#eldaens

[holyfiendsa]

@eldaens​,  wanted  2  flip  the  coine  (:

"    are  you  trying  to  be  a  martyr?    “

viper  tongued  words  without  much  fang  to  back  them  up,    for  the  glower  he  gives  his  companion.    more  bad-tempered  than  usual,    if  only  because  of  the  heat  curling  through  the  air,    leaving  palms  inside  gloves  damp.    he  itches  at  the  lace  that  adorns  his  neck,    and  does  his  best  to  remain  dignified,    or  at  least  something  within  range  of  it.

“    the  next  time  you  do  something  like  that,    i’ll  leave  you  for  dead.    “      he  takes  a  seat,    one  leg  crossed  over  the  other,    watches  the  smoke  curl  against  the  dark  sky,    and  very  purposefully  does  not  look  at  rei  except  to  give  a  little  sniff  of  indignation.    “    now  ask  me  for  help.    something  like  :    oh  great    &    noble  fae,    please  grant  my  idiot  self  some  mercy  before  my  guts  fall  out.    getting  on  your  knees  would  not  be  out  of  the  question  either.    “

[sunwield-a]

@eldaens​​,  ♡ .

“    don’t  you  ever  get  tired  of  it?    “    the  bloom  of  a  very  innocent  suggestion  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  his  own  interest  in  acquiring  another  traveling  companion.    promise    (    so  maybe  he’s  lonely  on  the  road    /    it  doesn’t  matter    ).    “    all  that  sailing.    i  would  miss  land  after  awhile.    “

[khimerism]

a summoning from @eldaens​​ ( REI ): ❛  you only agree to get me to shut up ❜ / argument starters

It’s always interesting interacting with the rava she finds. Their dynamic has always been akin to... well, she wants to say cats and dogs, but she’s seen them get along better than this. Rei grates at her from time to time ( more often than not, but she doesn’t like admitting it — it feels like giving him too much leverage ), but still, they’re allies in a sense, or at least the closest she can get to one with someone like him. Despite the begrudging alliance between them, there’s still disagreements on everything, and admittedly, this time she grows tired of it far soon than normal, especially when this disagreement has started over nothing more than which way they should go. It’s not a surprise that he calls her out on her acquiescence really, though it could just be his typical sass coming through. 

❝ And yet, here you are, still talking. ❞ The chimera huffs, pinching its brow between delicate fingers as it lets loose a heavy sigh. It can feel a headache forming and she’s sure this man is half the cause, if not the entire reason. ❝ Are you just incapable of shutting up in general or is it  my presence that makes you like this? ❞

[godbringer]

@eldaens​,   cont.

earnesty,    which  grinds  at  his  teeth  and  makes  him  feel  like  biting  down  until  something    pops!    free.    he  looks  away,    disguising  irritability  beneath  a  falsified  nervousness    (    not  all  that  falsified;    he  can’t  stop  staring  at  the  waves,    the  way  they  lick  at  the  edges  of  the  boat.    a  wave  had  come  early  that  had  splashed  over  his  knees  and  left  an  inch  of  water  sloshing  around  the  inside,    and  his  ferryman  hadn’t  seemed  concerned  then  either    --    normal  for  the  seas    --    but  his  palms  had  felt  strange  and  damp.    just  the  sea  air,    surely    ).

they’ve  gotten  this  long  without  personal  questions,    tense  silence  to  part  through  murky  depths,    that  he’s  shocked  when  the  question  finally  come.    violet  eyes  flicker  a  moment,    faint  with  static,    a  spark  of  something  beneath,    and  then  lower  and  skip  away  like  a  stone  upon  the  waves.

he  wiggles  down  into  the  boat,    draws  his  knees  close  to  his  chest.    no  one  had  warned  him  how  cold  the  sea  was,    bracing,    different  than  snezhnaya  which  felt  like  a  piece  of  glass  at  the  throat.    a  burning  in  the  lungs.    this  settles  in  and  doesn’t  shake  out.

“    how  about  a  better  question    –    why  risk  your  life  ferrying  strangers  into  inazuma  in  the  first  place?    “    he  doesn’t  mean  for  it  to  come  off  so  combative,    really,    but  there’s  something  about  cheer  and  good  will  that  make  him  feel  cruel,    like  an  open  throat  just  waiting  for  some  teeth.    “    especially  ones  that  are  grumpy.    seems  like  a  waste  of  time.    “

[iliumsong]

❝ Don’t lie with your eyes, you know I despise that look. ❞ ( idk who you've got but vann + whoever this fits with )

the horror and the wild.

