"You have packs of dogs, flocks of birds, and prides of lion. But what do you call a gathering of unicorns?"
"A glory."
Welcome to A Glory of Unicorns, a multifandom multimuse blog. Due to the nature of the blog, navigation is very important! All important links can be found below.
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Affiliated with @serandipity for all fandoms and verses.
Edit 10.12.25 - Rules have been trimmed, active muses have been edited, and the full muse list has been linked.
Fandoms are:
Videogame: Fatal Frame, Fire Emblem, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Legend of Zelda, MegaMan/X, Persona, Pokemon, Rune Factory, Silent Hill, Sonic, Tales Of)
Mobile version of the muse list and rules all beneath the cut!
. Rule #1 .
I am mutuals only and, unless I already know you, I will very very very rarely follow first. I apologize if this is a problem. Please don’t hesitate to follow me! I promise I do not bite. Also, I do not send in passwords.
. Rule #2 .
I will only write with people who are 18 or older.
. Rule #3 .
Treat me the same way you’d want to be treated. Do not push for a ship, do not push for me to reply, do not god mode, etc etc. I feel I really don’t have to spell most of this out because this should all be basic RP etiquette already.
Oh! Also trim your posts and do not reblog asks! Always create a new thread if responding to an ask!
And don’t reblog memes or images from me; reblog from the source.
. Rule #4 .
I function almost exclusively off of the queue. This does mean it may be days, even weeks, before a post I write actually… posts. To try to make up for this, if I am caught up I will make posts asking if anyone would like their thread spat out early.
. Rule #5 .
Please leave fandom drama at the door!
Some of the fandoms I write in are notorious for having… contentious views over specific characters, and I do not wish to partake in this. I like my muses, I like writing them, and I will continue to write them. Additionally, I will be writing darker topics (they all will be tagged and under readmores).
If you feel the need to police me for my muses or for the content that I write, I will block you.
. Rule #6 .
With the exception of a few, all muses are written as being over 18. This includes muses who may not be canonically that age, but will be with time. All interactions with them being over 18 are set after their canon events. If this bothers you, do not follow me.
. Rule #7 .
I adore shipping and will be posting a shipping call on my actual blog that will detail my guidelines in more detail. But, to suffice - unless a muse is private (or under the age of 18), consider them shippable! Almost all muses can safely be assumed to be bisexual as well, with only one or two exceptions.
I have two cats. I've talked about them quite freely here, and they often appear as the pets of whatever muse I have most strongly attached myself to - most recently being Akechi. 'Big and Little'. Kali and Jessie.
Kali and Jessie are sisters, or… mother and daughter? I don't know. I adopted them in 2018, when Kali was 8 and Jessie was 4. Adopted is really too strong of a word though as it's more that they were forced upon me. I had lost my cat just a few weeks before starting a new job, and in some strange twist of fate one of my fellow trainees decided it was appropriate to tell me 'adopt her cats or they'll go to a kill shelter'.
I didn't want cats. I didn't want two of them. But what else could I say?
I was certain I had made a mistake at first. Jessie was too clingy and Kali lived in a corner of my closet for months. But… time passed, we all grew used to each other, and I've never been more glad to make an impulsive decision in my life.
Kali is 16 now, and Jessie 12.
I took them to the vet on Saturday. Not even a week ago. In the back of my mind, I knew that it was possible I was going to get some bad news about Kali. She's old. And it would… It was something I thought I would be able to be prepared for. There's always that concern, right? Just because you're worried about it doesn't mean it's going to happen.
They got their blood drawn. Tested. And on Wednesday I got a call telling me that Jessie had an extremely rare and aggressive form of cancer that was going to kill her in 6 to 8 months.
It… still doesn't feel real. She acts perfectly healthy. She shows no symptoms. She had her first chemotherapy treatment yesterday. For cats, it's just trying to manage their pain with chemo and not actually getting rid of the cancer. It was just a pill.
It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair. She's the younger one. She's the one who was going to be there after Kali passed. She was going to keep teaching Sera's cat how to be a cat. She was going to teach her other cats how to be a cat. She…
Time to queue up the standard 'why I'm not here' post.
