition. a while since anyone of worth had tried to challenge her for that power. they all knew, each of the clans knew-- wanheda, the commander of death wasn't to be fucked with.

but she smiles here, because, well, negan didn't know all about that, did he?

clarke leans back in her chair, lifting to kick her feet up and rest on the table in front of her. she's aware of the way two of her guard details shift. stand up straighter. she doesn't even look at them. she's not looking at anyone besides negan.

"you think i'm stupid or something? i'll try not to be insulted." she squints briefly before letting out another chuckle. "fun as it'd be to try, i'm a lot smarter than that, thank you very much. you don't get to be... well, me by making impulsive moves. i'm not here to fuck you over, negan."

[10shadowd]

   initially he intends to deny once again,  but stops before the words can leave his mouth.  yuuji will probably just whine if he said no again  (  more trouble than it's really worth  ) .  eventually after a moment of thought does a sigh escape him :  a little defeat of his own.  "  fine.  "  it'd probably keep his attention more,  anyway.

          yuuji deflates in defeat ,  closing the image he'd shown and shutting off his phone ,  before tucking it into his pocket .  so stubborn ...  but so is he ,  so maybe he shouldn't complain .  " then maybe we could watch the anime ... ?  at least then you'd have some idea of what i'm talking about . "

[abysshearted]

"how do i bother our local bard on his birthday this year? hm... how about i lock him out of diluc's wine storages."

[10shadowd]

   whoops.

[abysshearted]

every undertone that was laced in was a whirlwind of conflict to the ears, though none need to hear this inferring of the wanderer's emotions. those cards he shall keep close to his chest, no matter how truthful or incorrect they are, it is still something to fall back to in the future to gain any different insight. right now, however, this is not their topic of discussion. future interactions are that, the future, right now, their shared lack of respect and adoration for archons was.

which leads him to the new issue, the spotlight on him. how many lies can he whirl in with truths to make it seem genuine enough that he didn't twist anything. a deep breath, this is going to be a ride and a half, letting the signature smirk take a hold and charm ooze out.

"we did. i won't dishonour our agreement." he agrees. "before i begin my story, i suppose a question on your knowledge of history. i promise, this will make sense soon. so, my dear wanderer, what do you know about the history of khaenri'ah?"

❝  no  kidding.  ❞  and  though  BITTERNESS  may  bleed  from  every  syllable,  there's  an  undercurrent  of  grim  amusement  —  as  if  part  of  him  truly  does  delight  in  hearing  the  deduction  (  the  criticism  )  spill  from  lips  other  than  his  own.  to  be  entirely  honest,  he  doesn't  HATE  his  creator  —  although,  there  are  times  where  the  wanderer  so  fervently  wishes  that  were  the  case.  hatred  is  easy,  after  all.  it's  simple  —  a  wildfire  than  burns  away  everything  unfortunate  enough  to  stumble  into  its  path.  more  than  anything  else,  he  merely  craves  her  acknowledgement ...  yet  it  seems  even  than  simple  wish  is  too  much  for  his  creator  to  entertain.  or  rather,  it  was  —  he's  no  doubt  his  own  actions  have  rendered  it  IMPOSSIBLE  by  now.

❝  i'm  sure  i  would  be  branded  a  liar  and  a  heretic  if  i  spoke  a  word  of  this  to  anyone  else.  ❞   perhaps  he's  EXAGGERATING  a  touch  —  but  it  certainly  feels  that  way.  there's  a  particular  sort  of  isolation  that  comes  with  being  the  only  voice  in  a  crowd  not  shouting  their  adoration.

❝  anyway ...  that's  as much  ABOUT  ME as i can stomach.  ❞  venting aside, he  is  one  of  his  own least  favorite  subjects.  ❝  we  had  a  deal,  didn't  we?  what's  your  story?  ❞

[abysshearted]

@harbingertm: " i'd like it if you stayed. " i'm here for the chaeya bestie

it wasn't meant to end this way, not that kaeya was complaining. stuck in fontaine finding answers and methods to dismantle the fatui behind everyone's backs, including his own father. but here he is, stuck with the eleventh and very much busting him out of his situation with some abyssal powers, no one needed to know how or why they exist. does he have feelings for the other? perhaps. it might be the abyss in their systems recognising the other as a kindred soul in some twisted capacity.

sitting by the fire and staring at it, he was tempted to depart and continue his plan to spite the father he never got the chance to have, yet it was the request from childe to stay that made him second guess his temptation and he instead glanced over to him.

