#aeberstolen

[absoludreams]

@aeberstolen ; ( cont. )

Curling up tighter in an (unsuccessful) attempt to stop trembling quite so much, Silver keeps his eyes open. The beast’s silhouette is still fresh in his mind, and he knows well that closing them will only give that shape more definition.

He remembers it all; it’s thin and angular limbs that are too long for it’s body, the dripping flesh that seems only half developed, it’s unblinking red eyes...

But most of all, he remembers it’s face. It’s... scarily human looking face.

He takes a breath.

“ Nnn... Please--... Please do. At least f--... for a little bit... ”

[eisenblade]

❝ ... Happy father's day, Big Guy. ❞ A single arm is briefly wrapped around the other's frame to deliver a few friendly pats. It's... An hilariously awkward attempt of a hug, but it's not like anyone will believe Olberic if he tried to recount this to the others anyway.

Father’s Day Shit That I’m Living For. / ( acc. ) / @aeberstolen​

Brand would have given an awkward nod in response, this much Olberic knows.

… But despite that he was once them, despite their similarities, Olberic is different. The years have changed him from who Brand once was.

So, unlike Brand, Olberic returns the hug before Therion - Aeber - can move away. It’s the kind of hug that engulfs the other. A caring, gentle, patient one.

“ … Thank you. ”

[apothequery-blog]

aeberstolen replied to your post

HOLDS YOU!! we missed you ;v;

// HI I’VE MISSED EVERYONE TOO!!! I’m alive!! I’m well!! I’m here to hopefully write again!!! 

[inspiritingplums]

@aeberstolen 

“Where is my boy? Show yourself!!”

[crystarchived]

🎰 slaps this here for both therion and tiz!!

roulette. / ( acc. ) / @aeberstolen

therion

cyrus. ……………. I’M PRETTY SURE THIS WOULD END IN BLOODSHED. i’m not sure which of them would be more likely to, but Only One Will Survive.

lianna. hgfhdg i can’t exactly. say that lianna would have a very high opinion on a thief, but she’s also just kinda sitting there like ‘………. my sister seems to trust you so i guess i’ll… i guess you’re alright.’ let it be known she’s Watchin him, though

jackal. i could easily see them either hating each others guts or they become partners in crime……. or.. they transition from hatred to basically brothers. either way, jackal likes to boast that he learned godspeed strike first hghfduighdfug

ringabel. RINGABEL.. OH MY GODS. ringabel would likely frustrate therion To No End…… but if therion was to see ringabel’s.. less extravagant side, he might warm up to him a bit. ……….. a Bit. idk, they can bond over their awful childhoods at those points hgfdhu

therion. pw therion vc: ah. there he is. a Bastard.

tiz

hope. HOPE!! LOVES!! HER!! DAD!!! she loves her dad so much……………… She gets. kind of emotional when she thinks too much about.. the tiz from her world, but she tries her best to keep it a secret, and just tries to cherish every moment she gets with her parents since becoming a planeswarden…….. i love They..

therion. OH BOY………………… they Do Not Like Each Other Despite their uh. their Thing with cliffs. and specifically falling off them. oh my gods. tiz just Does Not Like Thieves and therion just Does Not Like People Like Tiz. it’s a disaster.

deneb. deneb is!! a friend! ................. i think!! i hope. i’m still convinced she’s a planeswarden. she might even be the ‘vice president’ that ringabel was talking to after the b2nd credits?? idk.. i’m barely getting anywhere in bravely archive......... stares into the distance b3rd Blease.

lianna. aaaa??? i think!! lianna and tiz would get along!! they both just…….. really want to help people. granted, for fairly different reasons, but Still. …… shit wait would wispermill remind tiz of norende…. heck.

yōko. gods you know.. sometimes i think about how yōko’s comment to tiz in geyser grotto might affect tiz once he remembers caldisla and specifically how guilty he felt when he realised that he had forgotten til’s face until then. i think about it a Lot. i’m pretty sure it’s grounds for tiz to really……………………… really dislike yōko.

