BLINDING &. RADIANT!

BLINDING &. RADIANT! you : the traveler, the champion.

[sarastuss]

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YOU ARE THE SUN : YOU HEAL, YOU BURN.  ( a lost soul ) blessed by hydaelyn, destined to become the guiding light, the hero of the worlds.

　 ҉　. an independent,  mutuals only writing blog for  WARRIOR OF LIGHT &. AZEM, named SARASTUS. based on the final fantasy xiv-game, with heavily my own adaptations to the lore, ( the main importance sarastus' soul remained mostly unharmed during the sundering, because of hydaelyn ) please read the carrd for more details! adaptable to most fandoms!  brought to you by deax.   ( she / her, 26 ) also found at : @bllakcat

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❝ FORGING AHEAD WITH ; @eternalswind , @excalibiur , @praesparo , @echosdeath , @palespawn , @anoffering , @reawaken , @heroeslot , @penrdagon , @studiodrafts

[sarastuss]

staying over at my family home over the weekend, but i'll continue writing on sunday when i get back 🌞

[sarastuss]

HER MOUTH WARM, INVITING ; ALL FOR HIM TO DEVOUR! such a beautiful thing, to watch how the sun itself can bend, to surrender ... even with all the steady, undeniable presence of it. the beat of the golden heart is elevated when her body shifts against g'raha's own, her thighs straddling over his, as he sits upon the bed &. the warrior has found her purpose upon his lap. fabric has been abandoned when it started to feel like something insulting, when two bodies that have yearned for one another through space &. time can be pressed close like so, without anything in-between.

her hands map the muscles of upon his shoulders, his back, ... the shift of them matching the heat of the kisses that are induced with the fire alight within the champion herself. every inch of him has already been mapped, &. burned into her memory that taunts so beautifully even during waking hours. every touch she gives is worship ; every touch still speaks of the knowledge of how long they have both waited for one another, &. now, the sun seeks to devour, to love him into flame.

so greedy, can even the golden heart of the hero be, when given the right to reach for something selfish.

a soft sound escapes into their open mouthed kisses as she feels g'raha shift underneath her touch so, ... one hand upon the small of her back, the other underneath her thigh, bringing her closer, still. no distance, no distance, no distance, their hearts beat. ... tension exists somewhere in her muscles still, from the aftermath the towers of telophoroi's still woven in her ; like a weapon manifested unable to realize that for now, there is a moment to breathe.

he sees it, of course he does. there is not an ounce of her that he would not know ... so woven, are these two souls, even across every impossibility. not even the stars themselves can manage to stand upon their path.

suddenly, the grip of his tightens ; a pleasant sensation that makes another breath get caught in her throat ... but once he shifts their places, when her back meets the soft mattress underneath &. his body hovers hers, ... all without their lips never abandoning one another, ( because of course, he would have known the precise angles to pull such a move. ) the very breath is exhaled then, so sweetly, as for a moment her eyes open ... golden hues' glow brighter now, emotions running high! her lush lips swollen from the hunger of their kisses, ethereal expression ruined &. dazed. there is a question there in her gaze, but she already feels the way his mouth trails to her neck, lips &. tongue announcing their worship of her skin, while she feels the graze of teeth here &. there, just enough to make claim, to leave proof for them to know, he was there.

@eternalswind : let me take care of you.

