ˡᵒᵛᵉ⠀/⠀ 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖘,

even though we can’t become one, i will not let you be alone.

[lovewanes]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 ╲ a fandomless original character, rooted in the legend of zelda lore. ✧ written by naminé, twenty-one, he/they/it. more verses to be done. ⤷ heavily intertwined with shathyar. ♡

[sunhalf-a2]

Aika's —— it's hard to put into words, this particular hurt in her ribs. She's lost people before, of course / lots and lots and lots and lots / but this has never happened. Never had a love and been FORGOTTEN by them, and the forgetting makes her feel angry and achey and small. And a great deal younger.

It's not fair to be pissed, Ki points out. You know that it wasn't on purpose. Well, I am pissed, Aika shoots back. At them? At their bitch sister. Mostly.

"I was lookin' for somebody —" Aika says, honest, head tilting to see her. She's still so pretty / her soul was probably pretty, too, and she's stabbingly envious of whatever Reaper handled her last death. The bastard smiles, sunny - sweet, and only the Glamour keeps it from looking as false as it is. "But I think I'm outta luck." Aika feels Ki's surprise. Remembering too suddenly might hurt them, Aika says. Ki laughs, something soft and surprised. Oh, you like her, Ai. "Mmm — but I could definitely use some help. Got anything that's like a — love potion?"

[lovewanes]

@sunhalf : i was looking for somebody. it's an innocent enough statement; she doesn't read into it. instead, iseul laughs; bright, warm. ❝ you're not the first person to ask, ❞ she says. ❝ i've got nothing of the sort, sorry. it's a bit too fantastical for simple old herbs to do. ❞ she stands, pushing off of the table as she approaches aika, skirts swaying with the movement.

a hand comes up to straighten the bottles on the shelf aika's in front of, less out of annoyance and more to have something to do as they talk. ❝ i'm assuming it has to do with the person you're looking for. ❞ so much for not reading into it—— nosy, a little voice that sounds like nana nags, you're being nosy. well, it's not like much else happens in town. a stranger with a story is just too good to pass up—— so their smile turns into something more friendly as they turn to face aika, eyes crinkling at the edge.

( they hope they don't look too eager. )

❝ are you dealing with heartbreak, then? there's probably a better way to fix that then coming in here. ❞

[lovewanes]

✧ @sivrit, for satanael ╲ ❝ are you lost? ❞ it’s a pointless question. iseul laughs, and the sound echoes across the stars. here, as twinkling light—— as destructive, self-contained plasma—— she makes herself comfortable in front of the prisoner on the moon. ( for a second, she wonders: does this make her that fabled rabbit? ) ❝ you’re far from where you need to be, aren’t you? ❞ her gaze falls to the shackles keeping her down. ❝ or maybe ... you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. ❞

[lovewanes]

✧ @sunhalf, for aika kaname ╲ a budding familiarity—— a quiet pain that won't go away. it sits at the edges of her mind as iseul tries her best not to stare at the woman overlooking her tinctures and remedies. it'd be easier to keep her head down and continue working, there's a never-ending amount of it, after all, but—— but——

( where has she seen this woman before? )

❝ do you need help? ❞ iseul asks instead, smile patient and friendly from behind her counter. the herbs can wait, at least for a little while. ❝ looking for anything in particular? ❞

[shathyar-deactivated20260125]

alysia's gaze turns skyward — not for the beast outside of question, no. she bears witness to the clouds that envelop and mask the sacred creature, ( she feels the familiarity of home, of family ) and exhales harshly. she looks to iseul ( wayward sister, the other half to a fractured whole ) with her usually - grumpy demeanour. but it's not something that gets a rise out of her. ( their family was a heavy burden to bear, even with two of them. )

❝ ... do we want her to? ❞ there's another pause. ❝ i do. ❞

[lovewanes]

a sad, sad smile: no matter how far apart their hearts may be, they truly are sisters. ❝ i'd like her to see what we've become. ❞ her hands twist the stem of a sundelion 'til it breaks, like the severing of a rope before it burns itself into ash. [ THE END OF LOOSE ENDS AND BLOODY SINS. ] wouldn't it be beautiful for hyrule's goddess to finally reappear, to bless the land and give it light?

but hyrule has always come second. hyrule means nothing without the ones she loves most.

