#gainscient

[greenelight]

mason's   worked   at   a   flower   shop   before   &   the   experience   almost   made   him   hate   flowers   for   good.   he   gave   up   so   much   of   his   free   time   to   his   ex   -   boyfriend's   shop   in   an   attempt   to   keep   the   store   open   ,   but   in   the   end   it   wasn't   enough   &   neither   was   his   time devoted to keeping his ex happy.   when   he   had   to   look   for   another   job   ,   he   was   apprehensive   about   applying   to   another   shop   that   may   bring   back   bad   memories   ,   but   when   he   met   aerith   for   the   very   first   time   ,   all   his   concerns   completely   dissipated   the   moment   she   said   hello.   working   for   her   was   an   actual   delight   rather   than   a   drag   ,   &   he's   actually   learning   about   the   care   of   plants   rather   than   getting   scolded   for   his   lack   of   knowledge.   coming   out   of   the   back   room   after   spending   the   morning   cleaning   it   ,   mason   approaches   the   florist   with   a   small   smile   ,   a   roll   of   gauze   in   his   hand   that   he   found   stuffed   under   a   table.   he's   not   sure   where   it   came   from   &   why   it   was   hidden   in   the   backroom.   surely   it   was   in   case   anyone   ever   cut   themselves   trimming   roses   , right   ?

❝   hey   aerith.   got   a   second   ? ❞   he   waits   for   the   go   ahead   before   placing   the gauze   on   the   table   ,   the   roll   almost   the   size   of   a   large   dinner   plate.   ❝   found   that   in   the   backrooms   &   didn't   know   what   to   make   of   it.   you   think   the   janitors   left   it   behind   or   something   ?   ❞   mason   shrugs   ,   trying   to   think   of   a   reason   why   so   much   gauze   would   be   just   laying   around   in   the   shop   &   not   in   their   first   aid   kit. did someone else get hurt on his day off ?

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕  @gainscient   as   aerith   gainsborough.

[sarastuss]

ENTRANCE ENGULFED IN SHADOWS, : BE IT EXPERIENCE THAT SPEAKS, OR HER VERY AETHER REACTING, ... something is not right within. something awaits, something lures. golden orbs narrow as she looks ahead, a contemplating look mixes with determination. whatever awaits, she hopes it is prepared. ( we all know the fate that befalls your foes, o' hero. ) ... ' i will go ahead and secure the path, ' the words brew atop DIVINE TONGUE, yet, as lips part ; aerith's voice echoes first.

@gainscient : " i'm gonna see where it leads. "

EYES WIDEN, : THE VERY WORDS STOLEN FROM HER LIPS! it is only for a moment that after the cheery tune, reflecting the warrior of light's own determination, that silence takes hold ; before she takes the reigns again. a warm smile mixes with a hum, golden heart beats with a sense of adventure! ( what better way to experience it than together with dear friends? ) ... ❝ i hope you weren't planning on doing it alone, ❞ there is humor embedded into her voice, VISIBLE EVEN IN RADIATING SMILE. hand lands on her hip, &. she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, ❝ it goes without saying that i will join you. ❞

[thiedas]

They knew something was different from the moment they entered the fade, but it wasn't something they could bring up. Everyone felt weird, and with the divine there, Robin didn't particularly feel like bringing up his dead girlfriend's presence. Thing was, he didn't even know if she was really there — it just felt like she was. She had a strong connection to the fade, that they knew, and maybe it was the fact he so desperately missed @gainscient that made him even do it in the first place. Hawke or Stroud, one to be left behind in the fade, left to die for the benefit of the rest. Both had bickered the entire way there — Robin didn't like Stroud, not at all — choosing himself to live should be easy, but he hadn't felt Aerith like this in years. She was in the fade, and the fade was in her. To be stuck in the raw fade was a curse to some — but to him, perhaps it would save his life. Not like he had much going for him anyway.

The portal closes behind the group, and he turns his attention back to the demon they'd all been fighting, suddenly feeling the weight of what he'd chosen to do. Poor Varric — he hopes he won't be too hard on himself. Robin clutches his dagger, drawing it over his already scarred forearm to bring in one final surge of power in order to fell the beast. It works, thank the Maker. As it falls, however, he's given the chance to finally think over what he'd done, and he can hardly believe it. “ I can't believe you did that, Robin. ” He says quietly to himself, exhaling into his hands before running them through his much shorter locks, then covers his eyes momentarily. Maker, save me. He thinks, dropping his hands, then feels his heart stop.

