#wroughtdawn

[suollac-blog]

          O LIKE A THE WOUNDED BEAST HE IS, HE REMAINS STILL.     more silent than that of the eerie ruins that lie about him, mangled and shattered beyond repair and recognition. how it could be mistaken that some sort of natural disaster came to befall this place,     WHEN IT WAS ACTUALLY ATTACKED BY A CREATURE.     and the one that bleeds from his skull upon these very grounds, the one that had gained broken bones of his leg, the one that     DESTROYED AND KILLED, is that very creature.     though man, and mortal, he truly might as well be such. for it’s a wonder how one can devastate a once proud structure, and take away lives     ----------------     he did all this at whatever cost. including nearly his own life.           a sound more massed came to bare his attention, and ruby eyes opened like a flicker of a flame, sparked to life. ah, but they remain well hidden, due to black locks that shielded whatever came to approach with the     BELIEF he lies unresponsive.     a rough hand, braced itself without movement, over the handle of one of his blades. ready to take action, and strike unexpectedly.     just like a wounded beast indeed that would lie to lure, giving that false sense of security to that which draws near, before snapping it’s teeth for the kill.     ruby eyes came to slowly trail. peaking out from whatever utterly small places his black strands allowed him to, to see what fool would be idiotic enough to approach him. to sink his canine into their neck... all such intentions, came to a halt. he’d recognized who exactly that fool was. a deep breath escaped, and his tension came to fade.     ❝  tezca.  ❞ @wroughtdawn      ❤ ‘ed

[mirrorbled-a-blog]

HE  IS  ATTEMPTING   to  mask  what  is  actuality.  he  is  in  PAIN  :   limbs  burn  like  wildfire  &  veins  sting  like  electricity.  yet  his  dearest  blood  is  present  ---  he  won’t  even  allow  himself  to  wince.  gritted  teeth  &  tightened  grasps   only.  they  sit  with  arms  linked   (  *  forever  joined  by  the  hip  ).  agony  is  a  common  sensation ,  but  silence  forever  ceases.      ❛     everything hurts.     ❜     &   yet ,  with  a  smile.     ❛    we  should  distract  each  other  with  stories.     ❜     @wroughtdawn   //

[mythcarved-archive-blog]

@wroughtdawn for pike | x

        “Oi, Trickfoot.” Scanlan is leaning against a column, knowing that he’d find her here. It is Sarenrae’s Temple, after all. And he’s pretty sure Vax sleeps in the temple of his patron goddess. He doesn’t know shit about godly types but he knows they frequent their temples. “Can we talk?”           “And before you say ‘yes’ or ‘no’, I understand if you don’t even want to see me, right now. I know that I left you all on a bad note but—” He takes a breathe. There’s not an inch of him ( regardless of his meager size ) that regrets leaving. This is next thread in his tapestry. The next verse in his song. A bard has to live in order to tell the tale. He’s alive now and plans to stay that way for as long as possible. He’s a gnome. So, Scanlan figures he’s got at least another couple hundred years left in him if he plays his cards right.

          The truth of it all, though? He wouldn’t be here if not for Pike. So, Scanlan can’t move on while letting her think that he was ever ungrateful for what she did for him. “I’m a bard at heart and I don’t want to leave on that note with you.”

[dawnmartyrd-blog]

@wroughtdawn

pike had grown familiar with the nuances of each of her friends. vax distanced himself, vex and scanlan guarded themselves with humor ( grog was a relatively open book to her ) keyleth made no motion to hide her feelings. percy, though. percy had always been guarded. pike had been witness to the cool exterior melting away to the rage beneath, but that wasn’t what percy entirely was. he always managed to skirt around questions of his feelings, giving simple answers that satisfied their inquiries. but pike was worried. she remembered the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice as he spoke of loss. a hand settled on percy’s forearm, concern conveyed clearly in honest blue eyes. “i don’t want to pry, but--” she was going to pry, her next question would definitely be considered prying. but she knew percy well enough to know that he would keep it held down until it reached a boiling point. and that wasn’t healthy. “--i can’t help but think about what you said the other day. if you want to talk about it...” she doesn’t finish. she leaves an opening for him to speak with an offered, sympathetic smile, hoping that he’ll take it.

[honorpmoved]

@wroughtdawn replied to your post: `

like it really depends on the way you look at it. i feel like jack was a good leader for peace because canonically it says that he was the heart of the team or something like that and brought people together & brought out their better qualities. and then reyes was a better leader during war because he seemed to handle things a bit better, was able to make those hard calls & those hard decisions while getting as many people out. and that’s not to say that reyes wasn’t as empathetic as jack or that jack wasn’t as good at making the hard calls but like to each their own right ? it depends on what you view overwatch as an organization as & what its intended purpose was & what its purpose eventually came to evolve into. i realize now that i completely misread the rant BUT HECK. IM SO INVESTED IN LIKE. THE POLITICS OF EVERYTHING

