#excalibiur

[eueclid]

it's officially past midnight in scotland so i can now say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!! btw that pic is us if u even care. i never expected to make as good of a friend as i've found in you on tumblr, let alone my best friend but MAN am i glad i've met you. it feels like i've known you my whole entire life and i still hold that it isn't fair that we had to meet as adults instead of five year olds in school because we're just so similar and not to get sappy on dash but FIVE YEAR OLD CHLOE AND BLYTHE DESERVED IT. better late than never tho because our meeting story is truly iconic. i hope today is amazing, that you get to play all the video games you want and eat all the pizza you want, that the doggies are good to you today, and that you enjoy your slime. I LOVE YOU BEST FRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ @excalibiur

[satellitewar-archived]

from @excalibiur: " i'm beginning to actually take it personally. " ~ from anakin to rex 😏

"when i went to retrieve you, general, you were..." the clone captain clears his throat and hastens to solidify his awkward facial expression with one of more nuance, more outward professionalism. he's usually quite good at that, but this is a special case. "... you were occupied, sir." the clone's eyes dart left to right, not sure if his word choice is appropriate for the situation. "i did knock," rex continues, hesitant as he tightens his tone. "twice. but you were... on a call." with senator amidala. he leaves that part out. "if you would like me to recount the briefing with you, sir, i can do that. the matter is mostly resolved, but there were problems breaking the separatist blockade. i believe general kenobi wanted to discuss options with you, as you may have some better ideas. his forces cannot hold the separatists for long." the faster rex escapes the more sensitive part of this discussion, the better. though the two have a somewhat silent understanding between them, rex still hates lingering anywhere near that space... for anakin's sake, of course. better to be oblivious than hyperaware and ask too many questions. "is everything all right, sir?" that's the extent of his asking — and it's surface-level, too, just the way both of them like it. it covers the bases. "would you like me to... contact general kenobi for you?"

[praesparo]

〆 —  @excalibiur  ,    ❝ since i've met you, i've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait.  ❞

                   « daphne blake. ex-mystery gang member turned tv host & investigative journalist. she spent her youth unmasking the myths on various killers & attempts at supernatural horror, now she was paving her own way in this so-called industry, breaking boundaries as she sets the spotlight on her mysteries. she was perfect for the story, for the narrative, to help balance out the darker & older characters. »

                    guilt wrinkles alan's face a little as she exclaims & lists all of the nearby deaths she's faced, leaving him to stand there in silence for one moment. it came with the job, they both knew it did. alan had started to accept his own risks each time he had to project himself out into the dark place. now, he was faced with the same risks as her in the real world.

                    ❝ look, i'm sorry, alright? i never meant for anyone to get hurt. but we're almost there, we can finally end this.  ❞ he reassures her, though he was most likely reassuring himself. he lowered the flashlight in his hand while his other hand flexed its fingers around the grip of his revolver. ❝ you've gotten the true bright falls experience, at least. remind me to tell you about my first time here.  ❞

                    « i wrote her into the book, into return, to try & throw off scratch. she was unpredictable, stubborn & heroic. exactly what this plot needed, a hero who's compass hadn't been broken yet. mine was clouded, infected, tainted by the dark presence sinking its claws into me time & time again. she got me out. she freed me from the dark place, now she was paying the price. the same burden that every hero must burden. i had to hope that we could end this together, alan wake & daphne blake, change the ending before it's too late. she was my last hope, my only hope, & we were running out of time. »

[sarastuss]

WHERE YOU WALK, : FATE SHALL SURELY FOLLOW. that is how it has always been, though this never - ending journey is of her own making ... she wonders just how much of this path has been carved for her. she was protected for a reason, to be woken up again when the time came, when it was destined.

@excalibiur + sephiroth : " there is no destiny . no born heroes. "

SO THESE WORDS CARVE, : REACHING SOMETHING SO DEEP. he speaks the words with such conviction, firm belief in each word. ... teeth grit together, tongue bitten lightly. ( it makes one think, does it not, hero? ) SHE WHO WAS A HERO BEFORE THERE WAS A NEED FOR THEM, there is knowledge now that those actions taken sparked certainty in her mentor, when the time came. when she became something more, &. made her successor her champion. ... fingers wrap around her sword tighter, leather squeaks ever so gently. ❝ perhaps not, ❞ divine voice dipped into a firm tune, even when a foe so great faced ; SHE DID NOT BACK AWAY. ( when would she? death would claim her before such event. ) ... ❝ but it does not change my course. ❞ on the contrary, it only fuels the flames. yes, that makes for a heavy heart, when loss is discovered upon such path, she knows. to know each decision made is her own, is something that is both encouraging, where it is weighed down by responsibility. ❝ and it only speaks of the bravery of those, who step into the role. no matter how much it demands from them. ❞ a subtle hint ; even should she fall one day, there were those who stood in defiance of calamity.

