#generalzelgius

[drownedhymns]

DARK TOXIC SHIPS | CURRENTLY ACCEPTING

Painted lips quirk upwards in what can only be described as a smile both demure and provoking all in one. Her eyes are careful as they move from the delicate teacup in her hands as it slowly drags the length of the giant of a ma sitting across from her now. For as much as she can see of him, it is clear she is taking his measure in a calculated and methodical way.

This wasn't her first meeting with the Black Knight, she had come to realize that their working relationship was one of mutual interest and need in achieving both of their goals, no matter how different. The other courtesans were afraid of him, of his reputation, but such things never put off Scarlet. She was, however, the most dangerous of all the women here. Something the two of them had in common, she thinks. "Oh General..."

Her words sound almost like a coo as she rests her cheek in an upturned palm. The cup now sitting in front of her forgotten as her head tilts, the gentle chime of the beautiful metal adornments that decorate her hair settling between them. "I am very aware of how much I need you....and it's sure now that you have knowledge in it too." She offers, her free finger carefully ringing the edge of her cup as she smiles down to it. Like she is embarrassed, playful. "How could I not rely on someone as strong and handsome as you...? What woman would pass up such a chance...?"

The words she uses are clear but the intention behind them is not. It's fun to tease him, it's almost like a game to her now. The assassin in her only barely tapered down in the midst of her occupational flirting. "But your need for me is almost as great, for which I am flattered at such attention." She sounded almost bored now, cutting midnight eyes upwards so that she could gaze into his countenance like a cat who has trapped the mouse wreaking havoc within it's house.

"Without my information, what would you have done? Perhaps it's better to remember that our feelings are mutual, yes? There are a thousand secrets at my fingertips after all."

“You depend on me more than you think.” @generalzelgius

[bloodxhound]

plotted starter. / @generalzelgius

     𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, long tendrils of fire reach upwards into the darkness that has swallowed Wolfhaim. The fire crackles softly, accompanied by the rhythmic shink of stone upon steel. Though the hour is late, the hunter has yet to follow sleep’s lure. Instead, he’s preparing his tools for the day ahead. The moon, a pale bruise stamped into the black, star-dotted sky, offers its ghostly embrace to all it gazes down upon, from pines to the camp that sits in their midst. An unforgiving, monster-ridden woodland has surrendered this patch of territory, a pinprick of temporary domesticity. 

     Tranquility spans across the borders of the campsite, warm orange hues keeping both the pallor and dark at bay. Yet the hunter knows this peace is fragile, as brittle as the branch that's snapping under an intruder's foot. Ray yanks his head upwards, attention at once lunging towards the sound. This is the hour of the lost and shelterless — and predators alike. He remains seated, though his hand tenses around the hilt of his freshly sharpened dagger, legs angling in a way that will allow a quick leap to his feet.   ❛❛ Who’s there! ❜❜   His voice spills into the night, fierce as a wyvern’s roar.   ❛❛ Show yourself. ❜❜

[dragonspearlarchived]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 | STATUS: ACCEPTING

────── The sound of voice cuts through the panic that had been expanding it's hold on her mind. Silver hues hazed through a sea of blood that threatened to choke her into nothingness, a shiver running up her spine at the inevitability of being forced back into the familiar shining halls of her most sacred shrine. At least, that is what could have happened if it wasn't for the fact that she had Zelgius at her side now.

An ambush of acolytes turns into a would be plan. She could still feel the malicious intent as they tried to attack as if it would never leave her skin, no matter how many times she washed it away. She hated the way that their eyes gleamed at her like she was a prize. To bring back the wayward Goddess would have been establishing themselves as the hero of the cult that claims her as it's icon. It was clear what the intent was but she'd not noticed it until it was too late, unlike the general.

Now here she is, barely remembering him protecting her until she could hear no more of the sounds of shouting. Until she could no more feel the dark intent of those who'd come to claim her.

She's still shivering when she remembers where she is and silver starlight immediately alights upon her savior. "Zelgius, I-" How does she thank someone who had really risked his life for her? Someone whose only barely shown him who she is? Then, as sudden as she thinks that she should thank her savior reverently, she thinks of injuries and it is enough to spur her into action.

