no rest. no rest

ind gilgamesh from ffxv. est 3.28.2017

[vhsmeme]

* soft angst starters

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

‘ i think we’re done. ’

‘ hold my hand. ’

‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’

‘ we’re out of time. ’

‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’

‘ just hold me. ’

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’

‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’

‘ go on, cry. ’

‘ keep your eyes open. ’

‘ can i hug you? ’

‘ i trusted you. ’

‘ do you remember? ’

‘ i loved you. ’ 

[bladehoard]

izunix:

         With one foot stepping through the entrance, Amber eyes came to gleam from under the brim of his hat. The corner of his lips tugging and curling upward into a such devilish smile. His hand? It came up to take hold of his hat. Letting violet hair fall into place as he pulled it away, taking such a formal bow as greeting.

     The air seemed eerie. Quiet. Haunted, but it bothered Ardyn non. As soon as his hat was put back into its place, he began to make his way down the long bridges and stone pathways. Never did his eyes wonder to the demons he passed until one particular skeleton HISSED. It didn’t vex Izunia any, but what he did do was respond. Simply with a, “ Good day~ ” before continuing on his way. 

     It was wrong of Ardyn to leave Gilgamesh down here to suffer with such a curse and he knows how furious he more than likely is with him. Still, in Ardyns eyes, he had more important matters to deal with these thousands of years passed and cared little for what happened down here in this relm.

      “ Oh Gilgamesh~ ” He finally arrived. Approaching the bridge lined with the fallen swords. “ Your King has returned. Do come out and give him a welcome. ” He knew what he was doing. His smile growing slightly as he halted on the bridge. His eyes glanced around momentarily as he made his way to one of the swords a short distance away. His fingertips coming to gently touch the handle. “ Don’t be like this, gilgy. You k n o w how busy a man I am. ”

his core seethed. usually cold and emotionally balanced. always in check. but this was too overwhelming. all those furies and burdens crashing down . aching his stomach. messing with his unbeating heart.  how casually the man strolled his halls and haunted caves. no bother in mind. so condescending one would rather shoot themselves then he. 

how could he be so calm? how could he be like this? he was shameful to admit that it hurt him beyond repair. this was the same man that he laughed with. drank with. the same one who shared their darkest secrets with eachother. kept eachother company in the late nights of war when sleep would not take them. they were inseparable. and that is what gilgamesh had believed. he had never had a bit of a thought how rotten theyre bond could become. . . he never knew his regrets and every mistake would sit with him beyond death.

ardyn, oh my poisoned liege, how could i let this happened to you?

he was a failure of a shield. eternally.

still, despite such feelings, gilgamesh was boiling. stricken by the mans natures. wind began to cast. scourge and shadow alike summoning together across the bridge a tall figure at almost 10 feet tall.. and there he was. eyes striking over in a sharp gleam of red.

‘  you have no right to speak to me like that. ‘

he snarled. for once in his long life fury envolopped his tone. hositlity marked his heavy steps. stomping closer and closer. 

‘ busy man? i would have dug up the world for you. i would have done anything for you ! ‘pieces of fragmented skeletons rattled around him  . his anger extending his control of his necromancy. his voice was incredibly distorted. ‘ how dare you confront me? why now, of all years? you complete betrayer ‘ 

[bladehoard]

support your local cave daemon. kiss your cave daemon

[bladehoard]

i hate ardyn izunia, the man who i died for, i hate him

[noctglaive]

“Rather than follow this flotsam and float away to a watery grave, why not come with me?” “What do you say?”

[gigglincactus]

[bladehoard]

sinister his life was. once dressed in valor in honor, he was sure he died with the same ideals. died with dedication. died with morals aligned by gods. died with a cause. certainly his life was no sun and then moon situation. it was heaven on earth, then hell in the void. a damnation of loneliness. to spend your life at someones expense and to watch them turn. to forget you --- ! the ultimate betrayal. as if his own blades were stabbed into his back.

his realm was eternal. and once that single foot entered the daemon of a man felt it immediately with in his rotted core. unrelenting. could it truly be? his figure dissipated. invisible. but perhaps. . . sensible to the man. ardyn and him were both the same kind of cursed beings, not ? 

however, he still remained distant. he was the eerie aura with in the cavern. no where, but everywhere, all at once. for now he will allow him to investigate on his own accord. still, despite his collected behavior. . . to see ardyn released such festering emotions from with in him. powerful. unkempt. bottled for thousands of years. that was ardyn. 

@izunix  /// closed starter.

[bladehoard]

donotserve:

‘ not so difficult a cavern to find as old lore would project. ’ a metal appendage is extended outwards, the very tips of clawed fingers scraping gently along the wet walls of the cavern’s entrance. ‘ i expect not a mere jaunt. you- ’ he speaks now to the few men in his personal retinue, and waves them off with his free hand. 

‘ you will not be needed. maintain altitude above the area until refueling becomes a necessity. ’ a sentiment of “if i take that long to attempt these trials, there’s no use in you waiting for me” remains unspoken. ‘ leave. ’ / @bladehoard​.

a single soul with in his invisible gates. that’s all it took for him to know the beat of your heart. where you were. all eyes indivisible, spiritual, and physical would crawl on all of those beings. no sense of privacy. no sense of being lonesome. gilgamesh knew there were souls among his very realms.

strong of a voice that was owned by no body reverberated through the caverns. a voice form all angles. but no mouth.

‘   waste not your time. seek nothing but your exit. ‘

skeletons chattered as his invisible  hand rose. souls cast into those very vessels and rose his squadron from rubble and moss. all seeking heads and blood.

‘  face your anguish. ‘

[historical-rp-memes]

{ Put a rumour about my muse in my inbox and my character will react to it }

[bladehoard]

when gladio entered gils cavern is was a long sigh as he had to get up and fight him

[bladehoard]

Also reminder my gil is a 2k year old amicitia ancestor

[bladehoard]

N e wayz.. gil is gonna steal odins horse himself. thats all he wants. Leggy horse

[bladehoard]

' yet the behavior remains stagnant. Also,it is gilgamesh. thank you.'

[bladehoard]

‘  keep your nose into your own business, young lady. ‘

[bladehoard]

[bladehoard]

sineatcr:

“I mean, I’m glad you thought so, but– oh, for the love of–” Groans loudly. Time to shut the armor man up so he doesn’t keep talking about this!

Smooch.

excuse? he is burning up. physical touch locking up joints. it was only half a second that he’d pull off himself wordlessly . more or less in shock.

okay he DOES give a damn

[bladehoard]

Rumor has it that you're adopting a runt and playing dad again.

runt. eyes flash a crimson red. the shine of ruby’s being kissed by the sun. playing dad? as if he found the role of a father a plot. a game? never. he took such a title to upmost priority. and now, with the loss of all his true family, it was a craving that never ceased. prompto managed to quench it. console him and provide him a much needed outlet of paternal feelings strong. no runt. no game. it was all true. he loved him. the boy and man who saved him and saw him as otherwise. runt. runt. RUNT.

it burned in his mind with fiery blazes. temper sore and bitter . no one would talk that way. no one would take either him or his relationship as a jest.

‘  his name is prompto, argentum. a heart made of gold and eyes of the ocean.  i am still a father. even if time surpassed my own children. i never stopped. it was taken from me by untimely intentions. ‘

his tone grew distorted, fierce. shaking in echoes. intimdating at most as upmost offence was bestowed.

‘ this is no joke. he is mine. now silence or be silence. fools are unfit for breath. ‘

rumor has it. /// anon