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outofgospel: Its almost the weekend I'm so excited. I never get enough time to reply during the week ugh.

At the same time I'm so frustrated I--

Thought I had decided on a Vesperia muse and I got it all set up for this weekend and now I want to play as Alexei instead but I can't seem to find ANY art of him at all I'm--

lays down

kicks weakly

makes whale noises

#ooc #what's wrong with me this is why I can't have nice things sdyhjnrsbd #I need to make up my mind about what I want

☠ {no rest for the wicked}

Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse’s grave.

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱

It was like being angry at sand for slipping through fingers. No matter how tightly he held to people they always slipped away. Now there was nothing beside him but a single lucid gem. He left it on the floor for now, unable to arrive at obvious conclusion. Resplendent wings aggressively aflutter behind his back.

❝You were something for her to come back to… ❞

❝How am I supposed to break this to Martel? She’ll be sad…❞

Mithos lay his blame so thickly to even speak it cloyed his throat. Beneath the bitter taste his anger was lashing out. Desperate to escape all other suffocating feeling. His wings, subsequently fueled, lifted him. The shadow of his foot then fell over what remained of Yuan. It would have been so easy to drop and crush it.

Martel would never f o r g i v e him.

Nonetheless tempted and still aloft his eyes bored into the glow below him. They felt dry from the effort and blinking accentuated the sting. Soon his stare was swollen with hostility. Glossy, jealous and wide. His brow furrowed.

❝How dare you make her cry…❞

He would never f o r g i v e him.

❝Stupid Yuan…❞

His foot was drawn back but the same could not be said for his temper. He struck out in the next moment; a swift kick sending the stone across the room with a clatter. It bounced off the far wall before rolling to one side. There it remained for several long moments in silence. He would come for it eventually; no one was ever truly allowed to leave him after all.

#⊰prayers #ic #wittyresponsecoming #faithlessindenial #tagging you both since you're both Yuan blogs who sent me an ask for this meme #annnnd its a bit hard to make specific responses to your individual interpretations when I haven't threaded with either of you yet OTL #pls love me

☠?

Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse’s grave.

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱

The body had disintegrated, too ancient to withstand. It was scattered like ashes in the wind. He hadn’t been there when it happened. Nor had he asked how or why when he had appeared. It was satisfaction enough to grasp what remained of his teacher for himself. The crystal was still hot in his palm, held captive by a jealous fist. His act denying the deceased any contact with his family in the afterlife.

Lloyd may have still been cursing him. By now the boy would be in the thick of condolences. It was easy to imagine Genius by his side. The thought spoiled an already sour mood. His tower, despite the hope it promised, was silent and unhelpful. There was no solace in this echoing solitude. He was always a l o n e without Martel.

❝Did you think I’d forgive you?❞

❝You were my teacher before you were his. Its because of me that you didn’t grow old and die like any other human would have… Martel told you to look after me. I know she did! She told you to be there but you never were. First it was your ‘morals,’ and then it was that woman…❞

The level of his voice had gradually been dropping. What began as suave retort now nothing more than childish mumbling. His discolored temper inappropriate for the adult image he liked to project as the leader of Cruxis. No one was around to see it save for the soul trapped in the precious stone he held. Resplendent wings beat anxiously, the victim of poorly repressed anxiety.

❝I finally found a real use for her. I made her important and I did it for you. It wasn’t good enough for you. Nothing I did was ever good enough for you, was it? Why didn't you ever admit it? I don't understand... Even after I welcomed you back to my side, saying nothing of your indiscretions, this is how you repay me? Why?❞

T r a i t o r.

❝Because he’s your son? Who cares about something like that… Are you saying all this time… These four thousand years… They mean nothing to you just because you’ve found a relation? Maybe you’ve always secretly hated me because I was born half… Maybe you were just like every other human and I never knew it… In the end things like blood won’t matter. We’ll all be the same. Then you’ll see you were wrong.❞

I’ll n e v e r let you turn your back on me again.

#⊰prayers #ic #ninthcompanion #traitorsjudgement #tagging you both since you're both Kratos blogs who sent me asks for this meme #annnnd its a bit hard to make specific responses to your individual interpretations when I haven't threaded with either of you yet OTL #pls love me

☠

Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse’s grave.

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱

Her soul still slept within the great seed but he liked to pretend he could feel her presence. The illusion of it was strongest here; comfort found by the eyes of the beholder. His blanket of white lies enough to stave off the night’s chill. Honest only body; a child unable to grow, unable to let go. He knelt there, illuminated by her and her alone, in a tower that was otherwise dark.