It's a flash of pink, an all too familiar color of baby pink that he hasn't seen in over four years. Her shade, disappearing around a rock. This was surely the fade playing with him, taunting him for his use of blood magic. Still, Robin decides to follow, chasing that flash of pink. He chases it and chases it and chases it, going around rocks and trees until he can't move anymore. This was a cruel trick, there was no other way to describe it. He collapses to his knees, palms resting flat against his thighs as he feels blood start to trickle again from his earlier wound. With a quiet sigh, he closes his eyes and dips his head, and thinks of Aerith. That first time they ever met, all the way back in Darktown when she extended that sun-colored blossom out to him. It makes him smile — this was how he liked to remember her. This is what would give him the strength to live out the rest of his days here.

With this resolve, Robin opens his eyes and stands again, though what he sees almost makes him fall again. Surely, this was a trick. A cruel, cruel trick. She stands there — not a flash of pink, not a glimpse of a bow, but her. “ Aerith? ” He dares to call out, feet slowly carrying him towards her. Please, please be real. He mentally pleads, slowly beginning to walk faster through the muck and the slime to what he hopes isn't just a cruel apparition.

[erebius]

❛❛  here  ,     some  tulip  bulbs  from  back  in  may.  ❜❜           victor  steps  through  the  door  and  holds  an  old  tied-up  walmart  bag  out  for  aerith  ,     the  bulbs  inside  making  the  bag  swing  back  and  forth.      he  stares  at  the  bag  with  a  saddening  frown.           ❛❛  mum  found  some  she  had  left  over  and  wanted  me  to  bring  ‘em  to  you.     doin’  alright  ?  ❜❜

@gainscient !

[eueclid]

God, how did he find someone like her? Zack fake pouts at what she says back to him, but on the inside, he cannot stop smiling. “ Right here! Duh. ” He quips back, leaning in closer to her face until they're barely centimeters apart, waiting for her to inevitably start flushing pink before pulling back his face. As he does, the train arrives, and he pushes the cart and leads Aerith onto the train — the first step in getting her to the surface.

“ Are you sure you aren't nervous? Pretty sure my arm is gonna bruise. ” It won't — but he's hoping his gentle teasing will help to alleviate some of her nerves. She knows him better than anyone — but on the other side of it, he knows her better than anyone. There was a reason that she never ventured plateside before. Zack didn't want to assume the reason, but he knew he was happy that she felt safe enough to let him take her up there for her first time. “ If you feel like you're gonna float away, you can keep holding onto me. It's why I work out so much, you know. So I can be your anchor. ”

                        ❝ i'm not nervous.   ❞ aerith protests, though the firm grip she maintains on zack's arm betrays her claim. he leads her with steady assurance, along with pushing their cart overflowing with her vibrant blooms, as they approach the sector five undercity train station.   ❝ ... just a little uneasy, i suppose.   ❞ she quietly admits, her voice softening as her chin dips toward her chest.

the endless sky, vast and gaping, as though it may swallow her whole. there's an odd comfort in the steel plate that looms perpetually overhead — a barrier shielding her from the infinite expanse above.

❝ really? where? i don't see one with us.   ❞ she quips, her humor slipping back into place as effortlessly as sunlight through leaves. with playful mischief, she glances ahead and behind zack, feigning a search for this big, tough solider he so confidently speaks of.

[sarastuss]

❝ here — it matches your eyes.   ❞ aerith chimes, after having suddenly skipped into sarastus' path. between her fingers, she holds the stem of a radiant sunflower, its golden petals untouched and unblemished. ❝ you could probably slide it in right ... there!  ❞ she muses, biting her lip in concentration as she carefully weaves the flower into the intricate grooves of sarastus' armor. a satisfied smile graces her lips as she dusts her hands off, stepping back in order to admire her handiwork.

