#eterna.

[agrcn]

closed starter for @princemordecai location: eterna note: uwu

If someone were to tell Agron years ago that he would be here with Leander, he probably would've told them to fuck off. But here they were. They had fought together, trained together. Now they were bonded by this whole thrall thing and he was second-guessing everything. Not that that really had anything to do with Leander personally though. It had everything to do with the fact that he didn't want it to look like he was fucking his way to the top. Agron didn't really care what people thought about him when it came to most things, but he did when it came to something like that. After he had worked his ass off to even become a Blademaster, it had felt like he took several steps backwards when Valerius had turned him. After that whole debacle, it felt like he was somewhat moving in the right direction. He was a Queensguard. He mattered to these people. He mattered to the Lysaran throne. Nothing could take that away from him. That didn't mean the thoughts weren't still there though.

That was what brought him to his current position at the foot of this bed that he felt he wasn't supposed to be in. The hilt of his sword was gripped within his hand, the heron mark the only thing he was focused on. This was the one thing that couldn't be taken from him. He wouldn't let it. His head turned slightly towards where Leander was as he cleared his throat, but his gaze was still on the heron mark. "Have I ever told you how I got this?"

[emissaradia]

closed starter for @kajalx location: eterna note: EXILED post masquerade

As Aradia picked something out of her teeth, she wandered the stalls of Eterna. She wasn't usually making her presence known in this place simply because she knew it would only stir up bad memories. Yet here she was. After that party, she felt like she needed a breath of fresh air to see the Lysara outside of those horrid nobles. All of that was really her sister's scene and not hers. She was always the kind of person that was going to go to a party without knowing the dress code. Or she was going to wear the wrong thing in general. Not on purpose. What could she say? She just wasn't like other girls. Ugh, she hated that saying. Anyway, she bit down into her sandwich again and caught sight of a very familiar twink. "Well, well. Look who it is." She chewed and swallowed before speaking again. "Who knew you were so talented on the dance floor."

[afshinxeldar]

closed starter for @etienneulven location: eterna note: WHERE'S GOOSE

It had been quite some time since he had seen this guy and normally Afshin would have considered that a good thing. Why would he ever care about some guy he barely knew and had had a conversation with once? No, the reason he was here was simple. Goose. That dog had been a nice little distraction from what had been happening at Nornwatch and Afshin could only really thank the dog. Not the guy though. Etienne was someone he couldn't really care less about, but he'd always have time for Goose. He guessed that meant he would have to learn to get along with the boy, too. "Well, look who it is." He looked around. "Where's your lovely companion?"

[prcspero]

closed starter for @alessiathepath location: outside the tower note: :pleadingemoji:

Disappointment. That was what he felt that he was. Saving someone didn’t warrant them putting aside every time he had let them down. This felt like another one of those situations. He couldn’t make it to them in time and now he had to deal with the fact that he just hadn’t been there. He hadn’t been able to be at their side like he wanted to be. It was fear that ruled him when he thought about it. Prospero had been scared. If everything that had happened at Hestia’s Cove told him anything, it was that the Dark One did not like when those whose souls were his chose to fight against him. Maybe Prospero should have kept fighting though. Then people like Alrik and Alessia wouldn’t feel like they were just alone. If he wasn’t a drunk, maybe things wouldn’t have even happened the way they did at Nornwatch.

Thinking about that wouldn’t change anything though. All he needed now was to know that they had survived and that they were okay. He guessed the latter was subjective. Nevertheless, that was what brought him to the Tower. He’d hoped he would run into Alessia there. Thankfully, he had. A sigh of relief had fell from his lips just from seeing a glimpse of her. After he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. There was a brief pause as he debated actually going up to her now, but the worst that could happen if he did was that she would tell him to leave. Still, he moved to walk towards her regardless. “Alessia?”

[agrcn]

closed starter for @princemordecai location: tower of olympia note: wink wonk

The room was empty save for the two of them. A good thing given that Agron was not often himself around the prince. They weren't here for an exchange though. The strigoi had invited Leander there because the two of them seemed to both be interested in this gladiator arena thing. Agron had only ever attended if Queen Arethusa attended, but really he didn't do much outside of that. Maybe the fights were all entertaining. He just wasn't ever going to go on his own to this sort of thing. Now that he was participating in it, he felt like it was somewhat hypocritical of him to be there. He was a Blademaster though. This felt like he was supposed to do this. Or maybe he just wanted to get into some sort of competition. He may not have gone out much, but he certainly was always interested in a fight that could yield more recognition. As if he didn't have enough.

