#rhys & ale: 001

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ft, rhys dumont ! as written for @angeldored's : alejandra flores

EVEN UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKEST SKIES, rhys can find the path ahead ! the way forward was never hidden from him —  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 like one reads a map and find his way back home ... only now under stalagmites dripping with condensation, he can see no sky, and he can see no north star to guide them true.

" ale ... " the teen bares 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 in his tone, holding out a palm to collect the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, it's moisture slipping between the cracks of his fingers and to the ground below. for once, rhys dumont is lost, and is so beneath the earths crust.

[starguides]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤRHYS IS HIS FATHER'S SON ! though little does he know this. ale's shove does nothing to him as he stands rooted, a pillar of which 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 save for the hands that molded him. what shakes rhys, however, where her push did not: is the look in her eyes— his own gaze faltering, if only for a moment, before finding in them the mettle his father passed down.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" in this one, alejandra. "

for this is their world, and in their world halfblood's like them 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. if they were lucky, when the end did come for them, it would come in a blaze of glory worthy of some kind of recognition. as it was, rhys didn't think his was so far behind him; something that should terrify him, but did not.

@starguides: if i go down , i want you to run . — for ale !

      if  looks  could  kill,  he'd  be  dead  already.��brows  knit  together  and  brown  eyes  bore  into  his  with  the  intensity  she  never  believed  she  possessed.  her  eyes  widen  for  a  fraction  of  a  second,  one  hand  shooting  out  (the  one not holding  the  longsword)  to  push  at  his  shoulder. 

      ❛  did  that  fall  earlier  screw  your  head  up  that  bad?  in  what  world  am  i  leaving  you,  rhys?  ❜  alejandra  heaves  a  deep, shaky  breath  at  the  same  time  they  hear  a  distant  roar; she  shakes  her  head,  ❛ no. i'm  not  going  home  without  you.  ❜  because  home  is  a  person  and  what  will  she  do  when  she  doesn't  have  hers  anymore?

[starguides]

SOMETHING DOWN HERE BREATHES ! it's breath so large and strong that it pushes like a gust of wind down the tunnel 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖; tossing alejandra's hair around her shoulders, and scattering rhys' too across his forehead. however it is not until the whistle of a sharp inhale which follows, that rhys realizes just how deep 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚐 is.

��� ■ ■ there is a monster here, and it has smelt halfblood.

𝚞𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, metal sheets spiral outward from a single point on a cuff at the male's wrist to form it, a faint glow to it's metal illuminating the cave around them in a wash of golden light.

ㅤㅤㅤ" we're lost— and something just woke up down here. "

the  drip  of  the  stalagmites  makes  her  uneasy.  anything  that  ...  repetitive  is  a  nightmare  for  a  neurodivergent  teenager,  even  more  so  when  it's  a  reminder  that  you  are out  of  your  element, and  painfully  so.  as  she  looks  out  at  the  cavern  ahead  of  them  alejandra  takes  a  breath,  willing  her  heart  rate  to  go  down. it'll  be  okay, of  course  it  will. rhys  is  with  her. 

and  yet  –  ❛  ...yeees? ❜  oh,  she  hates  when  his  voice  sounds  like  that.  it  always  means  something  bad  is  going  to  happen  and  that's  kind  of  the  last  thing  you  want  when  you're  on  a  quest,  ❛  you  just  saw  a  scary  bug  or  something,  right?  please  tell  me  you  just  saw  a  scary  bug.  ❜