LIPS PART IN SURPRISE, : GLIMMERING HUES WIDEN! the hero stands still, allowing the gesture of kindness unfold, ( &. perhaps it takes her a moment to take it all in! ) ... with a gentle, yet skillful touch, aerith easily weaves the flower into armor forged of gold &. black ; sarastus own gaze tilts down to look at the beautiful golden petals, truly, matching the hue of her eyes! ... it is soon a smile that decorates ethereal features, as gaze lifts ; ❝ it is beautiful, ❞ WORDS RING TRUE, as angelic voice radiates warmth! ❝ ... would you believe me if i told you this is the first time i've ever received a flower? ❞ to memorize this, she already knows what to do. the journal carried with her would have page spared, to attach the flower as a reminder, as a memory. even if it is bound to wilt, she will treasure it. ... a nod of her head, eyelashes fluttering as she closes her eyes for the motion, ❝ thank you, aerith. ❞

[eueclid]

Handwriting Meme.

Choose a font from here which closest resembles your character's handwriting and write their name.

Conor: Neat and tidy so that he can read his own manuscripts. It gets a little messier when he's not writing poetry or books ( bc this freak handwrites his novels before he types them ) but it's very neat and consistent.

Tagged by: @poetfilm hehe ty Dillon Tagging: @erebius, @gainscient, @satellitewar ( for Shawky and/or Buzzy ), @greenelight, @compunctions, you!!!

[eueclid]

Blythe's multimuse, found at eueclid.tumblr.com. A private and selective interpretation of canon muses and original characters as they are found in their respective source materials. Please read my carrd before interacting. Prompts, which can be sent at any time, can be found here. Icon border found here. Psd found here. If you are a non - roleplay blog, please do not interact.

Currently prioritizing interactions for: Ásgeirr Bjoaeldsen, Jason Todd, Miriam Al - Khatib.

Blogroll: @greenbrire ( Cardan Greenbriar ), @thiedas ( Dragon Age multi ).

Affiliated with: @excalibiur / @gainscient, @praesparo, @erebius, @sanctos, @bendwill, @gwahren, @folkpoet, @bllakcat, @sarastuss, @satellitewar, + @wovetales.

[thiedas]

“ What? You have to at least take something for it. ” Robin watches her carefully with an eyebrow raised, their fingers lingering in their coin pouch as the stranger holds out the flower to him. He reaches out for it, fingers wrapping around the stem of it. It's yellow, with long beautiful petals. Perhaps he'll give it to his mother, or perhaps not, once she offers up the symbolism of the flower. Maybe he'll just keep it in his tiny corner of the room he shares with his brother instead.

I've seen you around. She says, and they're reminded of the last time they came through Darktown. They cause quite the stir, blowing something up to help stop a load of Athenril's product from being stolen. Hopefully this stranger won't recognize him from something like that. “ Yeah, work has brought me here a few times. ” They offer her a slight smile, hoping that it may dissuade @gainscient from any negative opinion or memory she may have of them. “ I appreciate this. Thank you. ”

Robin tucks the flower into his hair, currently loose and flowing over his shoulders. “ Are you from down here? I think I've seen you before, while I'm, ah, ” He pauses, clearing his throat. “ Working. You stay down here to sell flowers, don't you? Do you grow them in Hightown? ” They ask, genuinely curious. There's no way flowers could grow down here, without the sun, in the squalor of Darktown — right?

                        in the shadowed depths of darktown, where light seldom dares to wander, an extraordinary marvel takes root — a flower of such flawless bloom that its brilliance seems to rival the sun itself, as though its petals where woven from its golden rays. though beneath the ceaseless hum of live above, darktown remains bound to the same living planet, cradled within its ever-giving embrace. that lifeforce, gentle yet profound, converges at a singular point — a place that irresistibly draws aerith in. there, in that quiet sanctuary, a perfect bed of flowers flourishes under her tender care. from this tranquil haven, she gathers blossoms to sell, both to those who dwell below and those wandering above, earning what little coin she could.

as they fumble through their pouch, searching for even the faintest glint of coin, aerith's smile holds steady and warm. she tilts her head slightly while soft laughter threads through her words. ❝ well, that depends on the customer.   ❞ she begins, stepping closer, her frame inclining towards him. her voice dips into a gentle, playful cadence. ❝ in your case ... it's on the house. think of it as a gift.   ❞ and with tender touch, she slides the flower into the folds of their bracer.

