𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐸.

indie original character written by Harley

[aithreachas]

                                  — my veins are filled with stories of survival — 

ATREUS MELCHOR / PRIVATE & SELECTIVE original character. written by — Harley ( 28 | they / them )

established 02/2015 — rebooted 04/2022 SLOW ACTIVITY & runs on queue. — tracking #aithreachas a great lover of ANGST, PLOTTING & INBOX MEMES multiverse & multiship

                                             — RULES — ABOUT — VERSES —

[aithreachas]

Hi sorry for the radio silence I caught whatever iteration of the blight that shall not be named going around. I feel like death, but I’m okay I’ve done nothing but sleep for 3 days straight. For now I’ve put a pause on my queue because I didn’t want to come back to a mountain of things to reply to because my anxiety cannot with that rn lol.

[aithreachas]

Guess whose the dumbass that forgot to change their queue settings.

If you guessed me you are absolutely correct. Posting a couple times a day now. Whoops.

[aithreachas]

— @decaeys​ ↳ for sylvanas

             Perhaps the Gods were laughing at him. Every time Atreus left the safety of his so called home something bad befell him. Be it the destruction of the Silver Hand, to the sacking of Lordaeron he simply was born with tragedy in his blood.

But his king had asked something of him—something precious—and Atreus would have never forgiven himself had he refused Varian's request to watch over the recovering Anduin during Garrosh's trial. Even now with the shackles around his wrists from his Forsaken captors Atreus had only the regret that the small party of soldiers he was travelling with lay slaughtered while he still lived. It always seemed to be his path—to be the one that lived on when his people died around him.

He should've waited to travel back with bulk of the Alliance Forces and not take the word that a ceasefire would last even after the trial's conclusion but Atreus had missed Stormwind and did not like being so far out—so exposed—and thus had bowed out as soon as his duties were fulfilled. Being attacked on the road had not been something Atreus had been anticipating. He would not make that mistake again, should he get out of this...

“Are ye really going to deny an old man his walking stick? I should be flattered yer so afraid of the likes of me.” he grumbled to one of his captors, one he did not recognize other than the fact they were Forsaken. “ I'm sure you're going to drag me even if I fall over but certainly it would go a lot smoother if ye just let me walk with some support.”

You know, it might have just worked had Atreus not laid eyes upon one Sylvanas Windrunner ahead on the road and his captors suddenly snapped to attention, cane and the sword hidden within it pulled away just before he could grab it.

[smouldring]

❝ hinder me?  thou fool.  no living man may hinder me! ❞  then merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest.  it seemed that they laughed,  and the clear voice was like the ring of steel:                                                                                                             – but no living man am i!

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[aithreachas]

The Tarnished warrior tapped his arm, drawing his attention to the swerving scrawl that slipped free from the end of his ringed finger.

Try to keep up. He followed the words with a running leap towards the edge of the walkway, which ended with an abrupt dive into a chasm, but he would not be so easily thwarted. He curled through the air, limbs reaching out, hands taking hold of a fluttering, ripped banner. It snapped in the same instant.

And yet, he had what he needed, swinging forward with the momentum, abdomen curling as his legs tucked in. He rolled in the air, catching the lip of stone on the opposite side. Wolfgang tucked his arms, coiling his shoulders, but as he came to the apex he instead swung his whole body in an arc. His legs came up straight into the air, palms pressing flat to the cool stone. He flipped up, spinning sideways, landing to face Atreus.

                              @sanctumofeld // reluctant allies // accepting

              Atreus, despite himself, merely stared at Wolfgang from across his spot on the opposite side of the chasm. The look of complete and utter disbelief was written all over his face when he merely peered over the edge into the abyss below and then back to his travel companion.

“Absolutely fucking not.” His words echoed loudly in the space between them and Atreus gestured to his leg with the cane he was holding and then gestured to the cane he was holding with a deadpan expression.

While yes he was impressed with Wolfgang's antics, he certainly wouldn't be replicating them. He had a death wish—but not that much of a death wish. Instead he reached into his bag, muttering under his breath about 'Tarnished having too much energy and whatever happened to using the stairs?'

