Caught by Fate's Grasp

All those shadows KILLED his Light

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A small whimper escaped the exceed’s lips as she felt a sense of familiarity over come her. The perception his aura emitted was sinister, desolated, yet it still felt the same. That same sensation she felt when she was around the dragon slayer she knew. Her large hues examined the male before her. Aged facial features, his hair the color of the night and white as snow— a red tattoo printed on the left side of his face. But his eyes were the same color, blood red.

At the sound of his voice, she pulled her arm back instantly. Clenching her hands together over her chest as her eyes widened slightly. She felt her heart skip a beat as she merely gazed up at him in utter shock.

                                  ❝ You…You are Rogue ❞, she whispered.

Though his voice seemed more dark, only Rogue’s words would be able to stop the exceed from attempting anything. Large, angel-like wings appeared outspread on the exceed’s back. Hoisting her up from the ground until she was at eye-level.

❝ You’re Fro’s best friend. ❞ Fresh tears fell from the corners of the feline’s eyes, a smile curling on her lips as she hovered toward him. Taking no heed to the fact that he didn’t want her near.

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"Y--Yes," came the broken voice of the would be ruler of this world. So strong that even dragons themselves knelt before him to state their loyalties, and yet so weak that he had done all of this--bring the world to ruin--in his inability to cope with the loss of his friend. The breaking of his already fragile family enough to send him into a sure state of absolute madness. And in madness he would remain as he was forced to feel this now.

So raw, so strong that it caused for his once iron-like grip to falter and tremble at her approach, mere words enough to shatter him completely. Resolve and exterior gone, all but his own quivering lip remained. He had threatened, and in some ways succeeded in bringing the world to destruction for this: to save her. And the fear that he would fail was once more renewed, an old wound unable to heal; a fear long since ignored.

And his arms did open, so willingly, if only for her, as they always would. Never, in any world or variation of his form, could he deny her this. Never.

"Yes, Frosch--," he succumbed, arms now providing shelter to her small form as they attempted to wrap around her.

                                                                               "I have missed you, my friend."

[akuma-no-ou]

ىpeak  ℴf  ʈhe                              Ð ∊ ѵ ɨ Ꮭ

                                             ᴬᴺᴰ Ᏺe Ƨhall                                                                        A P P E A R. 

[akuma-no-ou]

Welcome to a world where                      Dreams

             [[  become ]] 

                                              Ɲ ɪ ց ɧ ʈ ɱ ɑ ɾ э s

[smirnoff-twisted-raspberry]

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[grenouille-rose-blog]

Memories of when she first met Rogue flooded back to her. The smile he would give her whenever she felt dejected. When he would hold her in a protective embrace to shield her from harm. All the times they spent together, just the two of them. There was no way this man was Rogue. He couldn’t be. She felt tears swelling up in her eyes. Falling freely down her light green cheeks as her paws rose up to her think, feline lips to keep her from sobbing out loud.

                                                  ❝ Arienai. Fro knows R-Rogue, you can’t be.. ❞

The exceed could feel her own heart shaking within her chest. Obviously confused on how to feel about this. Part of her felt the need to leap toward the dragon slayer while the other half told her to turn around and run. With a single paw, she reached out to him. Forcing her legs to move forward despite the sensation of fear that kept probing at her to turn away.

                 ❝ —- Are you really? ❞

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No such cruelty displayed upon opponents of days past could compare to that which caused such to display upon her soft features. It was morbid in its very essence to shape such a reaction from her. How he could stand there without collapsing due to the guilt of causing such inner turmoil within her was beyond him. It would have been easier to deny it, to claim otherwise and state a different identity. Perhaps such a lie would bring her to ease.

Perhaps.

But it seemed, even through endless days of rigorous training, he was still unable to do even that. Such a simple task.. to lie to someone who could not--would not--be able to prove otherwise. Perhaps a future without the knowledge thrust upon her now would be an easier one..

A stiffness overcame him as her movement was registered. The mere image of her had effectively severed his previously impenetrable composure. There was no telling what physical contact, however minor, could do to him now.  

He stepped back, his own fear of what such an interaction could to him. After all, the action would make it all so much more real. And, having been able to experience that, how would he ever return to a future without it--

"No--don't," he ordered, words being the only thing used to yield her, as his sight blurred with the rise of a defiant tear. His own hand flinched, seemingly unable to fully dissuade her offer to come closer. "S--Stay where you are, Frosch." 

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I just rlly want that one ship where we both get so fucking attached and they become our babies and we spam each other w/ cute little ideas and when they break up we sob or when they fight we pray bc our feels can’t take it but when they’re being rlly fucking cute w/ each other we cry a fucking ocean bc tOO MUCH TO HANDLE sigh just pls I’ll give you a gold sticker and free food bc free food is good sigh and gold stickers are pretty so yeah let’s plots bc plotting is gr9 

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Headcanon 01: Magic.