"you want me, the smoothest talker in mondstadt, to stay with the snezhnayan menace? hm... you know, i have nothing else better to do. fine, i'll stay, we can chat." he agrees, it might turn interesting after all.

[10shadowd]

@zenload summoned: maybe one day you'll trade that perpetual frown for a personality, but until then, enjoy being the background noise.

   huh ?  where the hell did this even come from ?  nevermind,  it's mai  /  she didn't ever need a reason to be annoying.  a roll of dark blue eyes,  "  coming from the one who acts like she even has a personality to begin with ?  i'll happily stay background noise.  "  perpetual frown included.

[abysshearted]

@constellaris bc kaeya's a fucking menace

is there still pride in kaeya for making mikhail have to move him and sit him down on what both could argue is the true throne? always. he doesn't complain, doesn't make it harder for the tsar to move him. he just remains ever smug as he leans back to rest his head on the other's shoulder and hummed.

"maybe i did, maybe i didn't. maybe i just wanted a comfy seat, getting you was the bonus. regardless on what i want, how was your little business?"

[abysshearted]

the hand shook as he realised just what was being said, and kaeya couldn't help but lower his sword and aimed it at the ground instead.

"diluc... you're an individual, not crepus' clone. you do not see me chasing my father's footsteps, no one ever expected us to follow either of them, and no one ever expects a child to blindly follow their parent. crepus wanted us to stick together, to work together and protect mondstadt, not follow him into corruption! did you and him... ever discuss you taking his seat in the fatui...?" he breathed out in fear, it made no sense to him.

he tilts his head back at the sword pointed to his throat, eyes narrowed. he tries to keep his calm, but he can't contain the swelled anger and grief at kaeya's wish for the alternate path.

"another path? there is no other path! this is what he wanted me to do!" he finally snaps, "who am i to question father's choices for me? he wanted this for me, he taught me all i know so that i'd be prepared to take his role when it was time. you know nothing." his own tears sprung, desperation rolling through.

[10shadowd]

@visioncursed summoned: kinda just.. plops his head down on megumi's for just a second bc he had a bad day . :(

   in any other situation,  megumi would be moving out from under the other to free himself from being used as some kind of resting spot.  he'd have snapped for his personal space being invaded when gojo knew better  (  not that it ever stopped him  ) .  yet he doesn't.  in fact,  megumi doesn't even look up from scrolling on his phone ;  he's actually staying put and tolerating it for once.

   "  why are you moping.  "  what was common with him being so overly touchy was that he was always obnoxious about it.  always goofing off,  being overly childish  /  usually with full intentions of riling the teen up  /  but almost never in such a pathetic way like this,  so something was obviously up.

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[abysshearted]

this was not the reunion either of them hoped or expected, to be frank. his memory of an uncle was so fragile and small, it would make sense he forgot it existed most of the time. yet, seeing the iudex of fontaine there, the cavalry captain paled ever so slightly. he reminds him of his father, and it sinks in his stomach at how little he truly knew of his family.

“monsieur neuvillette, was it?” he masks the fear and knowledge, he had to. they’re not the same people as they were in khaenri’ah, those people died centuries ago. “you would be right, though this is no business trip for me, simply a small vacation away from work.” he explains, afraid of what their conversation could turn to.

[ 🐉 ]  ──  * @abysshearted

to see kaeya in fontaine was unexpected . in fact, seeing kaeya at all was unexpected in itself . he hadn't seen the boy in over five hundred years . he had left when kaeya was merely six years old . seeing him brought upon guilt , remorse , and longing for his home .

" you . . . " look just like your father , he wanted to say , but if he knew anything from his private network , he knew that the two were at odds just as himself and ulrich were . " you must be kaeya . i was informed you would be visiting . " he covered up .

[abysshearted]

casually burns the baguettes. this is a threat.