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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 [ … ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩. they’d have to move on before long even if you hadn’t’ve turned up [ . . . ] they’ll find a new home, trust me. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨.
𝙶𝙰𝚅 , 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚈 𝚇𝚅𝙸 , 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸
𝐈. [ 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ] 𝐈𝐈. [ 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 ] 𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 ] 𝐈𝐕. [ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ]
as they do , the captain and his rowdy men swarm the tavern with their jovial roguish cheer . always mayhem , but ale and food meant the entertainment of drunken scallywags and their shenanigans . ' i bet ye ne'er had a friday night like this ! ' his boisterous clamor creeps up as he near the bar , arm draping in a friendly plop across the blond patron's shoulder . though they're not , the captain feigns rapport as they're old time friends . // @shoveoff
𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐃. besides , he wasn’t one for drinking on the job, it was when he was back in the hideaway when he could really wash away all of his lingering woes. the noise was enough to draw any man or womans attention, he put his cup to his lips and turned around to take a look at the band of pirates who have began to fill the bar — if gav were anyone else, perhaps this would have meant trouble, in an attempt to blend in more, he lifted his glass with a cheer. ❛ cheers lads! ❜ then his drink went back to his lips. offering a awkward, almost uncomfortable smile to the man as his arm went around him. ❛ ehh... hah - no... ❜ he shifts himself out of his arm and pats him on the back, friendly enough. ❛ don't believe i have - though, i imagine you'll show me a good time, like. ❜ he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
arms are folded across her waist , silently wondering-- slightly assuming . . . if he was truly asleep or not . which also prompt the thought it if was a good night out or purely exhaustion that may have knocked him out . poking with a lone finger , it starts with prodding his shoulder-- ' wake up ' she cooes , being pleasant prior to now poking his cheek . ' i know you can hear me ' she says , more in a sing - song kind of tone ( a kind in which one could tell she is wearing a smile . ) // @fcragil
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐕 𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. it helped him sleep through the night fully ( if he were lucky ) it was sadly the only way he could ever feel fully rested, given he were ever allowed rest in the first place — due to being gone so often, home was starting to feel more like a second home to him. he sat at the table with his head rested against his arms, he’d not even attempted to make it to bed. it was easier this way, he'd be right up and back to work the second the sun decided to rear its head.
he groaned, trying to pull himself from his deep sleep, eyes flickering wildly as though he is fighting for consciousness. finally, he gains it. ❛ mmm? ❜ he hums, curious. ❛ don't tell me i’ve overslept... ❜ his words are slurred. after moment of silence he pushes himself up in a start. ❛ fuck! huh?... aerith... sorry. ❜ he rubs the back of his head , awkwardly - he wonders if she was worried , or even worse... he'd heard he whinged in his sleep, well, according to charon, anyway. ❛ y’alright, aerith? ❜ he return a half smile, the best as anyone who was barely awake could. ❛ don't reckon i could catch a few more minutes before i head back. er... so long as you don't tell the others, like. ❜
happy late sunday... gavs ASSets
𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡—𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. she couldn’t believe how quickly he had seen to the contents inside of his glass, then again it was a much smaller amount then what she had seen him deal with before.
❛ you sure? ❜ she tilted her head as she watched him sway ever so slightly. not quite finished yet, she thought. since he usually made a habit of swaying like a on a sailing ship before the night ended. she knew how hard his job was, so most nights, she would would indulge him and give him her undivided attention, while maeve handled the others. she didn’t mind. gav always had a lot of stories to tell, and she loved to listen.
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀’𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀, or gav thought so anyway… he stared slack-jaw at her beauty, embarrassing really… but it was hard to bring him back down to earth with her in front of him. ❛ eh... i think so? ❜ he tilted his head, curiously. ❛ never quite tasted something like that before... heh.. got a little ahead of myself, maybe. ❜ the chuckle was small as it slipped from his lips.
