SEVENTH DAWN.

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

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indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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SEND ME A BAD PICK-UP LINE

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skirtish :

Go ahead and add more if you want!

“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.” “I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.” “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.” “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” “When God made you, he was showing off.” “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” “What time do you have to go back to Heaven?” “Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” “I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.” “Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?” “I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.” “Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.” “Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?” “Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.” “If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” “Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.” “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” “I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?” “Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” “Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” “There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” “On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.” “I lost my number. Can I have yours?” “Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.” “Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.” “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.” “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” “Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?” “I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?” “You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.” “Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.” “What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.” “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.” “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”

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six-word sentences.

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blueneighbcrhood :

“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

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CAMILLA.

     It was bound to happen eventually, a curious stranger coming through the even more peculiar portal, so very unwelcome in her own home. Whether this had been installed by Hoshidans or a different foreign force remained unclear. But the protective woman and sister that Camilla was, she could not help herself from monitoring it from time to time, trusting only herself to provide the level of care she deemed necessary.

     “Fortune? I wouldn’t be so sure. Those are confident words for someone who stands before my castle uninvited, are they not?” She poses the rhetorical question once she is close enough, eyes boring into the unfamiliar man after she looks him up and down. There’s a charm to his form, that much is undeniable, but in this defensive state she does little more than mentally appreciate it.

     “Now, handsome stranger,” she begins again, hand visible on the handle of her axe. It’s meant only as a precaution, of course, but an empty threat it is not. “This will go much more smoothly if you tell me who you are and why you’ve dared to wander so close.”

         —— AH, SO he was right to be on guard. the woman’s hand on the hilt of her weapon sent a message as clear as the day that seemed to elude this odd world. but his own weaponry, while hidden from sight, is never far from hand, and years of training with the less savory among the citizens of his own world left him able to draw and attack at a moment’s notice should something go sour.

            ...but he would try to avoid that. it would be a shame to resort to bloodshed so quickly when words were just as powerful in the hands of a master. the friendly grin he sports twists into something a mite more mischievous in the wake of her thinly veiled threats and remarkably blunt compliment. this would be fun, he had decided, though whether it would be more fun should it end in a fight was still up for discussion.

              ❛ You would call me handsome only to follow it with these accusations? My lady, such a cruel way to toy with my emotions. How can a poor man such as myself hope to gauge his chances with such quickly turning tables? ❜            though his words leave the implication of wounded pride, the hint of a laugh in the pauses between words betrays the fact that he acknowledges the dangerous game of words that they had begun -- and that he knows what should happen should he step out of place but once.

             ❛ I am naught but a wandering traveler who stumbled through a beam of light and landed before an angel. An angel who, I sincerely hope, would be willing to grace me with her name, that I might know who to thank the gods for sending to me. ❜      a name for a name, seems as fair a policy as any, especially for one so at a disadvantage in this unfamiliar territory.

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Y'SHTOLA.

He was staring right at her. She could feel his gaze burning her flesh and Y’shtola did her best to turn her gaze a fraction to ease the scorch but it was for naught. Thancred was always too smart to not notice such an obvious feature. If this really was a Thancred from a time before she had cast them into the Lifestream then he would not know how she became blind to the world, seeing only through the aether the flowed from one body to the next. He would not know of the fate of the other Scions… The archon swallowed, covering her uncertainty with a quiet laugh.

“Vesper Bay, hm? Reporting to Minfillia then? I should be honored that you’d take the time to encroach on my territory then.” the miqo’te teased, tail twitching as she turned to glance at the dispersing crowd around them.

Perhaps it was luck that the crowd was beginning to thin at the sight of the scion. Only a handful stayed to inspect the beam of light for a moment longer before the upper desks receded back to the normal bustle of merchants and new adventurers. Just how she liked it. She needed a moment to sort through her thoughts about the phenomenon that brought her to Limsa – a Limsa of the past. Whomever was in control of such a thing … She would have to investigate this further. But not while he was here .. not while Thancred was before her ..

