#solace x harnier

[imagineelrios]

May I ask for Solace x Hernia, please?

The life of an El Master is always busy. 

Just after Ebalon finishes his night shift, Perrihart finds himself running to the library to grab a book for Ebalon, getting sent back to return it upon finding out it’s the wrong one, and then going back yet again after Denif chews them out for “bad work habits”. 

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he’s the youngest one on the job. Perrihart doesn’t know, and frankly, he doesn’t have time to know.

Ventus stops him before lunch to ask him to buy some sandwiches for the group, and Gaia asks him to pick up a coffee after he returns with the sandwiches. By the time he’s back with coffee, though, Rosso has already inhaled most of the sandwiches, quite unapologetically.

There’s more general chaos after lunch. A river in Bethma exploded, creating a waterfall that the people of the world below have taken to calling Bethagara Falls. Hamel is facing another coming tsunami - Perrihart glares particularly hard at Ebalon for this. And of course, Ruben is suffering from the harsh sunlight that only Perrihart can control.

Perrihart groans and begins manipulating the ancient arcane magic that moves the sky, slowly shifting the world from light to dark. Finally, his shift for the day is over. Ebalon comes back in, and Perrihart slinks out to the chamber of the El, ready to see his Lady.

Harnier smiles brightly as Perrihart walks into her chamber, where the heart of the El resides. “Welcome back, Perrihart,” she greets, reaching for his face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “How was your day?”

“Terrible,” he admits, “but at least I’m with you.”

From his bag, he retrieves a single packaged item and hands it to her.

“Do you want to share?”

Perrihart spends his free shift eating the last sandwich with Harnier, completely forgetting that he needs sleep, but it’s totally worth it.

[ainchase]

new ship: Elsword the Lad of El and Ain the Master of El

Ain: Elsword, you cannot stay here. The El... It... It will take you away from me. I cannot allow that. I can’t let that happen to you! Elsword: Ain... Ain: Let’s run away together. Leave all this behind. I can save you. Please... let me save you... Elsword: Ain, I have to do this. We sacrificed so much to get this far. If the world can be saved by me and me alone, without sacrificing anyone else... I’ll gladly do it. This is the world everyone dreamed of. Ain: Elsword... No... No! Can you hear yourself right now? You expect me to just stand and watch you lose yourself to the El? How can you do that to yourself? How can you... How can you do this to me...? Elsword: I’m sorry, Ain... I’m sorry... but... Ain: ...? Elsword: I hope you’ll stay by my side, Ain. That’s all I ask for...  Ain: ... Elsword... Elsword:  Please... let me do my part for the world.

[gemini-exe-blog]

They need happiness

[nomaejie]

from my pixiv U v U

[elsgraphics]

✦ EL MASTER ICONS  — solace tripped over his coat and they are all laughing at him.

350 x 350.

likes / reblogs appreciated!

request here.

(bonus: harnier is laughing too.)

[mykun]

I was bored New movie is coming guys

[xvlious]

If our characters cosplayed as Solace and Harnier/Hernia.

Xvl: I wanted to finish this by 10-6 and 10-7 release rip.

Please enlarge and click on the picture for much better quality.

[archekoeln]

myosotis

notes: hanahaki au x vacation prompt.

my entry for the halloween elforum fic thing. 

disclaimer: tw vomitting

characters: elesis, harnier, ventus, the priestesses, elsword  

They’ve all been tired lately, and how couldn’t they be, stripped bare from countless fights and invasions. Even her, the Red Knight, while thinking of her role in Elsword’s life as he continued to grow from a runt to a capable person, wanted nothing more to put her worries to rest, put her body far from training and fighting and terror. Just for a moment, a second even.

When Aisha proposed a vacation - to take it easy for a while, forget their troubles for a while - Elesis found herself wanting to visit Elrianode. It was odd that she would go there, of all places, when everyone else drifted towards Sander or Ruben or Hamel.

But they let her go alone anyway. Elsword had asked her why, before she left. She said something about a feeling. She didn’t really know. She also told him not to worry about her, grasping his shoulder comfortingly.

"I’ll be fine. Don’t worry, don’t worry!"

Elesis found herself at the very edge of Elysion, steps away from Elrianode's entrance. She waited.

Elrianode eventually let her in.

Her time was spent talking to the priestesses, trading stories and beliefs. They were still there, all of them, along with the El Masters. Along with the El Lady. They tell her about the antics that occurred between the masters, as silly as it sounded. They tell her about themselves, about the world. Elesis laughed at everything, easing up to her surroundings. It was simple to do so. Everyone was so accepting, thankful for the El Search Party's help.