❝ a liar? me? ❞ beneath feathered white hair, qifrey's singular blue eye sparkles. sunlight on the ocean waves. he rests chin in the palm of his hand. watches vann overtop the rim of his glasses. beneath dark waters anxiety is a serpent. between his ribs. don't lie. qifrey won't tell vann what a tall ask that is. instead he smiles until his eye becomes a crescent. ❝ if you mean to call my bluff, then do so. ❞

his free hand holds cards close to his chest. he is bluffing. about a great many things but in the moment what matters is the game on their table and the way that night stretches to early morning. this is what he reminds himself to make the snake recede. return to the home in his stomach.

he taps his cards against the table once. twice. nods to where there are no bets save their drinks. his voice dances over the waves, distracting from the dark. ❝ but should you be ready to accept defeat, i will welcome your gracious admittance with open arms. ❞

[luredeep-moved]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄,       the sight of him tearing open a wall she had built so carefully in her mind.    she once prisoner to the land of the aen elle,     the city so disturbingly beautiful,     held caged in a paradise of terror,     had not expected to see him again.     yet the past ever haunts her,     and the aen saevherne is but one of many wraiths.      she tensed then,     a rage of years gone by sweeping over her,     curling leather clad fingers to fists,     and it took more self control than it should have to unfurl them once more.

ever infuriating in his dry tone,     avallac’h has changed not in the slightest.     not even the hen llinge tongue might be a compromise.     let him disgust himself with the language of dh’oine.     even the hint of amusement in his tone evokes no reciprocation.      ciri stands for a long moment,     never once averting her eyes.     [ she must never allow him triumph,     must never be bound again. ]       when at last she sits,     it is across from the elf,     with her legs never crossed.     ❛   i can’t forget,      that i can promise you.   ❜      and indeed it is a word kept easily,     though at times she wishes she could.     how cruel they were.      𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙸 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙻.

❛   are you,      then ?   ❜      ciri might have asked if it were a ploy,    another trick,    to return her to this land of perfume and golden cages.     yet she would not have trusted his response.     ❛   or have you knelt to eredin as well ?      do you know it was he who broke our pact ?      i watched the alder king die,     and where were you ?   ❜      she did not mean to raise her voice,    though ever slight as it may be,     the edge to it has sharpened.     do not allow him the satisfaction of your rage.      ❛   have you the backbone at least not to follow him too ?   ❜       there is a reason for his presence,    certainly.     ciri cannot imagine avallac’h deserting his quest,     that debt he seeks so grimly to settle.      and although in tir ná lia he may have been the lesser evil,     her word is true:      she cannot forget.     he seeks lara’s legacy still,     does he not ?

@eldaens​    [ cont ]

[frvxe]

@eldaens​ | starter call

               “𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘋, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴... 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥.”

          Slaying beasts was the hunter’s forte, but rarely was he left to deal with the aftermath. Rarer still was it that so many innocents were injured in the process... though D had only been able to show his face and put down the beast after most of these injuries occurred, from the looks of things. There were no structures around to have taken any damage, for better or worse; were these people also travelers or hunters of some sort? Maybe it meant there was civilization nearby... D found himself in an unfamiliar land once again, and by then knew well enough it was all he could do to seek the aid of locals.

               “𝘖𝘩? 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

          Indeed, D’s steps drew him away from the beast corpses and back towards a lonely copse of trees—where the injured had been carried or dragged to be further treated. The dhampir had his priorities, but his eyes yet lingered across prone bodies wracked with pained groans and uncomfortable shifting. He hadn’t a scratch on him from the short-lived battle, but it took only a glance to notice the devastation wrought by the massive claws those creatures possessed. The dhampir’s eyes drifted away from the wounded and to those few tending them... and the massive cleric that sat hunched over one such victim.

               “𝙃𝙚𝙮.“ A voice like D’s, but not his at all, in the end, spoke up as the hunter neared. “𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?”

          D remained silent as the left hand, just barely muffled by his cloak, spoke for him. His best chances were to ingratiate himself with whoever was able to assist him and, judging by the way this learned healer had taken charge of the wounded... in any case, D’s normal taciturnity would only work against him, and both he and the creature within his left hand knew as much.

[unhalloa2]

❝   oh,   um   ...   excuse me?   ❞      even on his best days,   atsushi had always been meek   ---   his knuckles are too gentle as they knock against the door frame,   his voice too quiet and shaky,   but their president seems to always know.   [ he’s doing better,   he really is   ---   the anxiety blooms into growing confidence,   and atsushi toes the door open a crack to peek into the office space. ]   HIS SMILE IS SHEEPISH AND HESITANT AND SO VERY ATSUSHI LIKE.         ❝   ranpo said that   ---   that you wanted to see me?   ❞

@eldaens​​,​   random muse starter call.