❛ i think i could do with a few more though! don’t think that one cup’ll do. ❜ maybe he indulged too much, but with a job like his no one could blame him? besides - this gave him time to bond with the others. or at the very least helped him get to sleep. a beat passes with silence as she continues making drinks, small talk wasn’t something he was good at, not like this… he musters up courage and speaks: ❛ where did you learn to make drinks like this? ❜ the question came fast before he could stop himself - gav had tried not to pry into tifas business… he wouldn't want others prying into his ( not that they needed too, given enough drinks gav would sing to whatever tune was on the orchestrion ) ❛ aa — you don't haf'ta answer if its too personal, like. ❜
𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 : 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 — ’ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ’ ( 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 )
‘ why the fuck wouldn’t you say something ? ’
‘ please , don’t abandon me . ’
‘ i cannot spend another night in this home . ’
‘ what’s the difference when you beg for love ? ’
‘ this is a wasteland . ’
‘ we fell in love and now we’re both alone . ’
‘ i know it’s hard , but who are you to fall apart on me ? ’
‘ i still think you’re beautiful . ’
‘ i don’t ever want to lose my best friend . ’
‘ i hate this flavor with a passion and i fucking hate the aftertaste . ’
‘ how does it feel ? well , it feels like i’m on fire . ’
‘ wake up , i know you can hear me . ’
‘ i bet you never had a friday night like this . ’
‘ so sick of playing , i don’t want this anymore . ’
‘ the thought of you’s no fucking fun . ’
‘ you want a martyr , i’ll be one . ’
‘ enough’s enough , we’re done . ’
‘ i don’t wanna feel a thing anymore . ’
‘ i know you well , but this ain’t a game . ’
‘ dying is a gift , so close your eyes and rest in peace . ’
‘ do you know i count your heartbeats before you sleep ? ’
‘ i really hope you enjoy the show . ’
‘ i really hope you enjoy the show because for me it’s just a bad day . ’
‘ you need people like me to feel . ’
‘ maybe we’re just having too much fun . ’
‘ don’t you threaten me with a good time . ’
‘ i’m sorry , i can’t see that you truly loved me . ’
‘ please don’t take this out on me . ’
‘ you’re the only thing that’s keeping me alive . ’
‘ i’m sorry , but i’ve made up my mind . ’
‘ you’re about to miss everything . ’
‘ we’ve got poison in our wells . ’
‘ come at me with everything you’ve got . ’
‘ when i’m sober i feel pain . ’
‘ separate me from my own two hands , i’ve killed so many times . ’
‘ i’ve killed so many times . ’
‘ i can’t save the world from the creatures that won’t die . ’
‘ kinda like the way you tell me “baby , please come home ” . ’
‘ i know you’re tortured within . ’
‘ i’ve killed so many times , but i can’t save the world from the creatures that won’t die . ’
‘ your eyes look hungry again . ’
‘ i’ll never wander , my friend . ’
‘ am i the only one that thinks that you should stay alive ? ’
‘ please don’t be afraid of me . ’
‘ i never meant to hurt you , no . i only meant to do this to myself . ’
‘ let’s go in style . ’
‘ darling , it’s cold outside . ’
‘ let’s go inside , it’ll be alright . ’
‘ well , fuck , what am i supposed to be , impressed ? ’
‘ you’re just another set of bones to lay to rest . ’
‘ i guess it’s time to say goodnight , hope you had a really good time . ’
‘ this will be a night we won’t forget . ’
‘ i don’t want to miss when you cry . ’
‘ it’s good enough to make me wanna fall in love . ’
‘ why can’t we just be friends ? ’
‘ it’s not that easy . ’
‘ i can’t wait to see your brilliant face . ’
‘ can you come over ? i got something to tell you and it just can’t wait . ’
‘ nightmares no longer wait for sleep . ’
‘ i changed your mind and ended up here . ’
‘ fine , maybe i’ll pretend right now . ’
‘ i swear to god , i’m gonna change the world . ’
‘ i promise you someday we’ll tell ourselves “ oh my god , this is paradise ”. ’
‘ this is paradise and it’s so goddamn good. ’
‘ did you search for me ? ’
‘ i’ve been up here so long , i’m going crazy . ’
‘ this love was out of control . where did it go ? ’
‘ now don’t be crazy , yes of course , you can stay here . ’
‘ big deal , i guess you’re official . ’
‘ i only said it because i know what it’s like to feel burned out ! ’
‘ we’ve all been there sometimes . ’
‘ tonight i’ll make you feel beautiful once again . ’
‘ darling , you’ll be okay . ’
‘ if you were me , you’d do the same . ’
When in need of a smile~
❛ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞… ❜ she doesn't bother turning to face him, not at first. she's tending to her fire, making sure it'll hold before she looks his direction. she can't help the slight smile, revealing the fondness she has for the man. ❛ 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲? ❜ @lionscout ( ❤ )
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 — his mouth opens, but nothing escapes it except sighs and small whimpers. he’d not wanted to argue — he had simply wanted her to come home. ❛ i'll have you know... ❜ he stiffens his shoulders and holds himself proudly ❛ i'm an invaluable asset to the hideaway now -- even if they did get tired of me, which they didn't, they couldn't kick me out. ❜ a proud smile broke against his words, they came out clumsy with a rush of negative thoughts. ❛ and... i am... ❜ he added, softly, so soft it was whisper-like. ❛ you're always welcome back home, y'know... we all miss you. ❜ he spoke mainly for himself as others understood why she left, even gav himself understood, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.
