#elyslian

[hexitage]

i love her

and 💛 i 💛 love 💛 you

[fcragil]

❝ it’s been a while since i saw you and the boy… have you seen him recently? ❞ he avoided saying his brother’s name—it didn’t know how much pain it brought her. he sighed deeply and feigned a smile, ❝ let me see the boy ❞

@sinwashed / @fauilte  / @elyslian  /  random asks welcomed

he was kin , though he mirrored the face of the man who 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ; amos was more than welcome to visit .     it was sweet of him to avoid speakin’ the name of the outlaw who found his calling above being the family man he should have been .     but it was a moniker that parted from her rose bud lips regardless , let alone the nephew amos wishes to see looks much like his old man & just as similar to his uncle .     her gentle gaze provides a silent response to his query , one that is 𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓯 & 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 that she has no news to share of seeing his brother . 

‘     micah bell !     ‘     she calls out , an endearing way about her voice in regards to this being her son she beckons for .     ‘     you come say hi to your uncle ! he’s come a long way to see you , baby .     ‘     her hand gently slips behind her boy’s head , 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 .

‘     uncle amos !     ‘     the little one is excited , jumping around as he bounds past their company eager to show him something .     aerith shrugs with a little laughter , hard to keep a young boy still .     though it may be the two of them , the little one has some friends .     however , it was different ; 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓮 in his life had an affect that was noticeable .

having amos’s company was nice     (     for the both of them     ) , it gave aerith a little solace to know she 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 .     ‘     stay a bit , will you , amos ?     ‘     she adds , hoping it is not a bother .     ‘     for my boy’s sake ?     ‘

[ofthepublic]

how well does heidegger handle grief?

@elyslian​  /  headcanon queries

in short , he does not handle it well .

of course , i will go into detail . heidegger is perhaps no different than most military men in the way he handles his emotions . though he has been trained extraordinarily well to control his emotions and switch into a combat mode , when he does spiral into his grief and memories of his son-- this can cause a struggle for him to separate his emotion ( as he simply wants to release his pain and sorrow ) .

between the war and the death of his son , heidegger has been through extreme traumatic experiences that have resulted in PTSD and Dissociation . hence where heidegger’s feelings can be strongly displaced or not present . when his emotions are present , they may often be bottled up or brushed aside before being addressed . 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥 .

no one is safe from his bark when emotions get the better of him . he will lash out on his own men and has even with his own wife . he’s bitter and unlikely to apologize ( unless you are his wife or close family ) . 

heidegger does better to deal with any of his grief alone . whilst the solitary confinement may not be the healthiest , it surely is the safest for others to consider . very few can truly tame him , though serah and matilda ( heidegger’s mother ) have been able to . 

in truth , when heidegger is confronting his grief , he does experience harsh guilt , a sense of failure & immeasurable sorrow . 

activities that tend to be beneficial that heidegger will turn to when weening out of solitude are : weightlifting , boxing / fighting , target practice ( shooting ) , anything that can be an outlet for his aggression . 

[fcragil]

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’ @strategicode

@elyslian  /  sentence prompt

he had his moments . where brief , small , fleeting instances of his infrequent philosophical quotes would shine through .     they’re sweet words , 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 , and she love that about him .     the heart worn on his sleeve , the care he held for the orphanage & the people he befriended ; every bit of him was endearing .     she allows those words to settle in , her previous spoken concerns seem to melt away because of them . 

laying there a moment . . . she takes a small & quiet inhale .     a coy simper begins to blossom , those restless butterflies are stirred awake ; a sensation commonly felt with him .     she props herself up , knowing the moment is now ; his visits are shorter , albeit less frequent when you carry the 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓽 . 

‘     biggs . . .     ‘     she stalls with a whisper , to save their date from running short ; or making best of the time that is left .     placing her hand beside his shoulder , she balances her weight over him .     her breath is a little short , pulse quickened in her throat whilst her gaze falls to those pretty brown eyes .     ‘     i’m breathing now     ‘      the words are mouthed quietly , 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝔀𝓷 .     ‘     i just need it to be enough-- for this moment .     ‘

[fcragil]

( letter to aerith from biggs : it’s taken me way too many tries to get this right — i’m busy during the day, you know with the kids and all, but all day you’ve been running through my mind, i’m lucky enough to be your guy... i wanna do something nice for you — if you wanna be daring meet me by the leaf house tonight! you won’t regret it. luckiest guy alive, biggs. ) a doodle that looks to be a thumbs up is next to his name, along with a heart shape. / @strategicode

