#chains meme

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

"Chains"

The cold is starting to get to him.

Aymeric shivers a little and shifts his weight, exhausted and sore and angry- at himself, at his father, at the Heaven’s Ward... but mostly at himself.

I should have listened.

He has no way of telling what time it is, no way of knowing how long he’s been prisoner- nor how long the ‘questioning’ has lasted.  All he knows is that when he hears footsteps approaching the door to his cell, he instinctively shies back as best he can... and he grits his teeth and steels himself.

No, he tells himself coldly.  They can beat me and torment me, but they will never force me to say that what I spoke of is a lie- nor to turn on my friends.

Never.

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

"Chains"

Drip, drip, drip.

He’s not sure what the sound he’s hearing is, but it’s a brief line to sanity, and so Aymeric clings to it and counts the seconds it marks.  He’s disoriented and hurting, but he knows that if he loses consciousness he’s at a huge disadvantage- and vulnerable, far too vulnerable.  Despite being chained to the wall, despite what he’s endured, so long as he is awake and aware he knows he’s somewhat safe.

Drip, drip, drip.

He pauses.  That’s not right- the sound is speeding up.  What could it be…?

It doesn’t register to him that the sound is, in fact, footsteps- not until he hears the heavy lock click and the door begin to swing open.

He forces himself to look up, gritting his teeth against the pain.  I can do this, he tells himself.  I can, and I shall.

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

Chains

Aymeric had only been to the Churning Mists on urgent business, and so when the opportunity arises to go for pleasure and to see what the moogles have been up to, he takes it quickly and heads out of the city almost at once.  His curiosity level is quite high, and he wants to take more time to look around Zenith and the surrounding areas to see what the moogles and the Ishgardians have accomplished.

A moogle directs him once he arrives to walk around the outskirts of the large building and so he does, admiring both the workmanship and the scenery.  He’s so involved in what he’s doing that he doesn’t see the net on the ground until it’s too late- and he yelps as the ground suddenly disappears from beneath him, and he is suspended in mid-air.  Struggling only serves to make the entanglement worse, and he hangs still and swears under his breath.  Handeloup had warned him about the moogles and their tricks, and he hadn’t been careful enough.

A familiar figure appears shortly thereafter, walking the same path as him, and Aymeric’s eyes widen.  “Zephirin!  Stop!” he shouts.  “Do not take one step further, lest you end up like me,” he finishes in a quieter tone, grumbling.  “... and get me down from here, would you?”

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

;; Chains--

The sun rises slowly behind him as Aymeric kneels in the snow, staring at the monument before him.  He lifts his hand and reaches out, bare fingertips touching bitterly cold steel, tracing the jagged edge where steel had given way to aether and closing his eyes as he does so.  That edge tells a story, along with the cold, wet snow as it soaks into the spaces between his sabatons and reminds him.

When he hears footsteps approaching, the snow yielding to boots in a cadence he recognizes, he swiftly draws his hand back and drags it across his eyes.  He opens them again, reading the name inscribed in the stone for what feels like the thousandth time.

It very well may be, he thinks.  He’s lost track.

He wants to speak, to open his mouth and give voice to the myriad of emotions roiling in his veins, but no matter what he does, no words come out.  There aren’t any words that exist to describe how he feels, from the crushing weight of guilt to the endless sea of sorrow, from the scars torn into his own body like a brand to the gaping wound that had stolen one of his dearest friends away.

I am still bound, but these chains have no lock, no key- and they cannot be broken… and there is nobody to see them but me.

With that in mind, he rises and turns to face Ane with a fragile smile. She won’t see it, but she will know it’s there.

“I have been gone too long,” he says softly.

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

"Chains". -Avroix Kovaraire

( @avroix-ffxiv )

The metallic taste in his mouth has become too much and Aymeric spits blood onto the stone floor, supporting himself as best he can so the shackles don't dig into his neck and wrists.  His arms ache fiercely whenever he moves, but if he's still they go entirely numb, and Aymeric pauses to wonder distantly if that's a bad thing, if perhaps when this is all over he won't be able to wield his sword again.

The darkness has become far more an enemy than a friend, and he flinches involuntarily when he hears booted footsteps walking down the hallway outside the cell door.  They mark seconds as they pass, as consistent and dependable as the hands of a clock, and Aymeric's feverish mind latches on and counts each one.

Twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen.

The sound of the key in the lock makes him flinch again, but he gathers command of himself and stares icily forward as the door swings open.  The person on the other side, however, is not who he'd expected- and his voice comes out as a croak as he speaks the man's name.

"Avroix?"

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

“Chains” from illustrisxarma because SLAMS HANDS DOWN HI ADELPHEL HERE PRE-RESCUE ATTEMPT WHY NOT

Aymeric has lost track of how long he’s been captive.  The waiting is becoming the worst thing, truly- hearing booted feet in the darkness but being unable to see them for the lack of bars in the cell.  There is a small window in the door itself, but it’s too far away for him to see out.  He shifts a little bit, chains rattling as he moves, and exhales.

A key in the lock makes his gaze snap to the door, and he sets his mouth in a firm line.  Whatever they want from him, they won’t get it- he is no heretic, nor is he a sympathizer.

“Ser Adelphel,” he says, his voice quiet and calm, when he sees who it is that is striding into the room.  The knight’s pale hair and pristine white armor catch the light from the torches in the hallway, and Aymeric has to resist the urge to squint against the sudden light.

( @illustrisxarma )

[symphonicdemise]

Chains

Your muse finds mine chained up in a dungeon full of torture tools. Send me “Chains” for a starter.

Tarn’s optics onlined slowly. His frame ached from his hanging position. His pede’s barely touched the ground and his arms were suspended above his helm from the ceiling.

He took in his surroundings for a moment before spotting the smaller Mnemosurgeon. “Trepan?” A bit of static clung to his voice. He tried to clear his voice of the irritating sound. “What... where am I?” He was groggy yet, no doubt from some kind of tranquilizer. He was unsure if this mech was his captor or his rescue.

[mischievousrotespion-blog]

Chains (moonlitrocks) ((what a wonderful way for them to meet xD))

Your muse finds mine chained up in a dungeon full of torture tools. Send me “Chains” for a starter.

Mikkel started to come to soon enough, finding that she was chained with no real way of escaping. And her weapons were no where to be found. What the hell was going on now...?! She pulled at her restraints, immediately attempting to free herself. No such luck. She looks when she heard someone coming into the room, and she growls. "...So, who the fuck am I about to kill for putting me here?"