INTENTIONS MADE KNOWN ; IT IS BOTH A PLEA &. A DEMAND. because he sees, he knows. her head tilts against the pillow, giving him more room to roam, to touch, &. she feels the claim being made. a pleased sound leaves her lips, soft as the dawn yet holding something of that enchanting darkness in it. her back arches slightly, yearning, yearning, yearning. ( impatient, are we, hero? ) the way his mouth travels lower, collarbone, chest ... all maddening in the sweetest way. her hands move to the back of his neck, the other to the red of his hair, fingers curling there once with one kiss, then by the other, a gentle caress of his ear that she has learned will reward her with a sweet sound of his own.

there always exists the instinct to be the one that moves, &. it is her body reaching for that instinct. her body speaks the words as they brew atop her tongue, about to speak of the fact she wants to take care of him all the same, to plead to let her taste his skin once more ... ❝ g'ra— ❞ but then, his mouth finds the place where she aches the most in this moment ; the wetness of her, warm, ready. her back arches from the mattress from the contact of his lips, leaving such a worshipful kiss there. her breath breaks on his name, mouth ajar from the sound of it. then, came his tongue, as he tasted once more how sweet even the most lethal, ethereal thing can be.

every argument she had died upon her tongue, right then.

her hand moved to his hair then, fingers curling in it in a tug of someone needing to hold on. ❝ g'raha ... ❞ his name, like a prayer itself as his practiced tongue swirled. her hips shifted, adjusting to the rhythm he gave, ❝ so good, ❞ it came out breathless, wrecked. ❝ you are so good for me. ❞

[sarastuss]

she is just so-

[edgeofate]

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

"of course they will." the sky above elpis softens into amaranthine twilight, gold surrendering at last to violet as the first stars begin their patient vigil. hythlodaeus lies beside @sarastuss in the grass, all careless sprawl and lazy elegance as he watches their kindling, one by one, pretending, however briefly, that neither of them has anywhere else to be. for now, they allow themselves the fiction of solitude, despite the near certainty that hades will soon materialize out of sheer irritation alone, as always. a prospect they would not willingly trade for any other.

with the faintest curl of amusement, he continues, "they're rather good at it, after all—- remaining, even when everything else insists on changing." one hand idly lifts, reaching toward the slow unveiling of the heavens. "must be comforting, being so confidently awaited... though i suspect you've grown used to that, haven't you?"

[sarastuss]

THE PROMISE REMAINS ; &. SO IT SHALL, AS LONG AS THEY DRAW BREATH! that was the the core of it after all, was it not? ... to return, together. she finds solace in that, to know that even as now, whenever should she call upon them, her dearest of friends would answer ... but to know, that when one day, each of them have seen their duties full-filled, their hearts content ... they will face what follows, all three of them together. another adventure, always waiting!

but now, there is comfort of resting against the soft grass, in this peaceful solitude they have found. wind barely teases the flora around, but its faint whisper can still be heard every now &. then. she hums in acknowledgement &. the very same amusement then, upon his statement of that the sun, moon &. stars are good at that, remaining. even when everything else insists upon changing.

THOSE GLOWING GOLDS FOCUS UPON THE SKY AS WELL ; WARM LIGHT COMPETING WITH COLD ONE. one hand is underneath her head, the other over her chest, resting loosely, fingertips just faintly touching the edges of black mask, with the golden details.

but then, he spoke out the other part ; how it must be comforting to be so confidently awaited, &. the added factor that she who holds the seat of Azem must have grown used to that.

her head tilts then, aureate gaze focues upon him, &. there is a playful expression that decorates her features, bare for him too see. for there was no need to conceal, not here. not between them. ( &. besides, have you ever not been the one to not care for strict laws? ) ❝ now, you say that as if i assume every time i am away, you and hades look longingly into the distance and wait for my return. ❞ she jests, her expression radiant with it. but there is a steadier current underneath ; the fact, that there is truth in his statement ... for she knows. again, the solace in this ever changing world, was that she knew she had someone to return to ; a home, that was not forged of four-walls, but by presences. her head tilts toward the skies again, looking upwards towards the stars, their cold &. pure light shining down upon them, waiting for the moment hades would eventually appear, reluctant as he might dress it as initially.

❝ but it is one of my favorite things, upon my journeys, ❞ she begins then, voice softer, weighed by the depth of the truth in it. ❝ to return, i mean. ❞ for while that golden heart, that soul of hers has ever been forged to adventure forth, it does not remove the fact that her light remains burning bright for those she holds close.