“ Leadership of Overwatch fell to Reyes, but Morrison would have a greater impact on the group in the long term. He brought out the best in the people around him and helped mold Overwatch's diverse (and sometimes conflicting) agents into a cohesive fighting force. In unity, they found the strength to defeat the robots and end the Omnic Crisis. ”

what really stuck to me in that is that jack brought the team to fight as one. he brought them in spirit together and made them realize the teamwork. that even with disparity they could utilize what they had and fuckin do their shit. to me, that says that gabe had a weakness in that - and like you said, it doesn’t mean he was like fucking incapable, it was just lesser. there’s an ideal of a stiffness to it that they couldn’t do the 100% that they had. it wasn’t that he was bad, just in my own interpretation, that sounds to me like he was too formal. that he had the structure and the organization but he was bad at the heart. and jack was able to sorta take from the structure gabe probably built and complete the rest they needed to really pack the rest of the power in the punch u dig

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@wroughtdawn

He’s observant, always has been and it’s the only reason he survived with The Clasp as long as he had, the guild looked after their own but only to a certain extent, if he’d gotten snatched by city guards doing some of their dirty work Vax knew with crushing certainty that he would have been left to hang, so he’d learned to watch everything and everyone around him even better than he had as a boy. Which is why he kept his dark eyes fixed on the other’s form, watching their every move (and in the darker, hidden parts of his head he knows, knows that he’s looking for a weakness. something that he could use against them if he ever has to) and only moving once he’d grown bored, admittedly Vax’ildan is easily bored and has never truly learned to harness his reckless energy well, instead he flipped a knife between his fingers and threw it lazily, aiming far enough away from their head that it would be clear he wasn’t trying to cause any real harm.

“You look like you’re about to start blowing steam out of your ears and that can’t be healthy for anyone, especially not me I’ve got delicate lungs.”

[honorpmoved]

@wroughtdawn replied to your post: @wroughtdawn replied to your post: ...

there’s a point to note that the canon material is also an article written by a ( fictional ) someone who states in the beginning paragraphs that they grew up looking up to jack morrison & there’s a thing about we don’t really have any information on what reyes actually /did/. on what his actual contributions were & arguments could be made about bias & about what source materials the writer actually had & what info was released to the public

i agree, the person clearly has personal ties with jack just generally where the focus is on him, but this is intentional and canon. the developers are writing what they want us to read and feel. if they wanted to truly emphasize the amazing and incredible work that gabriel had done, they wouldn’t have biased the writer in the first place. it’s a fictional character literally meant to show how incredible jack was and that’s not an accident

[orphicdawn-a]

@wroughtdawn  //  moved  from  tarnishedtrust    (    elizabeth     )

KISS ONE.  ╱ wounds

        ❝ no thank you . ❞ a heavy sigh , averting her gaze to show DISINTEREST — the man must be blind or stupid in his pursuit of her . ❝ i’m fine , really . i have a full glass right here . ❞ it is reasons like these that eliza typically stays at home when her sisters want to go out and party ; when they were younger it was fun and even a bit exciting as their father loathed when they went into the city alone , BUT now , she isn’t as into it as angelica or peggy ( • who , both had abandoned her after getting flirted with )              mostly because men don’t know when to STOP while they are ahead .

eliza is done , infuriated by this man’s endless attempts and his pushy nature ; ready to stand and walk away after throwing her drink on him , she stops — freezes as an arm drapes over her shoulder , an arm foreign to her as well as the person it is attached to . ❝ wh       ❞ words caught in her throat as he runs his nose along her jaw , stopping at her ear before whispering : i apologize in advance . play along ? the low - velvet sound of his voice is a slight comfort , but it is the GENTLE , SINCERITY in his tone that makes her feel safe and him trustworthy .

without any more question , she nods and does as he asks — she plays along . this stranger refers to himself as her BOYFRIEND , and although she isn’t happy about it , she leans a little more into him to aid their facade . eliza did appreciate his efforts , but it annoys her that his only plan was to pretend they were dating : couldn’t he have just stood up for her by telling the other guy to leave her alone ? why must he pretend they have some romantic relationship ? his words bring her back from the frustration in her mind — they SURPRISE her . even if she was single , you should have left her alone when she first said no . she is not interested in you . before she knows what’s happening , the other guy swings at them , but this stranger manages to protect her and knocks him down . after everything stops she can tell he’s hurt his hand and his face .

❝ you know , that was really STUPID . ❞ gently , nimble fingers wrap the gauze around cracked knuckles . her tone is light - hearted and playful , a slight smirk forming on her features . ❝ we will NEVER be allowed in that bar again since you and the neanderthal broke that chair . ❞ gaze shifts upward to the darkening circle forming under his swollen eye . eliza eases the ice pack on his blackening eye ; trying her best not to make it worse . ❝         but seriously , i really appreciate what you did . i mean getting beat up for some chick you don’t know can’t be fun . ❞ there is a lull in conversation as she finishes treating all his wounds — she didn’t realize how many hits the other guy had gotten in during the fight . she pulls the ice pack away from his grip and examines his eye , the swelling beginning to go down .