❝ ... not just her. i think it'd be beautiful, if we could reunite our family again. ❞

[impolitecanadian]

do you ever see your sibling and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? like my brother will walk into the room and i’m like “oh man i guess i have to end you”

[d3av3lop3r-deactivated20220730]

[doodlemeimpressed]

You don’t understand how much this post has ruined my life. My older sister won’t stop mentioning the Cain Instinct. Every time I hear the name Cain I run in fear, It’s not funny anymore. She’ll literally say “im feeling the Cain Instinct” just before she attacks. But all I’m feeling is the Abel Instinct. Someone save me. I am a sacrificial lamb and God is my sister with a pillow.

[lovewanes]

✧ @shathyar, for alysia salem ╲ she watches a lone dragon in the sky, slow and melancholy in its flight—— twisting, turning, seeking ... a light [ HOPE ] in the dark, / a final answer. from the earth, it feels like a reflection of a million lives. ❝ do you think she will ever return? ❞ iseul asks, the stem of a flower breaking in her deft fingers. a hope [ PLEA ] uttered as one last prayer. she is not talking about that lone dragon. no, perhaps something much worse.

[lovewanes-deactivated20240809]

aaaa general planned verses

three houses. → part of the blue lions house. hiding from her sister, taking refuge in the monastery. hides her pointed ears with illusory magic. high in magic as well as strength. during the timeskip, she was captured by those who slither in the dark and experimented on by alysia. post timeskip, she has white hair.

genshin impact. → takes the role of the traveler; separated from her sister by the primordial god, she wanders teyvat in order to find her again.

dead by daylight. → entered the fog alongside her sister; they break the entities rules. one match, they may be killers; the other, survivors. her killer name is "the star."

kingdom hearts. → i'm still thinking this through don't look at me but i think iseul has reincarnated multiple times throughout the series. one life during the age of fairytales, another during missing link, one final one that places her at the adults' age by the time sora starts his adventure. keyblade master and intimately familiar with the final world.

general fantasy. → iseul is unaware of her divine nature and lives as a mortal. adopted by a woman she calls nana, she has an elder brother and sister; they all live in a small village sustained by traveling merchants.

final fantasy xiv. → well i don't fucking know. i dont know. warrior of light for sure though. also started in la noscea. i don't know!!!

[ragewanes-deactivated20241126]

❝ we’re two separate people in the exact same shade. ❞

( she was gone too quickly. here and there, like sand 'twixt slender fingers. alysia reaches out, hand holds towards where her star would be, wishes upon it a hundred more times for her to come back. don't leave me alone here! ) a soul that was made with the intention of spending the rest of it alongside one another was not a soul that fared well alone.

burdened by the mantle of mortality, the two of them endlessly tumble throughout time and space, parallel to the wishes of their forefather. (were they a cruel man for this?) alysia tenses, her shoulders heavy with the weight of the memories. how long had she been chasing the sun around the earth? how long had she been wandering like a man without water in the desert? hoping, aching, for a successful trial.

the knife that cuts holds tightly in her right hand, and she suddenly sees iseul as a feral animal cornered. her sister, hylia bless the both of them, her sweet sister had fangs and claws (and a sword of silver, please remember), whether she remembered them or not. this is suddenly a dangerous position to stand in, glowering up at the other.

❝ we’re two separate people in the exact same shade. ❞

alysia's hands shake, (do you remember?) trembling at the notion. where, before her, she saw soft edges and a dulled exterior, a simple physician (just like her). but backed into her proverbial corner, (the killer and the survivor, just as the entity had always intended. soldier and martyr.) but now, she sees the other for what they are. a predator, trapping prey. in this tale, alysia is the butterfly that just wandered into the spiders web.

( the vision rises too late; a mass of wings expands into iseul's shadow on the wall, alysia sees the holy ichor bleeding from nose and mouth and ears, she is blinding light, and alysia blinks the image away and sees just iseul, terrified and afraid. ) a trick of their mother, surely.

❝ you're nothing like me. ❞