#AUDACIIAE

[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

"...Yes, of course. Let's go!" Cloud knew they did not have the time for formal introductions, and he had been lucky enough to get his name out during their heated conflict with that monster. The taunting. The powerful strikes. It was some miracle that the two of them had made it around the corner and away from the one-winged angel. After a few minutes, making sure they were actually at a safe distance, (or aka - just not followed, for now, because Cloud knew...)

He turned towards the other, and caught his breath after a few seconds, seeing the man was still in the same sort of condition as before. Which he felt ultimately responsible for... Guilt running through him. He did not know what powers these people possessed, but it was clearly strong enough to at least keep Sephiroth at bay.

"... I'm sorry. I... It's really hard to explain, but I think it's pretty clear that we're both not meant to be here. Your people might be in danger, but also not just yet. He's got a weird need to always come for me. The guy should be dead. I ran him through with my blade, but..." Cloud was still so furious over that fact. This monster who ruined his life was still going around, causing problems. Breathing. He should have it in him to finish him off, and yet, it's like the other's powers have increased. It frightened him to no end, but he would try to ignore that.

"All I remember is what I've said... A light appearing, taking me in... Sephiroth's doing, no doubt... And I ended up here. I have no clue how to return, but he most likely does, and is just messing with me."

@audaciiae

[maramcna]

@audaciiae starter call

The first thing he noticed was the fact he was alone in Alexander's bed, the second was that where Alexander had laid was cold when Hephaestion reached to search for his lover to no avail. A soft groan left his lips as his eyes finally opened to be greeted by soft light and the vague form of his beloved, awake and not in bed where he should be.

"Alexander," the name left his lips like a sigh, though the sound did not stir his lover from the focus of whatever he was doing. Hephaestion let his displeasure show with the quiet grumble as he sat up in the bed, the blanket covering him pooling on his lap.

"My prince... Why are you out of my arms?"

[historiavn]

@audaciiae sent: DREAMS | 💭] You and your soulmate are capable of visiting each other's dreams. nate & lys 🥹

ULYSSES WAS WELL AWARE THAT attending West Point would bring numerous opportunities for making new connections, but what he certainly did not expect was to meet his SOULMATE upon entering the small dormitory which he had been assigned that semester. The discovery did not occur immediately; on the contrary, Ulysses is just about to offer pleasantries and inquire his roommate’s name when the realization of the man’s identity hits him in full force.

He knows this man. In the silence which follows his arrival, Ulysses’s heart beats as loudly as a WAR DRUM summoning soldiers to the battlefield whilst he gazes at Nate with wide eyes and parted lips. His poor heart was so loud that he finds himself wondering whether this sound could be heard across the whole country. He knows this man, and he knows him like the back of his hand — because this very man has haunted every single one of Ulysses’s dreams.

This is his soulmate — the man chosen by the universe to be his partner for the rest of his life.

When Ulysses regains his wherewithal and acquires once more the ability to speak, only two words are uttered in a voice filled with childlike awe.

“It’s you.”

[melpomeneprose]

I'd a-pluck a fair rose for my love I'd a-pluck a red rose blowin' Love's in my heart, I'm tryin' so to prove What you heart's knowin' -- I'd Pluck a Fair Rose

John André x Conall: @audaciiae.

[aequitaas]

@audaciiae continued.

Something about just being in the other man's presence set off alarms in Mythras's head, but even after just staring at him for a few seconds longer than what may have been polite he had yet to figure out why.

"Oh, of course it's ShinRa business. What's new..?" He scoffed quietly, fiddling with the cup of tea he had just finished making before Conall's untimely arrival. Hearing that they were looking for someone though made the corners of Mythras's lips curl downwards ever so slightly.

"You can definitely look around, not that you'll find much of interest. I'm quite a basic man." Mythras shrugged loosely as he moved a few steps to the side to allow the other man room to advance deeper into his home. "You don't strike me as SOLDIER. Does ShinRa send their office lackeys out on missions now too?" He wondered.

