MY BLADE SINGS!

And amidst deepest despair, light everlasting.

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lavender-ancient​:

    “I would never think any less of you my dearest friend, winkled up or otherwise.” Hythlo teased with a quiet chuckle, but he could tell the turmoil and frustration still lingered in her soul. The color of it grew more hot, burning with a newfound goal he dreaded.

“….It’s not his fault.” He murmured quietly. “I don’t bring up such nonsense like my personal situations much. I-…it’s not all that important. To him perhaps but I don’t wish to be another burden on his shoulders.”

“Hythlodaeus...I do not bring this up because I want to inflict violence on Emet-Selch. That would, first and foremost, be quite frowned upon. Rather, I...”

She trails off, taking a pause to curl a hand against her lips in thought. She wasn’t quite sure how to phrase her worries.

“I want you to know that you are special, and talented. And yes, tis true I don’t think Emet-Selch tells you enough - but this isn’t about him. I want to help you.”

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lavender-ancient​:

@starsunderer​ liked your post ““Oh dear, she’s going to punch Hades, isn’t she…”

“Venat NO!”

“Venat yes!”

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lavender-ancient​:

      “I am all but pedestrian besides my divine gaze m’lady. I’m quite aware of this. My faults, my strength. I’m as far from blind as it gets. I’m most keen to it all. Especially myself, I know. Believe me. Venat really, Is this really a conversation we should be having right now? Come now, your brows furrowing! And here I was thinking you of all people wouldn’t want the Emet-Selch lines on your face.” He teased in a vain try to change the subject.

Yet the back of his mind was itching with a long forgotten irk by her words. This was why he stayed by Hades side and his alone. Alone like this people could see his gaping flaws with such ease…but Hades didn’t. If he did he never mentioned it and in it’s own way it was comforting. He felt vulnerable without him at his side.

“Hmph…”

Hythlodaeus was politely diverting the conversation. Pity. Perhaps she wasn’t the one that he should hear this from.

“You’re right. I would look rather hideous, wouldn’t I? Then you might go to someone else for your tea,” she teased, taking a sip.

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“Oh, I am really going to be feeling that tomorrow.”

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lavender-ancient​:

   The young faced man frowned slightly, a rare occurrence for someone so full of mirth and casual joy. He had always been the sparkling sunlight to his cloudy companions disposition, so when a frown did occur, it was never so lightly.

He hid his lips with the rim of his mug before sighing and taking a sip. “Is it that obvious? Or am I losing my touch I wonder? Here I was thinking I had the sharpest eyes.’ He joked quietly.

 “Aye, I suppose I don’t. I won’t deny it but could one blame me? Before him, you? The others like Mitron and Laha? Quite talented. Every single one of you. And I? Well…I’m well aware I shall never be. But I’m happy all the same I assure you.”

“Tis obvious to those who look...”

Which, apparently, none other than her was. Was Emet-Selch truly too much of a grouch to say a word of encouragement to his dearest friend? She bid herself stymie the frustration - she would have words with him later, but for now Hythlodaeus needed her support. 

“Happy, perhaps, but lacking confidence. For someone with such good vision, you are blind to your own strengths. Tis not all power and combat and aether manipulation. Your talents are not lesser.” 

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lavender-ancient·:

       “Aye. I sometimes find myself wondering if passing up the position myself only gave him more…mayhaps I should have sacrificed my pretty face in a chance to save his own handsome one.” He mused as he graciously took his offered sweets and cup with a murmured word of thanks.

“But he was always meant to lead. Even as a boy, he was majestic in words and power. In ways I could never be.” Hythlo smiled down at the ripples in his tea. “And in that I am certain of my decision. For all his grumbling, I know he is happy in where he is.”

Venat couldn’t help a smile from gracing her lips, although it wasn’t only joy that she felt. A worry tugged at her heart. 

“You certainly do think much of him...and I would not presume to disagree. I only hope that you view yourself in the same light. Do not think I haven’t noticed your praise of him often comes at the disparagement of your own skills.”

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lavender-ancient​:

       “Oh, you wound me, I would never!” Hythlo put a hand to his heart in a dramatic manner before giving a polite bow as he entered her humble abode, coming to sit with a slanted grin.

 “I know, I follow the fool about like a lost puppy, but come now. He’s not so bad. Hah. Don’t let his scowl fool you, tis but a soft hearted man under all those frown lines. He may be a grump but he’s my grump.” He mused happily.

“And what of you? I see being free of the Convocations woes are doing you some good. You’re looking as lovely as ever by the way~” Was he being so sweet for extra tea? Damn right he was. “You don’t look past three thousand. Is that a new hairstyle m’lady?”

Venat chuckled as she poured a little extra tea for the chief. She saw right through his antics, but he was so charming she couldn’t work up any irritation. She served him a large steaming cup along with a plate of small desserts.

