* moon / found .

fe3h dragon oc penned by arson. rules / about. sideblog to deathcrest.

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heliacaled‌:

oh does it? [kicks the back of his knee]

cranky ‘cos you’re short, aren’t you

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heliacaled‌:

bitch

i’m  rubber ,  you’re  glue ,  whatever  you  say  bounces  off  me  and  sticks  to  you

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heliacaled‌:

hey. hey eletha. look at me.

yeah ?  fuck ?

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i do need everyone to know that this is how eletha dresses, except he wears black

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psst. hey you. i knew the goddess when she was a kid. if you ever want the hot goss, lemme know and i’ll tell you.

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HEY ASS OF HOLE.

HEY HOLE OF ASS

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mightstrike‌:

 “huh?” and the shock of being spoken to - you didn’t hear the footfalls, but you’re used to this - makes you turn. eyes run over the stranger. there’s been a ton of weirdos at garreg mach lately who have been kinda shifty, and your instinct are pretty good with those kinda people. nothing much gets set off with this one. nothing much save something kinda big inside your heart: curiousity ! you wanna know! you wanna know a lot. wow, there sure are a lotta people with green hair around lately, and they’re all pretty important people, you guess? hey, does that mean linhardt is gonna be that important soon? 

 “cos i wanna get stronger. i gotta make my own path. the only way i’m gonna do that is by being on the battlefield!” you grin, all toothy, all sharp. little warlike boy, raised on nothing but violence - what else in the world would there be for you? besides, you’re at the officer’s academy. why else would you come here except to learn how to fight? there’s other lessons, sure, but your main concern is how to swing the axe just right. or how to strike the demonic beasts at their very weakest points. or how, simply, to not die. survival runs in your blood like some kinda drug, or something. you’re not sure. that’s the phrase, right? “you don’t fight, huh? well, that’s okay! i’m gonna be strong enough to protect people like you, one day, so don’t you worry.”

     ❝  ah .  ❞    you  suppose  you  should  have  expected  an  answer  like  that .  but  it  still  hurts ,  deep  in  your  heart  of  hearts .  (  the  heart  so  guarded  from  everyone  but  belenus  ---  but  baruch ,  that  is .  )  (  you  understand  why  he  has  taken  a  new  name ,  but  you  don't  LIKE  it .  )  (  anger  at  sothis'  daughter  wells  up ;  just  as  briefly  it  is  gone  again ,  replaced  by  a  deep ,  overwhelming  sadness .  )  you  wonder  if  there  would  be  any  point  telling  him  that  there  is  strength  in  other  places  than  a  swordarm  ---  you  wonder  if  it  would  be  hypocritical  of  you  to  speak  of  strength ,  when  (  historically  speaking  )  you  are  more  cowardly  than  strong .  

     you  think  you  had  been  hoping  for  something  more .  some  other  reason  he  fights .  but  no ,  no  of  course  that  is  the  reason .  (  it  makes  you  yearn  for  the  time  before ,  the  time  when  war  wasn't  a  constant  threat ,  when  things  were  ---  for  the  most  part  ---  peaceful .  )  (  and  you  know  you'll  never  be  able  to  go  back  to  that  time ,  no  matter  how  much  you  might  want  to .  )  a  sad  smile  crosses  your  face .  you  are  thousands  of  years  old ,  you  have  traveled  the  stars ,  and  this  child  thinks  he  needs  to  protect  you .  yes ,  something  is  very  broken  here .    ❝  correct ,  i  don't  fight .  but  i'm  not  worried  ---  and  you  needn't  protect  me .  ❞    you  don't  fight ,  but  you  think  you  might ,  in  certain  circumstances .  (  if  he  was  in  danger .  if  you  were  in  danger .  )  (  you  don't  know  if  you  could  bring  yourself  to  run  away  again .  you  could  never  leave  him  behind .  )  (  you  know  that  you  are  a  coward .  )

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my sun || dracstar‌:

     you  didn’t  mean  to  stay  here  very  long,   but  you’ve  been  carrying  too  much  stock  with  you,   so  you’ve  decided  to  stay  here  for  a  couple  days  in  hopes  of  earning  some  more  money  so  you  can  resupply  your  own  personal  needs.   just  a  quick  in  and  out,   don’t  get  too  comfortable,   to  be  too  friendly,   then  you  leave  and  everyone  can  forget  you  were  even  there.

     you’ve  gotten  good  at  that.