❝                 my HERO . ❞ a single , tender kiss presses against his now cool skin .

KISS TWO.  ╱ lips

        fake boyfriend , real boyfriend — things between her and aaron were moving forward with ease as they both love spending time together ( • doing everything and nothing ) . it is only a month since their very unconventional start , but eliza is HAPPY ; just like from that first encounter when she felt safe and comfortable, she continues to feel satisfied with him in her life . ❝ cookies , popcorn , movie . i think we are set for our first ‘OFFICIAL ’ date               ya know , since my sisters don’t think beating up some creep counts as a first day . ❞ they aren’t wrong either , eliza has been hoping for a REAL date with aaron since they met . everything feels simple ; and she isn’t willing to give that up just yet — the exact opposite ; she wants to explore it with him .

she leans into him as his arm , now familiar to her , wraps around her shoulders to pull her closer . a warmness fills her as she rest her head on his shoulder as a blanket is draped across her lap . the longer the movie continues , the more she wonders about their future as a couple . this moment between them was nice and eliza content with sitting there , but a part of her cannot stop herself from thinking about why he hasn’t even tried to kiss her yet . the few other boyfriends she’d had , always went for the kiss only moments into any movie or tv show           not aaron though . as the movie comes to an end , she peers up at him through loose strands of hair . ❝ well as far as first dates go , this one hasn’t been half bad . ❞ a laugh escapes her lips , it’s light and chimes like bells . it’s then he cups her face , his thumb gently rubbing circles on her cheek .

a gentle smile stretches across her lips , it was a sincere moment as they silently gaze at each other . wanting more , eliza shifts her body against him and finally closes the space between them . his lips are full , and soft ; and the way he moves them against her own — it felt very nice for her , yet the heat she expected did not rise within her , and perhaps he felt the same because he pulls away , their expressions mirroring the other’s as they burst into laughter . the kiss is not as life-changing or consuming as she’d hoped for before . aaron’s hand moves from her cheek to fall upon the back of his neck as he speaks ; the kiss not evoking anything for him . ❝ yeah , i feel the same . what does this mean for us now ? ❞

awkward silence fills the space between them until he speaks once again ; as he explains it doesn’t have to change anything . ❝               i don’t want to lose you as a friend . you have been such a good person to me since we met . ❞ a slight sigh slips out . she’d have to keep this from angelica for the time ; eliza did not want to hear the ‘ i told you so ’ from her ( • apparently she never thought it would last long ) . his arms wrap around her shoulders as he pulls her closer again . it doesn’t have to . his words were comforting . nothing had to change between them simply because this was not some love story and they weren’t the stars ; they had a friendship that she feels will last a long time . ❝ then it won’t . ❞

KISS THREE.  ╱ knuckles

         ❝ aaron ! don’t call him that . ❞ laughter fills the room around them as they drink a few glasses of wine and cans of beer . eliza met someone , someone who she finds incredibly handsome and passionate about his studies to be a lawyer , and aaron ‘vaguely’ remembers him from a couple classes where he openingly debated with the professor — of course that only makes her admire him more . ❝ alexander is a good guy ; and come on i remember you telling me about that day and even though you thought it was annoying , you also laughed under your breath . don’t pretend you didn’t think it was amusing . ❞ a hand pushes against his shoulder , another burst of laughter escaping pass her lips . his hands are up as if to defend himself against eliza’s assault , but she knows that he is just being playful as he admits her new boyfriend isn’t that bad , but that he still doesn’t always like him .

she is now elizabeth hamilton , and she could not be happier . a gentle hand falls upon her shoulder as a familiar voice asks to dance . her smile grows when she turns to see her best friend’s face . aaron and eliza move onto the dance floor , their hands moving to the right positions as they sway to the music’s melody . despite the rocky start , both alexander and aaron became friends — friends enough that eliza did not go insane from their bickering . ❝ yes , i am . i don’t believe i’ve ever been happier in my life , aaron . ❞ eyes shift from his features to search for her new husband , he is near her father and sisters ; the smile stretched on each of their faces causes her heart to swell . it meant the world to her that they loved him as much as she did .

❝ so when are you going ask miss theodosia out ? ❞ their familiar laughter erupts . ❝ oh come on , i am serious . i am happy with alex , and you deserve to be happy as well                   and she will do that for you . ❞ she knows well that her dear friend was in love with this other woman , the way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke of her is proof enough of his affections for her ; yet here he stood still without ever asking her out . it’s strange to think about how they started out : stranger in a bar gets a creep away from her , a very short romantic relationship , long time friends . ❝ i better come home from my honeymoon , and find out that i have a new girlfriend         you hear me ? ❞

a chuckle slips out as he steps back , the song ending on a soft note , her knuckles are lifted to his lips as he places a kiss to them before promising he’ll go for the girl . ❝ thank goodness , burr . ❞