“Yes, the freedom from bureaucracy does marvels for the skin. I assume that’s where your companion is - deepening those scowl lines even as we speak.” 

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lavender-ancient​:

     “Hah! A laugh! At least someone gets my humor unlike someone we know.” Hythlo snickered lightly, rolling those vibrant purple eyes.

 “Oh yes! Quite alright, really. No need to fret I assure you. I’ve just come to see if I can beg some of your tea off your hands.” He mused with a charming smile.

"One might think you liked me solely for my tea,” Venat teased. “Come, sit. It’s rare that I get the chance to speak with you without that grumpy storm cloud you insist on accompanying.”

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.....I don’t know how to format anything on here anymore LOL

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“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He teased.

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She chuckled- the Chief’s dry sarcasm was always amusing. “And you as well, Hythlodaeus. Tell me, is all well?”

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guess whos finished with msq :')))

want to come off hiatus now but how are we feeling about spoilers lads :?

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hey guys! im still alive. unfortunately this blog is gonna be put on hiatus or at least low activity until endwalker.

two reasons for this:

1) i want to wait for more hydaelyn lore which is likely coming

2) having seen the fandom attitude towards hydaelyn at the moment i dont feel very safe rping her. the thought of having verbal abuse slung at my muse for whatever trauma made up and overplayed in some wol's backstory is not very encouraging to me.

thank you for understanding! i hope to see you guys in november!

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fuck you *makes your mom a lesbian*

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i hope everyone had a good fanfest! hoping the mystery lady in the poster is venat, but we'll see~

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She shyly approaches the Mother, holding a small bouquet of colorful flowers mixed with bigger white ones ' I know this may sound silly but..... we do have a celebration in here, in which we honor our mothers.... I thought.... ' unsure yet if it'd be silly, to gift just flowers to Her, who'd seen and lived for so long, but....! ' I collected those flowers for you! Here! ' a smile shone bright through fair features, an expectant and gleeful gaze fixed on Hydaelyn. ' Happy Mother's Day! ' -Ryne

Hydaelyn leans down, large claws cradling the bouquet. 

〔 Are these...for me? 〕 It was spoken as if she couldn’t believe it. Ryne didn’t know this - couldn’t have known - but it had been a long time since anyone had appreciated her so. Possibly ever. Her children had worshipped Her off and on over the centuries, but always at a distance. They had never known Her, of course. Not like the Ancients had known Zodiark.

Unlike Zodiark, She had never known a world in which She was adored as one of them.

〔 They are beautiful. 〕

With a wave of her claws, she enchanted the flowers with astral stasis. They would never wilt or decay, preserving their beauty for ages to come. 

No matter what happened to Her, Ryne would still be able to see them.

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astherea​:

          Of all possible situations the little Oracle could’ve found herself in, aiding Hydaelyn herself into walk among mortals certainly wasn’t something Ryne’d ever thought about. And with all due respect, she couldn’t contain an immense happiness for being honored in such a way.

         They have talked, compreended each other;  the Primal needed strenght, and though this could be a long and complicated fight, Ryne was eager to give everything of hers to aid the Mother of Light. Now, with simple matters, such as worrying about how well Hydaelyn would adapt into Norvrandt. 

         Now and then, the girl would make sure to hold onto the Mother’s arm and check if she’s alright; she’s been talking and showing around, proud of everything they’ve achieved in this world;  perhaps talking too much at first for excitement, though eventually stopped while noticing how unwell the ancient primal looked now.  With hands brought up to her mouth and finally figuring how weak Hydaelyn must’ve been, she made sure to stop right in front of her, hands carefully holding the other’s, warm and concentrating the max amount of aether she could give away.

                ‘ Do you need to sit down?? ‘  was it even going to make a difference?  ‘ I think there must be some crystals we could find… I could try and fetch some, but... ‘   she didn’t want to leave Hydaelyn just yet.

Ryne's words had been fading in Her ears, but She stood alert as the girl stopped Her in Her tracks. Warmth flooded through the Oracle's hands, granting the primal some energy.

Hydaelyn smiled serenely, remaining still.

〔 You needn't fret over me so, child. 〕 And were She honest with Herself, She would admit that the fussing made Her uncomfortable. She hoped Ryne did not see Her as weak. While it was true that She was hardly the great elder primal of Her prime, She was no invalid! She could not deny the desire for Ryne to respect Her....possibly even admire Her. She wanted to prove Herself worthy to this child Minfilia chose to continue Light's legacy.

She glanced over to the barkeep again, the barest hint of a smile on Her lips. Oh, She would behave.

〔 And you needn't search far for a source of aether. 〕 Hydaelyn pointed to the plates of food on the counter.