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[theirlegacies]

a no-frills, fantasy multimuse blog written by sarah

more info here: https://theirlegacies.carrd.co - and ask prompts are here!

updated 29/6/21 - work on my extended biographies has begun and can be found here. carrd has also been updated. to be done still: alaric, apollo, babita, faewynn and phyrra.

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everybody say happy birthday to beau dawnstrider

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super late but here’s a very specific ship dynamic i’ve been obssessed with recently

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sunszenith​:

# THEIRLEGACIES & # HERBINDINGS : LOVE ME ETERNALLY.

𝕮aelia poured the wine into their glasses and Leona was quick to take a sip from hers. That was the exact moment when the Ra’horak warrior knew that her Commander had had a long, and difficult day.    ❝    Beau is right. You can rest up now, love. The day’s work is done.    ❞    Leona nodded, and let out a sigh she hadn’t noticed she was holding in. When Beau returned, she looked at her and propped her chin up on her hand. She looked tired, but like she was fighting it. Caelia looked towards Beau as well, with a bit of a concerned expression.

❝    Are these playing cards?    ❞    Leona asked before anyone else could say anything, however. She picked one up from the top of the stack and examined it. It certainly didn’t look like any card she had ever seen before, but it was beautiful. The gold ink shined in the warm light inside the kitchen.    ❝    Ah…    ❞    Putting the card back where it’d been, Leona looked sheepish, but interested. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to know about this strange deck. Caelia smiled at her, finding it quite adorable though she didn’t voice such thoughts.

❝    Was Ishgard where you were from? I vaguely remember you talking about it.    ❞    Asked Leona, with a furrow between her brows. It’s not that she hadn’t been listening, more that Beau had a habit of speaking a lot, and it’d been a lot to take in at times. But as always, the Solari Commander was eager to know about the world her lover had come from. And Caelia was equally interested in learning about it. The two Targonians eyed their lover with no small amount of curiosity.

❝    What’s an Astrologian?    ❞    Caelia chimed in. She took a sip from her drink and assumed a similar position as Leona, with her hands folded under her chin. It was nice, when they had moments together, all three of them. Preferably they would spend their time together that way, only they were all rather duty bound, and that wasn’t likely to ever change. Still, being busy just meant that one learned to appreciate moments like these when one had them.

        they  took  note  of  Caelia’s  concerned  expression;  a  quiet  affirmation  to  the  other  that  something  may  have  been  playing  on  their  partners  mind.  luckily  for  them,  then,  that  Leona  had  taken  such  an  interest  in  the  deck.  Beau  was  quick  to  take  advantage  of  the  curiosity  she’d  shown.  ❝  oh  --  no,  no.  they  are...  arcana?  I  suppose  you  could  technically  play  a  card  game  with  the  arcana,  but  that  isn’t  their  purpose.  people  would  look  to  the  stars  for  their  answers;  questions  regarding  their  fate  --  and  you  can  utilise  these  cards  to  attempt  to  find  such  answers.  it’s  quite  interesting!  we  could  try  it,  if  you’d  li--?  ❞

        it  appeared  that  her  speaking  about  customs  from  her  own  world  had  caused  the  two  of  them  to  team  up.  not  that  Beau  cared  at  all;  glad  was  she  to  answer  their  questions  when  they  had  them,  though  she  feared  that  the  remnants  of  their  day  would  be  spent  answering  questions  about  a  world  far  away,  and  not  upon  the  moment  they  had  together  right  here.  that  hardly  stopped  her  from  answering,  however.   ❝  ah--  Ishgard  was  a  placed  I’d  lived  for  a  while  --  but  it’s  not  where  i’m  from,  no.  it’s  important  to  me  all  the  same,  though.  as  for  what  an  Astrologian  is?  they  are...  star-mages,  I  suppose  is  the  easiest  way  to  put  it.  fate-weavers;  they  utilise  astromancy  --  a  school  of  magic  that  not  only  utilises  the  stars,  but  charts  their  courses.  I  would  be  glad  to  show  you  sometime,  though...  I  would  much  prefer  to  keep  my  head  out  of  the  clouds  while  I’m  with  the  company  of  you  both.  ❞

        that  was  when  they  chose  to  reach  for  their  own  wine  glass.  they  were  not  really  one  for  drinking,  though  there  was  a  level  of  trust  between  the  group  here  --  thus  she  would  allow  herself  a  sip,  and  hope  that  the  action  would  become  accustomed  to  her  once  more.  ❝  that  being  said...  we  do  have  the  choice.  I  could  answer  more  of  your  questions,  if  you’d  like?  or...  if  you’d  rather  we  keep  our  options  open,  I  could  show  you  at  least  how  the  arcana  work?  what  would  you  like,  Leona?  Caelia  and  I  have  had  the  whole  day  together...  the  choice  is  entirely  your  own;  I  know  both  she  and  I  would  accommodate  you.  ❞

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sunszenith​:

@theirlegacies​​​.

𝖂histling a tune, Leona walked down the hallways within the mountain that would lead to her place. She knew her lovers would be there when she arrived, putting a bit of a bounce in her step. Her arms were filled with goods from the market  —  ingredients for dinner, pastries for the following day. Knocking on the door, she pushed it open with her foot and entered. When she saw Beau and Caelia sitting by the kitchen island, her features soon erupted into a large smile.    ❝    Good evening, can someone help with these?    ❞    She asked, nearly dropping a loaf of bread on the floor.

