#bellatxr

[celestibound]

[ cont . ]  @bellatxr​

A doubtful look played across his face. Stern red eyes staring at Gorou in silence as if heavily debating on something . . . soon, his expression softened just a smidge. Approaching the other, Razor brought forth a hand to place below his chin — a soft motion that contrasted against the wolf boys rather wild appearance. Slowly, he’d leaned forward . . . closer, until he could easily lap up the salted skin of Gorou’s cheeks with his tongue. It was a gesture he’d seen done quite often with the wolves amongst his pack — to clean and comfort those that had needed it most. After essentially washing the generals face, he’d stepped back with an earnest expression — one that deemed to be waiting for praise. Had Razor been gifted with a tail at birth, it would of been swaying idly in anticipation behind him.

“ All better? ”

[1andoni]

                  𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞. when you’re the bigger guy, you kinda know what’s what in a lot of scenarios. stuff that just goes unsaid. every photo op, you’re in the back. any time it’s on the top shelf, you gotta get it. and when you have to take a hit, you take the most of it. when the specters surround, one ready to detonate, itto wastes no time in swathing general toward his chest, and spin his back to the thing. any pain is minor. his skin doesn’t even break. 

                  but...little dude is mad? oni can’t help but blink, confused. he almost forgot there was one left, but gorou takes care of it by literally throwing an arrow (kinda dope, actually) before starting to furiously inspect him. all six-foot-six of him. 

                  “...i’m alright, man, no worries,” he replies after a moment, realizing gorou thinks he’s not made of stone - that he could potentially crack. itto doesn’t get that a lot, “nice throw, that was pretty sick.” // @bellatxr​ CONT.

[parricidalis-blog]

The sun wasn’t up yet in those early hours of the dawn, but within the protective walls of Lucis, this was no problem. And any good soldier knew that early morning training was important.

The training routine was always the same, usually. But today, Titus had different plans. “Ulric. With me.” His hand gestured for him to follow, as he strolled away from the training group, hands clasped behind his back. 

Frankly, he wasn’t good at these talks, but the King himself had ordered for him to probe and check for the glaive’s overall level of satisfaction. So he chose Nyx, who liked to speak when no one was asking him. Maybe he might also speak when someone ‘was’ asking.

@bellatxr

[sibulla-blog]

Don’t you do that, don’t say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?

MEME:  ACCEPTING

      Muscles in atrophy, flesh begged for release in the form of permanent degradation. Crimson stained her dress, vision blurring into a hazed dream. The Glaives voice echoed, reverberating her eardrums. Dont say your good-byes. Farewells were always harder when you possessed the ultimatum, fully aware that this would be her last time speaking to the sworn bodyguard. There was something beautiful behind the tragedy that was her fate, something that made her grateful to experience life. Grateful to have met the man that was Nyx Ulric.    ❝  – dont cry, dear hero.  ❞   The ring of the Lucii was offered to the male, settled atop bloodied palms.    ❝  For I will be watching over you always. Please, see the ring to Noctis; survive this place so our future may know peace. My duty…. lies in you now.  ❞  

                                                                                                And so the darkness claimed another.

[1andoni]

                    granny oni always offered to let him stay at her place, but itto would more often than not decline. not that he didn’t want to be in her presence, he always did, but more that he’s learned if he’s not around so much, she has an easier time of it. so technically that made him homeless. 

                   which! wasn’t bad! it let him be a free soul, roam inazuma with his gang and do his own thing. though...watasumi was a place he liked to come on his own, for whatever reason...certainly not how calm it made him feel, and certainly not because of some doggy general that helped him feel not-so out of place all the time. he just...liked the beaches. yea. 

                  he wanders the shore, listening to the sound of the waves, watching how the moon reflects against the water. he can smell the sea-salt air, oni senses sharpened enough he can...smell gorou? kinda like puppy breath and lavender melon, mixed with a little distress across the sea air. not good. 

                  he bee-lines it inland, up a shoal only to find a small tent under a tree not far in the distance. inside it he can hear gorou, in obvious discomfort and pain. itto, like most decisions he makes, doesn’t think about it before throwing himself in the tent, ready for a fight...only to find the general alone. asleep. he’s...having a nightmare. 

                 “gogo, hey...” he realizes quick gorou is crying. he hesitates, just for a moment, considering if he’s soft enough for this kind of work, before he decides taking a chance is worth it. thick arms reach out to pull the general closer to his chest, putting gorou into his lap with ease. he fits rather well, itto able to all but envelope the other in his grasp.

                 “s’alright, general,” itto assures, “you’re safe, i got’cha.” // @bellatxr​ cont.

[cryoexorcist]

bellatxr asked:  "somehow, i expected that this would happen eventually."

BETRAYAL

There is a genuine sadness in Chongyun’s eyes as they study Gorou. They adore the general, but Chongyun cannot disobey the elders of his clan. With barely controlled grief, Chongyun steps back.

“I am sorry, general,” Chongyun forces out with a raspy whisper. “But I can no longer come to Inazuma.” The elders of his clan are old fashioned, and do not care for travel much to begin with, but to outright forbid Chongyun to travel outside of Liyue at all is a new restriction that Chongyun loathes.

How Gorou seemed to know this is beyond Chongyun’s scope of understanding. Perhaps he has a 6th sense for these kind of situations. Or perhaps it’s something the general had experienced before. Regardless of the reason, they’re both clearly sad, and Chongyun can’t tell who’s sadder.

“Please forget me.” Chongyun’s struggling to hold back tears as they turn to walk away, back toward where their camp is. They’ll leave early in the morning, sail back to the city of Inazuma, and then catch a ship back to Liyue, putting all of the islands behind them.

“I’m sorry,” Chongyun whispers to no one. Inazuma had become a home away from home, and to never see it, and Gorou, again, is a nightmare come to life.

[onecouldwithstandit]

“the last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel.”

Tomo sighed and shook their head, giving the general a side look. "Gorou, I do not know how feelings work. I feel anger and hate. That is all." She shook her head and clenched their fists. "But.. Thank you, I suppose." Hesitantly, she reached over, taking Gorou's hands. "Thank you. I know i can count on you if something bothers me in the future."

[stcllariis-a]

@bellatxr​ || cont. 

he hated to make the general worry, but he also knew that gorou would worry whether or not he was careful. the traveler sighed softly and he held his arms up slightly so that the other could inspect him, waiting patiently for gorou to give him the approval. it was obvious that he was okay, just minor scratches by the time the fighting was over, truthfully, but he allowed the other to have his fill. after a moment, gloved hands reached out to take gorou’s hand, squeezing it lightly he let out a chuckle, “am i all up to your standards?” he asks, tone full of teasing as he regards him with amusement. “do i pass the test?”