[excaliabur]

                        sarastus' response draws a breath of a chuckle from clive, yet it ceases almost as swiftly as it's born. the motion pulling sharply at his side, and the sound fractures into a restrained wince, his features contorting as torn flesh protests the movement. still, hint of a smile lingers, faint but remains upon the corners of his mouth. ❝ adequate or gifted ... i suspect you would see to this far better than i. ❞ for his own method would consist solely of a bandage and hope it holds.

she speaks then of others, companions scattered across distant lands, names and places that drift by him like smoke. none stirs recognition. and though, he keeps composure ... frustration pulls at him. to know so little, to hold nothing but skill and instinct, and name alone. clive's gaze lowers briefly. ❝ i would settle for no less, my la — sarastus.  ❞ he catches himself, the correction immediate.

the wandering stranger shifts carefully again, angling himself to grant her better reach, despite the discomfort it brings. clive's jaw tightens, teeth grazing the inside of his cheek. her touch, it is light, barely there, just fingertips upon the warmth of his skin. an unnatural heat emits from clive, almost like when one's too close to a furnace, or open flame.

before radiant light blooms from her palm, spilling across his wound like dawn over darkened ground. clive's breath stills, his eyes widening by a touch, as the flesh knits itself whole beneath her touch, the cut by coeurl is sealed, without so much as a scar to remember by. only the blood remains, and ruined fabric. cobalt eyes lift, lips parting in his surprise.

❝ adequate, huh? i fear your understanding of the word differs greatly from my own.   ❞ he jests, with hand raising to press lightly against where wound had been. there is not even remnant of pain ... as if the incident had never even occurred. ❝ you would not happen to possess a talent for tailoring as well, would you?   ❞ clive straightens gradually, testing movement and finding no resistance. ❝ better now, thanks to you.   you are ... quite extraordinary, dare i say.   ❞ clive begins, almost bashful at the admission. ❝ how did you learn of such a talent?   ❞

[sarastuss]

A LIGHTHEARTED CURVE DECORATES HER LIPS ; TO WITNESS HIS EXPRESSION, THE STATEMENT THAT FOLLOWED WAS ENOUGH TO DRAW SUCH AN EXPRESSION FORTH UPON ETHEREAL FEATURES! more so, it is because of the relief of the aid she could bring ... to witness clive press his hand lightly against his side, &. when she witnesses no wince, no sign that pain lingers? golden heart eases. there is gratitude embedded into her expression as well, for his words bring forth a steady warmth with each beat against her ribcage.

then, humor spills more brightly ; an audible flow of melody, amusement exhaled with a soft sound as her head dips briefly with it, before golden eyes find cobalt once more. ❝ i am afraid that is a talent i can not even call myself adequate in, ❞ the admission comes forged with the same lighthearted humor. it is followed by a warm smile, &. another true statement, ❝ but give one word to my friend tataru that you are in need aid with tailoring, she will follow through, and then, proceed to go beyond your expectations. ❞

that is the beauty of it all ; the way that in this world, everyone has their talents, ways they can aid ... things that have a greater effect than imagined, even if it would feel small compared to deeds of others. &. that is why, the champion of the star feels as strongly as she does about the fact that because of every helping hand along the way, that is why she, &. others, can push forward. to forge ahead.

another exhale, akin to a huff that is just as warm as the initial one, ❝ before you know it, you would have a whole new look made to suit you perfectly. ❞

THERE IS A SLIGHT SHIFT THEN ; LIGHTHEARTED FLOW FORMING INTO SOMETHING STEADIER AGAIN, SOMETHING QUIETER. it happened, when he voiced that he was better, thanks to her efforts ... that she, upon his words, was quite extraordinary. if watched upon, the shift is there, in oceans of gold. within herself, there is that shift as well ... new, &. yet, familiar. then, perhaps it is a saving grace before the sensation glows brighter in her eyes, he asks where she learned such a talent.

