#arseaz

[harukehn]

OC Kiss Week 2026 - Heated

[lyhil]

I finally sat down and made a full piece of my Commander OC Arseaz. This is him at LWS2

Facing a destiny of killing the Elder Dragons that upset the balance of Tyria, Arseaz struggles to shoulder the new leadership he's taken on in the wake of taking down his first Elder Dragon - Zhaitan. Especially since his body had decided to supplement the chronic lack of magic he has struggled with since birth by drawing on the latent magic the dragons exert. With the one active one down and out of mind, his body adds to the frustrations of growing into a military Commander worthy of leading The Pact with fatigue and complications he can no longer solve alone. And with the threat of a rouge Sylvari awakening another Elder Dragon, will he be able to become a finely tuned weapon in time to protect Tyria once more?

[lyhil]

Commander Week Day 2: Profession

I have never been known to wield magic well.

My body did not emerge from my pod as it should have. I was imperfect, flawed. The flow of magic that should have spurred my Sapling body onwards was quiet, empty. With my Luminaries hands submerged in my solar plexus, it could be stirred, awoken - but it refused to bend to my will. He looked at me with soft eyes and I hated the pity, and then hated the guilt that twisted my stomach at rejecting the aid of the kindest person I would ever know. Training became one of physical strength, and then of flexibility, anything that could give me the edge I would need. And yet, as if to torture myself on what I could not do, I read stories of Mesmers with magic that spellbound their foes and brought daggers to their fingertips.

You can imagine my relief when one day, as the earth rumbled with the cry of a beast that bore my destiny, I felt it spark to life. I didn't know then why my body responded as it did to the magic of Elder Dragons, as if it was greedily drinking the blood of its kin. I'm wiser now.

I felt the Elder Dragon Zhaitan's magic burn in my body and I, unwisely, clawed what I could from him. For the first time since I'd breathed the air of Tyria I felt strong, powerful. My destiny did not feel so impossible. I did not feel as if The Dream had mistaken me for another Sapling.

And with this power came the cold sting of daggers - the crystalline imaginations of my mind as I absorbed tales of Mesmers more skilled than I could hope to be back then. I was overjoyed, entranced. I could make copies of myself, and I danced with them in celebration, a childlike glee on my face as we - or rather, I - spun myself in circles.

But the magic of a dragon was not without its flaws. I was no more than a conduit, and the magic left my fingertips reflected that. A magic that usually glittered brilliantly faded with the shadows of Zhaitan. Reflections of myself would be marred by tinges of shadow where non-one else would notice. But I didn't care. I was strong, powerful.

And I was the child of an Elder Dragon.

[lyhil]

Commander Week Day 1: Race

I didn't know when the change began. Perhaps it was after speaking to Luminary Kahedins, the soft-spoken Firstborn unweaving the destiny The Dream had laid for me in a spiral of confusing snippets of worlds and times my unopened eyes had yet to gaze upon. Perhaps it was when I lifted the hilt of my first weapon - a Greatsword far bigger than I stood - and took my first swing in training. When I learned that there was a right and wrong; an ally and an enemy. Perhaps it was when I felt the first twist of envy at seeing The Warden exchange their shifts, glistening with the dew of a world outside The Grove, and all of the rights and wrongs I would come to learn existed outside of its leafy walls. Perhaps it was when I first saw soldiers of a far different calibre than I, scarred and clad in glittering armour, visit The Grove and sing songs of a glory my tongue longed to taste. Or perhaps it was something far simpler that changed me from the quiet, innocent-eyed Sylvari whose body shook with fear at the destiny I would have to uphold. A boredom, that the songs and laughter Sylvari, blessed with a kinder Dream than mine, could live for an eternity on would not satisfy. When the Vigil came, their weapons and armour scratched proudly with battle, I answered. Perhaps I thought it was simply what I had to do, it was simply the right answer. To grow stronger. To know victory. To fulfill my Wyld Hunt. Or perhaps I was simply bored, the first ticket out of the gentle cradle of The Grove an enticement I could not ignore, and would not. I longed for the excitement that tales and stories told valiantly by others promised in their song. And by The Pale Tree, I would have it.

[harukehn]

touching: lyhil & haru - 8, 10, 24 (lbr any of the ones in this section could be Them :anything:) - @lyhil

lyhil and haru: 24 - whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

(bonus) arseaz and lotus: 12 - pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

Prompt list

[lyhil]

im back with groceries hi KISSES-4 and 28 for Arseaz /Lotus

of course....I started with kisses..... Prompts Lotus belongs to @harukehn

4 - lips barely touching

28 - hard kisses

[harukehn]

hand-holding: haru & lyhil - 47 arseaz & lotus - 42 - @lyhil

haru and lyhil: 47 - Holding onto the other's hand so they can't run away

arseaz and lotus: 42 - Dragging the other with them, holding their hand (I cheated here but just imagine them holding hands out if frame idk)

Prompt list

[lyhil]

Hiiii

🔺️💤👠 for both lyhil and arseaz, you know the deal :3c

TYYYYY dusts my hands off 🔺️- Lyhil - Not at all.............When it comes to visual aesthetics overall he's pretty blase about it. The type to put an outfit together and it works but he could not in any way explain why. Probably would raise an eyebrow at this question and go "Am I supposed to have one?" Arseaz - Almost entirely the opposite I don't think he'd be able to settle on just one shape... Rhombus, Kite, Crescent, Star, comes to mind. If it's not aesthetically pleasing he doesn't want to grace his eyes with it.

💤 - Lyhil - Light Sleeper but probably a deep sleeper if he feels safe. Always a little bit on the Aware side when sleeping. Can, will and has, attacked people who have scared him awake (particularly with noise). Arseaz - Lightest Sleeper in Tyria. Not even sure you could call it sleeping by that stage. Far too aware of what's going on around him and far too hyper-vigilant 👠 - Lyhil - No. He's way too top heavy. He'd certainly Try and maybe if it was boots he'd be alright. But ultimately he'd need a lot of practice to be able to. Arseaz - Yes AND he'd give you a cold stare for suggesting he wouldn't be able to. Somehow...it loses the allure knowing you're going to get a lecture about fooling around with pointless questions after he's proved you wrong.