They didn't ask why she was the only one there.

At the behest of an energetic El Lady, Elesis visited her room.

They talked through the night, an abundance of silly stories filling the silence. Elesis shared her experiences to Harnier, even as the latter told her that she knew. But she listened anyway, giggled when she found something funny, frowned when it wasn't as funny.

There was something bewitching about the way Harnier turned towards Elesis, melancholy present in her eyes. Elesis noticed, and the thing she thought to ask in Harnier's room, alone with the El Lady, was where Master Solace was. The almost goddess had laughed at that, saying he's at Elysion. Something about apologizing. Something about getting back what was lost. Something, something that Elesis forgot after hours of sharing trivial and not so trivial things.

They forgot to sleep, but it was okay. The morning came with the sun, even with the absence of the Sun Master.

And with that morning, it started. It felt like nothing at first. Felt like a fly landing on skin, shifting against pores. But it persisted, and suddenly, there was an itch in Elesis' throat, insistent, ardent - and when Sasha gave her a glass of water, she greedily drank everything until the last drop. The look she got from the priestess and from the El Lady was nothing short of concerned, but she assured them that nothing was wrong.

"It's okay, I was just thirsty." Yes. That must be it. That could only be it.

Harnier flashed her a smile. Tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. "That's good. Drink some more if you need to."

The itch disappeared.

It started again when Elesis entered their shared common room, in a house far too large for ten people. It wasn't actually a house, but it functioned as one, so she supposed that the word fit perfectly.

She found Artea carrying a tray of freshly baked treats, with Ignia and Anduran behind her. It almost looked like Ciel lording his cookies over Lu and Add, which Elesis found hilarious. But she didn't laugh in response to that, couldn't, not when she felt the itch again, throat in mild agony as Harnier walked past, stopping to pluck a treat from Artea's tray ( at the indignant reaction of both Ignia and Anduran ).

Elesis' first instinct was to flee ( but why? ), as her throat constricted on itself and before a flurry of coughs could catch the attention of the other inhabitants of the room.

Too late.

Harnier moved past the priestesses to stand by Elesis' side. The knight was grateful even if the coughs only worsened ( because of? ). Harnier pressed a hand on Elesis' back, rubbed it gently, soothingly, cooing with each second. She asked for water from the priestesses and they complied. Elesis watched all of this unfold, blinking furiously, shame written on the edges of her mouth. Embarrassment.

Water satiated the itch, but she could feel it bubbling again, craving release. Elesis excused herself and returned to her room, waiting for it to come.

It never came.

A week passed. Elesis hadn't thought of going home yet. She hadn't coughed again after the last time.

But she also hadn't seen much of Harnier.

"She went to Elysion," Gloria said, "Checking up on Master Solace. She'll be back later, I think."

That was good, wasn't it? She loves Solace. She misses him.

The itch started to squirm within her lungs, at the thought. Elesis said her thanks to Gloria and left to go outside. A little bit of fresh air, or maybe she should've gotten a glass of water. She didn’t get that far when it turned into full-blown coughing, pain racking through her lungs, clawing their way out. Elesis doubled over, a hand covering her mouth. She felt something in it. Spitting, palm wet - it smelled like copper, tasted like copper.

When she checked, there was blood on her hand... and a small flower petal.

Blue. She blinked, crushing it in her hands. She needed water. She also needed to get away from there.

She didn’t know someone was watching her.

Harnier came back with Solace.

The coughing only got worse.

The petals only continued to multiply.

Master Ventus dropped by her room one afternoon.

"You don't need to hide it from me. I know."

His voice was soft and there was no judgment, just a quiet prodding. He sat there, silent, like a lamb, waiting, waiting, waiting until Elesis couldn't keep it to herself anymore. No judgment, no nothing - just confirmation - and when she nodded, he felt the air around them grow lighter. A burden lifted from her shoulders.

He understood. He understood completely because he didn't recoil in disgust, or shock, or even fury. Somehow, Ventus understood what was happening to Elesis, and somehow, Elesis found it in her to share what was happening.

The book he had with him was thick, cover worn from decades of use. Ventus opened it, flipping through pages. The smell was abundant, musty and old, aged with knowledge and time. He pushed it towards her, pointing at a particular paragraph.

