#sacrificedhe

[xaallo]

Orion would like to give him a petting wherever he deems acceptable. A lil scratch.

Which him...

Choose wisely...

[yeroldmatefuse]

sacrificedhe started following you.

“Oy, simulacrum. Tough luck that the other one showed up and ruined yer day at the beach, but try not to lose your head over it, aye?”

[nxtheromoved]

- - —★ ❰❰ @sacrificedhe​ | s.c. ❱❱

𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀 & 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍

          ❝ FACTIONAL LOYALTIES CAN BE LIMITING.  I prefer to keep all of the best assassins in my web. The Morag Tong . . .  and  the Dark Brotherhood. ❞  The webspinner takes a seat; uninvited, but without much care for that fact. Who would deny a Daedric Prince free roam of any place they enter?  ( Well, some fools might try, but they typically end up as a pile of ash, food for the spiderkin, or part of the decor. )   ❝ Death is death, darling, and you wear it beautifully. ❞

[symphora]

❝  ────── Hey! Where have you been hiding?  ❞

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴. ―   @sacrificedhe​

[gamesover]

a stolen moment of time that is basked in tender flame.            the heart is a broken muscle that cannot cease,      every suffocation wrought upon ignis,      rhythm of endless misery.      it is a shrouded secret that he broadcasts with each beat,      enigma so resonant he fears the entire world will hear of these affections.      this gilded prison,      across the span of noctis’ apartment,      arcadia in clandestine disguise.      he gazes upon the prince,      𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌,      iridescence that dusts the long of midnight lashes.      he would pray upon the sovereignty of austere divines to rid him the humanity that marks him for such punishment,      chest - muscle laden with   restrained turmoil   that he will not submit to.

[      to feel is to know reality.      to love is to lose the essence of oneself.      and by the six,      he has long since cast away the atlas of his desire,      irreversible,      to trace silhouettes   and want for all that he cannot have.      doomed to admire upon the visage   of the sun   and combust alive.      ]

he stands here,      precipice of the unbeknown,      fingers flinching along the rim of marble countertop.      water drops slide down the curve of plates washed clean.      a breath,      then another.       smile and laugh as he means to,      a meal passed with shared pleasantries even   as he yearns beyond hope:      indeed,      what a clever charade!      for a clever man who has forfeit forth his clever mind.      very well.      if he cannot be allowed peace for his sake   then he shall offer it for noctis      —      a call for attention,      lips curled around the syllable of   that name   which he swallows back.            ❛❛      would you like to see the stars tonight?      ❜❜

                                             ⌜  ღ  ⌟            @sacrificedhe​

[cryochronism]

@sacrificedhe said:  ❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜ 

There are too many eyes and ears all around them to allow her an unguarded moment; one where maybe -- just maybe -- she might just laugh at the prince's joke. Instead, hands clasp before her and posture straightens; eyes sliding to their surroundings in caution. 

Funny, that he would speak of inevitabilities when it is her duty to seek and chart them out. 

❝Many dangers lie in that which is inevitable.❞ A brief tilt to her head, in thought. Her mouth curves in a rare smile. ❝Perhaps such dangers should call for less candles, no?❞

[kaediisarchive]

[ just fuckin wreck me with memes okay? | still accepting ]

@sacrificedhe​​ said: “ i just wanted to do something good for once. ”

          Red lips press into a line, the skin catching beneath corners of teeth. It doesn’t sit well with her. Not his words. Not the way he blamed himself for things outside of his control. A smooth breath exhales through her nose, and once-busy hands fall still, the taut twist of bandages that circle Noctis’s latest injury going limp at their unfinished joint.

           ❝ Why are you so mean to yourself? ❞  she questions. It would be easy to respond with something self-righteous. A cliche speech about how this negativity would get him nowhere, or maybe some bullshit advice about the value of failure. That was what people usually did to fight off that line of thinking, right? But she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Saccharine smiles and sugar-coated truths were her grandmother’s specialty; all the better to bring hope to people in pain. But Skarlet? Skarlet was a realist. She wasn’t good at that sweet shit. If she tried, it would only feel hollow, and Noctis deserved better than that anyway.

           ❝ Be honest with me. ❞  Her hands resume their work, wrapping the roll of bandages around his torso. Her eyes remain focused on the task before her, but truly her attention waits upon him and whatever response he might give.  ❝ Do you really think that you’ve done nothing good in your life? At all? ❞

[battleshot]

My left ass cheek or my right ass cheek?

            “   I’m going to strangle... you. Fine, whatever  - right. Ugh. “