but first, her smile ; smaller, this time, but no less warm, ... more steady, more true with the depths of it, acknowledges what came first. ❝ you are kind to say so, ❞ gratitude spills true, not that a tongue of hers nor eyes like hers could ever truly forge lies. a blessing where it can be a curse all the same. ❝ as to how i acquired such a skill, ❞ centuries flicker inside her mind, the kind, guiding voice echoes within. a sense of longing comes forth within, alternating once more the look of golden hues ; not a place to belong to anymore, no longer a voice she can reach out for. instead, there is a graveyard, ... but even so, flowers bloom upon the mounds. for the story forges on.

❝ i once had a mentor, who taught me. ❞ those radiantly melancholy eyes speak with warmth ; of the person who was simply venat, ... a friend, a mentor, a guide. not hydaelyn, not the divine thing that set course for all that has come forth. just her, the person before it, the person sarastus always knew her first as. the warrior of light remains knelt slightly to the side of him, next to the bed, ❝ she was one of the most skilled people i knew. to this day, i admire her greatly, and have a lot to thank her for. ❞

&. then, perhaps she realized that she indeed, remained knelt right by his side, the proximity of it. another shift, lasting merely seconds, the way her pupils widened a minuscule amount, before they settled once more. she cleared her throat, if only quietly, as she stood with all the grace embedded into her. ❝ do you need anything? water, or food? ❞ ( that is right, pour yourself to action, since that seems easier for you, hero. ) ❝ if you want me to send tataru for you, i can do that as well. ❞

[sarastuss]

i recognize the first note of 'flow' like people recognize the first note of 'welcome to the black parade'

[sarastuss]

TITLE BESTOWED ; OR PERHAPS, IT HAS EVER EXISTED WITHIN YOUR SOUL? yes, that sounds more accurate ... woven into the light &. dark of yours, all those centuries ago. ( here you are still, champion of the star, forging ahead, drawing breath. ) heaviness of that burden is upon her shoulders, &. despite it, it does not affect that every step is followed by another, that every time she has fallen, she has gotten up again. but the truth echoes just as bright ; not even the strongest need to carry their burdens alone. &. not a day goes by, when the warrior of light does not view those who journey with her, those who have aided her, &. her friends upon all these tasks leading toward this day, as heroes alongside her. more so those, that are merely now a memory.

there are whispers from the past, echoing loud within, even when her own lush lips have not uttered a word. contained thing, the stretch of memory &. how it beckons her, haunts her, taunts her. all of that, has made the weight of it all the more heavy.

&. but there are those, who can relate to the burden in a more in-depth way ;

@zmhati : always the hero

HER FOCUS HAD BEEN UPON THE MAPS ; ATTENTION POURED UPON THE NEXT STEP, THE NEXT DANGER THAT WOULD BE MET HEAD ON! ( you, my friend, never change. ) however, upon hearing the familiar voice, her head turns to the side, watching the posture of z'mhati, arms crossed over his chest ; a steady stance, ever prepared. a shared mannerism, something the duty demands. perhaps lingering tension embedded there as well ; something that has not been an easy thing to stand aside of. it is not her place to say where his feelings should pour, regarding what took place in the First, regarding G'raha ... but, she does know z'mahti's temper enough, so, she remains observant.

the comment he had spoken out had followed her own, where she, once again, claimed a dangerous part of the plan for herself to face.

then, expression shifts from that steady focus taken with the seriousness it demanded, to something warmer, brighter. hers. ❝ you sound surprised, ❞ he did not, not truly ; smooth &. refined cadence echoes with lighthearted flow, as does the curve upon her lips. but underneath, the truth stands ; takes one to recognize the other. her head tilts to the side, her own arms folding over her chest in that signature shift that came when she was observant, or amused. or both. ❝ do not tell me you expected any less of me. ❞

[edgeofate]

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

"...that is a dangerous kindness you extend to yourself." halmarut proceeds with their research among suspended ecosystems, studying flora and lesser lifeforms preserved in seamless equilibrium. "to say: 'if it means something, i can endure it'... then, suffering is not the enemy. only..." a contemplative silence, as she examines one specimen more closely. "raw material. and from it, we name what is necessary history."

in time, she sideeyes @sarastuss. "i am not... certain that distinction is as stable as we prefer to believe."

