#Aestir

[irradiatedpathogen]

oc voice hcs that i posted to tt

[crechi]

tw; character death, angst, lovers(?) to enemies

custom neopronouns:[Lun, Lunar, Luns, Lunars, Lunself]

oneshot: time was sweet to us, today

aestir presses his blade further into ikoruu's neck, not hard enough to draw blood. he didn't anticipate lunar leaning into it, it made the crack inside his chest squeeze.

Lun deserved it. If not for luns betrayal, then as personal revenge. He needed this.

"I will carry your final words to your friends and relatives. Speak them to me."

Lun scoffed. "Really? Giving me the same speil as all the others? I would've thought I was more special~" Ikoruu rested luns head on aestir's blade, causing him to pull it away in disgust.

Lun almost fell over, but simply stumbled instead. Lun decided to roll with it, and converted lunself into resting position on luns stomach.

"Trying to get me to fall for you again, dear knight? I must have worth to you after all <3."

His face remained still, his blade steady and certain. Ikoruu scanned his eyes, searching for any of the emotions lun'd once seen in them. Lun only found spite.

Ikoruu couldn't even fool lunself into thinking he was doing this by a sense of duty. He would no doubt be trying to trick himself of the same, but lun knew that expression. Lun'd seen it countless times on the faces of others.

Lun guessed it didn't matter anyway. Luns head would be detached, soon, and lun didn't think these consolations would mean much after that.

Aestir spoke up again. "Will that be all for your last message?"

A few responses ran through luns head, trying to think of which would garner the best reaction. "Of course, dear <3." "You're still on that?" "Mmm.. I guess! Get to choppin'." "Do you remember the first time i had your sword pressed to my throat?"

Lun settled on one. Lun flipped over over onto luns back. "I've been ready for this since-" Lun stopped lunself.

The last thing lun'd ever say...

Ikoruu sighed. Lun knew what it was going to be. The thing lun hoped to tell him as the life slowly faded from both of them in old age. Luns favorite phrase.

Lun moved back into a criss-crossed position.

"No. That's not all..."

Lun looked into his eyes again. Lun wasn't searching for anything this time. His eyes were just too pretty to look at. Ikoruu wanted it to be the last thing lun'll ever see.

"I love you, Aestir."

His face only creased further. He scoffed and raised his sword, pushing the end against luns adam's apple.

"You dare to breathe a lie with your last breath? Do you have no concerns for your sins?"

Lie.

All lun could do was let the tears flow from luns eyes. Ikoruu didn't respond; Lun did want those to be the last things lun ever said.

Aestir recognized the reason for luns silence. It only fueled his fury. Lun truly did still love him.

His sword ascended, and in swift arch fueled by hatred, pain and mercy, he severed luns neck, a cut halfway deep.

Luns body fell limp. He crouched down to luns empty shell of a being. Luns eyes were unfocused, devoid of reaction or intention. A sight he'd steeled himself to by now, though he'd expected it to tug at his chest more.

He leaned down over luns face, and avoided luns eyes. He placed a kiss to luns still-warm lips.

he stood, sheathing his red-stained blade.

"I love you, too. Worthless pest."

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o7 pour one out for my planecrash of an enby Iko

lun went out the way lun lived, not giving a fuck until it kicks lunar in the ass

also, if you needed to replace the neopronouns with they/them or smth, don't feel bad. that's actually a really helpful strategy for learning the functions of each until it clicks :]

[chiimaera]

@rgerz​ asked: [ LAST ] : our muses share a bittersweet final kiss together, knowing it to be their last. 

THE GOD WAS SELFISH. he knew it to be true as did the nine realms. he was made of broken sharp parts, impossible to swallow even when shined and polished. he was the trickster, the destroyer, the lie-smith. monikers he had crafted for himself, feeding his boredom on those around him. he was chaos incarnate, a fire that had been set on the world the moment he took his first breath. the aestir knew it to be true, their contempt had been visceral. yet when his eyes met that of the soldier, the captain that had become his closest friend despite all he had done. truthfully he did not know what to do about the foreign feeling in his chest, the ember that seemed to burn more agonizing each moment that the other man was away. he did not know if it was love or just a passing fancy that had caught itself in the net of his self loathing. he liked the way the other man looked at him, like he could hang the moon and bring down the stars.  as he stared at the portal before him, the familiar glimmer promising pain and despair on the other side. if he did this task, he was free. that was his agreement with midgards government. no more shackles, no more babysitting, no more steve rogers breathing down his throat. that didnt stop him from stepping forward, taking the other mans chin one hand as he captured his lips. it wasnt like the others—it lacked the desperation, the possessiveness. it was soft and gentle, reverent in the way the god lingered before kissing him again as if to memorize his taste.  “ when i return you will be free of me, ” he whispered between them, pulling away. “ you return to your life as i return to mine. as it always meant to be. ” a smile curled itself to the tricksters lips. those who knew him could see that it lacked its usual sharpness—it was sad. lonely. his hand hands slid into the pockets of his trousers, taking another step back, then another, and another....