….have your eyes always been that color? 

The question left her breathless, heart thundering against her chest. Curse her for not anticipating this. Then again, all her years of studies couldn’t quite prepare her for this kind of thing, could it? Brushing her hands up to his shoulders as if inspecting his onyx tunic, Y’shtola just smiled pleasantly, “My, my, Thancred, if you say such things I’m sure someone here will get jealous. Don’t you know by now your sweet nothings have no effect on me anyway?” She chuckled, lowering her hands and turning away, “If you’re to woo me, you’re going to have to try better than that.”

       —— AND THERE is his answer. He found it, not in her words, but in the pause before her speech, in the tensity of her movements, in the slight turn of her face away from him. His intuition had screamed at him that something was off, and now it was confirmed. She was keeping him out of something, and he could not deny the brief pang in his chest at the thought. They were comrades, to say the least, though he had always thought her a mite closer to him than the other Scions. He was not a man whose pride was so easily wounded -- and yet the thought that she would keep him out of the loop when he showed concern for her wellbeing, well... it did not sit well in his stomach.

          But that thought went both ways -- surely if she deemed something important enough to play close to her chest, then there was good reason for it. Whatever twinge sat behind his ribcage fizzled away as he let out a sigh. Undoubtedly, she would come to him to talk when she was ready. But for now, he would fall in beside her, even as she turned from him, looping an arm lightly around her shoulders to mirror her previous gesture. She would deflect his question by speaking as though nothing had changed. He could certainly humor her that far.

            And he could certainly trust her that whatever she was not telling him would turn out alright.

           ❛ Let them be jealous then; there may be beauty aplenty here but it all pales with your presence. Just you wait, Y’shtola. I’ll win you over someday. ❜ 

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SICE.

oThe cadet never took a trip to the Chocobo Ranch. She didn’t really care for the animals, other than them being a huge asset in war and that they had no choice in the matter. Some Class Zero cadets, however, found it imperative to be here every single day. If Ace wasn’t a cadet, he’d definitely be a farmer. The love that the cardshark had for the big birds rivaled the love the Imperial army had towards…killing people. However, he understood the necessity of reliable transportation, one that didn’t rely so much on machinery. These overgrown chickens always met their gruesome fate. How long would it be until she’d go through the same?

An icy glare flickered to the left, spotting yet another traveler, who seemed to be familiar with the chocobos. White locks similar to hers, yet he looked distinctive enough to not be from Rubrum. Well, what did origin matter? She had no idea where she was from anyways. Suppressed, pushed back…forgotten memories. The bird craned its neck, pleased with the neck scratching session it was receiving from the traveler. 

“Seems that bird’s taken a liking to ya. Normally, this wouldn’t be a traveler’s first stop.”

No point in being hostile. At least not yet.

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        —— HIS FIRST thought when he entered the realm was how odd it was. clearly this was no Eorzea, and yet he would have to be blind not to notice the similarities an a moment’s glance. perhaps he would not have thought it odd to see a chocobo through another portal had it not been the first time he had come across one in his travels. it was easy to see how much the fauna varied from world to world, and chocobos -- as much as he took them for granted back home -- did not seem to be a universal constant.

          his stride nonchalant, he found his way to the gently crooning bird as his hand fished through his pack to find some loose greens. the chocobo smelled them before he could even pull them out, its crooning turning to a high pitched chirrup. the scion laughed softly at the creature’s enthusiasm in snatching the food away from him -- different worlds, different times, and yet it was oddly comforting that the bird’s love for the treat remained the same. calloused fingers sifted through the aureolin feathers, though he did allow his gaze to turn to another once her speech caught his attention. with a gentle smile and a laugh, he looked to the ground, though he did not deprive the chocobo of his attention.

           ❛ What can I say? I do so enjoy a moment of familiarity in a strange world. And I have always harbored a bit of a fondness for the birds, even if my riding prowess leaves something to be desired. ❜

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@tovebloma​.