gav has had enough of her slander. @wieldsrage
tifa lockhart : gav. / @lionscout
❛ so... what do you think? ❜ she waited with bated breath asking even before he had tasted the drink. 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐞. tifa could not help but giggle knowing that the alcohol would hit gav even harder than his usual spirit. ❛ hope you got to taste it at least—it’s not bad right? ❜
𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, so was the company… in many ways, way more pleasant for sure and most certainly easy on the eyes… he’d admit in hindsight that maybe it was a sorry attempt to impress her, but for now… ❛ aye, that was good. real sweet too, ❜ he hoped he couldnt tell he meant her. ❛ unlike anything i've ever had before - i’ll take three more. makes me feel like a new man. ❜ he gave a smile, followed by a small laugh, he felt the alcohol settling in his stomach already... ❛ eh, what'dyou put in that, anyway? ❜ he looks down to his empty glass then back to tifa, he was certain she grew prettier with each passing moment. a flush beginning to grow on his face, half alcohol induced and half embarrassment.
𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬—𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. some part of her still scared people and she wanted to feel okay with that, but at times it bothered her. she knew tieflings were a rare sight in valisthea, and especially ones with flaming hearts. what mattered was she was on their side, right?
now that her day was done she searched the hideaway for a friendly familiar face. one that would offer her more than a grimace or a quick chat. the tub and crown was her first stop and sure enough there he was, leaned against the bar counter, chatting with maeve.
❛ gav! ❜ she called out with a wave and scurried to his side. maeve was a kind soul—filled her a pint as soon as she saw her. ❛ i don’t see enough of you lately. ❜ karlach grinned widely, hiding the fact that she wanted to pout about his absence. ❛ so, what was it this time? something simple and easy, or were you battling a hoard of aevises? ❜ / @lionscout
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , 𝐢𝐟 𝐠𝐚𝐯 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 , 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 — though , clive had told him to take the night to rest , still , even now in this new hideaway gav found himself uneasy at night. his dreams haunted by those lost to titan , those he couldn’t save… it ate away at him , pulling his mind back to when he lost his family , he added to his unwritten list of reasons to turn to the drink , if anything , the drink would dull the pain of it all.
he leaned against the bar , laughing with maeve as she spoke on and on about her facts. so smart , he thought while taking a sip from his cup. ❛ where'd you learn all of this stuff anyhow? ❜ he asks , and as she starts to explain he can feel himself start to drift from the conversation. ❛ ehh... yeah , i figured it was from the books. ❜ he looks into his glass and lets lose another chuckle. ❛ i got my own random— ❜ he turns when he hears his name called , he could recognize her by voice alone.
❛ there she is! ❜ he said , he felt his mood instantly improve , she was made of magic , that was the conclusion he came to. ❛ i was wondering where you got off too — tried looking for you when i got back. i reckon you missed me then? ❜ he smiled , almost too hard. if felt nice to be welcomed back by her. ❛ neither ! — i had to be real quite like , sneak around. . . got the information without a sound and made my way back. did run into some wolves on the way back — easy work that. but enough about me , how was home? ❜
I wish I could unscrew my head from its hinges, pull it the fuck apart, and rip out every single shitty memory that's tainted my skin.
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 , 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. not just anger but sorrow seems to claw at her , and in turn , it twists alike inside gav , he clears his throat and puts a hand to the back of his head , letting out an awkward sound ❛ eh… ❜ he pauses , a moment passes before he speaks again , ❛ maybe… don’t … do that. ❜ it fumbles from his lips , he tries to force a laugh — make the air light around them but its thin and he feels himself struggle to breathe. i was never good at things like this , he thinks… doubting himself.
