#lights-flickering-flame

[galaxy-0f-muses]

@lights-flickering-flame asked: "Whoa! Hey, I've got you -" -for Alphinaud There they go

To be fair, the other hadn't expected his body to react the way it did out of sheer relief that the scenario they were so concerned about was over. Perhaps he had been overworking himself, or the stress had simply built up to be some grand thing his body was taking on. But it was nothing compared to what she had to deal with up until this point.

"I'm quite fine, really." Just as quickly as he had found himself nearly on the ground, he was moving to get himself back upright properly. He knew full well that he was the least of the worries at the moment. "Are you alright? Do you need any healing?"

[vowsofahero]

@lights-flickering-flame hit that little heart~

It has been a long while since he has been to Ishgard but a break after his final fight with Zenos. The cold caused an ache where his eye used to be but Mordred was growing accustomed to it. The miqo'te was walking through the merchant stalls as he looked around for something good to eat and something to keep the chill at bay.

"Let's see." he shivered a bit, still not used to the chill. His ears twitched a bit as the snow fell upon them causing a small stinging sensation. "Maybe something to cover my ears while I'm here would be a good idea," he spoke lightly to himself.

Mordred found a weaver's stall and began to look over their wares. "Maybe something like a thick sock to put over my ears? Do you have something like that?"

[diverse-hearts]

@lights-flickering-flame asked:

It wasn't often she'd get strike down in battle. Afterall, she grew up a prodigy in magic. But still, she'd been slashed across the chest by Zenos. That was the last thing she remembers before blacking out.

After many days being unconscious, she'd finally regained enough strength to wake up. Realizing she'd been bandaged up. She tried to sit up, but the gash in her chest proved it difficult to accomplish. So she simply stayed laying. Though, she felt a presence next to her.

She turns her head to see Alphinaud sitting next to her. She weakly chuckles. "Not the person I was expecting to be here." Her smile only slightly curved up. Managing to make a joke. But suddenly questions started flowing through her mind. "I thought you and the others would be busy... What exactly happened? I don't remember much. Does Aymeric know of my condition? And what is out next plan of-" She stops herself before overloading herself. Then takes a small breath. "Sorry. I'm getting too ahead of myself there."

-for Alphy, from Eliane for some Stormblood stuffs :)

Random Ask - Always Welcomed ~

Of course he had expected for her to wake up in such a state, a soft sigh heard as he leaned forward and gently helped to lay her back down again, a small smile gracing his tired features, "I was the one dealing with your injuries...but to be honest we have all been taking shifts. You had us all worried". Though his sister, of course, had been rather loud in insisting that such a 'simple' injury would never be enough to strike down Eliane. A feeling they all shared, of course, but she was rather too loud at times. He reached out with his own magic, quietly scanning over the process of her healing. It seemed as though things were heading in the right direction, and with her now awake, he was sure that the healing process would only quicken. "Of course he is aware - but as you correctly stated, we've been busy while you've been resting. We take shifts to watch over you, allowing the others to carry on their duties as needed", he gave another soft sigh, "...now can you please try and rest? For a little longer? You're injuries are still rather severe...and I am not allowing you out of this room".

[thesilverfullcr]

"Are you sure you want me to help you around here? I wouldn't want to get you in trouble associating with a disgraced former noble like myself." Though, not entirely her fault that all happened. She was simply too young at the time to manage a household like that. But still- who knows.

Then again... Using her magical skills and putting them to good use would feel great. "I just want to make extra sure.. Because yes. It would like to be of some use other then... the lack of what I have now." No home. No prospects. It's not everyday this opportunity is given. So, she'll take it if it means there will be no issues with the Holy See.

@lights-flickering-flame

“My dear girl, no one would bat an eye at me hiring a new maid,” Haurchefant assured her. It wasn't what she wanted, most likely, and it certainly was less than she deserved, but at least she would be warm and fed for her stay at Camp Dragonhead. “Even if she was of a once noble house.”

The fact that she had been left to settle her own affairs without even the guidance of another house was simply vile, if you asked him; Ishgard was so insular already, who could one count on if not his fellow man? That Eliane's parents had not so much as left her to a relative or a friend who could help her manage her finances was unjust at very least.