          —— EYES NARROW when he enters, and for a brief moment, he wonders if perhaps there was something wrong with this portal. only darkness paints his vision, and only after his eyes adjust is he able to make out the edges of a castle nearby. with enough of his vision returned to safely navigate the terrain. as he steps forward, the area becomes more discernible. it is dreary to say the least, though there is certainly a macabre beauty in the jagged rocks and bare trees. wind whistles around him, and from all he can tell, the place is devoid of all life save for himself.

              but then, just barely there, he senses the motion of a figure approaching in his peripheral. from the shadow, he can tell she is a woman ( he would fear for any who could not tell, truth told ) but much beyond that is yet a mystery. his guard remains raised, even if the casual way he turns towards the approaching woman does not portray the same.

               ❛ It would seem fortune is smiling upon me today; I would have been quite disappointed to be left so utterly by myself here. ❜

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RIFLESHOTS.

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unsurprisingly, yoko’s been far too used to being stared down. it’s never that much of a prevalent issue in littner village since everyone grows quickly accustomed to it ( and besides, they’re her family; staring down would just make things too awkward ). still it’s a chance she’s willing to take. though, in her defense, she doesn’t meet other humans outside of her village very often - besides, her clothes are actually pretty comfortable too. revealing, sure - but she can moves easier. 

so when some guys try to get near her, she has to resist shooting them off with her rifle. the last thing she needs to do is to start trouble in an unknown city with some street thugs who’s approaching with that stupid look in their eyes and circling around her like vultures—

ugh. typical.

she’s all but ignoring what they’re saying, choosing to look around instead. when she makes eye contact with a man, standing a little far ways back, she’s quick to wave and get his attention. ‘ hey, a little help here? ’ like jeez, what’s a girl gotta do to get some assistance around here? maybe it’s not such a good idea to involve strangers in her business, but hey. if he can get them off her case, she’s not complaining.

         —— WHILE IT is not quite the cesspool of sin that Ul’dah can easily claim to be, there is hardly a shortage of drunken sailors spilling their ale on whatever woman catches their fancy that day. since the portal opened and all manner of new and exotic beauties came poking their heads in to learn of a new world,  the phenomenon had only grown worse.

             but what sort of gentleman would he be to allow them to allow today’s selection of saltwater-soaked drunkards to make this newcomer feel uncomfortable. ( he knows that look, she is halfway between begging for assistance and starting a bar fight. )

              in a moment, he is at her side, placing an arm around her shoulders and flashing a winning grin towards the bargoers -- a grin that defied the way his hand moved to rest quite obviously on the hilt of one of the daggers he kept looped around his belt. even if the men, by some chance, do not recognize him, the confident gesture should be more than enough to show them that he is more than capable of taking them in a fight. ALL of them.

              ❛ There would not happen to be a problem here, now would there, gentlemen? I would hate for this to result in an altercation before the lady. ❜ though a threat rests plainly between his words, his smile does not falter for a moment. the arm looped around her shoulders squeezes briefly -- either out of reassurance or to help put up the show that they know each other -- and he can see the way the men consider their options for a moment.

                with an irritated scoff, the largest among the sailors waves them off as he turns over his shoulder and trudges back to whatever hole he crawled from. their apparent leader gone, his cronies are quick to shuffle off in his wake, not quite bold enough to spark a fight with him on their own. 

                once they are out of earshot, his forced smile softens to one of more concern, and he turns his gaze to the one who had requested his help in the first place. armed to the teeth and looking very much as though she could have fended the men off herself, he has to bite back a chuckle. she is wise not to start a brawl in unfamiliar territory, though he cannot deny it would have been quite a bit of entertainment to watch her take them down.