[letten-us-hunt]

♃

MAKE MY MUSE BLUSH♃ Your muse does something dumb and mine feels second-hand embarrassment.

Oh, Draefendi, give her strength. Please, please, give her strength not to walk over there and punch Therion- Aeber- no, Therion- She could not tell anymore, which was him and which was not. Perhaps they were both him.But either way, he was drunk out of his mind.There he was, stumbling over everything in his way, and gods, he was a mess. Everything he did, everything he said- nothing but a mess. She had slowly been moving towards the opposite end of the tavern for the better part of an hour, and he still wasn’t done.She supposed it made sense, given the struggles and pains of godhood (but not quite godhood), to try his best to wash the taste of a thousand lives off of his tongue.And yet…H’aanit reddened farther and combed a hand through the end of her braid in a futile attempt to draw her attention away from the disaster that was Therion.“Letten us hope he dost not finde himself in too much trouble this time…”

[storiesoforsterra]

Therion vc: Why must I see that my nickname is mouse again???

@aeberstolen

[shieldingfaith]

aeberstolen replied to your post: �� I am honestly having too much fun with these so...

therion, fully embracing the teasing: I fear my preference for control might make us incompatible, but I admit it sounds like a fun time.

“Don’t be so sure. I’ve had plenty of clients who crave control and authority in bed. I’m very adaptive to that.”

[sgathir-blog]

@aeberstolen

          “--Say,” She held up a hand to stop the thief, eyeing pointedly the dagger that peeked out from under his purple poncho, “Can I convince you to trade that dagger for something better?” 

[hotspicedlatte]

“i’ve wanted this for a long time.” [ You Know Who ]

@aeberstolen || you what.

Cordelia’s focus comes back to her all at once. She had been lost in a delighted haze before, but the murmur in to the crook of her neck while Therion kneads his hands over her chest(which feels amazing) brings her back to reality.

Granted, it’s still hard to speak. He has her pressed against her study desk and his lips, his teeth, his tongue are wreaking havoc on her neck and her collarbone. She has to use one hand to brace herself upright, but the other is working clumsily at the ties on Therion’s shirt. He’s already gotten her half undressed but all he’s removed is his cloak and scarf and it’s not fair.

“...I didn’t know,” is finally her quiet answer when he gives her a moment of reprieve to kiss tenderly at her jaw instead. She didn’t know. Flustering Therion was easy for her. He always reacted in such a way to sweet words or genuine praise, even from his other friends.

Until recently she has never noticed his lingering fingers when they touch or his eyes following her every move when her back is turned. Now with one of her legs rubbing between his thighs(oh, how his breath shudders) she’s caught on that he’s properly attracted to her. 

But that he’s wanted her for a long time is the last thing she expected to hear from Therion, especially in the midst of undressing each other in her study.

He finally removes his shirt and lets her hands roam. The scars are many and severe on him, and Cordelia traces her fingers firmly over each one- from his chest, to his abdomen. Arms to hands.

He presses an openmouthed kiss upon her, tongue sliding across her lips until she has the mind to reciprocate. All too suddenly she is, essentially, lying down across her workspace and trailing her hands all over his back while he hikes her skirt.

“Spread your legs,” He husks in her ear, “And I’ll prove it to you.”

[asmodeusfunkhouse]

“say my name.” [ FOR...... ophilia........ ]

meme. / @aeberstolen

Ophilia’s grip tightens around his shoulders as the request is whispered into her ear.

She wants to. Oh, how she wants to. Alas, for the time being she is breathless. Rendered so by Therion’s own hand. Every new touch brings a wave of warmth to her core. Every touch a feather. From his hands, from his lips, everything. In an attempt to give the contact more physicality, to feel less like simply the ghost of another being, she leans into it. Sometimes it is more successful than others. He likes to wander, after all.

Perhaps it is rather fitting for the thief to be so demanding, so wanting.

“ Thh… erion, ” finally, she has found her voice again, somewhat. 

