#frozenstrength : liaxee

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“Anything that was built must surrender to entropy.” liaxee

Mythgard Sentence Starters - Red

He gave an uncharacteristically small, uncharacteristically quiet, and uncharacteristically sad sigh. They were right, of course, and he knew that--he may have known that better than most, if he were being honest--but that didn't mean he had to like it or pretend to like it. That may have been one of the reasons he adored what he found whole; the knowledge that said wholeness was a temporary state and the desire to appreciate it for as long as possible.

He hated the inevitable march of time as much as most people did.

"Sey," he said eventually, keeping that uncharacteristic quiet. "It is always sad," That sigh was still settled on his words, though the uncharacteristic quiet faded as he spoke again. "but from the ashes, new things rise! It is worth celebrating." A beaming smile has split across his lips, hidden somewhat by his facial hair but lighting up his entire face regardless.

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His own smile still refused to waver, growing larger as if to spite the universe and everything that could try to dampen his joy. His joy at being able to compliment those he cared for, those he chose to share this life with, because he did. He chose to share his life with his friends, he chose to welcome them with open arms and make their happiness--or lack of--his problem. It was another thing he was sentimental about; that ability to share with those he chose and gathered and would fight or die for.

Atieno was in that list, among the people he'd known for so long. Maybe one day they would all meet. A small part of him hoped not; he didn't think he would survive their joint teasing or jokes at his expense.

As they reached for his face, his confusion came until their voice sounded again. That blush got a little more obvious and he shrugged carefully and casually, trying not to jostle them too much.

"If you want to, sey." He couldn't imagine why they would, but he wasn't going to stop them. It was that trust, again. That trust that he was now certain, entirely and absolutely, would one day kill him. Not today, though. Not here. Today, here, was only warmth and sentimentality and a desire to remember this. A desire to add it to the stories already in his memories, to hold onto this like he was holding onto them.

Atieno finds themself feeling incredibly warm at Liaxee's admission. "..Thanks, it means a lot to hear you say that." There's something so warm about this moment that still feels a little peculiar to them, as if they are struggling to find the right terms that even apply to this situation.

Maybe they'll figure it out, maybe they won't.

In the meantime, they are just deeply grateful that Liaxee is so 'easy' to convince. That he even seems to actively dread the possibility of anything otherwise.

They loved seeing that bit of pink on his face, between that and his uncharacteristic quiet is enough for Atieno to deeply want to caress the sides of his face just so. They seem to reach for it briefly carefully....

"May I? " They would much rather not cross lines, although it was all starting to feel quite pleasantly blurry in their head at this moment.

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“Talking to you makes me feel like I’m under a spell.” - liaxee, just because

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"Ah!" There was a sense of knowing enthusiasm and also amusement about him before he continued speaking, somewhere between 'about to give them the best joke in the world' and 'I fully understand what you mean'. "Is it because I'm..." He paused to find the right word in English, though also let out an uncharacteristically soft chuckle. "enchanting?"

A terrible joke, but one that made him laugh to himself quietly, clearly too entertained.

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I don't want to be alone tonight." - liaxee

send me “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” for my muse’s reaction to yours saying that to mine.

There was a momentary pause as Liaxee looked over to them, an unusual calm about him. He wasn't the sort of person to abandon any friend, and that wasn't changing now, so he gave a nod. "You do not have to be alone. I am always here."

Maybe he gave reassurances like this too easy, too quickly, without a thought nor care about what may happen, but it was worth it. It would always be worth it. No matter what may come, it was worth it.

"You do not have to tell me why," he said with that warm gentleness that he was slowly perfecting, "but I will listen."

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Good boy - liaxee [idk why they decided to do this but. lmao]

Send me “Good boy/girl” for my muse’s reaction to your muse saying that to them!

There was a small smile and uncharacteristically quiet chuckle as Liaxee ignored the very slight, pink tint to his cheeks; being told 'good boy' was significantly different than being told 'good man', and one he was far more used to.

"I'm glad you think so!" he boomed, grin replacing the smile as he clapped a hand onto their shoulder. "You know, you're not the first to say it." He threw in a wink, because this man lacked only two things: volume control and shame.

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He was nodding as he said, "sey!" There was a moment of hesitance as he decided whether to continue or not, but even as a child he'd struggled to shut up, so him continuing was inevitable. "I know his reasons," he began, his voice settled into a kind, warm tone, "but it is too fun to tease him." He chuckled with a hint of mischief in the sound and a glint in his eye; Liaxee had truly never been one to deny himself even the smallest of joys, even if it made his friends sigh and roll their eyes, and sharing with someone who didn't know his other friends? Even better!

