#benediikta

[telmn-a]

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐎

@benediikta asked: there's no other way.

"𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 sated?" So brutal a question, but so genuine all the while. For who to know better the liberation she seeks out than the very man that raised her from perdition. A helping hand, once---now he is the ire in her eyes, the buffeting against her wings. She is a slipstream, o'tempestuous force. An unyielding whirlwind with a bite so unforgiving. He saw the potential in her, ambition-laden bones beneath the weight of desperation. But he knows more of what she seeks. Not to simply be safe, to have a place to return to. Above all else, Garuda's dominant wishes for freedom. Free of the shackles of duty && free from the bindings wrought of mortality. How fitting a fate that the eikon of wind makes a home in her bones. The furrow in his brow is one born not of irritation, but instead it comes from his wisher's heart. He wishes she'd break free of a crazed king, he wishes she'd set forth on those wings && fly away from her chains, he wishes... he wishes--- "There's always another way.. always 'as been. But yer no less scared today than back then." Oh, dreaming man---fingertips upholding the squall. How desperate you try to reach for the past, for what once was. For what could've been.

[telmn]

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝.

@benediikta asked: She's been at Cidolfus' bedside since Eva brought him to rest in this small recovery room. Though a caretaker she is not, Benedikta was insistent in watching over him and knew well enough certain methods from what seem to be part of past life now; before the Chief Intelligencer, even before Garuda stirred within her ribcage. But, there was only so much she could manage when sleep pulled at her demanding a necessary relief. She would meet it halfway, bringing in a pillow and pulling up a chair as a trifling solution. She holds that posture now as she settles near him. ❝ I suppose I should be relieved you still sleep. That way I cannot hear you say 'I told you so'. ❞ Melancholy smile twitches at the corner of her lips, somber furrow of her brow follows. She gazes upon him before resting her head against the cushion and reaches out to hold his hand, her thumb brushing along his knuckles. ❝ But I need you to wake up… ❞ comes the soft whisper, ❝ so I can tell you you were right and I see the smug look on your face that I loathe so much. ❞ An amused hum, but eyelids become too heavy to keep open and it isn't long before slumber finally seeks to claim her.

𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄. In his dreams, he is on a distant shore. In his dreams, there are no more battles to be waged. None go hungry, none lay idle in sickness; the pain && anguish && misery he has long since fought to ease doesn't exist. In his mind's eye, there is peace as best it may come to be. For he's no fool to believe that mankind is anything but callous && coarse to the bone. Where the sinew makes a home && slips across knuckles that bind in a knotted fist. Or the way jaws go tense at the sight of a bearer. Perhaps even the desperation of a man stripped of his freedom. In his dreams, she is free. Wings on the wind---no longer clipped && held beneath boot. No chains to bind her to the will of another && nothing to bloody her ledger. There's liberation in every aspect of his life that he holds so near && dear. Could she ever come to terms with the reality that he has wanted only the best for her since that fateful day? What of the pendant he bestowed to her those years ago? Or the way she looked upon him in pleading when he was stolen away by the ambition in his heart && the desire to be more than a pawn.. no longer the bootlicker for The Mad King. Lord Commander, no more. She is free. They are free. The world is of equal measure to good && bad. Balanced, as all things should be. Which could come as no surprise when the time comes that rest leaves him. He is no longer bound to a slumber that serves its purpose of tending to a mortal wound, unable to heal by the will an eikon. There is ache, resonating pain, && yet all the same there is gratefulness to be alive. Though Cidolfus was more than willing to die for his goals, give his life to the cause, the humanity in him longed to see the day that he might turn his head upon linens && see Benedikta there. Willfully present in the same space, tucked close && safe. He ignores the pain welling within him. Pushes through the stiffness so that fingertips might gingerly brush along the bridge of delicate nose. && he smiles.