Finally finding his rope he uncoiled it, intending the loop it over the banner pole and swing across in a much more easier to handle manner.

[aithreachas]

‘ this was supposed to be a stealth mission. ’ said with all the embarrassment of a child admitting they did something wrong ( charging directly at the enemy ).

                                          reluctant allies // accepting

               Atreus heaved a world weary sigh in the most endeared way possible. With a flick of his wrist the blood spattered off his rapier and he took a moment to produce a cloth from his pocket and wipe the long thin blade down to keep it clean.

"Oh dinnae worry youngling," Atreus comforted gently, offering a warm smile and a hand upon her shoulder once he had sheathed his blade. "I'm running around in plate armour if ye wasn't going to alert them I certainly would've when I fell off a wall or something."

Stealth had never really been his strongest suit either and he certainly wasn't going to punish Merri for her... enthusiasm.. when it caused no harm this time.

"But I would caution ye try t'take a wee bit more time if yer going to go barrelling in," as he spoke he gestured with a wave of his fingers towards the castle wall above them.

"I don't have any ranged weapons, so if we'd been set upon by archers we'd have had a.. well.. pincushion of a time...."

[aithreachas]

@rage-reloaded​ continued from x

            Atreus ached, there was a nasty wound following his ribcage from a curved blade that dug between the plates of his armour. The bastard was fast, but they were not a match for the stalwart sword and determined resolve of Atreus. But now the battle was over and the adrenaline had begun to fade Atreus realized just how hurt he was. Blood was pooling in his armour and he took to a knee, rapier dug into the ground for support lest he buckle. Atreus was pleased at least that the woman who had been so rudely targeted seemed to be unharmed. Good. If he was to die now he could do so with no regret.

“ I need nae swear fealty to do the right thing, Lady,” Atreus murmured, raising his head to look up at the one so quick to scold him. The irony of their position was not lost on him—taking a knee in front of her like he had sworn his service in something deeper than words.

In some ways he supposed he had.

“Ye also need nae waste yer resources on a lowly Tarnished, if I am to perish than the Grace will merely spit me back out again. Mayhaps ye should save it for if any other wayward shadows happen upon ye and ye dinnae have someone to weather the storm.” Perhaps he should be grateful for the powers that be calling him back from oblivion every time another soul got a little too stab happy but Atreus was tired.

Gingerly he reached out, pushing the flask back towards it's owner. “I will be fine, I've walked off worse.”

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME : RELUCTANT ALLIES .   」 * change pronouns as needed .

’ don’t get in my way. ’

‘ being assigned to the same mission doesn’t make us friends. ’

‘ don’t play friendly with me. ’

‘ i work alone. ’

‘ try to keep up. ’

‘ do what you want. i’m not going to babysit you. ’

‘ it’s my mission, i’m in charge. ’

‘ follow my lead. ’

‘ i’m following you. ’

‘ i have never heard such a stupid plan. ’

‘ great. you’re going to get us all killed. ’

‘ thanks for the advice. ’

‘ watch yourself! ’

‘ got your six. ’

‘ i’ve got your back. ’

‘ try not to die! or do, i don’t care. ’

‘ don’t get blood on my floor. ’

‘ can you attract any more attention to us!? ’

‘ this was supposed to be a stealth mission. ’

‘ they didn’t tell me i’d be working with an idiot. ’

‘ i hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through. ’

‘ i’m not doing this for you. ’

‘ i’m just following orders. ’

‘ stay with me! ’

‘ let’s not make a habit of this. ’

‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’

‘ pay attention. ’

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

‘ i will leave you behind. ’

‘ i’m not leaving you behind. ’

‘ you started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me. ’

‘ we make a pretty good team. ’

‘ maybe we should do this more often. ’

‘ when this mission started, i didn’t like you… still don’t. ’

‘ you’re not so bad yourself. ’

‘ try me. ’

‘ don’t push my buttons. ’

[cursed-and-haunted]

Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is

[fuckitblackcoffeeisfine]

[aithreachas]

The night drew its final breath in silence. No sound, save for the flutter of moths that danced against the rippled glass, yearning for low-burning embers. Sedated by the heat and the woodsmoke and the glow of coals, lulled by the soporific blend of oatflower and lavender that laced her tongue, Maria at last began to drowse.