I refuse to believe that--fairly--anyone can defeat Rogue. Not Fairly. Perhaps by Mashima's b.s. standards, but not mine. He is possibly, aside from Acnologia himself, among the strongest mages that exist in the future.

Anywho, what was initially meant by the production of this post is that my Rogue will have attained such extreme powers not only through extensive training, but by the ability to consume. By taking in the form of another mage he can, to some extent, adopt certain qualities possessed by the mage in question. This would explain his ability to enter his white shadow dragon mode. That said, this ability to consume, assisted in the development of his dragon supremacy magic. And how he attained that is by doing exactly that which his body now yearns, consuming. However, it was not dragons that he consumed. No, for that would have lead him to the same end as Acnologia. That would not be of no used given that he aimed to defeat Acnologia himself. Instead, in an age where dragons roam rampant dragon slayers are born, Rogue consumes those who fight for their lives. Only the strong survive, after all.

And what better way to succeed in his plans than by literally surpassing him in power? Though, why stop there? Why not take within him the that power and control Acnologia? Of course, his magic is not anywhere near perfection, and Acnologia is still very much his superior by immeasurable lengths, but that didn't and won't stop him. Ever.

In due time I shall further explain more qualities adopted from his ability to consume; an ability in itself produced by the instability produced by his own hatred and sorrow. [Like what he might've gained from killing Jiemma, oops.]

[grenouille-rose-blog]

The mere sight of the man before sent chills down the feline’s spine as her large hues gazed up at him. Feelings of curiousity and …

                                                     fear

washed over her. The miniature exceed took a step forward toward the being before taking a few steps back. He had the same face as her partner but the ensemble looked completely different. No, it couldn’t be. ❝ Rogue..? ❞, she muttered.

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The actions that influenced his actions would be sufficient argument to the current absence of his own heart. He'd lost his humanity as well as his ability to summon compassion for lesser beings. They were not worthy. After all, those who lacked the power could not survive in his future. Much less the one he'd planed to sculpt to his perfection.

However, the sharp pain that throbbed beneath the thin layers of clothing proved otherwise... that the heart he had so adamantly banished remained despite the emotional lacerations it had endured. What a pathetic quality to wield... and yet it was that which, upon being broken, drove him to such endless, unimaginable depths.

Hands that had so often been covered in blood now yearned for a touch he was unworthy of. Red hues that so often gazed admiringly into the those of dying victims now dared produce a humidity he had long since experienced. "Frosch..," he repeated, for a moment unable to summon more. "I--."

Pain.

For the eyes he had yearned to look upon one more time now stared back at him in a manner he had never experienced--not directed at him. She feared him.. and in that moment nothing more painful could exist.

"Yes."

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grenouille-rose started following you

No.

This was not accounted for. Varying details may be smudged and altered with the entrance into this realm--the era beyond his grasp--but this had not been what he wanted.. this couldn't..

"F-Frosch..." he choked, disbelief coloring a voice that had so often clung to cruelty in current days. A weakness rose within him that no wound, however deep or profound, could ever force upon his superior form. Wounds could not kill him, though the sadness present in him now certainly aimed for exactly that.

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celestial-tiger started following you

Even the most intricate and flawless of plans had their flaws. That which unfolded before him now was nothing short of an unspoken inconvenience. He'd had no desire to dig up pains of the past, though his desire were clearly ignored now. A frown would thus be painted across his features, no words uttered to her approaching form.

Instead, he waited.

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How the hell does a broken heart Get back together when it's torn apart And teach itself to start beating again

          -- Christina Perri, Bluebird.

The dragonslayer listened on, expression calm if not void of all existing emotion, as he tried to make sense and give some lyrical value to the song. A frown pushed down on his features, signaling that he was none pleased with the end he had met once the song was over.

"That's it?" he pressed, clearly disappointed despite his mun's better efforts to try and do some bonding. "Really, that's it? Is this fool aware that heartache via being dumped by some idiot that doesn't care about her isn't synonymous with actual factual heartbreak? Emotional distress cannot possibly ever tear a human heart apart, hell, if it was possible I might've taken a different course of action with my plans for Fiore." A pause, though only to deliver more disapproving looks. "Please, tell me, why is it that you listen to such incompetent idiots?"

[reziel]

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[afallentigress]

an inevitable clash

He had been ignoring her for days, and there was only so long that the former Lady of Sabertooth could put up with knowing that the only reason she could avoid him was because he chose not to stop her.  And she knew that was the truth of the matter, considering just how powerful the dragonslayer was.  Minerva chose to never underestimate Rogue, not anymore, but she was still only human, not the deity her magic had once drawn her to declaring herself.  It was only time until she snapped.