[advitameternal]

@audaciiae ⸻ ↳ 〹 ' There is always doubt and always fear. There is always trouble, always tension. Tension and trouble; fear and doubt; war. ' | Pyrrhus & Hermione.

Hermione’s  gaze  hardened,  her  eyes  dark  with  the  weight  of  Pyrrhus’  words.  There  was  no  denying  the  truth  in  them,  she  had  lived  through  doubt,  fear,  and  war  all  her  life,  waiting  for  her  family  to  come  home.  But  something  inside  her  recoiled  at  his  resignation,  the  sense  of  inevitability  he  seemed  to  accept.  She  didn't  want  to  lose  anyone  else.  Not  after  so  many  years.

❝   You  speak  as  if  these  things  are  our  only  inheritance,  the  legacy  we  are  meant  to  carry,  but  things  do  not  have  to  be  this  way.   ❞

She  turned  away,  her  eyes  distant,  recalling  the  years  of  bloodshed,  the  destruction  of  Troy,  and  the  cost  it  had  wrought  on  her  family.  The  shadow  of  war  lingered  over  her  life.  Her  father,  her  mother,  her  home…  Nothing  was  the  same  as  before.  Everything  was  twisted  and  tainted  by  war,  and  it  made  her  feel  exhausted.

[askens-konge]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. Yet the sight bore something strange and forgotten at the very same time; a familiar pain ached in his chest. A pain he had long shoved into oblivion, for emotions were the traits of lesser men. Now it resurfaced with all force, though, and Barnabas gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow into a deep frown in response to the undesirable.

Now the gaze that met his lacked the comfort and warmth it caused in his cold veins. " Has Mythos send you to face his foe in his stead, " Barnabas asked him, summoning the fabled dark blade in his hand as if it could ease the void the loss of his Lord Commander had left. And comfort and reassurance it could perhaps give now that he felt his own powers waning. " It is not too late to bask in the embrace of the Lord, Sleipnir. Return to his side. " Or die at his side when the divine would finally come down to deliver his most loyal subjects to Paradise, he added in his mind yet did not have the heart to utter his judgement.

Hope was a fleeting, dangerous emotion. Ugly and tainted. Shameful. But he caught himself imagining Sleipnir to defy Mythos and return to his true master.

@audaciiae

[sintoknow]

it is the dawn that lays betwixt the trees here, once the devil's domain. it is ruled only by silence now, and birdsong. the small clearing overlooks a still lake; this mound of earth is made hollow in holy presence, and even the demons in their half-minds have scampered away, fearing the might of heaven. all is gone, all but one lone deer, whose eyes glisten when the light plays its tricks, moving in odd ways, its leg at odd angles.

it is not often lucifer comes to @audaciiae when they grace the earth, but he enjoys these makeshift summits when he does. the occasion to bother their morals with his presence is a promise of entertainment. so, he comes to michael in the guise of something or other, which they are quick to see through. when his form takes its shape, shedding its other flesh, he finds a sword to his throat, likely in warning.

he scoffs, ❛ can't i say ' hi ' ? ❜

MICHAEL REBUKES, YOU ARE ENTIRELY HOPELESS.

❛ on the contrary, i'm rather hopeful. ❜ lucifer counters with a grin, twisting their words to his pleasure. he's never taken well to admonishment and it's not a surprise he laughs it off this time, like every other time. ❛ and even that you abhor. one can never win with you lot, huh? ❜ he makes a point to glance upward, to the skies.

when he thinks of michael, they are always a statue. weathering waves, against the tide of duty never to erode. yet his words mean to fell them. to rust, to dent, to rouse their composure and topple it over like a broken idol. if the taunts soothe nothing else in the devil, they serve for his amusement, at least. lucifer would rather michael's sword in his heart than their apathy, and earning their righteous ire comes to him like a reward, an admission of their own emotion. ❛ i dared hope for freedom, that we could have been greater than subservience. ❜ he tilts his head, stepping closer, the sword tearing through the fabric of his jacket at his own behest, hand coming to lay atop the sharp edge of it. ❛ you never were a visionary, michael dear, don't try for philosophy now. it doesn't look good on you. ❜

