falling star

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kicks a table over. hey new kids

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⚰ ;3c

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

He ran. He could barely breathe, but he ran, feet pushing on the air. Some people gave him odd looks as he passed above them, but he ignored them. They didn’t matter. No one mattered right now, no one but his brother. 

Altair wasn’t exactly sure what happened. One minute, he was healing someone with a smile. The next, he was given a message, and he ran without thinking about it. Although, that was probably to be expected. The only person who mattered to him was his brother. The one who was currently being targeted. 

He didn’t know how long he ran. 10 minutes? An hour? He didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was the fact that his brother was going to die. He wouldn’t let it happen, not if he could save him. 

Please. Please, please, please let me make it. 

He begged to whatever god would listen to him. He would run until his legs fell off. He would do anything to make sure his brother lived. He was the only one who shared the same blood, the only one who could tell him about the siblings long gone, the parents he never met, the only one who could ever explain anything and everything about his origins. His brother was the only one Altair couldn’t help but want to get closer to, despite his curse. The only one who Altair felt safe around. 

Spotting the familiar white hair, Altair began to smile, thinking he had made it in time. He stopped when he saw swords, movement, and then multiple swords were put into and taken out of Sirius. 

Altair ran faster, slamming into the ground next to Sirius as his legs gave out. Trying to catch his breathe, the younger brother took a few seconds before he looked at the wounds. 

He won’t make it, the logical part of Altair new this. But he shook his head. There had to be a way. There had to be a way. He would not let it end like this. He would not let another person leave him. He would not let his curse take the only person who he could connect to. He would not let Sirius meet his end here and now.

Altair brought his hands above the wounds. They were closing, but it wasn’t enough. The older brother had lost too much blood, but Altair did not stop. He wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t. If he stopped now, Sirius would surely die. If Sirius died, then who would introduce Altair to his friends? Who would take Altair shopping for pointless little things? Who would share with him everything he knew about their family? Their ancestors? The stories of his life? Who would be his only living brother? 

Altair poured all of his life into healing the wounds. He was at a point where it was hard to stay awake, and he felt himself stealing life from everything around him. His flowers had long wilted, and the grass underneath him was both soaked with blood and dead. Soon, there would probably be nothing else to steal life from, and Altair would be left to die from overuse of his ability. But he didn’t stop, nor did he want to. 

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, attempting to bring life back to Sirius. An hour, two hours, ten hours, he didn’t know. However, he did know that he had failed. Sirius was dead, and no matter how much Altair tried to heal him, he would stay dead. The short, white haired teenager’s vision began to blur, and then a stream of tears followed. 

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t make it in time. I wasn’t able to save you. I’m sorry. 

“Why does everyone I care about have to die..?”

He wasn’t sure if he was asking himself or someone else.

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SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;

☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain

⚡: how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while they’re pulled over on the side of the road

☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse

☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight

✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead

☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home

✖: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good

⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week

☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one

⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before

SPECIFY WHICH MUSE ON MINE AND YOUR BEHALF

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“Goodbye brother!” 

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✓

✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like

“Usually, I help people who need to be healed! And then I read a book, cook something to eat, and then make sure my flowers are all healthy…and then I sleep!” 

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domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

Feel free to reblog and add more!

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➳ what is the biggest regret you have?

Biggest…regret? 

Oh man, Altair had a lot of them. 

“Probably…being born? Since I seem to cause trouble for everyone around me…” 

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Send me a ➳ + a question for my muse’s answer!

Go ahead, ask my muse anything for an honest answer.

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        “I spy… with my little eye…” Mu peered over the rooftop of a building to the passing crowd below. “…someone that looks like… Altair!” He grinned, unsheathing his swords so he could do a little magic to get down in time.

        The second cleric was not someone he saw often– no, he had probably visited Erin countless more times for his injuries, but he wanted to get to know the other healer, too! Also, as a walking, talking, responsible big brother figure, it was his job to make sure everyone younger than him was doing okay! He crossed his blades in front of his chest and made a silent prayer to Tsukuyomi before jumping down two stories worth of building, slicing the air underneath him to summon winds that would cushion his fall so he landed perfectly on his feet.

        “Ha!“ He gripped his swords tightly and laughed, "That doesn’t usually work so smoothly!” Right, last time he nearly broke his legs with the impact by getting the timing wrong.

        By his oh-so-careful calculations, he had landed right next to the younger boy. “Hi hi, Altair! It’s me!” He put away his weapons and patted Altair’s hair. “How are you? Need help with anything today?”

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Altair finished up healing a stranger’s wound, waving when they left. He stretched his arms, and watched as a flower he was holding onto wilted as he took its life. 

“What’s next...” he mumbled to himself, looking around for anything else to do. He hadn’t noticed Mu, and was startled when the first rook suddenly landed next to him. 

He held a hand to his heart, trying not to let out a small scream that tried to make its way out of his mouth.

“God, you scared me!”