“I'm afraid it's less than you deserve, and I know it isn't what you wanted, but the work is long but not hard, and the pay is enough to keep you warm and fed. I do hope you'll forgive me for being unable to do more.”

[thancrxdwatxrs]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

@lights-flickering-flame

Very rarely did someone ever catch the rogue off guard, especially in the middle of the night when everyone else was supposedly asleep. Thancred managed to keep his composure as he glanced up from the tome he was reading by candlelight, his expression softening a bit.

"Nay, sadly. It appears sleep has decided to elude me this night... The fact that you are here means you cannot sleep either, yes? You are more than welcome to join me, if you'd like."

[helium-stims]

candle

[lilyofthevalleyys]

hc that barty is like seriously addicted to candles. any kind of candles. especially the ones that have weird smells. he’ll light them up when doing basically anything. and they’re everywhere. the coffee table, the bedroom, the bathroom etc. there’s a shelf that’s chock full of candles.

(and evan being a supportive boyfriend (he totally doesn’t enjoy seeing barty in the light of the candle))

[silver-strings-of-fate]

@lights-flickering-flame asked// 'Since my master is gone. Does this mean I'm your familiar now?' He still has not quite figured out he's his own person yet. -Wren, for Emet-Selch

Emet-Selch looked down at the little rabbit man. Leave it to Azem to make such an annoying thing.

Though, a small part of him was glad to see Wren once more. A living memory of better days. Though, Hythlodaeus was always more fond of Azem's little whimsies.

"Of course not. The last thing I need at the moment is to babysit their pet."

[wyrmbloodcd]

Estinein gets headbutted by a certain ruby carbuncle. Then it does a happy little dance before doing a backflip to transform into a little dragon. Then flips again to turn back to normal. If her familiar was around seeking attention, that also meant Eliane was around. But she also might have a hand in the little trick Ruby performed for the dragoon.

“...what’s this?”

Estinien quirked an eyebrow as he looked down at the red carbuncle. He knew well who must have owned the little thing trying so hard to get his attention, though he didn’t immediately see her. It had been a very long time since he had seen the little carbuncle, and he sifted through his memories for her name. Elise? Eleanor, perhaps?

“I do not really care for your act,” he said flatly, frowning at the little creature. “Dragons are not welcome here in any form.”

[frostwing05]

#585 Finchlight 

"ThunderClan has always been the natural leader of all the Clans. For that reason, we have to hold ourselves to a higher standard."

Daughter of Sparkpelt and Larksong, sister of Nightheart and Flickerkit, foster daughter of Sorrelstripe, foster sister of Myrtlebloom and Bayshine. Apprentice of Cinderheart.

[galaxy-0f-muses]

@lights-flickering-flame asked: "I should be dead." -For Alisaie Calling A Wolf A Wolf Sentence Starters Part One

"Hey now-" Out of pure, raw instinct, Alisaie found herself using her weapon to gently, teasingly, bonk the other on the head. That was the last thing the girl wanted to hear from the other. For many reasons, truthfully, not that she would be one to admit such things. She was a key member of the Scions, someone that she was sure everyone considered to be a dear friend. Self-degradation wasn't something she was willing to tolerate.

Once the contact had been made, she moved the weapon away, sheathing it back into its rightful spot as she looked toward the fellow Elezen. "Even if you supposedly should be, that fact you're not should be considered a blessing. Not just for yourself, but for everyone that cares about you." Besides, they were going to at least try to make sure that the near-death scenarios weren't a regular basis thing anymore. . . Not if any of them can help it.

[artrsw]

Amidst the glow, whispers of the night grow bolder. ✨🕯️ Candles flicker, shadows grow thicker, weaving stories in the dark. 🌙 Click this link : https://tinyurl.com/477uj89r

[diverse-hearts]

@lights-flickering-flame - One line starter

"What are you doing this time??"

[thesilverfullcr]

@lights-flickering-flame | continued from [ x ]

Being a maid is far less than a woman like Eliane deserves, but Haurchefant can think of no other way to keep her safely within Camp Dragonhead's walls without someone complaining about him giving out aid and succor to someone without asking anything in return. At least this way, he can ensure her well being and safety, two things she had not had in abundance living out in the Highlands alone with her carbuncle.

