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[florxlia]

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By NYAHALLO

[fallenshepherd]

@mxmoria liked for a starter in the Black Rose Timetravel verse

There was a shadow in the Crystarium, lurking up in the rafters of the Crystal Tower or walking the paved pathways at night, keeping watch for threats or Sin Eaters. It was no secret, and no danger, and so the Crystarium knew the shadow clad in a plain black tunic that walked with the same quiet cadence that the Traveler did, when they visited or helped the guards. All the inhabitants had seen it, once or twice, but Azem wondered if the new arrival to the First would have been warned.

For a moment they considered it, the plain tunic a far cry from what most Ascians wore, and then they thought better of it and exerted their will over the world, and gone were the tunic and the mask, chosen instead plain pale armor and a silver circlet to hold back their hair, as they appeared on the ground floor and approached the newcomer. Atria.

“Dare I hope you have been adjusting well to the Crystarium?” They asked, voice soft, and yet perfectly audible despite the chaos of people coming and going. “Yours has been a path longer than most.”

They knew it, for they had helped the Exarch call her. But that was knowledge better kept under wraps for now.

[fragmentedlegends]

Royal Family Mausoleum

Queen Calista, along with all other deceased members of the royal family, is buried in the royal family’s mausoleum. This large building is somewhat like a catacomb in that it has numerous lower ground levels deep into the earth. Flame torches are used when descending downward. 

When she passed, King Rhoam had a life-sized marble statue made in her likeness which stands watch over her coffin. The statue depicts her smiling gently down with one hand placed over her heart and the other lovingly outreached in offering. He brings fresh flowers to it regularly and sits to talk to his beloved, voice echoing in the empty chambers. No one is allowed to disturb him during such times. 

[fragmentedlegends]

KING RHOAM’S LAST GOODBYE

'Cause when it’s COLD

I’ll wrap my scarf around you

And when it’s HOT

I’ll place your head into my hands

And when you scream that IT’S NOT FAIR It’s like I’ve gone off to the coast Left you behind just standing there Pretending not to see YOUR GHOST If only you could hear my voice But you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear Just because I left doesn’t mean that I’m not still there

I get to watch you GROW UP now And make me PROUD, make all of those MISTAKES that make me laugh, oh darling lord how you make me laugh Get DRUNK for me, SING LOUDER than you’ve sung for me, GROW YOUNG each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world Cos you were ALWAYS STRONG, When you were young, you’d kick things just to see if they would fall They said “that girl she’s WRONG” But I’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a CLUE, you haven't got a fucking clue And I’m SO PROUD of you And when they laugh at us You’ll feel my fingers down your back And when you scream I’M NOT ALRIGHT

And throw my picture at the wall

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY  LIGHT And keep me SAFE against them all How could you LEAVE ME here” you’ll scream And louder, I’ll scream back to you from that unknown And say,

I know you’re strong enough to do this on your own.

[fragmentedlegends]

The Queens Death

Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed When the moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any

It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever

[fallenshepherd]

💙

Send 💙 to put a blanket on my muse || Accepting Verse: Tempered Azem

Azem did not realize they were shivering until they felt the soft weight of the blanket settling over their shoulders, until they raised their head to set it on Urianger, then slowly allowed a smile to settle over their features. It reached their eyes, this time, quiet and gentle and hiding both fear and hope.

In another day, in a less dire situation, ignoring the cold would have been easy. Right then and there, as they waited, casting no shadow as they sat next to the fire, they were far too weakened to even notice that. And exhausted as they were, they didn't dare fall asleep. The rest of the Scions would arrive before long.

Urianger had spoken, as Azem had asked him to stay, as he had stayed his hand, of a cure for Tempering. And Azem, almost dead and now healing, even if slowly, aware as they'd become that something in their mind was not as it should be, had decided it was worth hoping.

If they were wrong, the situation would soon be dire. But if they weren't... Astraeus had loved the Scions like family. To regard them and struggle to reconcile that past and the disdain housed in their mind after Ascension was excruciating. The headaches, whenever they attempted to question their path, were not better.

It was worth making the attempt, and so they had stayed, watching the fire and remembering a burning city, and then the hearths of many homes.

They glanced at Urianger as well, their gaze once again gentler, remembering feelings warm and cozy and scary as well, and wondering if they could return, if there truly was a cure. If their trust was not misplaced.

"You too look cold." They spoke, their voice almost a rasp. "Do you want to share the blanket?"

[fallenshepherd]

@ancalagxn || Continued from here

They’d had no need to do that, and yet it was those small gestures, those small kindnesses, what Azem indulged in to keep sane. They mattered little, in the grand scheme of things. But they mattered to them.

Weird, however, was an interesting choice of a word.

“The culture of the Steppe is one I am not very familiar with.” They considered, after a moment of consideration. “I find it fascinating.” They added, before nodding at the drink Ancalagon held. “What is that made of?”

[fallenshepherd]

“ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ” (from expurgator!Morganaux)

There are very few sentences as disquieting as being told not to panic, and Ascian that they might be, Azem is not exempt from the moment of worry before the rest of the words sink in, and then the Traveler nods, still looking forward and only glancing to the side just ever so slightly.

Their aethersight, however, is soon focused on their surroundings, not that it will help much: the crowd around them is thick enough that only very familiar souls might stand out... or not even then.

"When did you notice?" They ask Morganaux, with the same tone they'd use to talk about the weather. "What else can you tell me? Do they seem nervous, do they seem aggressive?"

Were they after them both, after Azem or after Morganaux? Did they wish for help or to harm them?

"Nevertheless, we must do something about this. Perhaps surprise them, turn the follower into the followed." They hum.