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@audaciiae said: ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ bilbo & thorin hehe

               the   leader   of   the   company   turns,   expression   hardening   at   the   hobbits   words.      who   does   he   think   he   is   to   speak   in   such   a   way?      last   thorin   checked,   it   was   he   who   was   in   charge,   he   who   had   created   this   company   to   take   back   the   mountain,   not   the   likes   of   bilbo   baggins.      the   dwarf   has   been   tolerant   as   of   late,   but   to   take   such   tone   with   him?      he   will   not   stand   for   that   level   of   disrespect.      ❝   you   dare   speak   to   me   like   some   common   fool?      heed   my   words,   master   baggins,   you   are   not   in   the   sheltered   world   of   the   shire   any   longer.      you   know   not   of   these   lands,   nor   what   paths   we   must   take.      if   you   so   distrust   my   judgments,   then   perhaps   you   should   turn   back   to   your   comfortable   life   and   spare   us   your   complaint.   ❞

[blackflcgs]

audaciiae said: ❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜ from stede 🥹

He's tucked snugly against Stede's side, on his chest, cozy and warm and still nude underneath the blankets in Stede's bed. Edward's content. More than that, still buzzing on the feel-good chemicals dumping into his brain.

The gentle words make him smile. He blinks his eyes open, peering up at Stede from beneath his lashes. He feels soft. He feels shy.

"Is that you asking permission?" If he sounds amused it's because he is. They'd just gotten done doing a lot more than that after all, but it's so sweet. Ed doesn't move to sit up at all, but he does shift, tilts his face so it's easier for Stede to reach him, "Don't gotta ask. Kiss me, love."

@audaciiae

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@audaciiae continued

What in the world just happened?

Edmund blinks, his brow furrowing as he stares down at the body of the man Anna just shot. She didn't need to do that. It would've been fine. Right? His head is spinning, going a million miles a minute, and it takes him a few moments to calm down, taking a deep breath and slowly nodding.

"I'm fine." He is no stranger to the horrors of this sort of thing. Even if he's never faced battle, he's seen enough of Simcoe and gone through his own hell to not be so shaken. "...Anna, why did you do that?"

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Raucous is the sound that batters her eardrums. The gun wavers, suddenly heavy within usually steadied hands that had adopted a vehement tremor. There's a breath drawn in, a futile attempt to conceal the faintest inklings of satisfaction that came from pulling the trigger on a man as VILE as Easton. Doleful maple orbs, etched now with endless adrenaline flick over the fallen form slowly before turning back to Major Hewlett. The pistol is lowered begrudgingly despite the man being well and truly dead.

The relief caused by Edmund's declaration of safety allows her tense shoulders to sag a degree, though they are NEVER entirely free of being stiff these days (thanks to Dejong, Simcoe, Abe, Caleb, and Ben.)

"He--" Anna's powdery voice quavers. She swallows against the forceful rattling of the muscle trapped between her ribs. "He--- he was going to stab you in the back--" The brunette reveals. She turns away from Edmund to reveal the Corporal's knife. It was tucked well within his clenched hands.

"I-- I could not, for the life of me, allow that to happen. Y-you have protected me from Simcoe, and I would be remiss to not come to your assistance now." Of course, with Major Hewlett dead, it would leave her more prone to untoward advances. Advances she heavily declined.

Disbelief wars upon Strong's countenance. She pallors further upon making another striking realization. "I-- I had thought, quite clearly, that he was one of your men?" The statement is framed more like an inquiry. Turning back to Edmund, she inquires. "What cause could he have possibly had against you?" Bringing a quaking hand to her lip, she muses. "Do you suppose Simcoe had s---something to do with this?" It wasn't beyond him to poison the Major's men against him. He so avidly tried already during the Battle of Setauket. There had been much talk about Simcoe being bound and gagged.