She immediately moves to her feet and comes to him, quicker than one might think she is capable, and she immediately reaches out to place her hands on his arms. "Did they hurt you...?" She asks, scrutinizing him as much as she can. His immediate physique looks....okay...but there is still so much of him and much of it is not within her reach. At least, not unless he leans down for her. "Lean down, let me look at you." She demands, her voice trembling with worry. She certainly couldn't repay him for saving her with injuries from her enemies. Not with this fragile, worried heart.

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞ @generalzelgius

[woodcries-a]

@generalzelgius sent: ❛  tell me when you are in danger ... tell me when you are hurt. don't worry about bothering me.  ❜ [ for one of your fire emblem muses perhaps??? robin maybe??? ]

　　𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. it was a great comfort to robin that so many had grown to care for her wellbeing, even knowing where she came from and the potential danger she possessed. but hearing it stated aloud and so directly made the tactician's face heat up.

　　' ...thank you. i must admit, it will be very hard to give up my old habits. ' it was in her nature to shrug those sorts of things off or to keep to herself, knowing there was always something more pressing to be concerned about.

[saengjonja]

@generalzelgius

A long and uncertain journey lay before them, but their cause was plainly noble. Zelgius’ presence had quickened his plan to pursue Seo-yeon, all in hopes of finding valid clues about what had truly befell her. Considering what they were going to contend with, they would need all of the aid they could muster. Not that Jae-hyo would refuse the other’s company, in his opinion, the decision wasn’t up to him- The sellsword was going whether Zelgius chose to accompany him, or not.

The seasoned warrior had already gone above and beyond merely aiding him for an unspecified amount of time, though he was certain that the other male would earnestly state there was ‘no need to thank him’ with kind gestures and other acts of appreciation. 

Luckily, there were clear skies and less powerful winds gusting along the landmarks of the plains, which made traveling far less of a daunting endeavor. They were leaving much of the landscape behind them in a smaller amount of time. As the grasslands began to recede, more hilly terrain and hiking became involved. When they could, they paid to hitch a ride on a merchant caravan, which removed the burden of walking solely by foot and conserved their strength, but they still had to make camp and feed themselves. Building up a sweat took little by the way of labor, searching for kindling and setting traps for game.

They’d caught and skinned a few rabbits, making a pleasant tasting (if lean) stew from the reserves of their supplies. Yoon had to sneak in a few sprinkles of crushed red pepper flakes into his own bowl to make it more to his taste, but all in all- it had been a good day of scouting and hunting.

“We should be nearing the forest soon,” he observed, gesturing his spoon at the massive canopy of dense woodlands in the distance. The rogue had been more subdued throughout their trek, his normally witty banter and gusto having waned considerably. Now little more than a dim glow of his former self, there had been more awkward silences than he could count on his hands. Zelgius usually ate, took watch over the fire, then traded shifts with Jae as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon- But he really thought he might lose it if they didn’t start talking a bit more.

“So… Knighthood and whatnot,” he reflected, drumming his thin fingers against the lean muscle of his right thigh.

“Y’know, noble hearted types usually can’t stand folk like me. I was surprised that you entertained my pleas at all, to be honest. Not that I’m complaining- I fear the journey would have been far more painful and difficult if it were me, alone.”

[unforestalledreturn-a]