He had been testing the weight of one of these practice swords when he heard those telltale footsteps. Honestly, he more so smelled Leander's scent before he even saw the witch. I was one he was all too familiar with. Anyway, that wasn't the point of this. Sparring. That was the point. He pointed the sword towards Leander and kicked the other one he had grabbed towards the prince. "Let's see what you're made of."

[emissaradia]

closed starter for @robinxofxstars location: eterna somewhere note: uwu

The fact that she was actually able to make it out of her home and onto the streets of Eterna was a miracle. Her body felt like it was deteriorating and she didn't know how she was supposed to fix it. For all she learned at the Tower, they had never really told them how to deal with such a thing if it happened. They were only ever told not to let it happen. Or at least Aradia was. She had made it to the docks in one piece though. That was more than she had expected she would be able to do. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she had sat down, but it had been quite some time. There had been several footfalls she'd heard, but it all sounded like white noise. A moment passed. Then another. And another. "How you have fallen, Aradia." Could she say she didn't deserve this though? It seemed that the ones that were now in this situation were the ones that had done the worst. Murderers, the both of them. They were far more deserving of this than the others. She looked towards the sky and then turned her head a few times to look at the people milling about around her. That was until they stopped on a familiar face. "Well, you're a sight for very sore eyes."

[afshinxeldar]

closed starter for @adrianvoll location: eterna note: :fuckboi:

It had been quite some time since Eldar had seen the other man. Honestly, he never really had any intention of seeing people he had laid with once upon a time ever again. It was pretty easy for him to do such a thing. Afshin could take over and they would be none the wiser that he was around. It certainly helped with not having to think about how he had basically dined and dashed several times over. For lack of better phrasing of course. The only person that had ever really been worth his time was Thora and she barely liked to give him even a second of thought in that regard. As far as he was aware of course. But he had needs like everyone else. Was he supposed to just suffer in silence? Absolutely not. Adrian was just a means to an end really. Probably always would be, but he could still talk to the man. That was easy for Eldar to do even if he couldn't tell a lie. He knew his way around words though. "And here I thought you'd never be seen again. Found someone else to sell your shit to?"

[agrcn]

This was clearly going nowhere and that was as good enough sign as any for Agron to take his leave. Having these little conversations with Fharzai were more trouble than they were worth. He didn't need to listen to someone tell him he wasn't worth shit. He'd heard it enough from people within this very Tower all those years ago when he was younger. Someone that was supposed to be his peer didn't need to beat him over the head with it, too. Respect given was respect earned. Clearly, the other had no respect for him so he wasn't going to give any back. It was fine though. He didn't need to have Fharzai's warped view of things to give himself validation. His status was what gave him that. It wasn't everything, but it was all he had.

So he wouldn't give Fharzai any further response. It was a waste of his time. Instead of going back and forth, he simply nodded his head and walked away. If it was an argument that was wanted, he wasn't going to give it. Nor was he going to stand here and be strongarmed by some man he could probably fold five times over.

END.

Even when he was in a good mood Fharzai struggled to maintain the same level of detached civility with Agron he extended towards every other Lysaran citizen. There would simply be no common ground found between them, save for the continuation of house Mordecai. At least so long as the signs dictated they were the best for the Tower and Lysara as a whole. "Perhaps don't say things that elicit mockery then."

Fharzai typically didn't express such clear, direct feelings towards any individual, but Agron was an exception. He put no stock in the queensguard comfort or preferences, and the only solution to their lengthy, tenuous relationship would be for him to leave because he was the interloper. Fharzai was a member of the queen's court first. "I've been seeing graves a lot in my dreams," he responds as he furiously collects his card and goes back to his herb mixing, opting to remain cryptic seemingly out of spite. "They portend graves we'll soon have to dig here. I shall keep an eye out for any signs that yours is next."