[solesoldier]

TALI: i can patch this up myself.

she's leaned against the opposite bed in the medbay, arms crossed in her usual fashion as @excalibiur lays out her supplies. shepard can't help but feel particularly useless standing there, doing little more than watching, but she knows interference risks further aggravating potential infection. ❝ i know. still, that was a rough hit you took. ❞ there's a sense of invasiveness hounding her as she watches, like she look away, or shouldn't be here in the first place. ❝ can i . . . at least offer moral support? ❞ she asks, searching for some sort of solution without leaving the quarian by herself.

[foulrests-a]

the sand beneath her fingers was an old enemy,    never ceasing the irritating sensation.         it got everywhere and made it hard for her to sleep during storms like these — the old troop compartment kept her safe from the harshness but it was nearly not enough that night,   and unfortunately,   no rest would come no matter how long she stared at the drawings on the walls.         rey sighed annoyed but resigned,   at least thanking for not being out there in the wild,   feeling then the already known sensation of something approaching.         an idea of what – or who, she could never tell which was more appropriate – came to mind but,   alas,   hand grasped staff tightly while holding it against the chest.

a starter for @excalibiur's anakin skywalker, from rey.

the blue color blinded her a bit until it became soft as the glow of the stars that now remained hidden beneath the tempest.         the girl sat up,   looking at the desert spirit with familiarity and a small,   barely contained smile.         ❝   it’s you.         it had been a while.   ❞         he never came when she wanted him to.         rey supposed she couldn’t order a spirit as she wished,   being just a person.         and desert ones were known to be untamed,   or so the stories said.         a finger rose in the air,   the sounds from the sandstorm hitting iron now completely ignored.         ❝   i was starting to feel lonely here.         maybe i should have gone with my other friends.   ❞         and then,   the sole finger pointed to the dolls she’d made,   laughing at them without shame.

[wineassassin]

from @excalibiur: " i've been really busy being dead. you know, after you murdered me. " ~ athan, HE'S JOKING I PROMISE !!!

"i did no such thing. i've never murdered anyone in my life, in fact. this is unfair, athan. i'm being wrongly accused." the sarcasm drips from his mouth as a smile bursts over his face, eye-roll and scoff paired with a pat on athan's shoulder. "you don't actually die, though, so this doesn't even work as a joke. busy being dead... more like too busy snogging alice to even give us a call to hang out. you don't have to lie. i know where your priorities are, and that's okay. the first stage is acceptance." he hopes alice didn't hear the snogging joke from across the room, or else he'll surely get a couch pillow to the face in retaliation. as far as he can tell, the joke went unheard — she's too busy laughing with mason to acknowledge him. "what have you been up to since we saw you last? traveling, maybe? i think i remember something about taking her on a trip... going someplace special. or i misheard. or misremembered. you know how it is when you get older, of course." a vague gesture athan's way implies he knows it's quite the joke — immortal athan, completely devoid of "aging" the normal way. "hopefully now that you're back, you'll meet up with us more? come over? there's an incredible wine bar that just opened a few blocks from us, and we'd love it if you two joined us sometime."

[praesparo]

〆 —  @excalibiur , ❝ if only i could have been there with you. ❞

                    light treads become a gradual halt as his brother's words linger by his ears. the phoenix turns his body to face him, red shawl & golden curls shifting as the wind moves around him. the air was light yet fast near the valleys of rosaria, the location of their current hunt. joshua had requested to accompany his brother, to test his own strength & protect his shield in return. truthfully, joshua just wanted to spend time with him.

                    lips adjust to his familiar smile, as if he was waiting for clive to eventually confess his thoughts over joshua's solo pilgrimage years ago. ❝ you were, clive. you were.  ❞ he reassures with his diplomatic softness, with the grace that heir to rosaria should speak with. he steps forward, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. they felt so heavy, so tired. ❝ you were in my heart & in my mind, granting me strength every step of the way. but there were some tasks that only i could perform. now we can finish this together. so come, let's find our beast, shall we?  ❞