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“Have you finally realized how fickle your ‘god’ is?”
" Hush. You know not of what you say, Mythos. Tis your defiance what would doom us all to His wrath. "

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@wyvern-flames replied:
“Have you finally realized how fickle your ‘god’ is?”
" Hush. You know not of what you say, Mythos. Tis your defiance what would doom us all to His wrath. "
❛ look at me in the old way in this new light ❜
How long has it been since he had last seen Clive? Since that night at Phoenix Gate, when their lives had been destroyed by malice from within their very own family?
Clive is no longer the young man he remembers, full of strength and determination to prove himself. Nay -- the strength is a different kind of strength now, a resolve tempered in the flames of hell, an anger beyond measure which threatens to scorch everything around them with its vengeful nature.
Elwin finds himself staring, both in awe and despair at what had become of the other. What he, in his careless underestimation of his wife's ambitions, had allowed to happen. With great trepidation, the former Archduke reaches out with both subtly trembling hands, to grasp first Clive's shoulders, then his face. He feels every crack, every battle-hardened and burdened line, age-worn by years of struggle and anguish.
And he knows, too, that while his oldest son has only grown and shored up his strength, Elwin is but a shell of the man he had once been, sending a pang of shame coursing through him.
"Forgive me," he finally musters, more a plea than he had intended. But it is soon followed by a nod; after all, this is still Clive, his beloved son, and he will not forsake him out of guilt for his own failures to protect both he and Joshua.
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As always, the mask brought some quizzical stares, and the authorities here hadn't taken really kindly to a masked man swanning around like a tourist in the shadow of their "Mothercrystal".[1]
So Zacharie had decamped to the outskirts. [2] It wasn't the best, it wasn't the worst; but still there was some trouble - some people thought he was...well, from the sound of it, a future subject of manumission. So his temper wasn't exactly the best when someone stopped in front of his makeshift stall; he looked up from where he sat on a rotting barrel and huffed.
《Once again, I'm not a goddamn runaway slave,》 he said, distorted voice crackling he spoke, 《I know I don't sound like it, but I'm a merchant. Now are you going to buy something or not?》
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[1] Part of this was also due to Zacharie being underdressed for their taste. Even when he tossed on an old dress shirt, it still wasn't enough.
[2] It was a bit of a mess. A group of chocobos waylaid the caravan - at this point things clicked and he yelled obscenities at an entity called Squeenix. Everyone was mildly confused.
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"Steady little King. My Liege would be quite cross if you were to break me~" The silver haired Lord Commander smirked as the man before him kept a pointed blade upon him. All it made him do was smirk all the more. More feline than steed....
"Would you truly skewer an innocent man~" He purred, raising his hands in mock surrender.
❝ aren’t you tired ? ❞
𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 [ accepting ]
♞— "Come now, Mythos. We have only just begun," The Dark Knight taunts. A clawed hand unfurls to beckon him once more. There is a sinister sense of joy laced within the fallen King's voice. A madness. Indeed Mythos' blows had been devastating thus far and has brought him to his knees. Yet Odin drinks his fill from the font of this power.
"You have merely unlocked and invigorated this thrill that I so have craved and sought for so long. A THRILL that which now COURSES through my veins. A challenge so worthy of my soul. Deny me this BLISS no further. Deliver me onto your RAPTURE. COME!"
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When that small hand rests on his palm, he closes his fingers gently around it.
Just seeing Clive, this little boy who looks so remarkably like him, so full of joy and excitement fills him with the same emotion. It makes his heart ache and tremble with unbridled love, and as a result, the tiny hand is given an affectionate squeeze before he stands.
Elwin listens so intently to his son as the child talks. His steps are small, measured so as neither to rush Clive nor leave him behind; he half-ponders where best to lead him, of course settling on the gardens -- where perhaps they will see Anabella out and about as well, if luck is on their side.
"Oh?" The Archduke laughs. "Tell me about it, this little bug friend of yours. And how has Torgal been doing? The two of you haven't been giving your mother too much trouble, I trust?"
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"Torgal, was it?" It's more a thought aloud, one that hardly feels out of place in the sanctum of Hideaway's walls. Though he'd only caught glimpses of Torgal before, through bypasses and pandemonium, this is the first time he's truly been able to meet the dog.
Then Dion blinks from the dog to Clive, and his voice carries stronger. "I have much to thank you for, but I would begin with allowing me here not once but twice. The community is truly remarkable."
wyvern-flames replied: REAL AND CANON TO ME NOW, IMAGINE THAT! They're just bouncing off of each other about anything! Swords? They're screaming about it. Weather? You'd best BELIEVE they are screeching HDSBBKDSV
oh my god yes. Yes. YESSSSS.
In public settings, they're like :| because serious business is serious
But put them together in a more private setting, or when it's just them and like Byron too, they're just. two vibrating, excited puppers just !!!!!
all the bonding! ALL THE BONDING.
also imagine Elwin just putting little Clive on his shoulders and parading him around while they chat about everything under the sun because they are best friends okay
tell Elwin about everything. tell him about your day. tell him about that bug you saw out in the garden. tell him about that one cloud that looks like some random animal that you didn't quite recognize but wanted to pet anyway !!! IDK
He'll listen and be so fascinated because you are his bestest best friend and he loves you okay