A quick glance is cast about. "Now that he is gone, I-- I must do something wit-- with the body. At least before we are discovered--" She can not wallow in her own SHOCK. Killing a King's soldier was tantamount to treason. And despite Brewster's petulant (but very much appreciated) attitude, ""that treason isn't treason if done with good reason,"" this act could still see her HANGED.

[hiislegacy]

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The very second he had gotten permission from the other, Cloud surged forward as high as he could to reach those beautiful lips, locking them securely in place. It was as bold a move as he had in asking such a question, or in even going so far as to pin the Prince to the nearest surface! He hadn't been this courageous with anyone before, and was fully committed to seeing this through, now that the gates were opened wide.

After a few seconds of passionate kisses, he pulled back and sunk to his knees, hands grasping at leather and clothing that were in his way. "I want this... Let me please you, my Prince." He had never called him that before, and it felt incredibly exhilarating to do so, having felt they had known each other long enough; lived through already so much in this short time, together. It just seemed right. Those mako-filled eyes stared up at him, longingly. A hunger was in his gaze. "Please, sir."

@audaciiae

[maramcna]

@audaciiae x

There was concern even with the words he had said. Ptolemy was injured and it was a frightening thing, even if Hephaestion was still joking around with his friend. "I think there is more to why Alexander adores me than just my humor." He could see the blood soaked bandage and took a closer step as the other man sat-- though it was more like he collapsed in the chair.

"You dare speak of my mother like that as you ask for my help?" Still, he helped Ptolemy back to his feet. "Put your weight on me, Ptolemy. You never should have gone far from the medic in this state, with how much you're bleeding. When Alexander gets his eyes on you, he'll agree with me."

[historiavn]

IF THE SCALDING PENNSYLVANIA SUMMER heat didn’t kill him, John Adams was certain that his immense FRUSTRATION with his colleagues in the Second Continental Congress would do the job just fine instead. This first ever week of sessions had accomplished absolutely NOTHING save for piddling and twiddling over the most INANE matters, thus ensuring that the response to the threats posed by the British became even more uncoordinated and chaotic than before. With each passing day, it seemed increasingly evident that his fellow congressmen were champions of LAZY INACTION — a realization which saw him departing the Pennsylvania State House in a rather IRRITATED fashion after a routine meeting.

  How dare they refer to him as OBNOXIOUS AND DISLIKED, when it was they themselves who sat around on their asses doing absolutely NOTHING all day?! Oh, it was infuriating!

Mr. Adams had worked himself up into such an emotionally zealous state of mind that he was robbed ENTIRELY of any semblance of situational awareness required for the journey back to his temporary residence, and blinded by his anger, he did not notice the personification of his country’s presence in his path until it was too late — and he’d erroneously collided with the boy head-on.

   “—good God!” John yelped as he stumbled backwards, his sudden exclamation drawing scandalized glances from nearby passerbys. Once he regained his footing, anxious blue eyes sought to examine the cause of his collision. “Pardon me, lad — are you alright?”

╰► @audaciiae LIKED FOR A STARTER.

TAROT CARDS PULLED FOR INSPIRATION:

SIX OF SWORDS (Rx): instability, lack of progress towards a goal, trouble on the horizon, feeling trapped.

TWO OF CUPS: deep relationships founded on mutual respect, loyalty, mutually shared beliefs.

SEVEN OF WANDS: standing your ground, courage, protection, facing pressure from others, politics, being on the defensive in a debate.

[melpomeneprose]

A belated happiest of birthday's to @audaciiae's 'sir blackguard' Conall!

[aequitaas]

❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜ from conall ehsjcjdja

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@audaciiae

Mythras felt his entire being tense up like a bowstring strung too tightly when he heard the other's words. It felt so out of nowhere that it hit him like a slap in the face, prompting his eyelids to flutter lightly as though he had been spun too suddenly and too quickly.

"That...That is such an egotistical thing to say..!" He sputtered in disbelief, staring at Conall with a purely startled expression. "To claim I desire you is absolutely absurd." Mythras scoffed.

Though it seemed he was avoiding looking at Conall entirely now, suspiciously enough.