Ophilia brings her hands down to his forearms. And when Therion glances upwards to her, Ophilia manages to steal a kiss of her own.

She smiles, soft as always. “ Therion, ” she mutters in this moment she has to catch her breath. “ Therion… I’ll say it as many times as you want. You… will say mine too, won’t you? ”

[eisenblade]

honestly????? I could see you writing a lot of dragon age muses but cassandra penthagast would be right up your alley I think

muse suggestions. / ( acc. )

i don’t know anything about dragon age but i Love?? Her??

[apothequery-blog]

“ i can never do anything right, can I? ” (dohter, and a dying aeber)

☀╎         “AEBER, YOU MUSTN’T SAY such things..!”

The fight raged on around them- magic swirling over head, the crash of Brand’s thunder echoing through the heavens, Draefendi pulled back her arrow just within eyeshot, exploding into a beastly form as it left her bow string. Dohter cared not for the thrill of the fight; his magic was not in the heart of harming, his plant creations would do them no good. 

He stood back instead, healing his companions when they needed it, providing his aid to their fight. And from this vantage point, he saw Aeber. A blur on the field. Bathed in shadows like Sealticge had been. But even then, even he was not strong enough, not swift enough, not lucky enough to miss the sweep of Galdera’s rusted claws. 

A grapple of vines, hardened from deep within the earth, shot up to catch the prince of thieves, bringing him directly to Dohter’s bare feet.

          “If there was even a time not to doubt yourself- it is now.” He murmured, ethereal voice thrumming with magic even over the sound of battle as he took the thief God’s face between his glowing hands, “This, this cannot be your end, Aeber. You must fight until the end, with us! You... You will be fine. You will prove yourself still! You must, or... Or... I... I will never forgive you...” 

Though Aeber had stolen from them, cheated them, though there were hard feelings between he and other Gods... He deserved to survive. Dohter thought as much with a tear streaked face, channeling bits and pieces of his life force to his finger tips; willing the celestial body of their fallen companion to mend, to survive, to fight on even if it meant the end of one Godly life for another.

[inspiritingplums]

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

@aeberstolen || touch starved!! feat. cordelia

Cordelia pauses in preparing the next bandage. He’s shown up covered in cuts and bruises and bumps- again- and for once she’s managed to sit him still enough to take a look at him before he can get half sick on healing grapes instead.

She furrows her brow. What could he mean? Surely his other friends have bandaged his cuts before, she knows Alfyn is an apothecary.

But then she realizes what specifically Therion is referencing. After applying a plaster to his cheek she had kissed her hand and then pressed it against the small bandage like a silly charm. Something her mother had done when she was small.

A hint of pink in her cheeks, she busies herself with the work again. “Twenty-something years old and never had a scrape kisses better? Therion, that’s...”

Actually, it’s very sad. Her eyes go terribly soft as she looks at him again, rugged and scarred and still touching his own cheek in what seems to be confusion.

She reaches up, and softly ruffles his hair and pats his head. “You deserve softer touches than you’ve been given,” she states gently.

[crystarchived]

aeberstolen replied to your post: �� slaps this here for both therion and tiz!!

please……. imagine aeber!therion watching over your dumbass thief son sdnfjskdnj him and jackal would make Quite A Duo

jackal vc: aha I invented godspeed strike first aeber, the prince of thieves: ……… right.

i never realised how much i needed tag team thieves until now.......................................

[absoludreams]

aeber, softly but with emotion: 💙

hearts. / ( acc. ) / @aeberstolen

💙 - kinship ( symbolic familial bond )

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!! Y E A H!!!!!!!!!!!!

who would’ve thought that silver would get adopted by a thief. the so-called prince of thieves, no less…  it’s Real Good Content. silver can melt the heart of even someone as reserved as aeber/therion……. yell heah

(also, if silver had a reincarnation version of his octopath verse, he’d probably be balogar or steorra?? probably balogar or steorra. i feel like starseer technically fits him more b/c i see steorra as…… the deity of prophecy, future, and space and such, but………………….. The Runeblade Aesthetic™)