#fragmentedlegends

[fiiirsthero]

@fragmentedlegends replied to your post “@goddessofliiight replied to your post “"Hylia and...”:

Demise doesn't want the house or the bank accounts. He just wants to kill that Annoying Fucking Twink. "Hylia Honey Sweetheart Baby Darling—PLEASE for the love of ME let me end him."

​"Nuh-uh. I'm classified as a pet and I'm pretty sure she paid my adoption fee, so I think that means I'm hers."

[sanguinesorcery]

The mourner was back.

Fariah could not see the faerie. Faeries were incapable of entering the Imperial Palace Complex, owing to the concentric circles of iron placed in the foundations of the buildings all around it. But she could hear it, so it had to be sitting just out of sight beyond the walls.

She hated to say it, but the faer creature was a comfort in the past several years. Despite only crying when someone was about to die, the wilted ruin of thirteen islands beyond the windows told her that death would be a mercy to all it descended on. Turyl was not adept enough to make the dead suffer as well.

A crackle echoed around the audience hall and caused her to startle a little at it. It was an unusual sound here, though in her mind and memory, she heard the hidden door beneath the statue of Katya at the back of the hall open. She half-expected to see the shadow darkening the dais as she turned to face it, pulling instinctively into herself to lessen the coming blow for being so near the windows again.

The corpse-eater was shifting. Sensory memories of the sight and sound of him had panicked her into ignoring the unfamiliar tug of being bonded to the sibilant plant, living rapidly by her hand in the final dangerous gambit of her own coup. The one that would set things right, as it was supposed to be. She had taken the throne back, she thought.

But the curse hadn't lifted yet. Everything was still in ruin, seedlings from other territories in the expanded Empire died immediately on being planted in the soil of The Three and Ten. The Oracles had said the throne was still his a week ago when they came to install the enchanted glass around the voracious vine and its unwilling captive. She had bound him to her father's throne, the ancestral throne that had sat on the dais beneath the wrathful gaze of Katya's imagery for nearly twenty generations. That had to be it, something so simple as a piece of furniture. Oracle curses could be literal, and she would not have put it passed her mother to make it so...

The vine twisted as it felt ripples of distress wafting off of her, the flowers opened to stare. Corpse-eaters were not normally so active, called such in part to their benign composting nature and in part to the little skull-shaped centers in their vivid red blooms. A slow-growing and moving plant, they did not act like this. Was it because she had forced it to life with blood? Or was it tampered with beforehand? It was given from her mother's sister who had also been born cloud-eyed, so perhaps it was given a little extra something for her own revenge.

For a moment, she focused on the way the vines shifted and moved, kept from poking the glass by a circle she herself had written to give it a buffer between barriers. Down to the grotesque way Turyl's corpse was beginning to digest in the thing's sinister grasp. The way the shifting tendrils caused his head to cant curiously to the side with a sickening squelch of decomposing muscles and although the eyes were among the first soft organs to feed the corpse-eater, the empty sockets seemed scornful.

She backed further down the rug running the center of the main chamber, diverting her gaze from him and turning toward the doors to the main corridor. The leaves on the vine rattled, she could hear him shift, move. His breath on the back of her neck, the way his fingers like claws gripped her shoulders where he had left bruises in the past before she could start running. You thought you were rid of me? I'm almost hurt.

The mourner was still weeping.

She did not remember if she cried out, only that Ildra was there. Stout sturdy Ildra, having come through the doors to banish the ghost and hold her Imperial close.

">>Oh hush, you confounded beast<<!"

Fariah could not recall any time the stately attendant had been so loud and harsh and although it made her jump a little, the faerie outside the walls making a discontented noise at being told to be quiet, it wound down into silence. Ildra turned her attention back to her charge, still clung to her clothing as though she were a terrified child. A wipe of her fingertips over her cheekbones, a light purse of her lips at the sight of the healing bruise just beneath the left eye.