@elyslian  /  random asks welcomed

chores were simple around the house , one being particularly routine before she tended the flowers in the morning .     aerith retrieved the mail , no hopes in really seeing anything for herself .     mostly shinra propaganda among other assortments of junk .     once in a while was a request for flowers , even if that mostly came 𝓫𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 .     but , aerith’s discovers a letter for herself , the sensation of receiving something from a person you want tends to cause those little flutters of excitement .     the surprise was welcome though she is not aware of what is in store .     wanting to read this letter as soon as possible , aerith dashed into the house     (     tossing the pile of mail onto the table in a rush to get up to her room     )     ‘     got the mail , mum !     ‘

elmyra barely manages a few words in , whilst spotting her daughter in a sprint up the stairs .     she goes about thinking nothing of it , whilst aerith is quiet about slowly closing the door behind her .

she had walked over to her bed , falling back to bounce ‘pon the covers ; cheeks a little 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 whilst a smile can not help but creep to her lips     (     she tears the envelop open     ) .

there was a way that biggs would articulate himself that amused aerith , in the form of a letter was no different .     she could hear his voice speaking the words as she read them to herself .     nothing she could disagree with either , though she adored 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 from her subtle hints for him to grasp on .     however , the knowing of how she is on his mind makes her weak ; giddy with her own feelings toward him .     the way he words himself in the letter really brings to light how cherished he makes her feel , a sensation not many have given her .     deep down , she wonders 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 .

a small pillow is immediately clutched to her face , a girly laugh muffled into the plush cushion whilst the letter lay crinkled against her chest .     to be daring was fun , and allowed her 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 she long to forget she was trapped in .     in a bounce she was upright , eager for this date and wanting to look a part that expressed her bold side .     insomuch , it was time to retire something cute for a look that was a little more appealing .

she sighs happily , prancing over to her vanity where she can tuck her letter safely away .     thinking over how he signed off and bashfully smiling into the mirror ; regardless to how goofy he can be , there is something she still finds so 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 .

‘     oh , biggs . . . what do you have planned for us ?     ‘

[shoveoff]

biggs — 💛 or like 💙

i’m actually very happy you sent biggs , because i have thought about this tbh . i’m sure you’re probably aware of the ship i have with yana & the faris x jessie being a thing , and i was thinking how sweet it would be if like faris and biggs had a good relationship cuz i know jessie and biggs are close ;u; i feel like , because jessie cherishes her friends that faris would respect wanting to be on good terms with them . if a brotherly bond kinda built up i think that would be lovely cuz this was one of the ships i thought for between them , if not just simply platonic & fun . because biggs worries about his companions and faris cares enough about jessie to worry about her , they could count on each other to make sure their mutual friends are okay , if not just providing good vibes and companionship with each other . 

@elyslian  /  what kind of relationship does your muse want with mine ?

[shoveoff]

‘     avast ! ye’ plunderer and yield ye’ earnings o’er !     ‘     a quick leap o’er steep precipice joins him below with an armed treasure hunter , the men kaeya is no doubt searching for .     his cheeky grin 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖞 , wading his dagger about the air as he near for battle .     ‘     ye’ be outnumbered thar , landlubber .     ‘     he points , dagger jabbing toward the man to look behind him ; the knight had timing , for them to ambush the other so swiftly . 

@elyslian​  /  kaeya

[shoveoff]

@elyslian​  /  happy birthday kaeya

a rare item is gifted ; tightly sealed in a crystal vile , a flower's nectar so cold that no matter the temperature it ne'er freeze .     𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖌𝖎𝖋𝖙 for the cryo allogene , so he felt .     the present bestowed had been delivered with note , the captain's eloquent handwriting having scribbled a time for the knight to meet him 'pon the liberty .

the crew had been made aware of this invitation , so when the knight had been welcomed aboard , he had been appointed to faris's chambers .     a symphonic melody plays behind a closed door , simple dabble in practice as time near and the sound escapes leaving its faint melody in the air outside .     agile digits know their expertise , skirting across strings that humorously bring about the notes of the celebratory song .     it comes without words , the captain isn't much for singing whilst playing his harp .     playing undisturbed whilst the 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 enter the captain's quarters .

juniper gaze briefly reveals , a welcoming glimmer in eyen .     the cadence of his instrument shifts , from a mere happy birthday melody to something unheard .     an original piece that belong solely to the knight ; insomuch should he behest to hear it once more , the captain would comply .     though all the attention the captain currently gives is poured into his piece , concealed optics allowing him to feel the music within his fingertips .     as the first movement had progressed allegro , the tempo shifts in the second adding a beautiful adagio middle .     fingers entwine in their perfect dance with tightened string , a passion for what he does running through his veins .      by no means were it a lengthy concert for the knight , but hopeful enough to make the visit worth while .     𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 & the captain found kaeya most deserving .

to which he could only say     '     happy birthday , kaeya .     '