#empty hourglass

[babygurltash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Soren flirts with a tavern owner to get a discount, and Ike feels intensely jealous, like any good friend would.

Just uploaded Chapter 9 of empty hourglass, so I thought I'd keep sharing chapters here! Also, happy Ikesoren Week everyone <333 this counts as my submission for today's prompt, Traveling

[babygurltash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Realized I never posted the other chapters of this fic here, so this is chapter 2 of empty hourglass!

Featuring various Greil Mercenaries and other Tellius characters, as well as Ike & Soren mutually pining <33

[babygurltash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Since I've just uploaded Chapter 8, I figured now's as good a time as any to post another chapter update for empty hourglass over here!

This one features a lot of rain~

[babygurltash]

Love having to pull up old chapters of my own fic when im writing the new ones, it's like a previously-on segment but for my fic

[babygurltash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is the chapter when we say farewell to the Greil Mercs for the time being! Also featuring: Soren being jealous and Ike teasing him for it, Titania & Oscar sharing the Mercs' singular braincell, and horses.

[brittwarnerlyrics]

Empty Hourglass

One grain... All that remains, Thought I had All the time In the world

Empty hourglass

One day... All felt the same As the last All my sand Swept back to shore

Empty hourglass My golden days Slipped through my grasp And passed Night fell so fast Empty hourglass

Oooh...

Empty hourglass My golden days Slipped through my grasp And passed Life went so fast Empty hourglass

Listen to Empty Hourglass.

[landonmills-blog]

Empty Hourglass ✘ Closed

Something’s off about today. That one thought was running through Landon's mind since the moment he had woken up, but he didn't want to accept it. So what, he couldn't stop coughing - maybe he just had a cold or something. So what, he could hardly breathe - the air in this place just sucked. He lived in his own little make believe reality where no one was sick, and he wasn't dying. It was better that way.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized just how bad things were getting. He had lost so much weight within the last few weeks, and he was beginning to look just as sick as he really was. People were asking questions, and he let them, but he refused to let anyone run any tests, or let any doctors check him out. If someone were to ask him why he wouldn't get treatment, he honestly wouldn't have any answer. It was stupid, the treatment would most likely help him, but he was still in denial about everything. Every time he got the temptation to bring it up in one of the therapy sessions, or to speak the truth when one of the nurses asked if he was feeling okay, it was like his body betrayed him. He couldn't make his mouth speak those words. 

And today of all days, he was starting to regret those decisions. As soon as he forced himself out of bed, he was doubled over in coughing fits. He felt his chest tighten, and it was as though all of the oxygen was forced out of his lungs. Nothing he had experienced had ever felt like this before, the pain was excruciating. For some reason, he didn't experience the feeling of extreme panic like he had thought he would. Sure, the lack of oxygen in his brain was making him see spots, but he had almost been.. expecting this. He had been diagnosed almost a year ago, and it was shocking that he even made it this long without getting any kind of treatment or surgery. 

But for a split second, his mind flashed to Phoebe, and that thought hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. He was hurting her, he knew it, and he knew that he should have told her a long time ago. Now, it was too late. It was too late for him, and it was too late for him to attempt to make anything better for anyone. There wasn't just Phoebe, there was everyone else he cared about. He could see the faces flip through his mind, everyone he knew would be effected by this. And when he saw Lucie's face, it just added to the pain. Who would take care of her? He promised he'd be there for her, just like he promised Phoebe that they'd get out of here someday and start a life together. He was full of broken promises and lies, and realizing that he would hurt so many people was more painful than anything the cancer had ever inflicted upon him. 

As it turns out, he was creating quite a bit of noise, especially considering it was still so early in the morning. The walls in this place were thin, and he wasn't sure whether to be grateful for that, or whether to just be embarrassed. But soon enough, there was someone knocking on his door and calling out to him to ask if he was alright. He could barely get enough breath to stay conscious, let alone reply, though. The last thing he saw was a few doctors and nurses pushing open his door, and then the only thing that existed for him was black.