The TL;DR: I am not capable of writing right now, and I do not know when I will be. and I am also unsure of what writing will look like for me in the future. There is a desire to return to tumblr, but that's about all I can say.
So. The non-tl;dr version is still… going to be very abbreviated. I don't owe anyone an explanation of where I've been, and equally none of you have to really uh… care. This probably sounds mean and it's not meant to, my headspace is just tired.
A couple major life events have happened and are still in the process of happening. Bad ones. Some involve Sera, and are not my place to talk about. The two that I can are: I was in a car accident (I am fine apart from some bruising on one leg) that took my car out of commission, and one of my doctor's has been fucking up my medication making me unable to get medication I need to function. The car situation sucks but is… being resolved. The other driver was found 100% at fault. I'll get my car back soon. The medication issue has been horrific and has been messing me up mentally and physically and I feel at my wit's ends knowing that I may not be able to continue on a medication that has, without exaggeration, given me my life back simply because my doctor decided to have typos all over her appeal and is refusing to acknowledge her mistakes. If this occurs, I... I really don't know what I'll do.
Writing is hard right now. The thoughts are there, but the focus isn't, or sometimes it's the reverse, or sometimes it's just that the words are gone. It's difficult to explain and also upsetting. Writing used to be the thing I could proudly state I could do, and over the past several years that's slowly been stripped away from me to where I am now.
I'm also… I have no idea how to even return. I feel like it's been too long and that I can't come back. There was a best by date for me, and that date has passed, and now I need to accept that I just have to leave. Logically I can say this is a mindset born from depression and anxiety, but it's still a very… loud and forceful mindset.
As said in the tl;dr, I don't know when I'll be back and I don't know what that will look like. I want to return, but I can't even begin to say I will until life calms down.
I'm sorry. I know I've just been disappointing everyone with every post I make.
Sheik relished in the sensations of holding Shi close and the taste of his flesh.
How many ways did he want to? That was hard to answer because he was always thinking of new ways he could eat Shi. It was a little awful to admit how many intrusive thoughts he had of the ways he could tear into the others flesh and consume while Shi whined and begged for more.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
Shi's question was posed and Sheik blinked, "Do you want to try? Isn't the trope in novels that the vampire can get drunk? Or is this just a chance to get me to fuck you while you're drunk?"
"Would you turn down either opportunity?" It was Shi's turn to give Sheik an incredibly knowing look, expression as close to placid as he could manage at the moment despite their current position. He could try to play coy, but Shi knew that he was just as into this as he was.
Getting drunk wasn't something that Shi did lightly... if at all. It happened once and the experience was awful. The connection he had to his magic hadn't been severed, but it felt like he was trying to reach for it through a thick, hazy wall. It had left him feeling both sick and frightened and he had never tried it after.
But he could get drunk, and Sheik couldn't.
"Maybe not drunk. But I could have a glass and we could see." The Fortemps served wine with every meal, so Shi doubted it'd be very hard to get his hands on some.
The more time stretched between them, the more the very idea felt silly. Shi found himself chewing on his lower lip before laughing almost nervously. "It was just an idea. You... don't get to experience things like that. If you have alcohol, it has no effect on you. But maybe if it was in my blood it might?"
He had been expecting something saucy like Joshua sucking his dick, but instead Mario Kart was thrown on the table. Dion blinked by the perceived tonal whiplash from the sudden proposal.
Did he even have his switch plugged in? He never really played it. He bought it on a whim just to have it. Had Joshua plugged it in when he hadn't been paying attention?
Dion blinked.
"I mean. I suppose that's fine. I've... uh... never played Mario Kart before. I own it, but I just bought it to have it. I never really played it."
Dion did that a lot where he just bought something on a whim to have it. He didn't like to think too much about his impulsive spending-- especially when he was having an episode.
"I can buy any other games from the shop too and watch you play too. I'm not... very good at video games."