The laugh was back again with the comment, though he suddenly looked overly concerned--with his brows furrowing ino a deep frown, his lips pursing in thought, and the man taking a moment to rub at his bearded chin--and gave a small noise. "Will I regret this?" he asked jokingly, grin reappearing almost as soon as he stopped talking. As if he could regret anything when it came to his friends. It was a ridiculous thought, but ridiculous enough that it made for a good joke.

"It is?" He paused. "I… have not tried." He didn't know enough about humans, as a whole, to ever even tthink of teasing them about their inconsistent implications. His discomfort with the very idea revealed itself in the way he shifted just slightly, trying to ease that discomfort. Despite it, the idea seemed obvious now, even if he didn't know any humans he could tease. Maybe that was the reason for the discomfort.

"They do not get angry?" Now, his concern was genuine and real with a more subtle frown and an air of worry about him; he didn't enjoy bothering others with his comments. Making his friends sigh and roll their eyes was one thing, being a genuine hassle was quite another and not something he enjoyed.

"Ah, makes sense. Those in particular roles and professions can get especially touchy about what is said in teasing to others. I can't really blame them for being more careful about it." Still, Atieno definitely finds it amusing to see his large grin appearing on his face.

"Not as fun though? Heh, I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind." Might have to bring out again sometime, just because they could.

Liaxee being confused by humans is enough for Atieno to give an understanding nod. "Yeah, humans can be tricky for sure. And there's a lot of implication they have - and that's not even consistent among human cultures so there's all kinds of misreadings happening as a result of that. It's kind of fun to tease them about their implications though, it's quite entertaining at times."

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( continued from here with @historiesandmemories )

"I am friends with the person that drank and laughed with me," he said, being certain to pronounce every word in English; it would be too easy for him to speak Verirmor, to skip out on 'a' and 'the' like he usually did but she needed to understand. Instead of the calm that he hoped to portray, he just sounded defeated, head filled with thoughts but not about her murdering--he knew stories from the library that was now a strewn mess of pages and ink and from her own mouth--but about how easily she could go back on her word.

"That person is not in front of me." He make sure to keep his eyes on her, not like a disappointed father, but like a fellow soldier who had seen the worst, the desperation that drove people, friends dying or injured or too full of despair to keep up the fight, and had to see more.

He gestured to the room they'd just left. "You did not need to do that," he said, determined to keep his voice quieter and level, because Renrait didn't need even more reasons to argue and bicker with her and they all needed whatever unity they could get, even if it would make him feel better to raise his voice. "Your siblings find out that you killed him. What do they do to us, Famine?"

Her name felt strange in his mouth; the shapes were so different from the warmth of 'Eminfam', always said with a fond chuckle and a joyful glint in his eyes. It felt too cold, too impersonal to be in reference to his friend who he admired. He felt too cold, too impersonal, trying to mentally fit the Famine who willfully killed someone who was helping them--even if he maybe hadn’t wanted to--with the Famine who he’d laughed with and told stories to only days before.

"You are fighting over your past. We are fighting over our present and future,” he said. “When this is over, you go home, yes? You leave?" He paused to give her a moment to consider the answer to that. "Where do we go?”

“When Latri, the..." He paused and forced out an breath in anger, fighting the urge to spit out some Verirmor insult that would never be harsh enough to describe her. "When she takes more from the innocent because of that--" he pointed at the door again, never looking away from her, "--tell them it was worth it. When you leave, tell them everything they had of those lost was a fair price."

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“You look like you could use a hand.” - liaxee

SEND ONE IF WE HAVEN’T INTERACTED ( OR EVEN IF WE HAVE THE MORE THE MERRIER)

With a, relatively for Liaxee, quiet 'hm?' of confusion, the man turned and immediately started beaming at the appearance of this stranger. His arms were thrown wide in welcoming.

"Sey! The wheel, is..." He looked at the wheel of the contraption that he was moving--something Tynite had built--and tried to remember the word 'stuck'. It just wasn't coming to him. "Bad." He gestured to it as if that would, in any way, explain the word 'bad'.

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“ i just wanted to do something good for once. ” (Fam to Liaxee? Q to Bam? Idk)

more prompts for your feels

Liaxee took a deep breath before moving to sit next to Famine, making sure to not be too close in case she wanted space, and clapped a hand onto his own knee.