[sarastuss]

RECKLESS THING, THAT GOLDEN HEART ; ALWAYS HEADING TOWARD IMPOSSIBILITIES! she does not even need to close her eyes to recall the way a familiar voice complains of the headache her ways bring, ( &. yet, she knows without doubt he too, would arrive to aid if only she were to call. ) too prepared to face dangers, even if her body would pay the cost of it. ... but that is the thing, is it not? let it be her, instead of someone else.

ethereal golds shift their focus to halmarut then, watching as her focus poured upon the flora, as the response fell out of her mouth. her view of it ; that a distinction like that is not as stable as one might prefer to believe. a truth, simple as that, ... made more prominent, perhaps, due to the shift she has sensed in the air, nothing she, nor the other members of the convocation can prove ; a sense of something having to begun to unravel, disguised by the peaceful serenity the star allows.

STILL, EFFICIENCY OF THE RESPONSE GIVEN STANDS ; AS DOES THE QUESTION IT GIVES FORM TO! just what are you willing to endure, o'guiding light, when it is demanded? ❝ that is true, ❞ no denial. her tongue is not forged for lies, nor did she find a reason to do so regardless in this moment. for she acknowledged it as a fact ; it is not a stable thing, but a reckless one. she thinks for a moment what would her mentor say, &. comes to the conclusion that she, too, would agree, &. yet, be prepared to place herself on the line anyway, for the cost of safety &. peace of the beloved star. ( a shared aspect, it seems, among those who carry the title of azem. )

her gaze shifts then to the research, though an answer continues to pour like sunlight through glass ; soft, but steady. ❝ but i fear it does not change my answer. for if the situation called for it, i would bear the burden of such raw material, than let it fall upon someone else. ❞ there, the fact voiced. &. then, the corners of lush lips curl upwards, even if more slightly now with the weight of their research upon their hands forged for duty. ❝ but, i have been told that it must be a shared trait of venat and i. ❞ light brought to a moment!

[sarastuss]

literally sarastus @ herself about her past

[sarastuss]

i have been absolutely drained since yesterday's con, but it was so amazing, i laughed so hard, i walked 13k steps in heeled cowboy boots &. g.ale of waterdeep himself (t.im d.ownie) told me to stop licking the damn thing

[sarastuss]

TOMORROW IS CON DAY!! going to be off for the whole of tomorrow for it, but i have worked on a lot of drafts today on here &. added somethings to queue on @bllakcat >:)

[warplanet]

with @sarastuss, din and sarastus. — i believe you promised me you'd lay low. / for din, and she can say it just a little teasingly

he's pretty embarrassed in this moment, and thanks the mercy of his helmet for the protection of his feelings. sarastus cannot see the meek expression on din's face, and will never note the shame in his gaze or the frustration pinpointed against the squint of his eyes. everything goes unseen, untouched, as his visor slowly tilts up to see her. within this cauldron of darkness and damp air, the walls thick and the ground dirty with blood and mud, she is a drastic, radiant difference. how did she break in? "you made it just in time," din finally says. his voice is tinny and quiet. when he shifts against the wall, the chains on his wrists make light, metal sounds. he hopes the noise alone will signal what he needs from sarastus. then, after a brief silence... "they took him." if sarastus could see his face now, she'd gape at the pain in din's eyes. "they took the kid. he's somewhere in this building. i need to find him." another subtle way of saying free me from these chains. "i'll help with whatever business you have here," he goes on, and suddenly din's voice sounds hollow, like he's about to beg. for the child? he just might. "just... help me find him." another rustle of the chains. "that's all i ask."