❛ how about instead we focus on the… good memories? ❜ he hated the words as soon as they left his lips , they felt presumptuous , what if she has no good memories? he asked himself… idiot. ❛ if.. eh.. if you have any of those? — i got plenty of bad myself but i can name at least one that keeps me from ripping my own head off… ❜ he offers a smile , it’s not much , and probably won’t make a difference in this situation , but letting her know that he can be vulnerable could potentially make her feel safe and heard.
𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 &. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 ❨ currently accepting. ❩ @twinbladed
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. the novelty of a new home seemed brighter than the bleakness that had befallen eistla. the warmth was appreciated, but her heart still longed for the familiarity of waloed. in the silence she could not help but recall every memory in her head. it played over and over—and each time she was left helpless. when her memories would bring her to tears she was not consoled nor comforted—she was given the space to grieve. oh, how her grief filled her up like and empty crater flooded with water. in the depths of the night when her nightmares would awaken her to the blackness of night, she would outstretch her hand for her darling husband. she prayed to whatever god would answer that this was all just a nightmare. when the sadness had passed she was able to remember what brought her joy at her new home. though it could not be often due to the world heading towards the end of it all—she did enjoy the company of the hideaway’s best scout and their leader, cid.
she would wait for them each day. sometimes they could not spare a long visit, but they would pop in to say their hellos before returning to work. a few others had taken to doing the same thing. when they looked at her she could see hope in their eyes. she wondered how long it had been since they’d seen a baby. with countless people dying day by day, finally… the sign of new life. edda rubbed her hand over her belly and felt her little one stir, ❛ oh, you are awake and filled with so much energy today… ❜
edda raised her head as she heard the infirmary door open with a creak, it did not take long for her to recognized the lilt in the voice of the visitor. a smile formed her lips without thinking much on it. ❛ do you hear that? it it gav—he has come to pay you a visit i bet. ❜ her hand rested on her stomach as she waited for him to appear from behind the curtain. she smiled wider upon seeing his face. ❛ we were hoping you would come to visit today, milord. ❜ / @lionscout
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥 — 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 , 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐣𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬. she would know being out in the field never cause such a flood of anxiety inside him. he heaved a few deep breaths outside of the infirmary door , he tried not to be too overwhelming. she’d just lost everything she knew , her home , her family , her husband… he knew how she felt , once upon a time he too lost everything and everyone he ever loved , though the difference was the whole time gav was cowering , like the coward he is. but edda is strong , he thought to himself , and at the very least , she was protecting something besides herself… that’s more than he could say for himself. the cries of his baby sister still haunt him , the screams of his siblings and parents as they met their end — he wondered if they would ever let him rest... he wondered if they could ever forgive their foolish brother... son…
he opened the door as silently as he could — a thought crossed his mind. what if she is asleep? he shook it from his thoughts and greeted tarja all the same , though a hint of awkwardness laced his tone. if edda were sleeping he’d at least take the time to glance at her , and make sure she was well , though judging by tarjas response and eye movements edda was awake , tarja knew his plans of visiting in. he peeked around the corner , a grin on his face , he gave a small wave , and spoke in a loud voice. ❛ i hope you weren’t too lonely , i’ve been meaning to visit whenever i can — just gets busy , y’know. ❜ he crouches , meeting her eye level. ❛ you been getting enough rest , eh? can’t have you tired , what with the bairn… er , baby… due any second now , like. ❜ his eyes move to her stomach , and he can feel the smile on his face grow even bigger , but he stares too long and feels a bit invasive with his stares then quickly moves them back to her eyes with a short laugh. ❛ and how’s the little one doing , you’ve been eating well for the both of you , haven’t you? if you need i can go and grab you something. ❜
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, he seldom glanced up from his deep thoughts as of late. his thoughts rushed in a circle inside of his head, and there is no end to the maze of guilt that he felt. though not all eyes are filled with scorn—but many looked upon him with distrust, fear, and anger. he did not blame them for their feelings of doubt, hurt, and grief, for how could he? as the night went on he raised his glance to watch them come and go. when the crowd died down he moved away from the wall and leaned against the bar. he felt maeve’s look of confusion run over him before she put a pint down in front of him. no words were exchanged. her expression seemed to tell him that she had not known what to say. dion took his pint and sat at the table furthest from the bar.