     you’ve  gotten  use  to  that.   (  and  isn’t  that  tragic?   that  you  don’t  let  yourself  grow  attached.   that  humans  and  their  fowl  blood  disgusts  you  still.  )   (  you’re  too  busy  playing  a  role  in  a  comedy  to  notice  how  it’s  really  a  tragedy.  )

     you  were  talking  to  a  customer,   when  you  glanced  over  their  shoulder  and  your  eyes  catch.   green,   strikingly  so.   you  stumble  over  your  words,   your  heart  pounding  in  your  chest.   you  quickly  shoo  away  the  customer  despite  what  it  may  cost  you  and  you  start  to  move.

     it  can’t  be.

     it  can’t  be  him.   he  left.   he’s  gone.   he  abandoned  you.   yet  he’s  here.   there’s  no  mistaking  it.   and  you  meet  him  halfway.   (  you’ve  waited  so  long  and  you  don’t  even  realize  it.  )   you  suck  in  a  breath,   throat  suddenly  dry.

     ❝  eletha?  ❞   the  heaviness  of  his  name  on  your  tongue  weighs  you  down.   yet,   yet  you  feel  you  can  BREATHE,   for  the  first  time  in  a  very  long  time.  ❝  is  it  really  you?  ❞

     he  says  your  name ,  and  you  think  you  might  cry  for  the  first  time  in  hundreds  of  years .  (  he  gave  you  a  name ,  and  in  return  you  gave  him  your  heart .  )  you  could  never  forget  your  name ,  but  you  had  forgotten  precisely  what  it  sounded  like  coming  from  his  mouth .  had  forgotten  precisely  the  way  his  lips  move  to  form  each  syllable .  had  forgotten  that  his  voice  is  sweeter  than  any  song  you  have  ever  heard .  

     you  move  on  instinct ,  taking  another  step  forward  and  grasping  his  hands  in  your  own .  you  bring  them  up  to  your  face ,  pressing  your  lips  against  his  knuckles  as  your  eyelids  flutter  closed .  your  heart  feels  heavy ,  but  at  the  same  time  it  feels  as  if  it  has  taken  flight .  and  for  a  moment  you  stand  there ,  soaking  in  his  presence .  

     he's  here .  he's  alive .  (  you're  here ,  too .  and  those  things  in  tandem  are ,  you  think ,  the  most  wonderful  in  this  or  any  other  world .  )  you  finally  look  back  at  him ,  and  you  think  you  might  never  look  away .  (  in  this  moment ,  the  noise  of  the  marketplace  has  fallen  away .  )

          (  in  this  moment ,  nobody  exists  but  the  two  of  you .  )  

     your  love ,  which  started  among  the  stars ,  that  has  spanned  centuries ,  envelops  you ,  surrounds  you  like  a  gentle  breeze ,  brings  you  together .  (  he  is  here .  you  are  here .  if  you  believed  in  miracles ,  you  would  say  that  this  is  one .  )

     finally ,  finally ,  you  speak  to  him .    ❝  it  is .  i  am  here ,  belenus .  ❞    his  name ,  from  you ,  is  closer  to  a  song ,  closer  to  a  prayer .  (  a  benediction  to  the  only  thing  that  has  ever  mattered  to  you :  love .  )

     another  breath ,  one  that  feels  as  if  you  had  been  holding  it  for  years ,  for  centuries  (  and  maybe  you  have  )  and  your  lips  form  the  barest  hint  of  a  smile .  (  albeit  one  tinged  with  sadness ,  with  guilt .  )    ❝  and  you  ---  you  are  really  here .  i  thought  i  would  never  see  you  again .  i  thought .  .  .  ❞    you  can't  bring  yourself  to  say  the  words  aloud .  (  you  have  not  once  said  them  out  loud ,  would  not  have ,  even  if  you'd  had  somebody  to  speak  them  to .  )  

