#xbadnews

[astrummorte-m]

rise and rise again until lambs become lions

@xbadnews ( per.cival de ro.lo aesthetic )

[bookofvesper]

@xbadnews​ sent

“Choose your next words carefully. They may be your last.“ 

She held her hands at her sides, the classic surrender move. The boy (hardly a boy but it was what came to her mind) held a gun on her, in her own little room at the Sun Kissed Inn. She knew what it was, exactly, that gun. She dreamt about it. She had the makings of that very weapon in a box, in pieces and not enough of them to craft together just yet.

She didn’t know who this was... and yet she did. She saw him, she dreamt of him, being tortured, running away. Him and a girl. With white streaks in her hair, thicker than the few in Vesper’s.

She was scared, but she could see how scared he was, too. Vesper reached for a book on the top of her low bookcase, littered with a few knick knacks and pens and pretty stationary she couldn’t really afford. But she hardly knew many people to write to. The journal was blue with a silver tree etched into it’s cover. She said nothing, opening it up with one hand to show him, this boy she knew somehow but couldn’t name. A sketch of that gun, notes in Vesper’s handwriting, her large swooping capitals and loops, her sharp tiny peaks and corners. And always, only in blue ink.

Vesper didn’t expect to be so scared. Seeing him or the girl, she thought more would come to her, piece of a puzzle fitting easily together to create the picture of... something. But she merely had more questions. And she didn’t even know where to start.

“I know you... but I don’t know how.”

[whalefelled]

Vexahlia literally at any any point "my husband is so smart and he makes things that are amazing and I love him"

also vexahlia: "my husband should be considered a war criminal for a significant portion of his actions"

[astrummorte-m]

"You're my sibling's new friend, right?" eyes crinkle at the edges with mirth, amusement, perhaps even mischief. "Percy, yeah? Oops, sorry, ehw... uh... hold on, I've got this, I did some reading..." he thinks for a moment.

"Lord... Percival von... nope. Percival Fredrickstein von Must- MUSEL... hm. You have a really long name, if I remember right. Lord... okay. I got it. I gooot it, I got it, got it yeah okay- Lord Percival Freidrickstein von-

𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚."

@xbadnews ( percy ) is probably laughing a little.

[bookofvesper]

@xbadnews​ sent...

“I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.“

“Knowing someone was going to leave you doesn’t make it any less terrible.”

Vecna was defeated, but their party was one short. Vax’ildan had always been kind to her, and she couldn’t help but have a little crush on him, despite his obvious affection for Keyleth.

She sat at one of the graves, turning the ring on her finger. Mother’s ring, they’d told her, though she imagined it had been some engagement ring. Foolishly hoping some handsome knight would come to Westruun and claim he’d been looking for her all this time... And kiss her and she’d remember everything that was missing. Instead, she had a grave of a lover she barely could recall anything about. And it was empty. The stone of Robin’s marker was new, recently commissioned by Vesper, more for his family, knowing he had saved her and not turned against Whitestone with the Briarwoods. But she was here more often, the fewer pieces she remembered.

[allexandrianrejects]

❛ how could you think i'd scare so easily? ❜ @ victorina!

“The dragon is never easy to control, and I know people who aren’t used to people like me and my cousin can get, uneasy around draconic sorcerers. You’ve seen our tempers. They burn hot. I figured…” she looked at Percival, the burn blisters on his wrist. Minor. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed by a healing word. And on top of that, an accident. She’d moved too quickly, both her mind and her body, and a fiery grasp meant for an enemy had encircled his wrist. Victorina had been mortified. “All the same, I hope you know I’m sorry. I should have been paying more attention.”

[allexandrianrejects]

❛ we didn't get it right but we did our best. ❜ @ alexei!

Alexei looked at the man in front of him, at the way his mouth moved. The white hair... surely this was the person who had been in his fuzzy memory as he awoke, as he remembered a glint of glasses, clammy skin under his touch. Someone he'd taken care of a lifetime ago. All of his senses had not yet come to him, and so he'd not the sense to clean himself up; greasepaint remained in his hair, and blood trickled down his face from how his ears had been cut to points, a representation of a half-elf's pointed ears. It took a few tries for his mouth to form words, the hoarse sounds dying in his throat. "What else can be asked but one's best?" He could not blame someone who was the only good feeling he'd had since he awoken. "You are not at fault for what had happened to me, whatever all of it entailed... I confess, I don't remember much at all."

[allexandrianrejects]

❛ there's a part of me, i'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life. ❜ @ alexei!

It didn't take a genius to guess what moment that was. It was one that Alexei himself had seen, and in some ways, was a part of. There was no blood on his hands, but he had known. He'd not warned Percy to tell his family, only spoken to his mother and her allies to spare his friend. They needn't know there was anything more to it than him finally finding a friend. Alexei bit his bottom lip; his hands were shaking subtly at his sides. Nerves about being near Percy again after all that had happened, or were his humors once again out of balance?

"We're much different people now than we once were," he began, locking eyes with him. "It's... strange seeing how much you've changed. Even from the time we met to the time I saw you last. That change was heartbreaking." He wanted to comfort him, to apologize, to do anything to make up for the pain. "All I can hope that now, with the Briarwoods taken care of, you can begin to heal, my old friend."