he took one long gulp from the pint before wiping his mouth. it was bitter and stung as it went down. nothing like the taste of red wine. the taste had an odd sour flavor that he could not quite pin, ❛ how do they drink this? ❜ he whispered with his eyes cast down into the mug. against his better judgment, he lifted the mug back up to his mouth and took another long gulp. already, he could feel the weight drifting away like some form of magic had just taken hold of him. ❛ do i even deserve to partake in such pleasures to rid myself of the weight of my guilt? ❜ he said aloud, albeit softly. he had almost finished his pint when he noticed gav. he could not tell if it was a mere stolen glance or if he had been watching him this whole time. when his mouth reached for words he was met with a loud belch. instead of feeling embarrassed by his action, he began to chuckle softly until his laughter spilled out. ❛ please excuse my rudeness… ❜ he finished the rest of his pint and let his hand fall to place it on the table. / @lionscout
𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, his muscles sore and throbbing as he leans against the bar with a wince, he’d not taken a break for days now, he was determined, if clive were going to work his hardest then gav wouldn’t slack off and kick his feet up, he’d be the loyal scout he’d always been for cid. he tapped his finger against the bar and offered maeve a smile ❛ if y'don't mind. ❜ he gives a sheepish smile. he’d been down one already when he takes notice of the prince — any man or woman would take in the sight, 𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑… though he looked more downtrodden than what the bards sing, captivating still nonetheless, perhaps even more so, there was something beautiful about the sadness in his eyes and try as he might gav couldn’t take his eye off of him as he sipped casually from his mug, unusual for him, spilling out the corner of his mouth, which he wipes mindlessly with his sleeve.
gav watched as he moved toward the bar and witnessed the silent exchange with maeve, who before had been egging gav on in approaching him as though he was a child with a crush, though now he had begun to wonder if maybe she had just wanted him to comfort the prince and had not noticed anything else, still.. the thought sent blood straight to his already alcohol-flushed cheeks, the alcohol hadn’t made him that brave — he waited until dion went quietly back to his seat, watching him closely... when their eyes met gav’s body betrayed him in letting out a noise of audible shock, followed by embarrassing laughter, his cheeks burning a bit hotter now. ❛ no need to apologize to me, prince. ❜ he shot a glance at maeve, who just cocked her head, with that he approached, drink in one hand , placing his free hand on a seat, laughing still, awkwardly. ❛ eh... i don't s'pose i could join you, prince dion? ❜
❝ i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth. ❞
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨. gav adjusts in his seat, so that he might face her, letting his remaining eye, with worry, gaze upon her countenance. it hurt to see her this way… not a single tear fell , she held them behind her eyes filled with sorrow and pain. he knew her heart ached ❨ her words were proof enough ❩ for all the ones she hurt and those who she had left to fend for themselves in this cruel world ❨ perhaps even those to come still, which she may inflict pain upon. ❩ — he knew that she was left without choice, only with regret and sin. he allowed the silence build between them, quietly hoping that within the silence she would see in herself what her allies saw, what gav saw. she needed room to breathe through the thundering emotions cracking underneath her surface and he could only offer words of comfort, but even still, he was shit at comforting words. he’d never been in her situation, though empathetic, how could he relate to the pain she continues to push through?
nervous and cautiously, he lifts his hand, gently placing it on her upper back, rubbing circles as an attempt to soothe her, though certain that no amount of touch can soothe the lifetime of pain she endured as a captive in the iron kingdom. ❛ eh… ❜ he starts, softly. ❛ try not to focus too hard on trying to be something else for our sake, jill… ❜ he speaks softly, holding her gaze best he can. ❛ no one here expects you to be anything you’re not… y’know that… don’t you? ❜ offering a gentle smile. ❛ and if it all gets too tough… you can lean on ol’ gav, ❜ he gives her a warm smile, an attempt to lighten her spirits. ❛ if it’ll lift the weight burden you’ve been carrying … i’d gladly help you carry that weight… though, hah, we both may topple over eventually — ❜ he chuckles ❛ ah — lucky though, clive’ll be there to catch the both of us. ❜
misc poetry sentence starters ❨ currently accepting. ❩ @praymetia