❝ lovers used to give these when they were reunited.   ❞ she explains softly, her tone casual. her fingers linger momentarily, adjusting the bloom before retreating, her hands returning to the basket nestled in the curve of her elbow. ❝ i've seen you around quite a bit, always darting from one side of town to the next. it looked like you could use with a little something as a pick me up.   ❞

[sarastuss]

AUREATE GAZE IS UPON THE FLOWER, : THE WARM RAYS ENCOURAGE IT TO BLOSSOM FURTHER, to open fully &. reach for the skies! though in truth, as she observes her friend ; she knew little encouragement was needed. for be it her influence or of someone else, little hesitation was spotted upon aerith, even when about to venture into the unknown! no matter how dark it would get, the hero would be the guiding light. ... to her lighthearted tease, she nods again, &. though no audible chuckle is let out, it is clear upon DIVINE FEATURES that the statement was met in good spirits, &. acknowledgement of the truth. ( adventuring is a duty her soul has carried for centuries ; carrying on to this very day, even when title of the traveler was shed. )

SO THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT'S FEET CARRY HER FORWARD, : FOLLOWING THE TRAIL SET BY AERITH, &. also providing a good place to secure her safety, should it come to it. ( lighthearted as she may appear, she remains focused as ever. ) but even so, she can spare a gaze towards her friend as they venture forth, ... luminous gaze filled with kindhearted warmth. ❝ ever since i can remember. ❞ &. oh, doesn't that simple respond embed layers of truth to it! be it from the days of the unsundered world, or to the timeline she awoke to ; discovery, adventure, it has been a crucial part of golden soul. ( even when all else was forgotten, desire to do just that remained. ) ... a pause held, while eye contact is kept. ❝ before this, did you ever dream of adventuring out yourself? to seek more of the world outside the comforts of the area you know? ❞

                        the gaping maw looms before them, eager to swallow all into its abyssal depths. yet, with sarastus by her side — a radiant flame against the encroaching darkness — the void will surely retreat, yielding to the brilliance of the warrior of light, a vessel of the sun's essence. in her luminous presence, the path ahead feels less daunting, its terror softened. perhaps, it is her light that kindles within aerith the courage to step forward and into the role of leader, daring to forge a way forward.

❝ you're the adventurer, after all — this should be your area of specialty!   ❞ aerith teases with a soft, melody-like giggle, before turning to face the abyss that awaits them. there's no turning back now, no alternate path to escape on. if they are to reunite with the rest of the party, and avoid becoming the subject of a rescue mission, they must press onward. with a steadying breath, aerith closes her eyes for a fleeting moment.

with her stave cradled between her hands, aerith bows her head, bringing them together in a quiet gesture of prayer. a soft plea echoes within her mind, a whispered offering to the planet. whether it'll heed aerith's words or not, she cannot know — but still, she tries. asking for protection, for herself and sarastus, and for the planet's gentle guidance to lead them safely from the shadowed tunnels back to the light above.

❝ okay, follow me!   ❞ she calls out, her demeanor shifting abruptly back to one of buoyant energy and into her battle stance. glancing over her shoulder to ensure sarastus is close by, aerith ventures forth. ❝ so ... you've probably done this kind of thing before, right? ❞

[thiedas]

Is his mind messing with him? She was dead, there was no way to twist it. He saw her body, he saw Meredith take her life. The pink bow she wore was in his pocket, still, a reminder that she was gone. Never forgotten, though. As if Robin Hawke could forget Aerith Gainsborough. Her presence, one he'd felt the second he entered the fade, was growing stronger by the second until he couldn't take it anymore. It felt like she was right beside him.

When they finally raise their head, it feels like they'd been punched square in the gut. Those familiar green eyes stare at them, and Robin feels like they could collapse on the spot. His lips part to say her name — Aerith, so familiar and warm on his tongue, but nothing comes out. There are so many things he wants to say to her — he wants to apologize. He wants to ask how? He wants to tell her he loves her. He wants to tell her how much he misses her, or rather missed. He was never leaving this place, he couldn't. It was a death sentence — but if she's here, then it couldn't be bad.

After another failed attempt to speak, they do the absolute next best thing — finally, they fall into her, arms wrapped around her shoulders while they start to sob. It had been three years since he last saw her — three years since he last held her, three years since he last inhaled that sweet floral scent, three years since he last heard her voice. How did he make it so long without her? How did he survive Kirkwall's aftermath? Perhaps it was all for this. All for them to be reunited once more, in death. Or whatever this was.

