#pyrehic

[eredeha-a]

kisses both @pyrehic​ and @tartarusdwells​ at the same time

[starsfreckled]

  @pyrehic​ asked : " it hurts. "  a bland pronouncement,  from the elezen trying to hit somewhere grumpy and less pouty.  it doesn't quite work,  even as he smooths a thumb along the scaling against the underside of his jaw.  " and itches,  hells. "  definitely into dangerous territory now.  " do you put up with this all the time? "  //  i am offering u a shedding estinien ♥

they are trying their best not to laugh, they really do. their friend is clearly miserable and suffering and it is nothing to laugh about, knowing where those scales came from but... it’s just a little bit amusing. they repress any further giggles and simply shake their head. “nay, not all the time  - only when I am shedding” which is clearly something the dragoon is going through.

“may I suggest a hot bath? it will help soften and loosen the shed - trust me, you do not want it to get stuck, that is terribly painful and can even be dangerous” amaya walks towards the scions bathroom, continuing their little lecture “you’ll find a bottle of iodine in one of the cupboards, put some into the water, it will help with the itch and be soothing. while you are in there I’ll prep some tinctures and get the clippers...” they give estinien an encouraging pet to the back, grinning from horn to horn “don’t worry big guy, we’ll get this under control.”

[salveticn-a]

@pyrehic​ asked : ♡ 🔪

“ fear not ... you will make the right choice ...      and i will see it through ... ”

a faint voice that echoed sourceless and that traveled across everyone’s heart as the distinct and undisputable voice of the emissary . but of the emissary , not a trace .   until , finally , something poured out of zodiark’s breast , shimmering : the petite silhouette of a loved one completely covered in a pitch black mass fell onto the ground , leaving a loud thud upon impact . the sticky , muddy substance looked heavy as the body struggled to stand , or even simply getting up . it squirmed and panted , until it finally gave up , letting the will to toy with his fate however it pleased .

until ... 

until a pair of familiar arms pulled him up and pried his visage clean of the slimy goo . mismatched hues slowly opened , mouth slightly agape as it breathed faintly , yet still finding the energy to smile upon seeing the abyssal celebrant pulling him into an embrace . it was a weak smile , of course --- one that immediately dissipated as his chest was squashed against the other’s chest ; in a moment’s despair , perhaps , he allowed lithe hands to grasp tightly at the hems of lahabrea’s dark robe in a way of holding on to something   ( or perhaps in a way to convince himself that he was still alive ? )   . he exhaled a sigh of relief .   did he carry out his duty ? not that great of a god must have been born from such a dump , he thought , or he wouldn’t have been alive at all . did that mean ... ?

gravity pulled most of the substance down , slowly freeing the poor emissary . the latter lifted his head just slightly , patting the speaker’s back as if to sign him to let him go . he was slowly recollecting himself .

“ i’m ... sorry ... ”   was all he could manage to say .   did this pitiful sacrifice even do something ? did it stall the final days ? was he even alive or was he living a nightmare ? he felt exhausted ...

[washwashgalaxy]

The Flame By Wayne Olson

THE FLAMEHe was drawn by her warmth and lightThat being near felt good and rightHer glow spoke of all there was to knowHis latent fate to be accepted, his pyreHer flame would dance and sway each timeHopelessly lost in the music of his wingsThe one who made her burn brightestIn a sudden gust, on the darkest of nightsShe loved him in the only way she couldNot letting him near, lest he be searedTo…