#ohsairus

[poisonedthorn]

ohsairus replied to your post: anyone want to get into a bar fight with a tiny...

i’ll put 200 glimmer on the short awoken and a scotch for me

// only 200? come on, buddy, that’s pocket glimmer! have some faith in him!

[speakcr-blog]

ℂ || STARTER CALL -- @ohsairus

   HIS POSTURE   is one of growing DEFENSE--  ( His arms, at his sides, stiff, his fists clenched, )  his shoulders rigid with the growing UNEASE   to see his former  s t u d e n t--  [ his former  F A I L U R E ]      “ What are you doing here ?  “  The Speaker’s words are not kind.  They are not merciful, or soft,  or welcoming, like they once had been--  Like they were to all Guardians     who served the Traveler with unfaltering loyalty,     “ You were to never return to this place, Osiris.           I made sure of that, myself--            & now you are  b a c k.     Betrayers of the Light are not welcome to the Tower.     What blasphemy do you hope to preach to me, now,          before I have you removed from my presence? “ 

[seasonedfury-blog]

you can either do nothing, or you can do something.

“You can either do nothing, or you can do something.”

The phrase falls into silent air, Ikora’s lips parting in a sort of disbelief -- has Osiris listened to anything she’d said? His eyes are still on the paper in front of him, writing down his research furiously. Her lips slam shut and turn into a bit of a scowl, feeling like every word she’d said since she’d come to see him had fallen on deaf ears.

“Yes, but --” Her words trail off, wondering if there’s even a point to trying to reason with him. His mind seemed rather fixated and nothing she’d said so far had changed that, today or the many days before.

Letting out a huff, she tries to change her tone to a softer one. “By the time you do this -- this something -- I think it may be too late. People are afraid, Osiris.”

And not of the vex he was so fascinated with.

[seasonedfury-blog]

@ohsairus liked for a short starter !

She was wordless as she looked at him, grasping for a solid thought -- something very, very unusual for Ikora Rey.

“You shouldn’t be here.” She stated simply, finally. But yet -- she didn’t move to do anything about it. Not yet. “But, I imagine you have a reason for your appearance, so let’s hear it.” She would give the exile the chance to speak. And -- perhaps -- she wanted to know what it was that would bring him back to his former home, despite everything that had happened.