[sarastuss]

A CHAMPION THAT ARRIVES WHEN THE MOMENT CALLS FOR IT ; EVER THE HERO, ARE YOU NOT? the aftermath of the chaos that tends to walk hand-in-hand with the light is evident ... but it does not have her attention now, not further. there is little that the signature armor of his reveals, yet, ethereal golds observe &. assess anyway. nothing has managed to cut past that armor, even if impact of some blows could echo in bones, all things noted within her mind. the dim-glow of her eyes rebels against the darkness, appearing slightly more prominent, even as light does not fully abandon even the darkest corners ... is that not the way of the world?

gaze tilts down then slightly, following the metallic sound of the chains, &. before the thought fully processes, she approaches closer, steps certain. ❝ still a little too late for my own taste, ❞ she notes, something easier existing in the melody, while there is a complain embedded as well. ( golden heart tends to be the most cruelest to itself, upon things done &. not. ) her hands reached out, placing itself against the thicker piece of the metal at his wrist, ❝ stay still. ❞ the order comes, gaze briefly on the visor, before it slid down ... light that carried the burning heat of the sun began to make a way with the lock of the metal.

because then, it came ; ' they took him. '

FOR A MOMENT, IT ALL STILLS ; HER HAND WITHDRAWS, EYES SHOOTING UP TOWARD THE VISOR AGAIN. useless, perhaps, as it gave nothing away. she looked anyway. she could not witness the way his mouth moved underneath, as he spoke of the child was taken, how he must be somewhere in the building, how he asked her to help him find him ... she did not see it, but she heard it ; the urgency within.

concern swirls within again, evident in oceans of gold, in the way her brows furrowed slightly. her mouth set in that way of hers ; lush lips pressed into a line that spoke of determination before she could ever voice it. ( the answer is already known, your ways are known, hero. ) ❝ of course. ❞ almost too simple. but it holds, it is steady, it is certain. because there was not a path existing in this moment where she denied the request. &. then, her gaze returns downwards again, continuing right where she left off. careful, that the burn would not reach his actual skin beneath the armor itself, so her focus remained there, at the glow of the sun upon her palm.

until the metal gave away in that satisfying cling as it dropped against the floor. then, another.

she wasted no time, a body like hers usually does not ; not when it remembers it is carved to be a weapon &. a beacon of hope both. ❝ did you hear anything about where they'd take him? ❞

[sarastuss]

WHICH TRAGIC LOVE STORY ARE YOU?

𝓐 : ACHILLES &. PATROCLUS

you’re loyal, brave, &. fierce in your devotion. friendship &. love blur together for you, because at your core, you crave someone who is both your confidant &. your other half. you’re the kind of person who would fight the world for someone you love, who sees partnership as sacred &. unbreakable. but you also have a streak of pride, sometimes believing you can outwit fate or hold onto something forever when nothing truly lasts. your relationships are marked by both tenderness &. ferocity, a love that carries a mythic weight. when people think of you, they remember the loyalty, the sacrifice, &. the way your heart kept beating for someone even after they were gone.

tagged by : @nightorne thank you angel!! <3 tagging : @proditeur , @palespawn , @praesparo ( a muse of your choice ), @excaliabur ( a muse of your choice ), @aratsaka , @lycaea , @studiodrafts ( a muse of your choice ), @karezaru / @eternalswind , @heroeslot , @azarathian &. anyone who wants to!!

[sarastuss]

gave her even more accurate armor in bg3 hehe

[sarastuss]

was going to write, but i got very bad cramps, so i am taking this evening easy after 9h shift <3 tomorrow is my day off, so expect me then!!

[stayclser]

send in; 🎟️[ticket] for me to make a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship.