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[ is too salty to chill ]

#same #relatable #someonedisbandfairytail

#i. the ice broke under my feet. crack.#lxhar #i. ask and you shall receive. ask.

❄┆❝ council member ❞ { @lxhar }

ur was completely relaxed. she was completely filling out the silent room inside her head, where everything was serene and peaceful. the room she should, according to her grandmother, only leave when she was pushed into a fight situation because then, according to the old lady, serenity might be an obstacle. this, of course, was a lie. ur was the very definition of displeased.

“you know --- i did disown that brat AGES ago.”

#lxhar #ii. flowers made of ice still bloom. main verse.#she is beyond done #i. no need to rush — oh. interaction.

Fight me

#lxhar #asks;;

jellal: *does anything*

metexr: / builds the tower of heaven

Friguxcor: " JEllal NO "

lxhar: "Dont you fucking dare."

nivaliiis: "JELLAL, YOU ARE GROUNDED"

metexr: "--damn"

#I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD #chats;;#friguxcor #lxhar #nivaliiis

( a letter arrives to his door, a plain white envelope with no return address on the back and on the front Mest written in careful, elegant letters. Inside sits a letter, short, though the neat handwriting is disturbed by slightly shaken letter as if the writer had been nervous. it reads: )

Mest, forgive me for my abrupt exit last week. I had needed some spa

e and sometime to think. I regret the way I left things and I regret I didn’t stay longer. If you’re still here, I was hoping you could come over? There are some memory holes I’m hoping you can help me fill but honestly, I just want to talk to you again. Clear everything up.

You mean too

If you’re still in town tomorrow after lunch and you wish to come, I’m enclosing my address. If not– I’ll understand. And I wish you the very best in life. Happiness mostly.

Love

, Lahar

the letter was a mess. lahar was a composed man, one bound by order and discipline for the entirety of the time mest had known him. rarely did he allow himself to slip, and the shaky letters caused the former councillor to feel worry bubbling up within him once more. his brows furrowed, fingertips pressing against the paper in his hands and threatening to crumble it in his hands.

it was placed on the table in the living room, after he had spent the night thinking over the invitation, and an all too weary mind set on remembering not to say the wrong things at the wrong time. he had almost ruined things once already, what little left them connected seemed more than worth protecting.

the way to the address attached to the letter was spent in silence, thought occupying up to the moment he stood before the very door that suddenly caused his chest to tighten. there was little else to it than the thought of who waited behind it, be it startled and confused or happy to see him. he hardly cared; he simply wanted to be in his presence once more, even if it seemed to be potentially harmful.

a deep breath was taken before his knuckles connected with the wood, a soft knocking echoing equally audible within and outside.

❝ lahar? it’s me. ❝

#PURPOSELY AVOIDS WRITING MROE ABOUT HIS REACTION TO THE LETTER #IN AN EFFORT TO KEEP IT SHORTISH #lxhar #submission

lxhar

Little worried the Councillor, but the amount of work he took on, voluntarily or not, seemed to be striving to grow limitless. Extra shifts were piling up, accepted to somehow keep his mind occupied. The worried thoughts about the happenstances in Fiore and that blasted guild left him little peace these day.

The fingers in his hair had him giving a low hum of content, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards into a grin of joy. Lahar had a way of making him feel at ease without much effort, and that was just why he adored him so much.

“Hey.”

A light kiss was placed on his partner’s neck, nose soon nuzzling the skin there.

“I needed a break, that’s all.”

#moRE DORKS IN LOVE #lxhar

salus

{ electio (noun, fem.); election of salvation }

{ salus (noun, fem.); safety, health, well-being, salvation }

It still rung in his ears. Would that noise ever stop? What a rush it had been. From silence, peace, apathy, boredom, everything dropped so very quickly.

It had collapsed. Right beneath him. Right around him. And left him alive.

----almost as the only one.

When he'd held Lahar, his fingers greedily digging into the fabric of his jacket, clinging to that last spark of hope one felt when denial overcame acceptance of reality, there was neither apathy nor stubbornness present. None of the usual feelings made even the briefest appearance. Only despair, lack of knowledge what to do or how to help. It all went away so quickly-- quicker than he could cope with.

They had insisted that all survivors were to be reported and put into beds, watched and nursed.

Doranbolt stated there had been none.

He'd known that he wouldn't be fine, quickly accepted that his weakness would make him give in and done so before he'd even had the chance to try and resist.

It still r u n g in his ears.

So very loudly.

A high-pitched noise. Run, Doranbolt.

He had to sleep. A day or two had passed, and he'd managed to sneak Lahar past the officials to nurse him at his own home. His bedroom was occupied by his colleague alone, white sheets fitting the bandages around the rune mage's upper body and arms. He was alive. He'd make it.

But he almost hadn't.

Doranbolt was more affected by the event than might occur at first glance. His mind seemed to refuse to work in its prior patterns, so casually and set on entirely different things than it was after the incident. There was a soft ringing haunting him time and time again, words echoing through his mind when he closed his eyes, a pain in specific spots popping up again at the most unseeming times throughout the day. Perhaps, the councillor thought, he deserved as much. All that was happening seemed to pile up on his shoulders, made breathing harder whenever he attempted to get rest. Only when he felt his body refuse to work any longer did his eyes fall shut-- and he'd awake thanks to visions that irritated and startled him. That scared him.

Lahar hadn't moved too much, and naturally he'd began to worry. Alas, there was hardly more he could do than sit at his bedside, holding his hand, head resting on the mattress as he waited, suffered quietly, hoped for him to wake up, to give him that hold on things that seemed so suddenly stripped from him.

#;shattered soul #;salus #lxhar #there i present the thing and tis starting off fairly short alright