[liightbringr]

𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐳: 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

@benediikta asked: ❝ why do i so often taste this sense of loss? ❞

"𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒, 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋." It's such a bitter truth on the tip of her tongue. Where their eyes follow the ridgeline && the impending storm therein. It builds && builds on the horizon, no doubt traversing this domain from the grand sea. But where its winds might fill the sails of ships, it does little in the way of progression for her company. If aught at all, it serves only to feed the ire of tempestuous she. But if any might know well the plight of the weary, it's Evangelique. A woman who came to this land with only a name && a language that none knew. Not even clothes on her back when she washed ashore in Waloed. She still distinctly remembers maternal touch that guided her to a warm bath && a meal thereafter. The woman was so gentle. Which is a trait that she reflects now in the way lithe touch rises to gingerly befall the space between Benedikta's shoulder blades. It is neither unsure or overly confident. The grace of touch is one that is calculated && systematically constructed---brought into this plain of existence && imposition so that it might be genuine. A wholeness within that surety residing midst wondrous blues. A momentary glance that is given to her company falters to the line roaring falls just beyond where they stood. "We learn much from loss. Most important of all, we learn just how strong we truly are. When the wolves are at our door, backs against the wall, what rises from that loss? You learn from your losses.. or you will be snuffed out." Her hand remains whilst her gaze looks to Benedikta now. "In spite of all you have endured, you still yet stand before me. The heart that beats in your chest. The wind in your lungs. The hum of the earth beneath your feet. In spite of your loss.. would you not count these as small victories? Never take for granted the life around you. Not when the wind knows you by name, dear Benna."

[holyguardian]

❝ only blood can pay for blood. ❞

ASOIAF: Sword of Storms starters.

Those were the words of a woman scorned. Words that, unfortunately, Aerith couldn't fully understand. She had never been so deeply wronged, never had to face the cold reality of a loved one paying a blood price.

"Is there truly no other way?" Perhaps she was a voice of naivety, childlike in these cruel Northern lands.

"If blood is the only price, how many lives will be enough? How many would you leave standing? Is the child to blame for the sins of their parents, or the servant for their master?... I don't think blood always has to be the answer."

[tripleflames]

alright here's what i got for drafts that i wanna reply to over the coming couple of days. @tsckcyomi (2, clive&joshua + dion&sleipnir), @phoenix-flamed (byron), @creatrix-mea (2, clive and jill), @secondflame (theo), @myrkt (dion), @benediikta (clive), @outlaws-legacy (byron), @bymargrace (byron)

[liightbringr]

*DYNAMICS TAGS. This is not all of Eva's dynamics, but those that are greatly developed. More will be added as I think of them.

a thief of heart that belongs in the sky of mine eyes ( balthier busana). famuran @famuran

you are the shadow my light casts; intertwined evermore ( barnabas tharmr). thcrmr @thcrmr

scorch my skin so i might commit your starlight to memory ( clive rosfield). defiante @defiante

i seek you out in the crowd and feel so at home in that touch ( tyrus henderson). mystiika @mystiika

a life that began under the weight of hellfire and second chances (rodney murdoch). dweomerr @dweomerr

fly high o kin of mine; a cage cannot hold you (benedikta harman). benediikta @benediikta

[liightbringr]

@benediikta it's true tho eva would beat the dog dookie outta kupka for funsies. for a corn chip, if you will.

[telmn]

#TELMN - - - - 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐖.

he came like a storm && rose like a swelling sea. arcs at his fingertips, beyond the tumultuous ash did he ride grand squall. to far horizons; into lands desperate for respite. they prayed for a hero && received an outlaw.

a canon divergent interpretation. independent & selective cidolfus telamon as portrayed by valkyrie. rules. main(s): @thcrmr , @benediikta , @defiante

[telmn-a]

#TELMN - - - - 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐖.

he came like a storm && rose like a swelling sea. arcs at his fingertips, beyond the tumultuous ash did he ride grand squall. to far horizons; into lands desperate for respite. they prayed for a hero && received an outlaw.

a canon divergent interpretation. independent & selective cidolfus telamon as portrayed by valkyrie. rules tbd (feel free to read from my main blog in the meantime). main(s): @thcrmr , @benediikta , @defiante

sideblog to @liightbringr