#nostalgichosinblade

[forbiddenexalt]

nolxie nolxie noooolxiiiiie   this happening between Xane and Zeke idk---

[minitacticianmorgan]

nostalgichosinblade replied to your post:Ever feel REALLY out of place, like you’re not...

*pats* ….*patpatpatpatpatpat*

*sits being patted* I wanted to do stuff, but whenever I feel like this I can't.

[cxedemarchive]

nostalgichosinblade replied to your post:*Slams the door shut behind you* (ouo)

⌘-{ “A slip of the hand and a draft of air, forgive me.”

     — { ♪♫ } "You're forgiven. Easy with the door next time."

[king-errant]

nostalgichosinblade replied to your post:(oops) "No... No! Not again... !" It was happening all over again, her...

thatwasmyheartbuti’mcompletelyokaywiththis

good night, friend!

[king-errant]

(oops) "No... No! Not again... !" It was happening all over again, her brother did something foolish without telling her before hand- only this time she saw the now dead enemy's weapon stabbed firmly into his gut. The scene of Demon's Ingle flashing through her mind as she held him tightly, almost shaking. "Do not leave me again, Yen'fay! It tis an unbearable pain to go through once let alone twice-Healer! Be it Cleric or Sage- someone please!"

One hand was tight around the blade in his stomach, right at the wound where the blood flowed quickly. It was too deep, he knew. Too late. His other hand clung tightly to his sister's shoulder, the pain of it all strengthening his grip.

He felt regret. Pure and bitter. Overriding even the pain in his gut. "I am... so sorry, sister," he managed to say. "I did not intend to abandon you... as the Yen'fay of this world had." His grip was weakening now.

"I wish I could have stayed longer, but... to have spent this extra time with you, it meant the world to me. Goodbye, Say'ri..."

[grim-perdition-archive]

nostalgichosinblade replied to your post “<can’t handle the feels between Tharja!Morgan and Walgan. Send help...”

oh shit- sorry yuan ;u;

//- Don't be sorry. LOOK AT ALL THE SHIT I'VE DONE WITH MY MORGAN AND TO CON'S MORGAN. I deserve these heartbreaking feels. |D'

[occisanovae-archive]

Rekindling Bonds || Zerah & Say'ri

The current queen of Occasus Nova stood at the gates of the Dynasty gate. People called the red head hot headed, idiotic, and over all, a rather poor leader for doing what she was about to do. She was not going to surrender the city-state to be part of Chon'sin, however, when Tyro was in rule, the bonds that the city-state and the dynasty had shared were severed. Just like how the Three Fates snipped a life-line and ended the life. However, Zerah had picked up the throne, and Leon had left her in charge of the city until a suitable ruler was found.

And Zerah did not want to disappoint.

After finally being able to go in, the lone woman walked in. Her Crimson Sword left at the gates, as she had told the guards that she would walk in with no blade. After all, this was a place of politics. Not fighting.

After entering the mansion. Zerah stood until the hostess showed. Upon seeing her, Zerah got on her knees and plated her hands and forehead to the ground, as if asking for forgiveness.

However, no sound was uttered, until she was told to speak. She figured this would be the best way to start this off.

She prayed that she wasn't wrong.

[candysnatcher-blog]

nostalgichosinblade replied to your post:nostalgichosinblade replied to your post *stares* ...

nah

man come on.