"We are all doing our best, Eminfam," he told her gently. "Sometimes, these things? They do not work out." He gave a relatively small shrug when compared to his usual movements. "It is okay to mourn that and what could have come from it tonight. Tomorrow? You try again until it works."

"My apag,--" he paused, looking a little uncomfortable, and tried to remember the translation of it, "--hm, 'grandfather', you would say," he said before continuing, "he used to live by one idea; 'if you tried, you have already succeeded.'" He rubbed his beard in thought. "He might have just wanted us to do things..." he mused before shrugging. "It is good idea."

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would you like to talk about it? (Famine to Liaxee?)

therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters.

Liaxee sighed, eyeing his drink. He didn't believe in hiding things from friends without good reason, but he didn't want this tonight.

"Another time," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Is not time for sad stories, Eminfam." He raised a hand to clap her on the shoulder but reconsidered it and instead put it on the bar in front of him lightly; an uncharacteristic achievement on his part.

"We have another day lived. Is time to be happy!" He took a swig of his drink. "At least until it comes back to hurt us, sey?" He was grinning behind his beard and gave a rough chuckle.

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“It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” (Fam to Liaxee)

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 : 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

Liaxee frowned, facial hair almost meeting to make his features, with the exception of his nose, disappear entirely. He shook his head.

"Is not true. Do not lie to me, Famine." He settled down to check the injury out properly. "You should have said you were fragile," he said, amusement dancing across his words as his gaze shot up to her face for her reaction. "I would have pulled my punches. Sey, that is what they say, correct?"

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❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ (Fam to Liaxee)

‘captain america: the winter soldier’ starter prompts

"And you are doing what is right," Liaxee said, a edge of pride on his tone, aimed directly at her. "Look at how far you have come, Famine!" He'd heard rumours, and now he was just hoping some of them were true.

"For some, you are not a bringer of the apocalypse. You are hope." He considered her with a smile hidden amongst his facial hair. "Is impressive." He gave a small gesture, his hand in a fist--palm up--before it opened like a blooming flower. “Is growth. Think of how you could be in the future! Better still!”

He clapped a hand on her shoulder.

“It is an honour to know you now.”

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He couldn’t deny that she was right, though mostly because he’d never really been that great at the whole sneaking around, unexpectedly arrive somewhere thing. Liaxee had always been just too loud for that, much to everyone’s annoyance and disappointment when he was a child; they’d tried so hard to teach him how to sneak.

Still, he was beaming while looking at her. He gave a rough laugh, and shrugged casually.

“Sey! I’ve been practicing,” he said, reminding himself of his grandfather. There was a moment before he raised a large hand to point at her, narrowing his eyes as if assessing her and an eyebrow raised. “You are doing well, sey? No problems?”

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"I hate all of you." (okay but imagine Mirrorverse shenanigans/Liaxee got everyone to be nice to Famine for something and she, being the grump she is, hates it)

Spooky Scary Sentence Starters

Nergale and the Bringer glanced to each other before having to look away before either could start laughing and Liaxee sighed softly.

"I told them," the Bringer said casually, as if this were the most normal situation any of them had been in. Liaxee grumbled under his breath--the quietest he'd probably ever been--and eyed Famine.

"You do not like quiet life, do you?" he asked, making the Bringer snort in a wholly undignified way.

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Shield (okay your ask made me think of this for Famine to Liaxee bc the height difference makes this fucking hilarious at least to me)

Send ���Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

Seeing the movement of Famine coming between him and danger made Liaxee panic in a way that only he could; his entire body moved like he'd just been shocked by electricity as he twisted and he summoned and tossed out a shard of ice, all with speeds that even he'd forgotten he possessed.

"I have a shield," he said, gesturing to it before moving to block someone else with said shield. "You should have said." He eyed her for a moment of the corner of his eye. "Thank you. It is lucky they were not aiming for my head." Despite common sense telling him not to do it, even though he was wearing the gloves that were part of his armour, he patted her on the head to bring attention to her height.

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“ unique just means alone. ” (fam to Liaxee)

misc prompts for your feels

"On!" Liaxee said, frown settling onto his features, "unique means special, not like everyone else. There is always a place for you! People to accept you!" He settled himself forward a little in his seat, hand on his knee. "If not group, you have me, you have Bringer, you have Verirmorres!"

He clapped a hand onto her shoulder. "Family is not blood. Family is where you belong, wherever that is. Whoever that is with. You have family, with us."