Dion's answer didn't surprise, or phase, Joshua. When he had done his snooping - only a little, and not for any nefarious purposes of course - he had noted that nearly everything of Dion's was untouched. Books on a bookcase? The spines showed no sign of being opened, the pages were all still completely crisp. Bottles and jars of unopen beauty products in the bathroom cabinet, neatly organized with nothing that was expired, but nothing was opened. Blu-rays that were still sealed shut.
Finding the gaming consoles had been momentarily exciting; the thought that maybe it would give him a small glance into something Dion truly enjoyed had been foolishly there. But, like everything else, they were clearly untouched. Never turned on, never logged in, and the games never opened.
It had been a risk when he had decided to actually set at least one of them up, but Dion hadn't noticed, or just hadn't cared. Joshua didn't have a lot of experience playing video games either, but they always seemed fun. People would talk about losing time to them, so in theory that would be a good distraction.
"Neither am I. But I think the point of them is to play and get better." Joshua smiled at Dion as he let his hand move down his arm before gently gripping his wrist. He tugged gently as he stepped back, trying to get Dion to walk with him out to the living room.
"You're good at anything you try. I'm sure you'll be good at this. And I don't think it'd be any fun playing if you're just sitting there radiating anxiety. Just... try? For me?"
The last part slipped out before Joshua could catching himself. For him. Right. There was no reason for Dion to do anything for him. They had a transactional relationship where Joshua was useful to him. Nothing more.
"Where the hell is that coming from?" No, forget the investigation and playful instinct to be a fledgling anthropologist without any proper training. Oh, he had training to take the things. But study was out of the question, curiosities aside. Of which he had many. The one now at the front was what this comment was. "I didn't even share the compliments outside of... ah fuck, forget it."
Ruto was already moving along the hall, and it was all Wylan could do to keep up. His attire was far different from the usual. Can't exactly wear your favorite coat and a vest strapped with sharp pokey things when exploring a subterranean fish bowl, now can you? It wasn't Ruto-made, but the reinforced wetsuit had already served him well enough to follow the Zora. We won't discuss abilities to keep pace outside of the land. A magic scale clipped onto a charm on his wrist afforded only some capability.
"Are you sure you're not confusing the words you like to describe me with? I swear. I swear I've heard some of em before. You've definitely called me annoying and inconvenient, you just did it when we swam through the lake and I hit that rock! Ah, but you haven't called me needy... you should. I totally am."
He wishes that his brand of humor had a little more effect than it usually did. If she was amused by his proclivity for self-deprecation and redirection, she was diverting it better than he could dream of accomplishing himself. The frustration over that isn't something he hides. A grit of the teeth and a roll of the eyes as his tone and posture change, upping the pace to come beside her. Leaving the items behind.
"And- neither of us are perfectly kind to others around us, now are we?" He offers to her last statement. Pausing, then letting something else slip. "You don't want to let anyone prove anything to you, huh. Well. Be that as it may, I want to be here. Not everyone can say they've visited all the temples. And I've seen a couple others. Though... this is the first one I've been inside of."
It was the first thought that came to her mind, one that Ruto found herself having to bite back to keep from voicing out loud. Technically, he did; her father has requested it, and as long as he was alive and still the King of the Zora then even Ruto would have to listen to him. She was just the Princess, even if more and more of the daily tasks and duties were starting to be taken over by her.
And of course he was required. He was the mercenary, the one with the blade and the skill to keep her safe. What would the spoiled zora princess know about self defense? More than you would think.
But that wasn't prim nor proper, and it especially was not lady like.
"The temples aren't meant to be visited by most. The heat from the Death Mountain volcano would kill you before you even got into the Fire Temple, and I know that the Kokiri have plenty of ghosts and skeletons that guard the Forest Temple." That wasn't even mentioning the literal death traps that were inside the Shadow Temple, or the sandstorm that had to be dealt with when trying to get to the Spirit Temple.
It was a toss-up over which was easier, this or the Forest Temple. The Forest but... it wasn't impossible for even a Hylian to learn to hold their breath long enough to swim down into the Water Temple, and through the long tunnel that served as its first hallway.
