#astriisx

[lachalaine]

“It’s my job to keep track of you at all times and make sure that you have what you need.” // from hanzo ? yes

Meme // 

“Well, I would really appreciate it if you kept track of me less. Even just a bit.” The princess bit out with an indignant huff, stomping down the empty corridors with all the repressed frustration more suited to an angry bull; that ire only building, even more so as the male so quickly followed after her without missing a beat. 

Goddess, what she would give for her father to have given her any other bodyguard. Literally anyone else else. 

And yet here she was. 

Of all the bloody luck. 

She turns swiftly on her heels to face him, in efforts to try to negotiate with him — again. “I appreciate your hard work and dedication to me, Hanzo. Truly. Your presence and your efforts bring me absolutely nothing but —” A sharp beat of hesitation. “Pure joy.” 

She’d cursed. The crack within her voice was palpable. 

The unchanged look on his visage even more so. And she’d recognized that look anywhere. 

It was a lost cause. 

She’d rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. “There’s literally no point to even finishing my request is there?” 

The answer was damning. 

Absolutely not. 

// @astriisx

[tidedfate]

☆ for @astriisx​

❝  .  .  .  ❞   he doesn’t ever remember being this quiet in his entire life. he would speak, but his throat is thoroughly parched, tongue dried and shriveled as if he’d spoken every last word the gods allowed him to speak within his lifetime. it’s a deafening silence that settles across his newly founded country as he listens to the cries of his new people mourn their families laid to waste at the cost of his words, his choices. when he inhales, all he can taste are the ashes in the air from the ruin he had caused. if only he’d never had such lofty ambitions―  if only he had been strong enough to save them. it grows more and more difficult to understand just how horrible the aftermath of this war truly was;  his beloved friends laid out for slaughter by his former ally. 

in truth, sinbad only notices yunan’s presence because he can feel the energy buzzing around him; the rukh’s fluttering song growing louder and louder until he thinks his head will explode. it’s an outcome that sounds rather favorable when all his hope has vanished―  died along with the people who made this island home. he turns to face the man who gave him a reason to fight, wondering how he could even look at him without the threat of immeasurable shame washing over him.   

❝ was it worth it..? ❞  it’s weak, faint as if he’d spoken with a phantom’s voice. he speaks, and he doesn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice.  ❝ all this.. was all of this worth it? ❞

[consequor]

@astriisx 🗲’d

IF ANYONE IS capable of sneaking up on Ja’far, it’s Yunan. What with his penchant for floating around, a leaf on the wind, rather than walking; leaving Ja’far with no footsteps to listen for and no sounds to identify him by. Really, it’s kind of unnerving and puts him on edge. 

“Ah-- Yunan-- I didn’t hear you come in. Or realize you were coming to visit...”

It’s not that Ja’far doesn’t like Yunan. They’ve had plenty of pleasant conversations and Ja’far has no reason to bear any ill will toward him. However, his visits don’t come without consequences. Because as soon as Sinbad catches wind off his arrival, there’s no way he’ll be able to focus on getting any work done.