Jul 21, 2019
// A good boy with Daryl’s primogs.
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// A good boy with Daryl’s primogs.
they had known this might happen - that at some point the time passing between source and first would divide further and further. that at some point the rift between those shards would need to be closed. it should be an occasion of perhaps sadness but also the celebration of a work well done ...with the garlean threat gone and eorzea entering a time of peace, the warrior of light was neither needed in the first nor the source and the two worlds drifting apart simply made sense.
she should be happy, she knows that. the scions have long returned from the first and now they would be able to all settle down, to possibly lead normal lives ( as much as that was possible for any of them, the past few years had been marked by loss and hardships for them all ). but amaya couldn’t really feel happy as she watched the portal to the first slowly close... and then... she simply turns around, trying to tug all the scions close to her, embracing them with a warm smile. “you are my family... you always will be. all of you. nothing can change that but...” looking back again she already knows her decision to be certain “this world has enough heroes with you - I am not necessary here, not anymore. over there however...” when they smile at her she knows they understand.
...they’ve all been together through so much, words were not necessary. so instead she hugs them all once more before turning towards the portal, juming through it and... crashing against the crystal exarch, tumbling down to the ground with him, just as the path between the shards closes.
“----I am back home, g’raha.”
// @crystariis liked for a starter ( ACCEPTING ) .
crystariis started following you
“Thou a lost soul as well.” Came the gentle echo behind the trapped young spirit he had sensed from his pews. Why was this young man here? Was this Emet’s doing too?
“You seem troubled...hurt. Fret not. I bring you no suffering. I sense your soul and curiously followed it’s trail, nothing more.” The mouthless voice murmured, curious an yet hinted concern was there too. For someone with such a vacant mask, his emotions were clear like the words from it’s unseen mouth. It meant no harm. “This place is naught meant for the living. How did thou come across this city of ghost?”
@crystariis !
❝ i hope you’ve given yourself at least a chance to breathe, hun. ❞
fifty ways to kiss someone. // currently accepting! | @crystariis 33. ...forcefully.
WAR HAS SEEPED INTO HIS BONES, in his filaments ; it has made a home of him like holy ashes that settled ‘cross the broken foundations of the First. HOLY ------ synonymous with pure : yet purity seemed nigh unattainable in the wake of his body pressed to the other and hands tangled in his hair, ( broken thing, does he kiss you because he wants you or because he pities you ? ) claiming for himself a sin that still denied him darkness. PUSH ME AWAY, PUSH ME AWAY, his mind begs. Let him be reminded that he is the alien --- the unclean, unworthy of love. Yet the Exarch does not ( they are the relics of other worlds. it’s what unifies them. ) and war is met with peace and light to the promise of the dark.
❝I HATE YOU FOR THIS------❞ he snarls between breaths, his own mere formality to the hitch of his partner’s and the rapid heartbeat next to his breast. Yet all the same their lips meet again, dancing like blades over the battlefield as he claims him. But what conflict does he hope to win? ❝Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare.❞ You say they are your inspiration, and yet you are mine.
crystariis replied to your post: //by the way, if any npc rpers (or people who just...
(( you caught my interest- i have 1 request and that is crystal exarch doing a healer lb3- ))
“ oh, how long it has been since i have last been by your side! ” there is a pixie hugging the exarch’s arm. well, attempting. small arms make it difficult. “ how are you feeling, my [ beautiful jewel ]? ” they flutter upwards placing a tiny hand on his cheek. “ i heard from our sapling that you have been through a lot. i do hope you are taking care of yourself, dear. ” ( @crystariis / starter )
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