                ❛ You are not harmed, are you? ❜

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@lenisaltito,

          ------- HE HAS grown accustomed to the way people stumble in through the blue beam, even going so far as to sorting them into categories based on their behavior. After all, there is little better to do now that he finds himself unable to leave the city where he had spent a good deal of his youth. There are the ones who stumble in for a moment in a fog of confusion before fleeing back to the Stargate, some who frantically grab at whoever is closest and bombard them with questions that might just clarify where they are and what is happening, and those who maintain a level enough head for long enough to take a few steps into the streets of Limsa Lominsa without panicking. 

          The woman who just entered catches his attention as a member of the final category -- among other, perhaps more superficial reasons --though if her body language is any indication, she is yet far from her comfort zone. Her garb sits on her in a way not too dissimilar from the clothing donned by so many of the miqo'te dancers that line the streets of Ul'dah, but she is quite clearly not one of them. Her features mark her as a Hyur, though he would hesitate to call her such to her face. He had learned quickly, after all, that not all worlds will refer to races the same way as they do, and that many a conversation took a turn for the worse when a simple term became mistaken for an insult. 

          Ah, but intrigue is not quite so fun when it is not acted upon, and so the Scion kicks himself away from his spot on the wall and approaches the pink haired woman, whose hands were yet clasped before her in some sort of worry. 

     ❛ Pardon me, dear lady, ❜ he begins, voice smooth as silk with a smile to match as he bows ever so easily. "But it would simply not do to have you wandering these streets alone when it would seem you are yet unfamiliar with the city." His grin broadens as he lowers his head just slightly, bringing his gaze closer to hers so he may better keep her attention. "A beautiful woman wandering alone on streets full of scoundrels sounds like a recipe for heartbreak just waiting to happen, for I know I could not live with myself should I be the one to allow harm to befall you." 

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Y'SHTOLA.;

“The Aether here is quite miraculous…” Y’shtola murmured to herself, lifting her gaze to the reflective stars above with a thoughtful hum, arms crossed over her chest. The Sharylyan scholar had quite enjoyed wandering the star speckled abyss of portals, peeking into a variety to check the aether of each world. Some were dense, full of magic and life while others .. barren and dead without a trace of aether in sight. But no matter what there was an endless supply of worlds to discover and see and –

The miqo’te turned, the already familiar sound of a portal opening beside her causing her ears to twitch and a smile to grace her lips. Though she couldn’t exactly see the light before her, she felt it warming her tanned cheeks and stepped toward the light awaiting it to envelope her before she stepped out into the new world. ..or what she thought would be new. 

..this aether..it’s so familiar. It can’t be… Y’shtola thought, hearing the gasps of surprise from in front of her as she stepped out of the glowing pillar, blinking in shock as the scene formed before her eyes. Limsa Lominsa…? It couldn’t be! The island port city had become quite familiar to the miqo’te after her years of studying the aether in the La Noscean coast side. She has glad to be visiting it but … still … after encountering so many other worlds should would have though her home state of Lominsa would be quite underwhelming. How wrong she was!

❛ – Well, this is certainly unexpected. ❜

A familiar voice caught Y’shtola’s attention and she turned, gasping at the sight before her. It was .. Thancred? No .. he was different – yet the same. ..the same before the Lifestream. ..the same before she cast Flow. How? ..it was impossible! Unless – Y’shtola turned to the portal, eyes narrowing a fraction before looking back at the scion. Something was wrong… Something was very wrong. He was definitely Thancred as she had known him before the events at the Sultanate, but how? It should have been impossible, right? Then again, many things nowadays seemed impossible. 

…was this just another impossibility brought to life…?

“Thancred,” Y’shtola greeted, pausing before relaxing her expression into her usual gentle one, a soft chuckle passing beyond her lips, “I’m surprised to see you here. Shouldn’t you be out toward Ul’dah? If I recall, Limsa was my territory.” she teased, taking a step toward the rouge. 

“Did you come for the fresh ocean air or did something else catch your eye?”