Of course, there were always options to made holding their breath easier, or even made it a complete non-issue. Zora-made armor allowed the wearer to breath underwater as if they were a Zora themselves. Wylan wasn't wear exactly that, but it was curious enough that Ruto found herself glancing at him for a moment. "Just because I would use a word to describe you doesn't mean you wouldn't also use that word to describe me. It's how I know you've actually heard those terms before, and might even know what they mean."
And a pause.
"... Where did you get your... outfit from? I can't imagine it was from a zora."
Vaux eyes his company closely, watching the change of his expression, how it appeared as if he was in deep thought - and the words that accompanied we're certainly thought provoking. Was quiet enough to make one happy? Perhaps once upon a time, Vaux wouldn't have thought so but as of late, with the dire turn of his health and the woe he found surrounding... he had grown very appreciative of simple quiet.
He may not have said anything for the moment, but Vaux's eyes were remarkably knowing despite not knowing much at all. There was something in the way Joshua held himself, something in the way he sat that told that the illness he spoke of was more than just that. He didn't feel the need to pry, the need to press for further information - - he simply gave a smile that wasn't pitiful or aught like that... but instead one that just understood, to a degree.
"...I hope, whatever it is, treats you more kindly." Vaux was just a tailor - or had been - he likely wouldn't understand aught too complicated. But he could give some well wishes; it likely wouldn't do much, no, but the thought was there. "Life can be terribly cruel." Just as it could be beautiful, sometimes.
"But for this evening... perhaps you'd join me for a little something to eat inside the inn? I don't doubt you'll be off early come the morn and should rather like to enjoy your company for a smite longer." Just in case it was the last time.
Despite his own sour thoughts, Joshua wasn't sure he would agree with the idea that life was cruel. Cruelty had intentionality behind it, and life simply just was. People were cruel, but life was neither good nor bad, just what people made of it.
It would not be... untrue to say that the events of his own life might have seemed crueler than most, though, and Joshua often had to force himself to remember that there was good in the world, and people who did care for him. Jote, for one... Jote as the only person. Cyril cared for the power that resided within him, and hardly for the person himself.
That was fine, though. Just one was enough.
At Vaux's request, Joshua nearly turned him down reflexively. He should have been leaving tonight, not staying somewhere that would only cause Jote to become more concerned for him. But even as he opened his mouth, he could tell that leaving now was out of the question. Even if Joshua was able to walk to the edge of the village, he'd likely collapse before he was able to reach the meeting point with Jote.
"I fear I may need to take you up on that offer." The mug of tea felt like it had gone cold in his hands, though it was more likely that Joshua himself was starting to run hot. Another sip before he forced a smile as he glanced over at Vaux. "I will repay you, I promise. My impulsive decision may have taken more out of me than I realized, though."
And a pause.
"Is there an inn here? I do not wish to put anyone out were I to spend the night here."
He wasn't about to enact murder onto his own self - irregardless of what may occur. He did agree in a way towards his past self - that, yes, he had gotten knocked off the course of things. But really, he had found a semblance of .. peace within the chaos that was life.
He didn't budge from his spot. His mouth opened to speak, about to speak his piece, to convince somehow --
But steps were heard.
A slide of the balcony door was heard, and out came out the spikey-haired master, and Xehanort immediately stepped forward to keep Eraqus safe. He feared the worst could happen - and he wasn't wrong in thinking it could happen a second time.
A puzzled expression dipped onto the other master's face. "Xehanort -"
"You should leave, Eraqus,'' Xehanort said, tone quick but cold. Threads of worry easily shined through, however.
There was no use of hiding the other twin standing there, and the grey-and-black-haired master's brows angled downwards. "..What is the meaning of this? Is this somehow.. part of your .. plan?''
Xehanort's jaw clenched. "..It's hard to explain."
He had wondered why his dreams had been plagued with visions of a specter from his past. He had wondered why that specter seemed equally insistent that he was anything more than just the fragmented parts of Xehanort's own memory of his past. He had seemed almost desperate to be believed that there was more to him than just being a fragmentary ghost-
And now Xehanort understood.
He had just a moment to make a decision on what to do. Any longer, and his other would have a way to counter him.
