#guardianofyesod

[thebloomingrosefamily]

@guardianofyesod​: x

{📓}; She stirs a bit, but refused to wake up, her body sore from overworking the multiple jobs she’s done and going to school.

She must have been crazy too, considering the unfamiliar voice she heard in her head and smelled the coffee...wait...coffee?

Slowly waking up and getting herself into a sitting position, not without wincing a bit, she turns and noticed the male in her sleepy and dazed state.

It took some time to process, but after realizing there was a stranger, she starts grow shock that turns into panic.

“Who...?” She began to ask before it turns into a glare. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing here!?” She snarled angrily.

[angclesswxngs]

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“Oh...” Her gaze lingered on the angel in front of her. The God wasn’t sure what to make of this development. It had been a long time she had run into an angel. Despite being from Heaven she usually kept to the human world so running into someone was well, not common. “It’s nice to see you.” Her memory was foggy, maybe it was due to her powers weakening here. Maybe it was simply due to her age.

[go-forth-and-live]

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He gazed out the window in their room, though there wasn’t much to see, between the pouring rain and the fog against the glass. Even in clear weather, there wasn’t much out there that they hadn’t already seen on the walk up; just an endless stretch of forests and farmland. Yet he instinctively still found himself scanning the horizon, as if he would still see it out there--the towering spires of the castle, the only home he’d ever known, just off in the distance. Comforting in their familiarity.

When Hazel was a boy, the central tower of the castle keep had seemed to him like the highest point on the earth. Standing up there on a clear day, you could see far past the walls of the imperial city, past the hills and valleys, even the faintest glimmer of the eastern coastline. He’d imagined you’d have been able to see it from anywhere in the world.  

He hadn’t seen been able to see it in days. 

Hazel shut the curtain.

Gabriel was still with him. Somehow, for--some reason. Hazel had wondered, once the adrenaline of escaping the city had passed, if the scribe would betray him. Whoever had called for the attack on his life, Hazel’s continued existence posed a threat, albeit a less substantial one now, to any designs they had on the crown. There would be a price on his head. There would be more assassins. Was this--was he really worth sticking his neck out this far for?

With the man in this state, struggling so much just to stay awake, Hazel felt a pang of guilt for having ever thought that.

“I can keep watch. If there’s any sign of trouble, I can wake you.” 

“You can’t protect me if you’re all worn down with fever, and I--can’t take back my throne without somebody to watch my back. So rest. I'll make it an order if I have to.”

[ishkali]

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"I wouldn’t go in there. The air conditioning’s broken; It’s turned the cafe into a fucking sauna.” Lexi leaned back in his chair to get a better look at the stranger, a can of soda held against his chest. “I think they’re letting people order at the door, though.”

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“It would heal faster if you wrapped it properly.” The younger man replied with a chuckle, seizing the bandages and wrapping them himself. His own medical knowledge was less than stellar. It came mostly from the treatments he went through himself as a child, and what he had managed to pick up from Raphael inbetween tuning out the medical ramblings. 

When he finished, he brought the appendage to his lips and pressed a kiss against newly bandaged knuckles. “See? All better.” 

[fixebixd]

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“G-Gabriel, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Phoenix began, approaching the archangel a bit warily. Not that he was afraid of Gabe, it was just still hard for him to talk casually with, well, an angel. “What’s Heaven like?”

The scriptures on Ente Isla hadn’t been entirely accurate in depicting Gabriel, who was far more easy going than what he had been led to believe. So the mage had found himself wondering just how accurate the texts had been on Heaven.

[trickster-angel-of-healing]

“Well, this is certainly proving to be an entertaining evening. Is the embarrassing yourself on purpose, Gab?”

[go-forth-and-live]

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Gabriel, once again, couldn’t sleep, which was why he was keeping watch. Of course, it was not really keeping watch since Hazel was awake, but he still refused to sleep and told himself that’s what it was. Broken dreams kept him restless, and things still felt too hauntingly familiar. Maybe it was being a stow away on a ship, once again, to evade assassins and even the law, on the Western Royal Channel that caused him to be so anxious.  

Not that he slept much when this all started.

He stared out at one of the small window of the ship, imagining being able to see Ente Isla in the distance, his place of origin. His home he was forced to leave. Thinking about his time as an Imperial Guard. Talking and laughing with his fellow guards, his friends, his…

Would things have been different if he had stayed? If he had fought?

All the lives that cared for him. His mother. All the friends and he didn’t give enough, did he? He couldn’t even write a letter, but what could he have said? He couldn’t say goodbye to the people that cared for him, assuming any of them did.

His mother cared for him. He should have told her he loved her, like the good son she always thought he was.

“…Are you really sure you want to do this, My Lord?” Was he really serious about trying to take back the crown? Was he…was he really going to be crazy enough to try and overthrow…?

“I ain’t fixin’ to see my crown and my throne stay in the hands of thieves and cowards, Sir Gabriel. I mean to take back what’s mine.” 

The response was immediate, with no trace of hesitation. Hazel had made up his mind, the night they fled the capital city--from the first moment he’d turned back over his shoulder and seen the looming shadow of the castle in the distance. He would come back, he’d decided. He would come back, and he would reclaim what had been taken from him. 

They stole his crown because they thought they could get away with it. Because they thought he was weak and defenseless, a well-educated but politically worthless nuisance. Too old to manipulate through a regent, and no foreign monarch worth his salt would betroth their daughter to him, given the clear tension within their borders. They’d decided it was just easier, to kill him. Hazel was content to let his usurpers think that, for now. 

(And after all--if he didn’t... do this, if he didn’t move forward... what else was he to do? What would his father have said? What would his father have wanted?

... That didn’t matter, Hazel decided. King Filbert was dead. This was Hazel’s matter to sort out.)

He adjusted his bag on the floor--the only pillow he would get here in the cargo hold. Laying down on his back, he folded his arms behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. 

“So, this was your home country? Tell me about it. What’s it like?”