❝I can’t sleep…❞

❝I keep having that dream about you.❞

M a r t e l.

There was no warm lap for a pillow. When he hunched over and lay down it was upon cold floor. He drew his knees close to his chest, bowed his head and was then silent. Hooded eyes ever peering at the center of his world while his heart raced. Even after four thousand years he could still feel her fingers moving through his hair. The way she smelled, her smile and her softly spoken words were all precious memories.

No one could comfort him like Martel. Some day he would have his sister back again. Everything would go back to how it used to be. One way or another. By any means n e c e s s a r y.

#lifesurvives #life-survives #ic #⊰prayers

☠?

Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse’s grave.

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱

Every Cardinal he appointed had to swear an oath. The tome they swore upon was their unwitting grave. He collected them there when they died; trinkets, not trophies. Over four thousand years worth of Cardinals now lurked within. Some of them he remembered. Most of them he soon forgot. What mattered was that they could never l e a v e.

He didn’t need to be beside the book to know when the pages were added to. The feeling passed like a ripple in the river of his mana. Disturbance brief and then gone.

❝You told me that you’d help make a difference,❞ he accused the deceased in a childish manner, grief overwhelmed by possessive instinct and anger. His glamorous adult guise spoiled by his sulking.

❝I gave your potential the benefit of the doubt and this is as far as you can go? Pathetic…❞

#rodylethecunning #ic #⊰prayers

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Send me a ☠ to hear what my muse would say to your muse's grave.

—- ¢яυχιѕ✥⊱

The fuss created at the human ranch was his own doing. He had appeared there without announcing himself prior. His presence startling as it was awe inspiring. Human and half-elf alike drawn to behold their savior. For that was what he thought himself as he hovered in the midst. Form chosen with that exact intent; a gold and ivory figure with resplendent wings. Every twitch of those glimmering extremities pulled heartstrings. Many Desians chose to respectfully avert their eyes. Humbled, as they should be, trembling and witless and e x p e n d a b l e.

Some of the brighter bulbs in the box begged for his pardon and fled. Their reverence in clear conflict with their desire to be useful. He allowed them to scurry after their cardinal, where ever he was. After all it was Forcystus whom he had come to visit .

None dared to murmur despite their growing curiosity. All eyes remaining trained on him. Production at a perfect halt all because of his whim. Then, in a moment of vanity, the puppeteer turned his head to lay eyes upon a human child. Tatty, dirty and afraid, she stared wide eyed with her heart caught in her throat. The chains on her ankles proof of her lowly position. He looked upon her as if he pitied what he saw. Her gaze held until tiny brows arched, hopeful.

F o o l i s h.

He spoke nonchalantly, his words offered to the room at large rather than the girl. The petulant undertones of his voice reminiscent of his true form. Not an angel but a child himself now all but turning up his nose.

❝How unseemly...❞

❝Is this how you greet the leader of Cruxis?❞

The soldiers around him, seemingly anticipating his will, immediately struck her down. Perhaps they were anxious to perform; he hadn't given them any orders after all. Their own volition drove their whips, each lash accompanied by aggressive berating. A mere human slave, they said, had no right to meet the eyes of their lord.

He could have stopped them from bleeding her if he'd wanted to. Except there was no reason to extend courtesy to the race Martel had condemned. Mercy was a facade he only granted his kin. With that in mind he continued to turn a blind eye. Private pleasure stoked by the raw screams. Titillated wings then fluttered. His heart similarly a quiver. Jealous eyes lowly lidded and content.

It did not matter to him that he had caused this by being the one to look at her. She suffered and that was entertainment enough. The sounds sure to push an already hurried Focystus to come faster still.

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#reblogging since people are awake now to see this haha

yes, yes, /yes/, /YES/. let me LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR THAT POST ON MITHOS, BUT MOST OF ALL. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING. i would LOVE to rp with you. sooooo mucccchhhhhh. just. thank you.

outofgospel: Om g anjsngkh Yuan I’m only going to say this once….

come at me bro

#wittyresponsecoming #ooc #⊰prayers

Thank you so so much for that essay on Mithos! People explaining why villains do the things they do and try to pass that off as justification is a pet peeve of mine. I look forward to seeing more from you!

outofgospel: Did you read the whole thing did you—