Wait...where did he just come from. Did he jump? He totally jumped! How far did he jump? Was this guy suicidal? What if he hadn’t been able to land that?? But Altair realized that once again, he had forgotten a name, and that he had been asked a question.

“I’m good! I, uh, don’t think I need help with anything..?” he quickly went over the list of things he had to do. Buy groceries, plant more flowers, heal anyone he saw who needed it, maybe buy a few new books. Nope, he didn’t need help! 

“Ah, yeah, I think I’m good! I only have a few things to do, but if you want you could tag along..?” 

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Hoshi no Uta - buzzG feat. Gumi

Step, step, step, step.

Eyes watched in curiosity and confusion as the second cleric walked quickly through the Elysium grounds, ignoring the words of his escorts as they desperately try to get him to slow down. No, he won’t stop now, not after he’s heard about him.

After pushing through the crowd, his escorts apologising for Sirius to all the bystanders he had bumped into, his destination was in sight. His eyes widen, a sudden gasp escaping his mouth. He began to sprint.

Magnificent like a jewel,

He arrives, breathless, in front of destination. In front of the one he had sought for for the past 17 years.

the gods have dropped you into the universe.

The same fluffiness of hair, the same shade of skin. Those eyes that looked up at him in confusion and slight caution.

The things that we had desired for,

Next to him was someone (a pawn, maybe) who recognised Sirius. The escorts have caught up, their scoldings deaf to his ears. As the pawn-looking person waves it off, they say “You’re Sirius, Second Cleric of Melantia, correct? The boy next to me is a second cleric as well! His name is -”

Before they could finish their sentence, Sirius suddenly grabs the boy’s left hand. Burn marks. The burn marks to match his own. He begins to tear up as the boy gets nervous, and Sirius pulls him into a tight embrace. He whispers the boy’s name…

is on that star, right?

“Altair.”

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Altair smiled and nodded absentmindedly. A pawn was talking to him, someone he couldn’t remember the name of. Although it was nothing special, since Altair could never remember names.

Apparently the Second Cleric of Melantia would be visiting, something like that. It would probably just be another meeting with someone Altair wouldn’t be able to remember.

Someone came into sight. Altair noticed he was walking fast, and was breathless when he stopped in front of Altair and the pawn. The escorts came after him, beginning to scold him. Altair watched, a bit confused as to why the other person had been in such a rush. It wasn’t as if this meeting was important, right?

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” the pawn laughed it off, “You’re Sirius, Second Cleric of Melantia, correct? The boy next to me is a second cleric as well! His name is-”

Altair felt his left hand being lifted, and watched the other Second Cleric inspect his scars. Not entirely sure what was going on, Altair tried to move away slightly, alarmed by the sudden contact. He was only pulled into a hug, and heard a whisper.

“Altair.”

That wasn’t right. How did this person, who Altair was certain he had never met before, know his name? 

And the way he looked at the scars on Altair’s arm, and the way he called him Altair as if they had known each other forever, and the way he seemed so familiar with Altair. It was wrong. Something was wrong.

“…Who are you..?”

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im having fun watching everyone struggle

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“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“P-please don’t!” Altair tried to push away the woman, slightly confused as to what was happening. He was almost certain he did not know who she was, although she did have the air of someone important. He was fairly sure he wouldn’t forget someone who seemed this significant, although there was always the chance he had. 

Well. This was awkward. 

He should ask, shouldn’t he? That would probably be the best idea.

“Er…who are you anyways..? Have we met before or..?”

[rpmememaker]

Torture my character sentence meme

[mnestis]

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“Annoying? Me? Annoying?”

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“Wah!” startled, the white haired boy grabbed onto the branch he was sitting on. Taking a few seconds to breathe, he looked down. 

“Uh…I can float, so if I fall I’m probably fine. But who are you?”

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“Float? Alright then…” Letting his shock pass, he grinned. “For I am Arcis Lestal! A pawn for Clavain. And you are?” Though Arcis had already known who he was, he asked anyway.

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“I’m Altair!” he paused to wave, giving a small smile as well, “Second Cleric of Elysium. Nice to meet you!” 

He paused once more, before asking, “So what brings you to Artemia anyways?” 

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“wOAH WOAH WOAH KID WHAT ARE YOU DOING” Slightly alarmed, he was shocked at the other sitting on a tree branch, doing who knows what. “KID GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU COULD FALL OFF FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE”

@alphaquilae

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“Wah!” startled, the white haired boy grabbed onto the branch he was sitting on. Taking a few seconds to breathe, he looked down. 

“Uh...I can float, so if I fall I’m probably fine. But who are you?”

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Altair hummed, sitting on the roof of a building. He wasn’t entirely sure who the building belonged to, but hey, no one seemed to care. Standing up, he took a step forward, then another, then an-

Wait. Did he just.

Yup. He tripped. Off the roof. 

Letting out a small noise, he closed his eyes and waited. A few seconds later, he opened them, letting out a small sigh of relief when he realized he had saved himself by floating. 

“Safe,” he said, smiling. 

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