">>...You really should not be flailing about, Your Imperial Grace.<<" she scolded, clearly trying to divert attention away from what had upset the younger woman. ">>You will open the sacrificial wound and bleed out doing that, and we really cannot afford to lose our Imperial now.<<"

">>...I'm not feeling very 'Imperial', right now...<<" Fariah muttered, her ears pinning closer to her head, though her hand went to the bandaging around her neck. It didn't feel sticky or loose, at least, so that was a point off her mind.

">>...I'm not going to hide it from you, you probably will not feel right for some time. But know Eyrol and I are still here for you, regardless. A small cabinet we may be, but we are a cabinet to ease you in such challenging transitions nonetheless.<<" Ildra pulled her to stand carefully, paying mind to how she reacted to being tugged and shuffled as she straightened the dress she wore. ">>...Now. I need you to act like nothing is wrong. We have a guest from the mainland, of all places.<<"

It took a second to process the news. ">>What do you mean 'a guest'.<<"

">>Exactly as it sounds.<<" Ildra continued, pulling her carefully toward the dais. ">>The mainland ferries are running once more. We have not had foreign visitors since your father's reign...<<"

">>But ... Ildra, we are not ready to receive guests!<<" Fariah protested, trying to ignore the way her body froze as she pushed herself where Ildra wanted her to stand, pulling the Aeroglaive from its hidden pocket on her skirt to grip it as though it would help relieve her growing stress. It was a small comfort that Ildra herself stood between her and the glass prison.

">>Which is why you need to be prepared now. Chin up, look proud. Despite everything, you need to be a monolith. Imperial Sidhe does not bow, or bend, or break. And be wary.<<" The older Sidhe woman added on with sufficient pause to draw attention to the incoming warning, ">>The capital is in disarray. There are vultures circling.<<"

@fragmentedlegends for Astor || Plotted Starter

[ikarosxflight]

"Ya know-icus, the prettiest women have their name ending in A-icus."

Palutena, Urbosa, Zelda, Mipha, Hylia, Megara, Aqua- He can go on; let him simp here for a moment and adore these lovely ladies and their uniqueness.

[gloryseized]

@fragmentedlegends || [ cont. ]

Link's hands pull back slightly from where he tapped at the noble's robs, cowed briefly by the haughty stare and overall appearance. He's not fully sure what made him reach out, considering he very rarely approached anyone at court besides the other knight trainees and his knight-trainers, but perhaps curiosity got the better of him.

He fingerspelled the man's name. Right palm leveled out at his eyeline, left pointer and middle fingers splitting into a 'V' to pass underneath the hand. Then both hands shape out either side of his own torso. << Astor. The Prophet. >> he clarifies.

[gulosite]

❝ goddesses , can those two gays just kiss already . watchin' 'em bitching at each other like its foreplay is ann⸻❞

" In front of Lord GANON?! "

.... don't mind ray he's just watching now . maybe it is foreplay for them .

[flameleadsarc]

@regnantlight / @fragmentedlegends replied to this post: Zelda, already on her horse and looking at him a bit confused and hurt: You aren’t coming..? Rhoam: Ho ho! Of course he is! Come along now, Fuhrer Mustang.

"No no, I'm going to stay here. I... I did not sleep well last night, Your Highness. I should get some rest." Already, he took a couple of steps back. "Please carry on without me."

[hyruleanlegends]

@fragmentedlegends

How many years had it been? Ten, twenty-- thousand?

It must have been. This Hyrule, this place, was not the same as the one that Sheik had been forced asleep in. Everything was different, and the slow realization that he was now in a world completely foreign to himself was an uneasy yet steady lick of anxiety slowly worming its way through his core.

How was he supposed to perform his duty if he was just as blind and hopeless as the Hero he was meant to guide?

It was a concern, a worry, that Sheik could deal with later. He might have been in an alien land, but at least he still had his memories - something that he could not say about his companion. And, as if to drive this point home, red eyes shifted over to look at the other man.

"Do you truly not remember anything prior to your sleep?"

[gulosite]

❝ robbing the crypt ? you all look like babies to me . ❞ says the oldest crypt & serial cradle robber but hey its not his fault with the only thing that matches him in age is concepts .