#blessdsun

[faetyd]

@blessdsun​ murmured: “ i’m not leaving you here . ” (for essek)

      𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌. essek was, as he had always called himself, a coward - too caught up keeping himself alive to worry for another. that had changed with time, granted... but it did not diminish his desire to keep on living, even in shame. his throat is tight & he found it difficult to swallow - to even look her in the eye. brow furrowed as a warmth spread across handsome features, & his exhale is in an almost agony.

      ❝ i cannot go, ❞ the wizard replies sharply. too sharp. too cruel. he did not wish to slip back into the impression of indifference, but it was his cowardice speaking. ❝ i would bring... complications. ❞ violet-blue eyes finally rise to meet hers, almost faltering in his conviction, though self-preservation wins out. ❝ & i am afraid. if it makes me sound like a fool, so be it. ❞

[archived-hellesfeuer]

@blessdsun​​    —    CAN  YOU  WALK? 

NOT   ENTIRELY   SURE,   HE   ALMOST   REPLIES,   FOR   THAT   IS   THE   TRUTH,   VISIBLE   IN   HIS   GAIT   AND   PALOR.         blood   staining   his   already-stained   shirt,   inflammation   in   his   cheek,   already   telling   of   a   nasty   bruise   to   come.      but   to   tell   the   truth,   here   and   now,   is   weakness,   so   he   lies.            “      i   am   .   .   .      f-fine.      only   .   .   .      maybe   a   small   rest,      ”            he   concedes,   cringing   at   his   own   admission.      a   weak,   stupid   fool      —      a   boy   who   cannot   protect   himself,   with   the   litany   of   spells   at   his   disposal.      useless.      incompetent.      far   from   good   enough,   that   is   clear.            “      i-i   .   .   .      this,      ”            he   continues,   gesturing   to   the   wound   in   his   shoulder.            “      it   would   be   .   .   .      unwise,   i   believe,   to   leave   this   unattended.      ”            bruising,   even   brokenness,   he   can   muscle   through      —      shove   to   the   back   of   his   mind   for   later   concerns.      but   bleeding   out   will   do   none   of   them   good.   

[wildtenacity]

@blessdsun LIKED and got FJORD

“Do you ever regret some of the things you’ve done in your past?”

Fjord realized how dumb that sounded as soon as he asked the question. He couldn’t think of anyone who didn’t regret some of the things that they’ve done. The past was on his mind a lot lately. He replayed events over and over, wondering how things would be now if he had done others differently. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t go back and change anything so why torture himself like this? But he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to move forward. But it seemed like every time he did, something kept him back.

“Every time I try to start something new, the past comes back to haunt me. How can I move forward if I keep being pulled back?”

[bestdefender]

⋮ ▽ ⋮ ❛ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟. ⟨ @blessdsun​ ⟩

“sometimes you can’t do the fun thing – the thing that makes you happy. you have to do the right thing.” tony shrugs, taking another sip of his seltzer, though his eyes don’t meet ash’s. “and i don’t always know what the right thing is but— i’m trying. not nearly as fun as the wild parties i was having before—” he looks up then, cheeky smile curling on his lips, “—but it’s better. actually makes me feel good about myself.”

[sapphiretrickster]

@blessdsun​​ said: ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞

                    She stares for a moment too long after her lollipop dissipates in a poof of sparkles once the thing that was attacking her faints down, unsure why she can’t look away. “Hm? Oh!” Jester shakes her head, blinks fast as she looks down to hide the blush spreading across her face with a chuckle, “Neither, I mean-- not worried, I’m not here to kill you or anything! It’s- you-- it’s nothing. You’re-- you’re very pretty.” Should she be saying that? “Hi! I’m Jester!”

[heavenlysouled]

@blessdsun / blinding sickness (reversed)

the spell was cast before fjord can stop it, but that did not stop him from lunging forward and wreaking a final blow to the enemy that had sent the spell at ashmenet’s figure. frustration and anger mixed in his body like unstable chemicals as his enemy collapsed to the ground, and then he quickly turned back to ashmenet. his brows furrowed together; her eyes were clear, it looked as if she were controlling zephyr, despite there still being enemies around them.

“ash—!”

it was a confused utterance of her name, but he decided to cut their losses anyway and rush forward, full body grab the woman, and proceed to rush off into the nearest usable shelter and hiding place. that happened to be a cave system, which proved incredibly easy to lose their enemies in. when that was done, fjord finally stopped, set ashmenet down, panic rising at the sight of her.

“what’s wrong!?”

[bcholding]

                       @blessdsun 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃:        ► 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

               𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄;  immediately  replaced  with  the  sun’s,  breaking through in feeble streams through thick curtains.  Fresh  blood  swiped  from  the  corner  of  his  mouth  transforms  into  tendrils,  mapping  the  texture  of  his  skin.  He  studies  it,  as  if  consumed  with  the  notation  that  he  could  bleed.  That  she  would  draw  blood  from  him.

    The  subtle  automatic  - click -  of  a  tape  recorder  doesn’t  go  unnoticed,  the  static  build  up  in  the  playback  preluding  what  is  to  come.  He  sneers,  a  low  rumble  coming  from  the  back  of  his  throat  as  he  holds  steadfast  to  his  meticulous  ethos.

         ❝ Explain yourself. ❞

[circustrauma]

@blessdsun said: ‘i still don’t know how i even survive.’ [ after laughter starters ]

“Well, probably like the rest of us.” Tim offered her a mug of coffee, noting how this woman was taller than him. It was rare that anyone was taller than him, so it was always a pleasant surprise. Maybe that shouldn’t have been his first thought, but he was used to cryptic and sad statements from strangers. He wasn’t used to people being taller than him.

“You get up, you roll out of bed, you shower, get dressed, and you go on with your day. Unless there’s more to it? If so, I might need more information. Are you here to make a statement?”