#myopathe

[drachenblood]

    “And what pray tell, was the purpose of your plan?”

[feuglace]

@myopathe​ sent:    “   all  my  friends  are  gone  .   ” / what if... dirthamen @ silvaire.... *chinhands*

  It was odd here, the place so foreign in the very air he breathed never mind the look of the landscape. There was warmth, something already grown foreign only five years into his home being made frozen. Even so, Silvaire missed the cold, the stone, even the misery; what he felt now was far more palpable than any sense ever before.

  Alone. He missed home...

  Bright orange eyes slowly lift as he registered the voice, both foreign and familiar. His heart ached, yet he knew it not Dirthamen’s fault. Both a reminder and a stranger, he was left to remember all he left behind back home - to wonder what Elias thought of his absence, to worry that he would believe Silvaire had abandoned him. He never would, never wished to leave. What had...

  The words registered, and his brows furrowed. Ears lowered, sorrow only growing to touch his very gaze as he peered up at the other from his seated position upon the ground.

  “I’m... so sorry,” he murmured, voice soft. He felt as if he was suffocating, lost. Yet here stood another, someone who not only seemed alright with his presence but almost glad to have it. Though Silvaire missed all that he had lost in his coming to such a place, he knew not how to return - and to wallow in misery would only cause him to sink. A soft sigh slipped from lips, a hand slightly lifted and outstretched to the other. Dirthamen.

  “You need not be alone and without friends, however...” He paused, his head tilting down to stare at hands. He still felt some measure of comfort within the other’s presence. “... I could be your friend, if you’ll have me.”

[ritterblood]

aren't you tired of being nice dont u just wanna go apeshit

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[crystalmarred-a]

@myopathe  #hi!!!!! love ur bogs *blows smooches at u*

welcome to my swamp

[darkmissionary]

✎ any of them but, all my love for an elias drawing? 🥺👉👈

[*wipes sweat from brow*]

[rothalion]

@myopathe​ said:       "i, um," he shifts nervously from foot to foot, looking more like a shaking leaf in the wind than an elezen, and nervously he lifted his hands to show a plate full of . . . something like a bar? chocolate, though something about it seems overcooked. "i-i tried... to make you brownies, as a thanks... b-but you don't have to take them, i'm not very good with a stove. never even used one before now." and his face is colored ruby red, ears and all. "i can- i can just throw them away if you don't like them." ( elias to silvaire (: )

  Most often, it can be difficult to draw Silvaire’s attention away from a task to the point where most waited for even the slightest of glances away to approach - the elezen merely found himself easily enraptured in tasks whether that of a hobby or simple work. However, the very moment he caught even a glimpse of Elias approaching, he was immediately distracted. The cloth he used to polish the hefty blade in his lap halted, Silvaire pausing only to lift up the greatsword as to rest it against the wall next to him. He then stood, brushing hands together as he walked to meet the other in the middle with the brightest of smiles.

  A hand lifted in silent greeting. His brows cocked in surprise as Elias, shaking, lifted the plate of dessert for Silvaire to see. Eyes softened, another step closer taken and hands reaching out. One stopped to grip the edge of the plate closest to himself, his other brushing delicately over Elias’ fingers. He peered down at the overcooked brownies, humming softly before a lighthearted chuckle bubbled up.

  “This is the result of your first time using a stove? My, you’ve got quite the blossoming talent!” he said, plucking up a brownie from the pile. “Non-sense, I love them! There’s no need to throw them away.”

  Silvaire took a bite. Though they were a bit crunchier than they should be, there wasn’t anything else particularly off about them. He happily took another bite after the first, sliding over to stand next to Elias as to wrap an arm loosely around his waist.

  “They’re lovely! I appreciate such a wonderful gift, my dear. Mayhap we can cook something together sometime, if you’d be up for it,” he suggested, gently squeezing Elias. “I’ve a lovely recipe for cookies my late-mother came up with long ago, I think you’d like them!”

[soulgathered-archived]

  @myopathe​ asked : leaves lyna a little lunch bag for work with a small little note taped to it saying "good luck! stay safe!" and a cute little drawing of lyna at the bottom. / grandpa wants u to eat your meals, lyna

there is not much guessing on lyna’s part as to who prepared the food and the little note. even without it, she would have known, but the exarch’s handwriting is as familiar to her, as the sounds of the city, or the weight of her weapons. just as much as his tendency to still worry for her.

sometimes she wonders if he still thinks of her as that little child that needed her hand held, so she could fall asleep.

“...and who will look after you, old man?” she mumbles to herself, before placing the food in her bag. the answer is an obvious one : her of course. and she had already started it when she had prepared a lunch for the exarch. though she’d be outside of the city by the time he should eat, she had told a guard to bring him the place ( and to tell the exarch that should he refuse to eat - or attempt to open a letter with his dinner - she would personally come over for a visit ...after grabbing a vile of chessamile’s tonic for him ).

[willfulwayfarer]

A Mysterious Encounter || Myopathe

  When Terra had heard that a silver haired, dark skinned man had been wandering around the outskirts of the Land of Departure, he prepared himself for the worst. Despite Aqua and Ven’s insistence on coming with him, he said he had to go alone, and he’ll contact them on the Gummiphone if anything goes wrong.

  So he started walking from the castle, until he came to the area where the man had been seen. After looking around for a little bit, Terra began to systematically check the caves. It maybe wasn’t the best way to go about it, but he had to be methodical with this.

  As he was searching, his mind swam with thoughts. Who could this be? Xehanort was defeated, and so were the other ones, as far as he knew. As long as there was one on this worlds, though, then Ventus and Aqua were in trouble.

  He tried to calm his thoughts and reason that maybe it was just a traveler passing through. The whole thing could just be a misunderstanding. That calmed his thoughts a little and made him decide that he wasn’t going to draw his keyblade immediately upon finding this person.

  That is until he peeked into a cave and saw eyes looking at him in the dark. Two bright yellow eyes that he’d recognize anywhere.

  “Xehanort!” He held his Keyblade in front of himself, like a shield, “What are you doing here!?”