#sabredanse

[chaosleads]

PSPSPSPSPSP another WIP, guess what’s taken over my life~ // @sabredanse

[flowerwept]

@sabredanse your turn !!!

Fandaniel has always been predisposed to not caring if his body should live or die, and he has gotten exceptionally good at being able to tell when someone actually meant to kill him: while the dancer’s anger would not be misinterpreted, this specific blow glances off the pillar beside him harmlessly, and without so much as a flinch from the hooded figure. A warning? Perhaps, but Fandaniel chooses to see it as a threat. What fun!

“I understand you’re still upset about your body playing host for my lord.”  Hand presses to breast / a show of concern / his eyes glint mockingly / the play never started.  “I do not blame you. Losing one’s original body is always a frightening thing. Why, I remember when I regained the memories of my first life and came to regard my own body as a stranger’s.”  He sighs then, shoulders drooping slightly.  “However, I would appreciate if you refrained from attacking me. ‘Tis true: I want to die. But I have yet to put my plan in motion. So wait just a bit longer and your patience will be rewarded.”  How satisfying it shall be -- to die at the hands of one so vibrant / and then know that IT WOULD BE THE END without having to play his role. To watch and watch and then ... cease to be.

[eredeha-a]

@sabredanse​ ➜ smashed that ♥ button for a oneliner.

          “  They may -- or may not!  -- have had it coming to them. Where’s your proof? Gonna turn me in sweet thing?  “

[warwaged-moved]

try + hermes && hades maybe ??

SEND ME ‘TRY + A CHARACTER’ AND I’LL TRY TO WRITE THEM .

“ No. ” The answer, given before anything had even been said, carried both an air of finality and undeniable irritation -- yet he crossed his arms in a deliberate ( and particularly dramatic ) gesture, further emphasizing his unwillingness to engage with whatever it was Azem had a mind to get him to participate in. Golden eyes remain upon his friend’s figure, the frown upon his brow deepening as the other seemed utterly determined to ignore he had offered a denial at all.

“ I do not want to hear it, I do not want to be part of it, I do not want to know what you plan at all -- and I most certainly am not going to help. ” He continued, interrupting Azem before they could reply. It would do his friends well to learn they could not simply request his aid to do whatever struck their fancy ( and even if, ultimately, he would have helped them nonetheless, Hades would willingly choose death before admitting he could not truly say no to them ). “ It is your mess, you deal with it. ”

“ They have not yet received a name, ” The explanation is spoken with the matter-of-factly cadence of one who knows the creatures that inhabit Elpis with all their particularities, though it is not purely academic. The truth is he rejoices in speaking of the creations, from the most simple beings to the most complex -- all the different existences brought to be by their kind worth of attention and dedication in equal measure, each and every single one special by virtue of existing. 

Would that they were allowed to be for the sake of being, instead of measured and analyzed in all their particularities. Would that they did not have their lives taken as easily as they were bestowed, condemned for not meeting standards they had no fault for not achieving. The melancholy of the thought is pushed aside, and he kneels near the creature before turning his face to the other person. “ In truth, they are fairly new creations, and a new species always demands more than variations of existing beings. Nevertheless, I am confident they will be a success, and soon enough we may just be able to allow them to roam free in their designed habitat outside of Elpis. ”

[gaolseeker]

         ​ @sabredanse​ : ‘ get up and dance! ’ [the arctic monkeys sentence meme]

"No way you’re making me do that.”

He’s just sitting there, hands upon his scythe. Slightly regretful having mentioned he had studied under Nashmeira and a former member of Troupe Falsiam, he bit the inside of his cheek and told her to bugger off. That’ll be the last time he’d reveal aught to her. It’s a part of his past he’d rather not speak about. Hells, he’d rather not speak about his past at all. Was it the ale that got him talking or someone interested in him outside the usual intentions?

“I got rid of my job stone a long time ago.”

[rynefilia]

“  are  ...  are  you  purring  ?  ”

@sabredanse​  ♡  for  a  starter 

[soulcrest]

“ if the road less travelled is to be our destination, then why is it we are walking the road most travelled? ”

@sabredanse​ ♥’d for a one-line starter

[chaosleads]

@sabredanse​ inquired within: ‘  memories  are  all  the  same  at  their  core .  it’s  just  us  trying  to  keep  each  other  alive .  the  best  parts  anyway .  ’ 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 // accepting

―  🜺  ―   " All the same ? "     A tempest of anguish and fury collides within the cage of his chest. A memory born of shade and vivid light, remnants of what had been. Remnants that would soon no longer be quietly inhabited. Will he display these sentiments? Naturally, he remains as eternally discontented as ever. Yet, if one is listening to the lilt of his voice, one may very well hear the pangs of straining patience 'pon a weary heart. In fact, the further he dwells upon these words, the further he becomes resolved. Just as he had been, just as he always would be.

He turned to her, quietly responding with eyes unblinking and unmistakably vast . One could fall into that abyss and never return!  A step closer does he venture. Again, and again. Slowly, but surely, until he is close enough to look down on her. Through her very broken being into what she could be. Of course they would not know just what memories could do. He refused to believe otherwise.

          " You would rather have your memories of lost loved ones, than have them whole and before you . "     a statement made in a lilt growing ever quieter. Slowly and clearly. Steady and judgmental. Why could they not understand?     " To have and to hold and to adore . All the best parts. When the worlds are rejoined, we will no longer dwell within memory alone. No longer separate and incomplete. "

     he swaggered away from her, smirking as if his heart had not leapt from his swelling chest, hands waving 'round the air. These feelings, only ever to be temporary.      " Ahh, do forgive me for the sudden break in my usual dismissiveness. "