"Hanahaki disease," he murmured, looking at the knight, something glinting in his eyes, "a disease born from one-sided love, where flowers grow in the afflicted’s lungs." He paused, a hand covering the graphic representation of a person drowning in lilies in the next page. "In its own way, it sounds romantic. Until it kills you, that is." The... joke, if it could be called that, hung awkwardly between them but it made Elesis smile all the same. He coughed. It lacked the wheezing Elesis had gotten used to.

She looked up, made a motion as though to explain... everything. But she couldn't really, so she just sighed, said, "I don't know. It just happened, when I got here.", with as much honesty as she could. She didn't sound like herself, the confident commander of the Red Knights, the self-assured older sister of Elsword. She sounded tired, sad, guilty. That’s right. She sounded guilty most of all. The feeling coiled in her throat, almost teasing, and she can’t help but wish it was Harnier in front of her now.

But that would’ve made her guiltier. But that would’ve coerced the feeling to grow even more.

At first, she tried to avoid Harnier. Spent more time with Ventus, with the other priestesses. Explored what she could of Elrianode. Entertain herself through whatever means she could think of.

But the El Lady was tenacious.

Harnier followed her when she wasn't doing anything, whispered apologies, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for choosing you. For almost taking you away.", provided her with warmth and tenderness, showered her with words of wit and praise. Even... even when Elesis would hide behind pillars to ease her throat, duck into bushes, escape the notice of Harnier when the sensation of choking would get the better of her. Convulsions beneath her neck that she wanted to scratch at, but didn't. She would run instead, find an empty room, consider her options.

Harnier was so understanding. Even when. Even then. "Drink some more, some medicine.", "Maybe we can get someone to look at you.", "This is getting worse.", "Did you not want your brother to see you like this?", and on, and on, and on.

She dreamed, one night, of white hair, of teal eyes, of soft hands attempting to hold her. A wispy, sort of existence, foggy, lingering between the cracks of her fingers when she tried to hold back. She breathed in, out, in, out - the hand turned to dust, scattering, surrounding her. Like butterflies, bright and glowing, flying around and around.

She would spin in a rondo, around and around like the butterflies, and when she looked down, her chest would be nothing but a gaping hole. But she’d continue spinning anyway.

Elesis woke up, bathing in a cold sweat.

It was a that dream again. The one she started having since Lanox.

This was supposed to be a vacation, a time to rest, recharge her passion. But it became something else, something unwanted. The trash bin next to her was overflowing with discarded tissues, tinted red. Blue flowers, forming clumps, stuffed into the deepest part, hidden from view. Maybe she should've never come here.

She considered going home.

Ventus approached her again, days later. He was smiling this time, good news at the tip of his tongue.

"It should go away," he said as a preamble, with Lincy perched on his shoulder, "provided you tell her."

She almost choked on the bread she'd been eating and it took a moment to calm herself. Arms wrapped protectively around her body - she's not shaking, she's not shaking. The thought of admitting it, to Harnier, was something she hadn't really thought of. Not to such a sweet person, overflowing with kindness and compassion, her sense of duty encompassing her life. Not to her. Not to someone who loved everyone to the best of her abilities and who loved one person unconditionally, despite his mistakes.

Someone she had been destined to replace.

Elesis felt her body quiver in fear - she didn't want to admit it, because she couldn't even admit it to herself. She shouldn’t even be feeling such things for her. She knew this. And yet, and yet! She couldn't control the urge. The thought to come clean hummed beneath her fingers tapping against skin, and her eyes darted away from her current companion. Endlessly, they rang, "What if she says no?" or, "What if she's disgusted?" or, "What if what if what if what if.".

She really didn't need reciprocation. She just needed to tell her. Elesis knew Harnier would never choose her. Did she even want that? No, no, no, of course not. But something’s pulling at her chest, and if she could rip apart skin, she would, just for her lungs to jut out, revealing sinew stitched together with flowers dyed red.

She just needed to tell her. And she ought to, even against her own conflicting judgment, warring for supremacy within the space between her head.

"Before I leave," she finally said to Ventus, "I'll do it before I leave."

Before she leaves didn't mean at once. But it did mean not to avoid Harnier anymore. Unfortunately, she had to come clean with the bloody flowers. Even the other priestesses noticed them now. Scattered all over, decorating any space hidden by a shadow.

It all trailed back to Elesis’ room. So she had to tell them.

She didn’t tell them how. Thank Elia that Ventus had hidden the book.

One night, Harnier visited her room.

Elation and dread pressed against the walls of her chest. Harnier was so bright, like the sun, shining high above her. But her countenance was different. Like she’d be eaten alive if she stayed standing by the door, like prey facing a predator.

