#gouldrae

[joyfvlsorrow]

@gouldrae​ asked:  "Why? Why can't I heal them--" Her voice shaky, her hands trembling as she gently has her palms placed on him, afraid he might break if she just grips a little tighter. "The cracks in your skin-- I want to mend them but I cannot--" Nothing happens when she attempts her spells. It's as if her healing light doesn't even reach his being. "V, please-- tell me what I can do. This sight, it... it pains me."

𝒱 A part of him had been hoping. What foolish endeavor. It should have been clear to the man that mending something broken can never make it whole again. Not completely. And he himself was beyond mending. His time was slowly running out and no amount of hope and will could ever erase that. “Once meek, and in a perilous path, The just man kept his course along The vale of death.“ He needs no book to voice the quote, the fitting words just slipping out from memory, from the many times these printed syllables had been his only companion, in this life and in a previous one. “It’s not your fault...” Her effort, her intention do not go unnoticed, the woman's care making his heart swell, his mind dance. But it is far too late for him. It’s only getting harder to even speak, breathe, the cracks a visual cue for the state of his doomed soul. “My condition... Is... Irreversible. In truth, I am not even supposed to exist, a mere vessel for a weakness that was getting in the way. And my time is running out.”

[inscmnus]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 // 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙰  “ i want to be more like you.                 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝? @gouldrae 

                                  𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳   ,   a hand outstretched    ,   just so.    Yet it would never connect   ,    instead to fall limply by his side.   His mouth opened to speak    ,    yet closed once more.    Unable to form words   ,    unable to put what he wanted to say into words.   Already mussed up hair from constantly    𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐓     ,    would only get more mussed as he once more ran a hand through locks.    ❝ Luna , you’re perfect as you are. ❞    He didn’t know what to say   ,       𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄     .   A frown fell across his face    ,   shouldn’t he know the right words to say ?

                                  It raised more questions in his mind than he would have liked.    This simple      𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

                                  He could not even begin to fathom what it was she meant by those simple words.   They seemed to      𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇      yet tell him nothing at all.    A conundrum wrapped in something else    ,   something he simply couldn’t decipher.    Or maybe he was looking too much into it    ,   trying to find a meaning that simply wasn’t there.   Maybe it was exactly how it sounded    ,   or maybe it was a simple wistful thought.

[thronescourge-archive]

@gouldrae​​ 

Pleased hum on his lips, a sharp gaze follows the oracle’s every move through the miasma-layered halls of the keep at Niflheim’s now-still heart. Another empty throne behind him, another folly justly rewarded. The Emperor was no more. Fingers trace the back and arm-chair of it as he walks past it, yet ambers never leave her. “How unexpected. Did the anguished pleas of the tainted bring you here? Or did you tire of the whims of fate pulling your every string at last?“ Ever dramatic in how he colors his tone, ever fake too. Fleeting taunts, but the malice behind them was unfathomable and enduring for the ages.