Two Steps Behind

@generalzelgius liked for a starter! Snowfall in Midgar was always breathtakingly beautiful. Gentle, lazy flakes of delicate crystals descended in a white blanket that could only ever dust the surface of the upper plate before melting away. Fleeting. If Genesis upturned his gloved palm to catch one of these delicate things, they would melt away. They had always said he ran too hot. Borderline feverish even at rest, it felt that even if he breathed wrong, these fragile things would melt away with his dreams.  Everyone else had managed to grasp theirs. Sephiroth always had it; he rose the bar to higher and higher peaks. Angeal was the mountain, immovable, yet always somehow always where he needed to be, when he needed to be it. And then, there was Genesis, an Icarus to the sun. Once, he believed he could become it. He believed he could purge his impurities and suffocate his foes on the ashes of their comrades.  But there was another, one Genesis had never met. Yet his reputation proceeded him. An eclipse that would swallow him up.  Pushing away from the marble balcony, Genesis in his full military decor returned to the ballroom. The ShinRa Winter Ball was one of their most popular fundraisers. If Genesis was to crawl at all from the dark shadow cast from Sephiroth, and now another, he was going to have to fight for it. In a way, it was no different than the entirety of his life. Only... Only... There was only one common denominator to triangulate why Genesis had failed. And it left his heart sore and bitter.  Then, Genesis spotted his prey. General Zelgius, in the flesh. Swiftly, with the grace of a shark and finesse of a hawk, Genesis collected two glasses of champagne from a passing platter. Whatever throng had gathered around this new icon of interest was cut through with all the boldness and precision that an elite of his caliber had.  “Well, if it isn’t the famed General--” But Genesis would not finish. A particularly attractive young lady and wealthy sponsor cut into the space Genesis had created, too eager and too oblivious to understand why it was there or care who it was that was speaking. The indelicate act sloshed the champagne Genesis was holding up, splattering his military vest.  Genesis’ expression felt to an icy apathy, or as close to one as someone of his temperament could get. His eyes glittered vengefully at the young blonde giggling and chattering so quickly she was difficult to hear to her new idol. 

[osmosisdreams]

planned starter | @generalzelgius

So there were unfamiliar faces around now... Eren couldn't say he left his house enough to really see if it was a frequent thing, but he doubted many people would willingly visit Paradis. Even if things were less tense now by force, at the very least, Marleyans didn't really visit and the rest of the world that still existed probably wasn't keen on it either. Some exceptions were around here and there, but those were mainly he and Historia's old friends. They would stop by every now and then, unintentionally always reminding Eren of the distance between them and how much things had changed.

Being surrounded by walls usually meant strangers didn't show up. Usually, in the case of people like his father bending the idea that nobody should have. Eren's whole life though there had been walls. Strangers from outside hadn't been a thing for most of his life. Even when the titan shifters infiltrated, he hadn't known for so long that outsiders had gotten in - that there were outsiders. This man here though - Eren would have recognized him if he had ever seen him before, surely. He was probably not from within the former walls.

"You look lost; or at least, not sure where to go." Social etiquette was never his biggest selling point, but it had taken a hard nosedive years ago. Kindness and courtesy were better left to others now. Everyone on Paradis was still a bit tense with strangers, regarding them with careful calculation until they were deemed not a threat, but most people were probably more favorable with wording than Eren was. It wasn't intentional, he just... wasn't sure how to convey emotion he wasn't feeling. Perhaps he could have pulled it off before... but that Eren had been taken away and crushed a long time ago.

[nobilismare]

@generalzelgius​​ ; thread continued

        Why   ?   Why was this woman so insistent on getting him to open up about himself and speak   ?   It was a tad bit irritating, if Zelgius was being honest with himself, but another part of him did appreciate the sentiment. It was nice to be heard, to be understood, but that opened up a whole world of vulnerability, one he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge now or ever. Besides, the two of them have yet to become personable enough for divulging the inner workings of his heart. That would take some time if it were to happen in the future.

      ❛   Now, now, Rafiel will be getting jealous with how much interest you are taking in me as of late, Queen Nailah.  ❜   It was meant to be a joke, but a slight tone of annoyance did drip itself into his words. He was just a bit tired, is all, of the same speech by now. There was only so many times he wanted to repeat himself.

Nailah knew she had been pestering the man for quite some time now and it was clear he didn’t appreciate it. There were no words needed to figure that out but she had her own reasons for letting him know that she was there for him. A lot of changes were going to happen in the near future — ones that might not benefit him in the long run. It was better to get rid of that troublesome past sooner or later. 

“Don’t worry about my relationship with Rafiel. There is far too much trust between us for him to question my actions.“ She knew he wasn’t worried about him at all but the hint was clear. “There is a reason I mention it this time because I have been in a lot of discussions about the future of Hatari.“

It might have been a safety haven for Zelgius now but everything came to an end. It was only fair to give him a heads up so he could decide what to do. “I’m planning to migrate my people across the desert. With the end of the war, their lives will be much safer there. Of course it won’t happen overnight but I’m in talks with the King of Gallia to make it happen.”