“Of course, of course. The evening meal is being prepared now, but I would say there's a good chance that the cook may have a few portions already finished, if you're hungry now,” Haurchefant tells her, reaching out a hand to pat her on her shoulder.

“Do not worry about starting until the morning. I'll have you talk to the maid in charge tonight so we can decide what duties will be yours,” he continued companionably. “Worry not! She was hand picked for the job. She will get things done, but she is not unnecessarily cruel.”

[thancrxdwatxrs]

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

exhaustion … sentence starters @lights-flickering-flame

Thancred's eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern. He had been in that position more times than he would like to admit. One would be quick to offer consolation or a shoulder to lean on, but the rogue simply nodded in understanding and patted the seat next to him.

"As long as we're both not sleeping anytime soon, care to peruse some of these tomes with me? I would not mind the company..."

[connorsui]

Next to my wife

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the darkened office. The glass walls reflected the sharp lines of the man standing at its center—a man whose reputation was whispered with equal parts, fear, and reverence. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his presence was as sharp and cold as the knife that rested on the desk beside him.

Before him, a man knelt on the polished floor, bound and bloodied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The once-pristine white shirt he wore was now stained with crimson, clinging to his trembling frame. Despite the fear in his eyes, he forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“After everything you have done,” he rasped, each word dragging itself out of his throat, “how will you sleep at night?”

The suited man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick of his lighter. The flame illuminated his face for a brief moment—sharp jawline, calculating eyes, and an expression that betrayed no hint of remorse. He took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke that curled lazily into the air before speaking.

“Next to my wife,” he said simply, his voice low and even, as if the question had been nothing more than idle conversation.

The man on the floor blinked, disbelief flickering across his face. “Your... wife?” he spat, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “You speak of love? You? After the lives you’ve destroyed? The families you’ve torn apart?”

The suited man’s lips curved into a faint smile—not one of amusement, but something softer, almost wistful. He walked around the kneeling man, his footsteps deliberate and slow, the sharp click of his shoes against the marble floor the only sound in the room.

“You think a man like me can’t love?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. “You think all I am is the blood on my hands?” He paused, turning to face the prisoner, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his face. “Maybe I am. But she—she’s the one thing in this world that’s clean. Untouched by all of this.”

He gestured around the room, as though the opulent surroundings—the leather furniture - the glass walls overlooking the glittering city—were as tainted as he was.

“She knows what I am,” he continued, his voice softening. “And she loves me anyway. Not because she’s blind to the things I’ve done, but because she sees the man I could be—the man I am with her.”

The kneeling man shook his head, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “You think that makes you a good man? That loving her wipes away all the lives you’ve taken?”

The suited man crouched down then, bringing himself to eye level with the prisoner. His gaze was steady, unflinching, as he spoke.

“No,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “I’m not a good man. I never will be. But for her, I’m the best version of myself I can be. And if that means burning down the rest of the world to keep her safe, so be it.”

He straightened, taking another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it in a nearby ashtray. The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.

A knock at the door broke the moment. The man’s expression softened immediately as the door opened, and you stepped inside.

You were a vision of understated elegance, dressed in a simple black dress that clung to your frame just enough to hint at its curves. Your eyes, warm and bright, scanned the room before landing on him.

“It’s late,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet authority that made the man standing in the room seem almost ordinary.

He nodded, crossing the room to you. His hand found yours, and he lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

Your gaze flicked to the prisoner, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Is everything handled?”

“It will be,” he assured you, his voice gentle now, as though you had the power to soften the sharp edges of his world.

You smiled, a small, knowing smile, and leaned into him. “Good. Come to bed.”

As you both left, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder at the prisoner.

“How do I sleep at night?” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I sleep with her. And she’s the only peace I’ve ever known.”

The door closed behind him, leaving the room silent but for the hum of the light and the weight of his words.

The husband in question: Geto Suguru, Caleb, Sylus, Vladimir, Sukuna, In-ho (The Front man), Eren Yeager, Toji Fushiguro, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Jason Todd, Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze), Silco, Overhaul, Dabi