The lunge forward was aimed at Eraqus, not his other self. It was only at the last moment that he turned, one foot planted firmly on the floor as the other slammed against the other's chest.
A darkness corridor was summoned behind Eraqus. Xehanort lunged forward, grabbing one arm to drag him into it while closing the portal behind them.
It would only be a matter of moments before they were followed - which was why a parting gift was left behind. Another portal, another swirl of magic, and the familiar form of Terra appeared. The silver hair and yellow eyes made it clear just what - or who - was inside of him, however, as did the dead-eyed near manic look in his eyes.
"I'd ask questions but... I think it's just better if I do what I'm meant for." Not-Terra spoke in such a casual, off-hand manner that it was easy to miss the keyblade summoned into his hand. Not the No Name, though it was reminiscent of it. Gold, red, and black with the ever-watching eye sat above the teeth of the weapon.
"... You look just him. This... will be very cathartic."
While Epona was clearly distressed, she didn't make to bolt. The time that had been spent between mare and rider had been enough to forge a bond of trust between them, and as long as Link wasn't signalling for her to start to run then there was trust that she was safe, that nothing would happen to her.
For a moment Link thought about simply mounting her and having her run. But... they would have to get lucky, extremely so, to have her avoid every pitfall in the woods. Epona was a surefooted mare, but even she would have difficulty barreling through the forest. If a leg was caught on some roots or branches, or slipped into a hole, and if she fell and hurt herself then...
Link let out a slow exhale that might have had a slight shake to it. His sword wasn't sheathed, but as he drew in another breath he straightened and forced his arm down. Armed and still wary, but not looking to outright attack the speaker.
Blue eyes shifted as his gaze flicked up, scanning the trees to try to see any sign of the other.
I can't talk. The thought practically echoed in his own mind with a surprising amount of bitterness, and for a moment Link's grip tightened on the hilt of his blade. He couldn't talk. Couldn't write. Hyrule's savior had only been able to make his way around thanks to the aid of an overly talkative fairy who was gone now.
The fact that the shadow of himself could speak was certainly curious, but Link wasn't sure what to try to make of that.
But if he was a shadow of him, if they were connected, then there had to be a way for them to communicate.
If I can't talk, how are you expecting me to respond to you? And a small wave of his free hand. You're too far away to gesture to. Just come down and fight me, bully.
The keybearer felt the dark magic strain as she tried to keep the Invisible shadow trapped in place. The creature struggled immensely to break free of the ice and the thorny vines. The magic needed to last just a little longer.
As G'raha's arrow struck true, Selena turned away, bracing herself for the inevitable energy burst. When she returned her gaze, the keybearer found herself dumbfounded, seeing half of its body decimated by the explosive spell. As what remained of its body and its blade dissolved, Selena released the spell, letting the vines fall and fade.
"Whoa..." She straightened up and tugged her sleeve down to hide her burn injury her arm. While the keybearer didn't see a heart float up to the skies this time, she was certain the monster was gone. I'm glad I didn't need to use Sonnelion's power...
His plan, one that didn't involve and didn't resort to relying on the power or knowledge of the Exarch, worked.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, G'raha could have sworn he heard (or felt?) the other let out a sigh. Whether it was from disappointment or a belief that this was only delaying the inevitable, or maybe just of relief was unknown - and it was soft enough that it might not have even been there. After another moment the presence vanished entirely, and G'raha found himself once again alone with his thoughts.
Turning back to face the other, he caught sight of her tugging at her sleeve but didn't ponder on the gesture. There was more than enough energy buzzing in the air after what just happened, making it hard to focus on one small gesture. "I must admit, I hadn't entirely thought that my plan would work." It felt a little foolish to be admitting that, but with the danger passed it felt better to do that instead of pretending he had been certain of their success.
Now that the threat of imminent death had (hopefully) passed, and the battle adrenaline was slowly fading into jittery giddiness, G'raha was able to really see the absurdity of the situation. While he had seen the young woman before, they weren't well acquainted.
"You're, uh, you're Selene I believe? I don't think we've actually ever been properly introduced."
So hi, it's me, Benji. The author of this disaster I call a blog. I haven't really been around recently. My queue has been going, but I have not been here.