And it was inevitable that things would not end well when she did.

Instead of keeping to herself, she actively sought him out now, green eyes hiding the frustration boiling within her.  How was she supposed to defend herself when he was so unreasonably angry with her?  It just didn’t make sense.  Sure, he had a right to be frustrated, but to take it out for this long, when she had apologized several times?  No, she had to have more value than this.  After all, that was something he had been trying to help her learn over the past several years.

Tugging on her sleeves, a habit she had gained to replace how she had focused on her gloves in the past, Minerva approached the very man she had followed into this relative safety.  ”Rogue, we have to talk,” she stated, forcing herself to keep her voice calm and clear, without a hint of fear in it.  Sure, he could easily crush her, especially in the state her magic was in now, but she needed to be able to say this.  ”You’ve had time to be angry, and it’s not like it was really that big of a deal.  I’m sorry about it, you know I am.  If I could change things, I would, but I can’t.

What do you need from me in order to forgive me?”

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Isolation had been his preference when it came to his anger, knowing very well that if he acted out on such unpredictable emotions that he wouldn't be able to control himself. In fact, plenty of scars marked his body now due to acting rashly. Patience had never been an option for him when it came to things that stirred forth high levels of emotional distress, so full on avoidance had always been the better of two equally destructive evils. Seeing her and acting as if everything had been fine was not an option, not right now, and the man had decided that he would not do so until his mind was absolutely clear of its negative thoughts.

Though her approach told him that the woman clearly thought otherwise, much to his disappointment. At first, the dragonslayer refrained from speech, choosing instead to stay at his position, back facing her as he stared off into the decaying world that they currently inhabited. A bloody hue, darker almost than the blood of those beasts that slayed his kin, now scanned the area, void of any emotion.

Syllables flowed about him, barely registering within his being. It was clear by his stance that the man had no intention of addressing the topic right that second, and did not feel inclined to speed up the process of him doing so.

Anger? No, that was an understatement to what he felt.

"Not that big a deal?" He repeated, eye still clinging to the debris that covered the world outside, mildly registering the distant cry of a dragon. Turning his head slowly, his single remaining eye narrowed upon catching the shape of her form not far from him. "Don't speak of what you have no knowledge of Minerva," he growled out, low and threatening, words further dripping rage as it neared the end of the sentence.

"Don't you dare tell me it's not that big a deal. You've disrespected me to the highest degree, so don't you dare try to right this off as some minor slip up. Accept my anger, you deserve it," he snarled, fangs dully lit by the sliver of moon that was visible through the open window.

[afallentigress]

Right.  They didn’t have time for her to apologize for everything.  Nodding softly, the woman reached her hand out, summoning everything that was absolutely vital for them to bring along.  A benefit of her avoiding her magic constantly, she knew, as it allowed them both to move on the fly when they needed to.  And they needed to often, thanks to that woman’s relentless desire to torture her until she broke.  

Well, broke again.

Once she had everything needed, tucked away in the separate dimension connected only to her magic, Minerva stood, trying to stop herself from shaking.  A cloak was left in her hands, and she wrapped it around her shoulders to help hide her form.  Chewing on her lower lip, the once-strong woman raised her gaze to her companion, knowing her fear still shone in her eyes.  ”I’m so sorry Rogue…”  Not just for the fact that she had brought down this woman on him, but for what she had done before.  Why he had been angry at her beforehand.  ”Words cannot express just how sorry I am…”

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Her apologies were thick with the pain and regret that had not only built up over the years of running, but of the past night's recent events as well. And as much as the woman probably wanted to acknowledge the topic and be forgiven, he refused to address it, not now at least, when the pain was still so fresh.

Their packages weren't big, only having what was truly essential to survive. Living in a world with little freedom had reduced them to nothing more than animals, and as such they weren't allowed the little luxuries they once had. Carrying his own bag in one hand, and her hand in his other, they moved toward the outside door. A pause was taken just before opening it, looking back at his partner. "Don't apologize to me. We are a team, and as a team I will make sure nothing happens to you." After those words were spoken, Rogue once again turned his back to her, whispering words that he wasn't sure if she had heard or not.

I will protect you.

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Alright, so now that we know a little more about Rogue, I've finally decided what I'm going to do with him. He's going to be the future Rogue to both my RoMin Rogue and my Roganna Rogue. So his headcanons will be somewhat split for my two ships, though the majority of his development will still surround future!Minerva.

[hyokka]

I’m sexy and I know it

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omg. im dying. xD that's actually my tag for his gallery xDDDD