     ——   ODD THOUGH  it is to see the miqo’te stumble from the beam of light that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, he is relieved to see her sense of humor remains. In fact, his fellow Scion seems entirely unharmed. The rogue is beaming, ready to return her teasing comment with one of his own, hands reaching out to clasp onto her shoulders.

                    ...except--

       His hands freeze halfway to their destination as something catches his eye -- oddly enough, her own eyes. His gaze narrows in concentration as she approaches him, and he blinks a few times, as though that might offer some clarification. Sure, he had decided to allow himself to indulge in a drink or two before his plans had been interrupted with the arrival of what he could only assume was some sort of new aetheryte portal (though he had never seen one come into being quite like THAT). But whatever meager amount of alcohol he had consumed would never have been enough to render him drunk enough to hallucinate, and there is certainly something different about her appearance.

       ❛ Took the ferry from Vesper Bay and decided to stick around for a small while.... ❜ he mutters absentmindedly, as all his attention is currently fixated on her features. The crowd begins to disperse, muttering among themselves as they cast a few more glances over their shoulders at the odd pair. Perhaps they had recognized Y’shtola from her ventures in the city, or perhaps the familiarty between the two gave the citizens far less to worry about. Nevertheless, he tilts his head to the side as he continues his scrutiny, but the new angle of perspective gives him no more answers than what he already had., Though he allows his gaze to flicker between her and the beam of light, trying to draw some sort of connection he cannot sate his curiosity on mere speculation.

      ❛ Y’shtola, pardon my ignorance if I am mistaken, but --                           have your eyes always been that color? ❜

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[ have an rp ad from a fuckboy dashing rogue ;) uncapped as of now, but if it gets too high i’ll be a bit more picky with which ones i end up writing. ]

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   ——   ONE QUIET  day is really all a man can ask for.

    And yet the gods seem intent on depriving him of even that much.

    The drink in his mug splatters across his face as the windows in the Drowning Wench are washed out with a blinding blue glow, taking the entire populace of drunken patrons by surprise, the Scion himself included. The worst potential scenarios fill his mind -- images of a Primal rising from the ground and himself powerless to stop the destruction are hard to shake when the memories of Bahamut’s brief reign of terror are still branded in his mind.

     And still, though some might brand it a fool’s mission, the rogue clambers over his own feet to dash outside, hands reaching for daggers that would likely prove utterly useless should the threat be as bad as his mind makes it out to be. A small crowd has begun to gather, but it takes him little time to maneuver through the dense huddle of hushed whispers and speculation.

     A column of light is what he is greeted with; nothing more. No gods intent on tearing the world down to its core, no throngs of beasts waiting to attack innocent citizens --                                               just a light.

     Or, rather, it would have been, had one not suddenly seemed to materialize out of the light itself, stumbling into the street to the welcoming sound of horrified gasps and shrieks. Thancred, however, does not balk as the stranger regards him with bewildered gaze. Though his grip remains bound to his weapons until further information is gathered about the stranger who came from the light, his eyebrow lifts as he offers his own greeting, though his irreverent tone does seem to make light of a fairly serious situation.

     ❛ -- Well, this is certainly unexpected. ❜

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hey hey hey nerd lords! my name is TORI, i’m a 22 year old cisgender female with a love of all things dragon related (by which i mean talk fire emblem and dragon age to me any day ;D)

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i’m really looking forward to writing with you all!! /o/

[eridaenus]

jazz hands?? as per reserve here is thancred from ffxiv, app can be found at /app or by clicking on the center circle link on his... shoulder.... armor.... thing.

welcome, thancred!

your coming has registered LA NOSCEA within the STARGATE. your access portal to the stargate will be located in LIMSA LOMINSA.

when entering another canon you will be allowed to retain your TWIN DAGGERS.

happy world traveling!

★ mod sagitta.

[scioned-blog]

a song by thancred.

I'm too sexy for my car 

too sexy for my car

Too sexy by far

And I'm too sexy for my hat

Too sexy for my hat 

what do you think about that