There's a couple of reasons why. As indicated with the bad above joke, depression has been a big, big part of it. Writing has been hard, and my brain is not kind. If I'm not writing I'm not getting caught up, and if I'm not caught up I don't deserve to Do Anything.
I don't know if I can ever get caught up, and this does stress me out.
Sera has recommended doing a complete reset/restart of my blog, and there is something sort of attractive about the thought of that. But that also feels like... throwing out a lot of things I don't want to. There's a middle ground somewhere but I'm not sure what it is or how to get there. Not yet.
Right now I just want to see if I can just be here without it feeling overwhelming.
What does this mean for you? Well, uh... I am going to force myself to actually look at the notes of this post and, to prove it, I am going to make myself reply and interact with anyone who comments. But you don't have to! I can't ask people to do something I struggle to do myself.
I want to try to write, but I also want to try to reach out to people I know I still actively want to write with just to see how we're both feeling.
Well that was kind of a picture of Blues. Top couldn't help but give a small snort at the fact the cat definitely wanted some attention. At least Top was hoping that was the case and not Blues completely trying to avoid the camera.
It would be a bit until a new text came through. It was an older picture of Top holding onto a large tiger like cat.
[text] you just reminded me of my Tama.
[text] miss them. somebody destroyed them though.
[text] I'm sure you know who that was.
Oof. What had been meant as just a silly picture had turned into something much more serious. While Blues had been posing as 'Break Man' during the times that Rock had been up against Top, he hadn't been that familiar with Top himself. If he had known he had a cat...
It was hard to call Tama a cat though. More like tiger, or just beast.
[text] Do you still have his I.C. chip?
The integrated circuit was essentially the cognition of any robot. Not all robots had them; the 'masters' did, as well as Blues himself and Rock and Roll. Light had put one in Rush and Tempo and Beat. That didn't mean that Tama would have one, but since Wily did seem to just copy Light's designs, Blues felt like it was a safe bet to make.
If Top had that chip, it was just a matter of remaking Tama's body. Since he hadn't done that yet, Wily probably didn't care enough to let him do that. Unfortunately for Wily, there was another scientist who had a lab full of spare parts that would welcome Blues with open arms-- and he wasn't thinking about Light.
[text] Unrelated but have you ever been to Russia?
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The question was so ridiculous, so absurd, that Rex actually found himself hesitating before answering. His mouth opened, but nothing came out - just a pause as he let his eyes narrow as he tried to work out how this was a trap (because it had to be one). What was Alta planning, and how was he about to fall face-first into her plan?
He wasn't in his room for once, having been granted a rare chance to get some fresh air. Rex had jumped at the chance, even if he had to be watched over by the Warrior of Light to ensure he didn't do something stupid like try to run off, and even if he was limited to the bounds of Werlyt. There weren't many places for him to go, but he could be outside and actually enjoy the sunlight.
Mouthing off and saying something stupid, then, would likely result in this small privilege being taken from him without any consideration of when it would return. Bad; he didn't want that. But the thought of lying and pretending like he would jump at the opportunity without the money being involved left him feeling like there was something rotten squirming in his throat, begging to be freed.
Rex coughed after a long moment before giving a slight shake of his head. "Of course not." His voice was almost brisk when he finally replied, and, after a moment of glancing around to see if Gaius was lurking in the shadows, Rex finally allowed his gaze to land squarely on Alta. "I would hardly need so much of an offer."
Exposed fingers curl tightly around the deep violet grip of her rapier as it hangs sheathed at her hip.There is a jerk of her wrist as she battles the temptation to draw her weapon – it would be so easy to pull the blade and rest it at his throat. Make him rethink his words. Then again, he wasn’t exactly living, was he? He wasn’t made of flesh and blood and born into this world in the same way she was. He’d been created by Ganondorf in ways she did not yet understand. Would something as simple as her blade even be a threat to him? Could he fear for his life?
Should she choose to dwell on such thoughts for too long, she might find her head beginning to pound. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you chose to look at it), she did not have time to dawdle and mull over such possibilities when they still stood amidst a killing field.