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hrm. || @mightstrike

     you  have  only  been  at  the  monastery  for  a  couple  of  days  but  already ,  you  cannot  wait  to  leave .  you  understand  her  reasons  for  doing  what  she  is  doing ,  but  it  cannot  be  right .  the  proximity  of  these  children  (  for  even  among  humanity's  childishness ,  these  are  children  )  to  weapons ,  to  fighting ,  to  war ,  makes  your  stomach  turn .  you  have  taken  to  sitting  on  the  tops  of  towers  ---  never  explaining  how  you  get  up  or  back  down  ---  and  watching  their  training  from  afar .  it  reminds  you ,  far  too  easily ,  of  the  war  that  you  abandoned .  (  and  that ,  in  turn ,  reminds  you  of  the  love  you  abandoned .  )  (  you  are  better ,  now  that  you  have  reunited  with  him ,  but  the  memory  still  burns .  )

     it  perturbs  you ,  even  when  you  are  not  physically  watching .  (  you  know  that  her  mother  raised  her  better  than  this ,  raised  her  to  respect  life  better  than  this  ---  but  you  do  understand  how  broken  she  likely  feels .  )  (  you  understand  what  it  is  like  to  be  among  the  last  of  your  kind .  )  (  to  be  the  last  of  your  kind .  )  you  spot  one  of  the  children  you  have  seen  training ,  and  walk  up  to  him .  without  preamble  (  without  so  much  as  an  introduction ,  even  )  you  speak .    ❝  why  do  you  fight ?  ❞

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oh i do wanna say that eletha is a vegetarian. he went like....thousands of years only eating space plants WHICH I’M DECLARING AS A THING he had a garden on the moon although i guess he doesn’t like, strictly speaking. need to eat??? considering he’s a divine dragon??? does sothis eat??? i dunno dude

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give eletha Attention*

* like this for a (probably short) starter

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eletha’s lil horn like if u agree

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reunion thread reunion thread reu || @dracstar

     you  pull  your  hood  closer  around  your  face  ---  there  are  a  few  people  with  hair  similar  to  yours ,  but  in  your  many  years  of  self-imposed  exile  since  the  end  of  the  war ,  you've  yet  to  see  another  with  ears  like  yours .  (  and  even  rarer ,  you  think ,  would  be  to  see  someone  with  a  horn .  )  you  cannot  risk  them  finding  out  what  you  are  ---  finding  out  who  you  are .  (  though  your  name  has  been  stricken  from  history ,  you  are  still  afraid .  )  (  you  know  what  happened  to  sothis ,  and  though  these  people  do  not  seem  to  know  of  the  existence  of  your  people ,  you  still  cannot  risk  it .  )  so  you  hide  yourself .

     you  lean  in  closer ,  to  better  see  the  wares  that  the  merchant  is  trying  to  sell  you  (  you're  only  interested  in  this  particular  kind  of  fruit  because  he  showed  it  to  you ;  it's  not  your  favorite ,  if  you're  honest ,  but  it's  what's  here  )  and  you  hear  a  noise  that  causes  your  eyes  to  focus  past  his  booth .

     you  look  up  and  you  see  somebody  that  looks  so  familiar  ---  but  you  know  it  could  not  possibly  be  him .  he  died  in  the  war ;  he  was  canonized  by  the  church  that  seiros  created  in  the  aftermath  of  the  war .  there's  no  way  that  he  could  be  here

     for  a  moment  you  curse  genetics  for  creating  somebody  who  looks  so  similar  to  your  lost  love .  (  the  love  you  left ,  the  love  you  never  said  aloud ,  the  love  you  have  thought  of  every  day  for  hundreds  of  years .  )

          and  then  he  looks  up .

     and  those  eyes .  .  .  you  could  never  forget  those  eyes .  you  don't  know  how  he  could  possibly  be  here ,  don't  know  how  he  survived  the  war  ---  but  you  don't  care .

     the  fruit  utterly  forgotten ,  you  walk  around  the  stall  in  a  daze ;  you  walk  across  the  marketplace .  you  go  to  him ,  and  you  remember  clearly ,  for  the  first  time  in  centuries ,  the  exact  way  it  felt  to  be  in  space .  (  you  remember  that  it  has  always  come  second  to  the  way  it  felt  to  being  with  him .  )

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eletha does definitely treat rhea like his dumbass niece. that’s like, his sister’s kid and she started a religion??? and also like, child soldiers???? come on now your mama raised you better than that :/

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adore my gay jewish space dragon or you’ll only have a kind of okay 5780

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tag drop 

》》 a witch kissed me and cursed me to always be right about everything. ( ooc. ) 》》 like my voice during second puberty. ( crack. ) 》》 promo. 》》 self promo. 》》 starter call. 》》 dash comm. 》》 open. 》》 meme. 》》 save. 》》 visage. 》》 musing. 》》 character study. 》》 headcanon. 》》 in character.