[prcspero]

closed starter for @vuldak-juneau location: mercury's bazaar note: she's RICH

The last time he'd been in a bazaar, he'd had his shit jacked and knocked the fuck out. Knuckles probably still hated him for not bringing anything back and Prospero had been trying to wrap his head around if he cared or not. He probably should have given how devious those little children were. They'd probably find him here and try to steal from him again. His gaze flitted around the area to make sure nobody was indeed trying to, once again, jack his shit. So far, so good, it looked like. One could never be sure though. Once he was done observing the place, he turned his head to look at Juneau. "Did you get robbed in Hestia's Cove, too?" Probably not. She was tiny and looked like she was going to bite someone at any given moment. Also, she did not seem as paranoid as he was right now. Lucky. "Better question, did you hear about a Knuckles, too?"

[therwriter]

Civilight Eterna: Just to be clear, I am not Theresa. Categorically. Like at all. She's dead and gone. Never coming back. Ever. Never ever. Have I mentioned I'm not Theresa?

Also Civilight Eterna: Oh boy I love being back on the landship, so many memories. My memories, specifically. Ah, my old racing chair. Hmm, still not fixed that door eh? I remember spending all day on that, when I, as in me, was here. Myself.

Kal'tsit, white-knuckling the desk: please

[amiya-shirou]

Fucked up how now in Rhodes Island there are a Doctor with no memories but who is still the Doctor and a Theresa with all her memories but who is not Theresa

[afshinxeldar]

If there was one thing Afshin never liked to think about, it was that he would lose Torsten far faster than the witcher could ever lose him. Maybe that was why he acted so...crazy all the time. Every day felt like it would be their last because it very well could be. Witchers didn't live that long. What if it took them a longer time than anticipated to get their home back? How would that play into their relationship? Afshin didn't want to think about the fact that he would have to just live his life after as if Torsten hadn't wormed his way into his heart. It was so frustrating that he didn't even want to think about it. He never did. And he was always surprised that his Kingsguard even wanted to be here in the first place. It was a constant thought in his head.

Everything about the prince should have made Torsten pull away. Yet he didn't. Afshin would always be thankful for that. It sometimes felt like the only thing keeping him together right now were the few words that his Kingsguard would say to him in the privacy of their room. Their room. That even sounded insane to think about. Afshin let his arms wrap around the other's midsection, head firmly pressed into the witcher's chest. They were very nice pillows after all.

After a moment, he lifted his head to look up at Torsten. Then his lips moved to plant a kiss on the other's jawline. It was really so embarrassing and detrimental to the brand how he was when Torsten was around. He'd probably do the same if others were in their presence just to show them that the witcher was all his, but moments where it was just them made it better. Sometimes he didn't want to break the silence, but that just wasn't in Afshin's nature. He didn't break eye contact as he spoke again. "I don't think I could have done this without you. So don't...just don't scare me like you did before in the Wastelands or the Lostlands. You have to stay with me. You have to."

An apology from Afshin was generally more than Torsten ever got, at times, it was difficult for the witcher to keep pace with Afshin's mood swings. Slights seemed to come out of nowhere and Torsten was in a constant state of dodging movements that Afshin could take personally. If nothing else, it served to keep things interesting. Other times Torsten just let Afshin tucker himself out, or he'd kiss him and then that usually put an end to the diatribe of judgemental negativity. If Torsten's choose me speech hadn't worked then he was just gonna default to that and hope for the best.

Pressure like what Afshin was under would crack anyone in half. At some point, if Afshin truly wished to succeed, he'd have to learn to put this on more than himself. Orhan was not great alone, there were a hundred unseen hands that chose to lift the High King up - Ormir among them.

Torsten wrapped his arms around Afshin and pulled the other against his chest as the water continued to pool on the ground beneath them. He was not an apt wordsmith, as the prince had stated, that was his domain. But Torsten had sworn himself to more than Afshin's service, but to his side as well, and the other's bed. Their fate, just as their history, was intertwined. Torsten held the other's slight frame against his own before his chin came to rest on the top of Afshin's head. He took in the smell of his lover's hair, then sighed in a long drawn-out fashion against the nest of curls atop Afshin's head. It would be this for as long as it could be this, and then the Kingsguard would be no more.

[agrcn]

closed starter for @kunokye location: tower of olympia note: uwu

The battle had been lost. Aventia had been lost. Agron wasn't going to sit and sulk about that though. There wasn't much he could do about the situation so mulling it over in his head wasn't going to help. He'd already had a few guild members and one specific witch asking if they had done anything wrong. What was he ever supposed to say to that? He probably could have done a lot different himself, but it wasn't going to change the fact that Aventia was lost. Just like Iskaldrik had been. All he knew now was that he needed to make sure the same did not happen to Eterna.

