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[hierlekin-a]

a lil something I made for arle and @icerberus 's wrio ❤️

NON RP BLOGS DO NOT TOUCH

[devourensarc]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds ( in their hsr verses perchance? 👀 )

@icerberus — an extremely self indulgent meme

Ajax still hadn't gotten his fight with the tempting Galaxy Ranger, but he couldn't find it in himself to be too disappointed this time. Power burned under the other man's skin, a devastating star that tugged at the hungry black hole under Ajax's own, and why would he want to resist that gravity? He itched to sink his teeth past skin and bone, to claw his way to the heart of that gravity, but Wriothesley seemed immune to it, denying all of Ajax's advances with a tired shake of his head.

This time, Ajax had vowed when their paths had crossed on the Xianzhou, this time he would have his fight.

It seemed that fate had different plants for them. Ajax had hardly gotten a word out before the Abominations descended on them. The fight hadn't satisfied that hungry emptiness inside him — even taking out his restless agitation on the Abominations still left him hollow and frustrated — but seeing Wriothesley in action, even holding back, careful, had been a sight to behold.

And then Ajax's ears rang with the echoes of a distant, terrible call, and he had collapsed onto his knees, seeing for the first time the bright red blood streaming down his side and dripping onto the ground. Wriothesley rushes forward to pull him up, moving them behind one of the many shipping crates stacked around Cloudford and out of the sight of any passing Abominations. Now, propped against said crate, Ajax studies the crease in Wriothesley's brow as he crouches over him and wraps a makeshift bandage around the gash in his torso.

Ah, if only he realized the real wounds were the veins of starlight running under Ajax's skin, a physical sign of how close to the surface that void inside him had come. Exhaustion drags at his limbs, but he still manages a quiet laugh as he lifts a hand to poke at that crease on Wriothesley's forehead.

❝ You'll get wrinkles, ❞ he says. ❝ Guess we'll have to save that fight for next time. ❞

His head drops back against the crate with a heavy thunk.

❝ Next time. . . I'll be good enough. ❞

Next time, it would not leave him, as tired and empty as it had all those years ago.

[hierlekin-a]

"This just seems impractical if I may be honest," says the duke while trying on the Harbinger's mask. How is anyone suppose to fight in these things while it covers the eyes? How silly. "This must be a Snezhnaya custom. Why hide those pretty maiden eyes of yours, Knave?" // @icerberus

If a small smile flickers across her face, well - it's not like he could see well enough to know.

"A magician never reveals her secrets," she says as she takes a sip of her tea. "Flattery will get you no answers, Duke. I thought you would know that. Although, perhaps I can give you an answer for an answer."