#infinitegoal

[revivalsummer]

“ so , hypothetically if i were to pretend to be the current summer maiden and fight cinder . . . how mad would you be ? “ / @infinitegoal​ .

[fractumregi]

angsty lyrics. | @infinitegoal​ for salem

          “your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear.”

          “is it, ozma?” her voice is so hollow, so empty. she stares at her shaking hands, forever clawed and forever twisted. “so often i swear i see her... sat where i should be...”

     blood stains the top of her vanity, but the wound is, of course, gone now. the mirror is shattered. salem’s screams had drawn ozma from tending to the toddler just waking up for the day to her side.

          “she was here, i swear--” she looks to the broken mirror, her reflection fractured in its pieces. “--putting on her makeup. a-and her hands moved when mine did. and she was so... so much more  b e a u t i f u l  than me--” her teeth grit and she snarls. “and i hate her for it!”

[crviis-a]

          @infinitegoal​ ; “ stay with me tonight. ”

          now that he thinks about it, qrow doesn’t exactly remember how he ended up in the knight’s room for the night. doesn’t remember crossing the threshold or much of what they talked about when the two met up with one another in the tavern across the way. where there should be facts, there’s just ozma. just his smile and his soft smiles, the way he speaks as if it’s so easy and the first thing that comes to mind. the way honeyed hues seem to make everything around them melt away when qrow meets them with his far paler gaze, the way everything else disappears into nothing but background noise when hand finds his own. 

           it’s only when he turns to leave, having convinced himself that perhaps he’s unwelcome here - that he’s outstayed his welcome - that ozma’s voice finds him again and storyteller freezes in place for a long moment. heart pounds in his ears and it takes his mind a second to fully realise what he’s being asked to do. that ozma is asking him... to stay. 

          never before has qrow been asked to stay somewhere. always that people would welcome his return, that they would love to see him back. never has he been asked to stay somewhere, asked not to leave. he’s... not sure how to react. he thinks he feels relief, something close to that, at least. a swell in his chest and up his throat as hand drops from the door handle and he’s turning to face the knight again with wide eyes and lips parted as if to reply. only, he can’t find the words. for once - qrow branwen, travelling storyteller with a gift for magic - doesn’t know what to say. doesn’t have an anecdote to fall back on or a legendary tale to spout off without even thinking about it. no, he simply stares at ozma from across the room before tentatively nodding his head. 

          “i--yea--ok... ok,” voice is small as he crosses the room again, steps chosen carefully as qrow sits down besides the knight again, hand finding ozma’s own with a featherlight grip. “don’ go tellin’ anyone.. but i was kinda hopin’ you’d ask me ta stay...”

[crviis-a]

          there’s a glint in pink hues as traveller finds himself stood before the knight, the one he’s spotted in the backgrounds of the crowds his stories and magic displays tend to attract. the same knight who always seemed just that much more interested than the rest of his listeners. always seemed to watch magic with more focus in his gaze... truthfully, qrow thinks he’s more curious than anything else. curious to know if the man is following him, or if perhaps the two of them have simply gotten entwined together in their respective paths for these few weeks. that would be a shame, he thinks. 

          “so, y’ come here often? reckon i’ve seen y’ listenin’ ta my displays more often than not -- y’ a fan?” / @infinitegoal​ hehe

[fractumregi]

kiss meme.  |  @infinitegoal​

reverse + 🤰 – a kiss on a pregnant belly

          “fatherhood suits you well.” salem muses, laughing to herself as his lips meet the curve of her stomach. they’d talked for what felt like centuries about how quiet the castle felt, how silly it seemed for only two people to exist in such a big space. ever since she became pregnant, she’d had dreams of grandchildren, of celebrating holidays and birthdays with big feasts and loud music.

     but this? this is just as perfect.

     ozma laid out on the bed with her, his warm hands holding her and the child he gifted her with, laughing as they listen to heartbeats and wait for kicks. it won’t be long now. “...perhaps we should have more.” she suggests. “after this one grows a bit.”

[revivalsummer]

“ i can hear you , but i won’t . “ / @infinitegoal​ .

[shttrdstars]

@infinitegoal

          “Is there anything else that you’d wish to learn about the way things are now, Ozma?” The dragon asked as she looked up at him with kind emerald eyes, her human disguise was shorter than the other. She knew that this, all of this, was quite jarring to the warrior mage. To be from one time where humanity had been so different and with the familiarity of the kingdoms gone, it would make one feel incredibly alone.

A tanned hand reached up to her hair, running her fingers through the soft locks as Sylva moved her gaze away from him to look to the sky. This world was very different from the one in her memory placed by the God of Light, but there were similarities between them. But the differences were what stood front and center in her eyes. The lack of kingdoms, the Faunus (their treatment made Sylva angry), no magic but there was Dust. Her knowledge on that was particularly interesting to her, especially considering it’s origins.

Chancing a quick glance to the quiet Ozma, she wondered if he was thinking of Salem once more. Sylva had only heard the name mentioned a couple times and in her mind the image of a beautiful blonde woman with tearful teal eyes in a long light blue dress would flash through her mind. An image left by the God of Light. It made her curious about the woman. Sylva knew that Salem was still alive, as did Ozma, though she didn’t really know the how or why.

It made her uneasy.

[shttrdstars]

❝ I was running…from the memories of losing those close to me…It was so hard…so painful. ❞ /infinitegoal (third incarnation)

nier: automata sentences  //  @infinitegoal  //  accepting.

          “I know, Ozma,” Sylva whispered softly as she ran her fingers through the tangled and matted hair of this incarnation since he was resting it in her lap. The Dragoness may not know it to the large extent that Ozma was feeling the loss, but she felt it. She had failed to protect the girls against Salem’s wrath when she had tried to get them out while Ozma bought them some time, but the Witch had stopped her.

Finding her charge and friend like this, deep in depression and attempting to forget with the help of alcohol hurt. It felt like Sylva had failed him. She sometimes kept thinking ‘if I had managed to save his daughters then perhaps…’ things would be different. But the future always held uncertainties, as the now redhead discovered, and she couldn’t dwell on ‘what ifs’.

          “You know that I’m here for you, Ozma… as your friend, not just as what the God of Light made me to be. I do care about you and it hurts to see you in so much pain,” She told him, looking away from him to focus golden eyes on the cloudless sky but her fingers kept moving through his slowly de-tangling hair. “We can stay here for a little while, it’s peaceful. The breeze is cool and the sky is clear, fresh air never hurt anyone. Right?”