Should her endeavors to bind the shadow being to herself prove successful, the princess would find another time to drag his face through the dirt until he reconsidered his words – or at the very least apologized.
A sharp hiss of distaste slides through gritted teeth, fingers curling tight around her rapier until the color leeches from flesh, leaving only ivory knuckles in its wake. The male was demanding and rash, like so many others she’d been forced to subject her presence to amongst Hyrule’s court, but she hadn’t the time to argue in the same way she hadn’t been able to fully consider the fragility of his life (or lack there of). With a scowl permanently settled onto coral lips and a flash of loathing in her glare, the royal shoved past the shade to the center of the keep, gaze raking over him only once more, as if in warning, before fluttering shut.
Light began to spill from her hands, the golden beams as radiant as the sun and sparkling with the wonder of her magic as her entire body slowly became enveloped in the rays until she seemed to glow with the pure power of her light magic. It was a beacon and a call – a plea for aid winding its way with remarkable precision across the battlefield until it found those she sought most. There were even a handful of troops that recognized the flare for what it was, tearing away from their posts where there was enough coverage to in turn provide additional support to this keep to aid their princess, her general, and the hero in their task.
“Our time is limited. We must work quickly once they arrive."
She could shake and threaten him all she wanted, and grind his face straight into the ground, but it wouldn't change the fact that he had been created to be a warped mirror and reflection of the Hero. Born first out of Ganondorf's desires to stop him, then twisted further by Cia's desperate love for him. The Princess could despise him and his thoughts all she wanted, and it wouldn't erase the loathing he felt toward the Hero.
The only thing this plan had going for it was the fact that they were not alone. Lana, Midna, Impa, and Darunia were here along with Link, with the latter holding a piece of the triforce himself. Lana and Midna did not hold a piece but had flitted close to bearing Wisdom. Impa would give her life for Zelda - and there weren't many who could match the raw strength of the leader of the Gorons.
It would be Link and Lana who came directly to her aid, though the others were closing rank in the castle around them, fighting off both Cia and Ganondorf's forces.
"We came as fast as--" Lana's voice came to a stumbling halt as one hand hovered over the pages of her sorcerer's tome. In the center of the room was the Shade, an enemy, but he was standing still and Zelda wasn't attacking. Lunging at him felt like the correct response, but she kept still for the moment.
If Link saw the copy of himself, he didn't acknowledge it. Proxi had no qualms in voicing her own displeasure, though. His focus was on the Princess, though most specifically the golden power she was channeling at the moment.
"The Triforce- why are you calling on it now?" It would only leave her weak and drained, and it was likely they would still need to fight their way out of the castle.
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Akira was, for reasons Akechi doubted he could ever really understand, understanding. Forgiving, even. When faced with the truth of just who (and what) Akechi was, and with the horrible things he had done, he hadn't turned his back to him. He had made it clear he didn't agree, but a hand had always been held out for Akechi to take.
If he wanted to take it.
Killing the parents of two of Akira's friends (or at least learning that Akechi had been responsible for their deaths) had tested their relationship, and learning that Akechi had been aware of the noose Maruki had tied tight around his neck and had kept quiet about that in the hopes that Akira would unwillingly pull it tight had strained it just a little further - but hiding that he was alive, keeping that to himself as a secret that Akira was never supposed to learn about might have been going too far. Not that Akechi blamed Akira, not that he was surprised to realize he had finally managed to go too far, but the oddly hollow and almost regretful feeling it left with him had been... unexpected.
So to have Akira make any indication that he was willing to allow Akechi in his life and that he wasn't just writing him off had been unexpected, and unearned, and still--
It was nothing more than a chaste press of chapped lips up against Akira's cheek. Nothing at all like the heated kiss the two of them had shared in LeBlanc the night before facing Maruki. Despite that, Akechi could feel a heat beating in his chest and stomach that matched that evening. That night had been reckless with the thought of there being no tomorrow, and now he was stuck dealing with the consequences of too many tomorrows.
Nothing was said. Akechi just cleared his throat before turning away, not wanting Akira to see the sudden flush that had colored his cheeks.