Ragged breathing. Unsure posture. No eye-contact. She knew, or at least, suspected.

The itch was starting again. Elesis had been vomiting full clumps now, a handful of forget-me-nots, drenched in spit and blood. Water didn’t help what she’d just heaved onto the trash bin. To try drinking was an exercise in futility, as much as she wanted to reach for the cup by her bedside. And, well, she had to say something, because letting Harnier stand there, like an unappreciated guest, would only serve to worsen her condition.

Eventually, she said, "Come in."

Elesis watched as Harnier made her way towards the bed, sitting beside her. She smiled at the knight, but it dropped as soon as her eyes glanced at the trash bin, to the smudged red on Elesis' bed covers, to the longing spread taut across pallid features. "This started when I first possessed you, didn't it." It wasn't a question. The words were a mess, garbled, dripping regret. Harnier sounded sad, horrified even. "It's my fault. It's my fault. Let me help you, please."

Silence. Moments passed.

And then.

"I love you." Just like that - like picking out what to eat or mentioning something non-committal, Elesis finally said it. Whispered past pale hands, admitted beside the warm light of a candle, beside the blindingly bright Harnier. It was a testament to how much Harnier knew when she didn't react outwardly, opting to remain silent. Elesis continued, "Or, or, I don't know. Do I? This," a hand of hers, laid on her chest, signaling the flowers growing in her, "this'll kill me if I don't tell you."

She sounded greedy, desperate, and, truthfully, she was. She could've just left, said her goodbyes, but Ventus had warned her that it might not go away if she'd did so. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder.", he had said to her.

Under the surface, something stirred. Something like, rejection hurt, something like, she didn’t want to impose this burden on Harnier, something like, she didn’t want to admit this. At the same time, she wasn't looking for Harnier to return her feelings. All she had was the resolve to push through with her admission, no hope, nothing of the sort lingering with her words.

But when their lips met, touching suddenly, when the female leaned towards her, Elesis couldn't help herself. Eyes closed, she leaned back into them, something missing put in place. The room felt a little bigger, less suffocating, and the coppery scent faded, replaced by a sweetness she couldn’t explain. It was just a small peck, and it was awkward, like it was both their first. It was like falling, dropping from five stories to a bed of flowers, and when she turned, the other was laughing. Confusion spread throughout her features, incomprehensible reaction regardless. It was like barring her soul for a small chance, the smallest miracle to occur, and failing even then, left to starving cats, to be devoured and feasted upon. She'd thought of hope, even when she told herself there wasn't any. It was like that sensation of just being whole, pieced together to form a full picture.

It was a moment of pure elation and pure dread. It felt like hours - it probably would have been hours, had the other not pulled away. Elesis opened her eyes to a smiling Harnier, felt her lips blistering even at that soft graze, felt her heart loudly protesting at the abrupt end - thumping, thrashing about the flowers wrapped delicately across her rib cage. She could feel her stomach lurch, and before she could run to the trash or elsewhere, bile, blood and flowers forced itself from her mouth. Every other second was punctuated with coughing, with a hand soothingly massaging her back.

"I know. Or, well, I knew," Harnier's voice hitched as she watched Elesis expel fluids and flora, "since the beginning. But I didn't think that," that this, probably, would happen,"you'd feel it so, so strongly... for the flowers to manifest." She swept the younger female in a hug, let the words fall into a rhythm with her breathing, soft and controlled. Elegant, divine, even despite the circumstance. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I should've done something. I should've."

She continued to murmur beside Elesis. Continued to grasp her hand, rub her back. On and on and on, until the knight stopped. Until the knight rested her head on Harnier's shoulder, mumbling softly, "This is enough. Thanks. This is fine. This is alright." repeatedly.

Blood dribbled from her chin, but Elesis smiled all the same. Something in her, once flailing helplessly, now settled quietly.

Maybe tonight, she's fall asleep in peace.

When Elsword came to pick up his sister, at the request of Ventus, he was a little shocked. Elesis didn't need picking up. Usually, it was her job to pick him up whenever he landed any trouble. Trepidation caught in his throat when Elrianode came into view, but the entourage greeting him dispelled the worry.

Elesis was there, waiting, alongside the other priestesses and masters. He could see her smile even from afar and he broke into a sprint, stopping once he was at arm’s length. A hug, greetings, goodbyes - Elesis lingered longest by the El Lady’s side, Elsword noticed, though he didn't question why - and before they knew it, the siblings were off.

