#fionn writes

[lightruined-blog]

Prompt #4: Shifting blame.

Trigger warning: injuries.

“If only fate sought to bring what belongs to me, sooner,” Zenos whispers to the Warrior, cradling them in his arms.

They burn him with how fragile they are like this; bones were broken and skin painted in the green and blue of bruises.  The crown of life they still bear, head trembling from the weight of it. “You will not perish—not yet. We have not danced among the sundered heavens. Do you not understand? You cannot die.”

Not yet.

Only his hands can claim their life.

The Warrior’s breaths are in time with their stuttering heartbeat, eyes settled on the steel of the ceiling. Cool wind gathers in the hallways. It is always cold in Garlemald—cold as the beating organ that is Zenos’ heart, lodged betwixt rotting flesh.

“This is your fault,” the Warrior spits, hand leaving a mark on Zenos’ cheek, when armor makes contact with skin. “You could have let me in, with little fight from your—your Garleans. But no!”

Zenos snorts.

“I came for you, did I not?”

You and I are entwined, do you not see? You are my foe.

Zenos is quiet, his chests cease in its rise and fall. His approach slow, steps ending their song with each ringing. His longing is feral and ruinous. In itself, his desire is a beast that grows and grows, to be something larger than life.

And it is.

It is a damning thing.

[lightruined-blog]

Prompt #1: Voracious.

trigger warning for gore, general violence, and implied character death.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

His love has teeth and it is dark, without the light of tenderness.

The Warrior stands tall before him, iron embedded in their spine. They do not cower. Timidity does not lace their limbs and only might remain. The world is a heavy thing, that they carry. They are so, so alive. Zenos is a corpse of rotting flesh and bleached bones. His teeth are far too sharp. He might as well be dead, in the nothingness of his heart.

His nails are claws when they dig into the Warrior’s side.

He dances with the Warrior on shattered glass. They are a swirling storm of iron, scarlet and azure fabric. Crimson bleeds from both of their feet. The Warrior weeps and weeps. Their lips parted in gasps as their flesh is cut clean—they struggle to dance, dance and dance to his song of carnage. Zenos does not cry from the agony. The pain is a welcomed lover. He has not wept in such a long time (has he ever? As a child, sorrow did not consume. Only nothingness did).

All that is left is his hunger. His yearnings are all-consuming, fathomless as the sky—there is no end nor beginning. All that remains is his ardor. He is voracious, approaching carnage with only euphoria frolicking among his dead heart.

His teeth are sharp.

Zenos tugs the Warrior close, the steel of his katana singing. He feels their heart. It beats out of time, much like his.

“I feel sorry for you,” the Warrior hisses, betwixt clenched teeth. Scarlet bleeds from their parted, gasping lips. Their tears are not filled with the light of pity—but loathing. “What kind of life have you’ve known, to hunger and hunger for the throats of prey?”

Zenos smiles and smiles, lips stretched wide—exposing sharp teeth. Silence descends, moments crawl and crawl past. Time is a cruel mistress. They both bleed and bleed, and the crimson dripping is the sands of an hourglass. His abdomen bears a gaping hole. He does not know how he still stands, but he does. He refuses to fall.

So does the Warrior, when his blade sinks in-between their rib cage.

He silences their howling, teeth sinking into their throat. The taste of iron that fills his mouth, is not sweet.

He is the beast, he hunts.

He is the beast, he craves.

He will consume this Star.

He is everything and nothingness all at once.

[cesario-studies]

I need to do this essay. 

I do not like these novels.

I do not like this author.

But by god I’m going to do this essay.

[cesario-r]

Still can't be bothered to use the computer to type stuff up bc effort so hey back to handwritten stuff.

[kingbard]

crying

i want to work part 2 of a hobbit's business now, but then there's cemnahin, but then there's that one ragnar/ecbert thing, but then there's the sleepy hollow story, but then there's the banner saga rook/ivar fic...

i'm just going to sit here and not know what to do ever again

[kingbard]

In the Wild Woods

in the wild woods: explicit, word count 4920, beleg cúthalion/túrin turambar

Summary: "One only was mightier in arms among the march-wardens of Thingol at that time at Túrin, and that was Beleg Strongbow; and Beleg and Túrin were companions in every peril, and walked far and wide in the wild woods together."

for BESTASSINGUNDABAD

[kingbard]

Cemnahin

chapter ii: a shadow greater than the trees

Summary: "The solitude of the jagged peaks and the clattering rocks under Lithuinem's hooves sent his heart beating wild and needy of air, and the brumal wind that slashed his face in the evenings left his nose and ears red and sore, and he felt more mature but young and alive than ever before in the constant elation of awe at the impressive precipices of the looming vale."

[kingbard]

A Hobbit's Business

CHAPTER IX: Twice They Whispered

Summary: The cooking competition begins, and the culprit behind the missing key is finally found.