Ever the gentleman, Atreus had gifted her with the tea leaves and his company – golden talismans in the face of chronic insomnia. Except, somewhere this past hour, as their conversation had sputtered to a stop, she had lost him.

In the low lamplight, Atreus’ normally careworn features were soft with sleep. Pale fingertips traced his cheek, all curiosity and gentle affection. They had been here a hundred times before, but her appreciation was not easily tarnished. Taking his hand in her own, Maria swept a cool thumb over the peaks and troughs of his knuckles, and leaned in to kiss the corner of his slumberous mouth. Softly, slowly. Not yet drenched in dreams, perhaps he could be coaxed back to the waking world.

“Atreus.” Another hazy, imploring kiss, this one finding his slack lips. Maria was determined to spare his joints the ache of a broken night spent on the chair-back settee, with only a woollen blanket and a dying fire for warmth. This was her home, and there were beds waiting for the weight of weary bodies. “Arise. Let us retire, and leave the witches to their hour.”

             In the lines betwixt awake and slumber Atreus had drifted, lulled to purgatory by the warmth of the fire and Maria's gentle presence. There were many a night like this—Atreus had come to Maria, bearing gifts, conversation and company to chase away the demons that lurked at the edge of unobtainable sleep. He hadn't realized just how much he'd been relying on these nights until he'd spent time away from her and the night was dark and full of terrors.

Had this been another time or place, had Atreus not been as relaxed and content as he was being roused from his sleep might have startled him. There was this brief moment before consciousness came back to him where he reached to grasp for the Threaded Cane he normally kept at his side but instead he found his hand was clasped in another, face was being peppered in feather light affection. There were no beasts here, save for the ones that lay in wait in cursed blood.

“Maria,” Atreus' voice was thick with sleep, low and vowels elongated by grogginess. He pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her lips, leaning up to rest his forehead against her own and return the affection. Free hand snaked up, thumb tracing her jaw before drawing a path upward towards and allowing fingers to tangle in soft pale strands. The low light cast a halo around her, bathing her in an ethereal glow and Atreus drank it in with silent adoration. His light in this darkness, the only one who understood.

“Ye could always retire here with me? I was ever so comfortable after all..” Atreus murmured, in playful protest with a gentle pressure in an attempt to pull Maria down onto the chair with him. Atreus knew he wouldn't win this—he never actually did nor did he want too. She was always right after all—he'd wake up feeling the ache in his joints in the morning that would not find him should he rest in a place appropriate for sleep. His eyes fluttered closed and he remained still, simply just existing in her space. The quiet moments of intimacy were a welcome change to the cacophony of noise that the hunt brought and his head echoed when Maria wasn't there to bring harmony to his world.

Just a few more precious minutes and then he would relent and allow Maria to pull him to bed.

[aithreachas]

— ONLINE

working on drafts/inboxes/starters uwu feel free to hmu in dms

I started playing RE: Village finally and jfhsjkdghsg it’s so good. I got so spooked out in the first bit I had to stop playing for like an hour and then go back to it because i’m a weenie. But I love everything so far. definitely need to make a resident evil verse haha. 

[aithreachas]

I’m nearly done with all my drafts to queue up so I was gonna pepper a few starters in there too and continuing a few inbox things.

Drop a ❤️ and I’ll throw them in there. Might take a few days for them to get out on the dash depending on where they are in my queue. cap at 5. 

[aithreachas]

smash or pass jaina x

                                                smash or pass // accepting

"Listen. Wait. No. Wait. Is Lady Jaina listening? She cannae know. No. Light protect me. I-I have a meeting I need to get to.. I said nothing. Ye heard nothing. We did nae have this conversation."

smash.

[aithreachas]

Smash or pass, Starscourge Radahn.

                                                smash or pass // accepting

"Now... if I had to pick a General.."

smash.

[loisnclark]

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

[holoescene]

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