"You survived." He spoke as he came upon Kuno in the Tower. Agron would never admit to it aloud, but he had been concerned that the kid wouldn't be able to survive. He was glad to see that his concern had been misplaced. "I should pat myself on the back."

[afshinxeldar]

closed starter for @witchertorsten location: their lil room uwu note: not so uwu tho

Remorse towards a place where a woman who couldn't shut up came from did not exist. He'd never understand why Torsten went and he'd also never understand why Eldar did either. As much as he didn't care what happened to any place that wasn't Iskaldrik, he had been concerned about both of them. If something had happened to Torsten while he was there, then what? If something had happened to Eldar? Well, he wouldn't be there right now to even be having a conversation with the other part of his soul right now. Afshin never had these conversations when Torsten was around because he already knew how his Kingsguard felt about the elvhen. There was also the fact that he was fully concerned about Eldar's intentions if he didn't keep the guy in check. If that was even possible. Torsten could obviously defend himself though so he wasn't even sure why he was thinking about that right now.

"Can you just fuck off for two seconds? I can't even look in a mirror without you bothering me."

"Bothering you? I'm protecting you, Afshin. You'd do well to remember that. If you don't survive, I don't survive."

"Thank you for your love and care, asshole."

He moved to turn the mirror around so that he couldn't see the reflection anymore. Then he moved towards another one to flip it around. Once all of them were sufficiently not facing him, his hand dragged down his face. It was almost like he could still heard the elvhen in his head, but it was quiet. He preferred quiet right now. Moving to sit down on the bed, he let his head fall into his hands, eyes closing. "This place is a prison." That could've meant a plethora of things, but right now it felt like he was just talking about himself. A damn changeling sharing a soul with someone like Eldar.

[prcspero]

closed starter for @lotharx location: brewed awakening (eterna) note: uwu

To say he needed a drink would have been an understatement. With everything that had happened in Hestia's Cove, he was...well, he was concerned. As much as he didn't want to care about his standing with the Dark One, he was absolutely positive that he needed to care. How was he to explain why they had been attacking him incessantly the entire time they were there? Prospero could lie his way out of it. He could say it was just because he was so damn charming and even darkspawn were interesting in him. That seemed unbelievable even to his own ears. Whatever. What did it even matter honestly? The whole ordeal was done with and now he could just deal with the fallout. Unfortunately. The point was that he was going to drink until he couldn't stand anymore. That felt like the best way to deal with this whole thing, didn't it? The only thing that made it not so sad was that he had indeed invited Lothar.

He'd told the big guy that he could drink him under the table and that was what he intended to do right now. It was easier to mask the real reason behind some competition. Then again, knowing how Lothar had been every time they spoke, he'd be able to peel back that curtain far too easily for Prospero's liking. Nevertheless, a drink was passed his way as he waited for said company to actually show up. He downed the drink and then spoke to the person next to him. "You know, Iskarans make great mead. The stuff here feels like it doesn't hold a candle." He furrowed his brows as he looked down at the empty mug. "This stuff is pretty good though. Have you thought about going into the mead-making business in Iskaldrik?" Well, when the place was actually back up and running of course. Whenever that was. "Do you even like Iskarans?" He'd been drinking all day. Maybe he needed to shut up so the bartender didn't spit in his next drink.

[afshinxeldar]

"I guess you've just never met an Iskaran like me," was all he said in response. It wasn't like Eldar could lie even if he wanted to. Yet it felt so easy to do such a thing. If you believed a lie enough, it became the truth. This wasn't that though. This was merely just a situation of the truth one heard was not always the truth that was being said. "A stencil? I can do that myself," he stated as he got up from his seat. "Maybe next time then, yeah?" Then he'd stop fucking around and get something worthwhile.

Rowan sat up in his chair and raised his eyebrows at the other man, his elbows on his knees. "I've done this to many Iskarans, nobody's ever been as tough as you." He's more curious and amused though than angry, such an emotion was kind of rare for him. "Most I'm gonna be able to do is lay down the stencil, my guy." And maybe color it in with some markers or something, like he'd do if he were giving a tattoo to a little kid. If he were a witch he'd just paint some runes on this guy and call it a day.