"You really should have come with us to Hamel. Did you enjoy your vacation here though?" He asked, watching her as they strolled past Judge's Sanctuary.

She hummed out a reply, carefree smile still in place, saying, "I'm fine Elsword," she can’t help but let out a guffaw, teeth showing as she added, "and actually, I really needed the visit. It cleared my mind off some things. Are we going to meet up with the others somewhere?"

He nodded.

"They're still at Hamel. You have to do the dares."

A pause. He could see her eyebrows furrowing at his words.

"Dares?"

Laughter. From him first, and then she joined in. Whatever problem she'd been thinking, it seemed to have cleared up. He was glad for that, at least.

"Hehe- You'll see, big sis!"

[elsword-confessions]

I need a way to kill Solace in Phase 2 within the remaining seconds... But... How... I need that Nocturn of Hernia!

Hello Anon, this one is a bit difficult to answer but here are some general tips and advice we can offer you:

If you can, try to set up a pre-made party so that everyone knows what to do, and you aren’t dealing with the chaos of random queue members. Coordination is key.

Light orbs are great to bring as they heal everyone periodically. Try to get everyone in your party to bring light orbs and alternate between tossing them.

Avoid heavy damaging burst-type skills if you can. Solace reflects all attacks back to their dealer, so it is very easy to die if you use a strong skill. Multi-hitting weaker skills are ideal as they give chip away health and give you time to recover.

Try not to focus on regular Z/X attacks too much. You’ll want to unload as many skills as you can before Solace reaches his knockdown limit and escapes.

If you can afford one, an extended quick slot greatly helps. Make sure to bring plenty of healing items. Consumables that can heal a large amount of health and mana are ideal (Complete Recovery Potions, Organic Apples, Advanced Vitality Potions, etc.)

Similarly, as Solace is completely immune to debuffs, don’t worry about bringing items such as water orbs or wind orbs.

Although a bit unpleasant to say, having a strong weapon definitely makes the fight easier. Similarly, make sure to invest in your critical and maximize stats to fully maximize your damage output.

Make sure everyone in the party understands their role, and how to counter Solace’s attacks and Judgement skills. Every player death in phase 2 heals Solace by roughly 2 bars, so it is important that everyone stays alive.

Watch videos of how others fight him. You might be able to learn something beneficial!

And of course, keep trying and don’t give up! The Nocturne of Harnier is very rare, but it will drop. You can do this!

We hope this answers your question. If the Eltag has any other tips for defeating Solace in phase 2, feel free to reblog this post.

– Mod Rozen

[imagineelrios]

Solace x Harnier. Cute short scenario after Harnier weak up.

“Harnier…!” Solace whispers as he watches Harnier open her eyes. It’s been so long since he saw her light blue eyes open. It was centuries after he took her to Adrian after his plan to take her away had succeeded. Now, he can finally talk to her.

“Perri…hart?” she murmurs hoarsely, placing her shaking hand onto his cheeks. “What happened? I thought…I thought Lady Ishmael took me…”

Solace shakes his head and hugs her tightly. “That night, I took you away before the ceremony could finish. I really didn’t want you to disappear from my eyes because I want you to stay by my side.”

Harnier smiles slowly and returns his hug. “I’m back Perrihart.”

“I know….I know.” He smiles widely, burying his face onto her neck.

[ainchase]

Who’s more obsessed? Solace or Ain?

Perihart Solace is obsessed with Harnier so much that for Harnier, he

kills his own family member,

is willing to abandon his own family,

is willing to throw the balance of the world off,

becomes something he never gave a shit about,

comes up with a way for the world to live without the El - something no one has ever done for centuries - in just a couple of years,

fights 5 other Masters + army of priests and wins

travels to another dimension to preserve her comatose body

singlehandedly stops meteor shower in exchange for that technology

literally takes over the heart of Elysion

creates a diceon device to replicate the original Giant El with el energy so vast that those who felt the original El’s wave before recognizes it as similar energy howthefuck so we won’t have to sacrifice anyone ever again