“ It's you. ” He's finally able to say, voice shaky as he does so. His mind tries to tell him this isn't real, and he's inclined to believe it — but she feels solid in his grasp, her voice sounds in his ears, and above all — her signature ribbon, the one she wore until she died, the one that was perfectly folded in his pouch, wasn't in her hair. Robin pulls back from their embrace, though he's reluctant to fully let her go, and rather than letting her go, he cups her face and runs his thumb over her freckled cheek. He'd studied these freckles so often, it would be basically impossible not to after over five years together. It was usually when she was sleeping, and when he couldn't. It started out of belief that someone like her would be interested in someone as flawed as him, but then it became a ritual of sorts. He didn't believe in the Maker, but maybe he existed if Aerith Gainsborough did.

He wants to kiss her — but before he can, he has something he wants to do. Something he needs to do. Almost reluctantly, he drops his hands from her and starts to dig in his pouch, feeling for the ribbon that he stored there. The edges were slightly frayed now, mostly from the amount of times he'd rubbed his thumbs over them while thinking about her, which turned out to be quite often. “ I think you're missing something. ” Robin says, voice still wavering but not as much as before as he pulls the ribbon from his pouch, a soft smile on his lips as he presents it to her. “ Here. ” He murmurs, motioning for her to turn around — and as soon as she does, he returns the ribbon to its proper place, just at the top of her braid. “ There. ” They quietly sniff, the smile returning to their face as Aerith turns back around. “ Is it really you, Aerith? ” Robin asks, their hands moving to cup her face, dark eyes searching her face for any sign she isn't real — but it's no use. He knows she is. Finally, their face breaks out into a smile, a real one, as they lean down to kiss her — their first one in years, and as their lips touch, he feels a fresh stream of tears start to roll down his cheeks.

                        death had not been the end — not entirely, and aerith had known of its approach long before the blade ever struck. the last of the cetra has returned to the planet, to the fade, to the promised land — a place house shinra longed to possess for themselves. yet, it was unlike anything the ancient prophecies of the cetra foretold. spirits and demons coexist, each one yearning to slip through the rifts that wove between the realms. the threads of fate that bound her to robin suddenly tugged — him, left behind on the earthly plains while she departed so suddenly, without even a chance of a goodbye. whatever happens, don't blame yourself. had been her final words before their last parting, together, to what would be the shattered chantry, the location of what'd be robin's greatest pain.

there it was again — the tug, with a strength unlike anything she's ever felt before. it was as though their very essence had become one with the rock and stone of the fade. but that simply couldn't be, could it? they couldn't be here, none ever dared to cross such a boundary. but then again, she couldn't deny it; it was not beyond him. the current of the fade guided her steps, leading her to the source, the heart inwhich she recognizes beyond all others. and there, amidst the lifeless remains of a grotesque, twisted creature, was a hunched over figure — the appearance, unrecognisable, but the presence felt was more than just familiar.

❝ robin ...?   ❞ came her soft whisper, emerald eyes fixed from a great distance, watching him in silence. what were they doing here? oh ... she understands. of course, they would choose themselves over the others, the one to stay behind for the others to escape — always the champion. she's startled as they move their hands, their gaze nearly catching hers and in a swift motion, she sought cover behind a rock. this was no place for this, not here among the muck and blood of a defeated foe.

and so she moves, her path winding in circles until they find themselves adrift among a clustering of trees, reminiscent of those once explored in their early days. she takes her place behind a solitary tree, waiting for him to catch up. the sound of his knees cracking against the ground prompts her to steal a glance — her heart tightening at the sadness etched upon their features. he looks weary, as though burdened by a weight unlike anything she's seen before. but they're here, they've been given more time, perhaps eternity does await for them both. as they lower their head, she emerges with hands neatly tucked behind her back, her steps light as she approaches, closer and closer. only then pausing, when he begins to rise and their eyes finally meet. those familiar eyes, ones she's gazed into a thousand times before — eyes that carry the weight of a love left unfinished. a soft, knowing smile paints her lips. ❝ well, well, well, looky who we have here.   ❞ she says, with a gentleness to her tone paired with slight tease. ❝ hello, robin.   ❞