Final Score: Get a life Solace, life is about more than just one girl

Ainchase Ishmael is obsessed with Elsword so much that for Elsword, he

sticks up for Elsword even though clearly, he’s done nothing good,

calls everyone by their stereotypical nickname BUT Elsword’s,

looks for Elsword as the first thing he cares about in times of emergency,

makes it clear that he didn’t give a shit about anyone else when the airship fell and was only concerned about Elsword’s safety,

is determined to help Elsword become stronger,

goes out of his way to make sure he is unharmed,

is anxious to be by Elsword’s side as often as possible,

I understand this is for his own survival but the way he frantically tries to be by his side all the time is an obsessive behavior in my eyes lol - and why are you taking this seriously

frantically tries to stop Elsword from trying to handle all the demons by himself,

gets angry at Elsword for risking his life and not cherishing it,

apologizes to Elsword for not being much of a help

now, if you know how much of an asshole he can be to everyone else, this is a noteworthy point

becomes extremely wary of strangers getting close to Elsword claiming to be his help

becomes extremely depressed that Elsword does not need his help anymore

lets Elsword decide the fate of the world and his existence

I know Ain doesn’t have much choice in this but when was the last time you showed this much faith and conviction in a person 

Final Score: Ain you’re totally feeding the Elsword x Ain all by yourself

Winner: Solace

And he literally tries to move heaven and earth for Harnier’s sake. You can even say that from the moment he realized Harnier is a Rubenian like himself, his entire reason for living is to make sure Harnier is safe. Nobody can get on Solace’s level when it comes to unhealthy obsession with the one he cares about.

[gemini-exe-blog]

This precious couple needs love ♡

[nomaejie]

Modern AU  (￣﹃￣)

[imagineelrios]

solace x harnier nsfw?

“Iknow you love her, but it is sonot safe to try and break into the tower of the El Lady.”

Solaceheld his chin up in defiance, determined not to listen to Ebalon.  “Ihave a plan!  Don’t worry!”

“…Yourplan consists of rappelling up the tower and using a nail file to sawaway the bars on her windows.  The tower is too high for a rope. There are no bars on her windows.  I don’t think you’ve thought thisthrough.  Besides, you’re an El Master.  If you get caught doing thisby anyone but the rest of us, you’re pretty much dead to the world.”

Solacegrimaced.  Rosso, passing by, grinned.

“Iknew young'uns got up to stuff that’s not safe to talk about at work,but this didn’t cross my mind when imagining those scenarios,” heteased.  Solace and Ebalon both stared.

“Wasthat a pun?”

“You…imagine those scenarios?”

Rossoshot fingerguns at them both, grinned, and ran.

[imagineelrios]

Solace x Harnier fluff~~~♡ ^^ Thank you~

Harnier hums merrily, picking up the flowers to create the perfect crown for Solace. Solace, on the other hand, waited for her within an shaded area. 

They are in a field which is located outside of their home, but close enough to sneak back in without getting caught. Solace asked her why she didn’t do this in the gardens and Harnier told him that it felt cramped there.

“Harnier, are you going to be done?” Solace grumbles out.

“Yes! Just a little more…” Harnier raises the complete flower crown in victory. “Done!” She runs over to Solace and places it on his head gently. 

Solace blushes lightly. “It’s really…well made…”

“Do you like it?”

“If its made by you…then yes.”

Harnier giggles in excitement and ran off deep into the fields to collect more flowers. 

Solace could only watch her contently.

[ainchase]

You know what really sucks about Perihart x Harnier

Harnier lost some of her memories because of the Giant El and it was one of the major reasons why she didn’t choose to run away with Perihart when he told her there’s a way for her to escape her fate without putting entire Elrios in danger; she wouldn’t even remember Perihart even if they do run away together.

but she was also losing her emotions

Happiness? Joy? Sadness? Fear?

LOVE?

No memories... or emotions left for Perihart...?

She was literally on the road to being an empty shell of herself. What if even after Solace saves her and Harnier wakes up from her coma, she doesn’t have anything left for him? I know she asked Elsword to help Solace... briefly, but. I just can’t help but continue thinking about how tragic it is for Solace, to have someone whom you cherish more than anything in the world to forget about you and have no feelings for you whatsoever.  

I also did a 3 simple spread tarot reading for Harnier earlier this month and these 3 were her cards for Situation, Action and Outcome.

I’ve had a hard time trying to understand these because um... This sounds like her past...? Or what happened to her already? What was the most concerning was her Outcome card, which was Ten of Wands @_@;;;;;;;;;;;;

Situation: Page of Wands

Creative, passionate, confident, assured and assertive. A messenger.

Action: XIV Death

Closing the door to the past and opening a new one, going through transition, changing status, shedding the old and excess, inexorable forces and sweeping changes.

Outcome:  Ten of Wands

Burdened with overwhelming responsibility, being held accountable, doing things the hard way.

...

HARNIER T-T