Caelia rose from her seat and barely caught it in her hand before it had a chance to fall. She then gave Leona a chaste kiss on the cheek as she grabbed one of the bags, which was put away on the kitchen counter.    ❝    You should have told us to go shopping, Leo. We’ve been at home all day.    ❞    The Ra’horak warrior said, looking at Beau. Leona hummed. She’d had so much on her mind, she’d completely forgotten she’d given Caelia the day off. Shaking her head, she looked at the two and smiled.

❝    Right, I should have done that.    ❞

She didn’t dwell on it, though, in fact she seemed happy to take her mind off things for a bit. She sat down by the kitchen island and folded her hands over the counter.    ❝    So, what have you been up to today? Hopefully nothing too exciting without me?    ❞    Caelia went into the kitchen and fixed them three wine glasses and a bottle from Leona’s stash. Then she returned to her seat, spreading the glasses out between the three of them. She winked at Beau, before saying,    ❝    No, we would never.    ❞

        Beau  knew  almost  immediately  that  Caelia  would  be  the  first  to  jump  to  the  other’s  side,  and  she  would  gladly  allow  them  to  do  so.  she  could  only  smile  at  watching  the  scene  unfold;  Leona  was  not  exactly  struggling,  though  perhaps  she  was  carrying  just  a  little  bit  too  much  for  her  own  comfort  --  and  where  Caelia  diligently  caught  the  loaf  of  bread  falling  to  the  floor  (  followed  soon  after  with  her  taking  a  bag  from  the  other,  )  Beau  would  focus  first  on  lightening  the  other’s  workload,  ensuring  an  even  distribution  between  the  three.

        ❝  it  appears  to  have  slipped  your  mind  again,  hmm?  ❞  Beau  asked  innocently,  though  she’d  not  deny  the  curiosity  attached.  perhaps  it  was  their  kinship  that  allowed  Beau  to  feel  the  weight  the  warrior  carried;  so  familiar  was  the  feeling,  and  yet  it  was  a  journey  only  they  could  make.  Caelia,  Beau  surmised,  could  likely  feel  it  too  --  but  what  were  they  to  do  besides  support  their  partner?  there  was  a  hint  of  concern;  a  touch  of  melancholy,  though  quickly  masked  as  she,  too,  would  place  a  tender  kiss  to  her  lover’s  cheek.  ❝  no  bother  --  you’re  here  now,  and  we’ve  distributed  just  fine  between  us,  mm?  ❞

        Beau  was  glad  to  take  on  the  role  of  sorting  away  the  groceries  Leona  had  collected,  all  the  while  they  listened  in  to  the  conversation  between  the  two.  she  hummed  quietly  to  herself,  offering  to  Caelia  a  quick  kiss  to  her  cheek  as  she  passed  through,  though  by  the  time  she  had  collected  what  she  had  been  looking  for  the  groceries  had  already  been  placed  --  the  important  ones,  anyway;  perishables  and  their  liking.  Beau  could  not  deny  the  flush  that  rose  to  her  cheeks  as  Caelia  winked  towards  her,  though  she  was  quick  to  regard  Leona  with  the  answer  to  her  query.

        ❝  Caelia’s  teasing  aside...  I  was  talking  with  her  some  more  about  stories  from  where  I  come  from,  and  activities  I’d  engage  in  during  my  spare  time  --  when  I  had  it.  ❞  she  reached  to  the  cards,  still  resting  upon  the  countertop,  and  brought  them  to  the  centre  of  the  trio’s  attention.  ❝  the  astrologians  of  Ishgard  would  look  to  the  stars  for  their  answers,  and  I  found  it  quite  fascinating  as  a  study.  our  day  may  have  been  filled  with  some  other  activities...  though  I  promised  i’d  not  engage  in  anything  proper  until  you’d  finished  with  your  duties  for  the  day.  I  know  you  were  just  as  curious  about  me  when  we  met,  after  all.  I  thought  I  could  share  this  interest  with  you  both!  --...ah,  if  you’d  like...?  ❞

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callout for raphael @indeath / @hemorage / @qinqov

trigger warnings include: abuse, sexual abuse, verbal / emotional abuse, mentions of guns / shootings, sexual harassment, cheating, heavy usage of gendered slurs (c*nt and b*tch), extreme amounts of gaslighting and manipulation and guilt tripping, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, suicide baiting, ableism (especially of bpd and the demonization of people with bpd, gatekeeping disorders), racism (especially making asian stereotypes and asian fetishization, and antisemitism), fatphobia, mentions of pedophilia, brief mentions of rape. 

if i missed any triggers, please let me know. i tried to detail them all here.

please read this with caution, should you choose to. if you cannot at any point continue, please do not, for your own sake. i don’t want to trigger anyone or upset anyone. i just want to share my story and thank you to everyone giving me a chance to speak and hear me out.

** and please, raphael prefers they / them pronouns from people who are not mutuals with them. please respect that.

and once again please do not message them, or anyone else, on my behalf. just please do not. i am happy that anyone wants to defend me or any other victims, but please don’t. i don’t want any more problems and i am capable of speaking for myself.

here is the link to the google doc containing the callout. please reblog this post if you feel comfortable sharing. thank you.

it is extremely lengthy. there are A LOT of receipts. i can’t blame anyone for looking at this and feeling like it’s ridiculous for the length and i don’t expect anyone to actually look through everything that’s in there, but i ask that you give me a chance to hear me out on some of these things. i won’t have raphael or their friends slander me anymore or make up lies about me. i disprove all of their lies here. many of the links redirecting to imgurs or twitter posts are also extensive and long. i didn’t mean for things to get as long as they did but i’m wordy and just … raphael is genuinely so horrible and there was just. an immense number of things to unpack. i apologize.

this post is a long time coming and i am sorry this took so long and to drag it out this far. i struggle a lot with adhd and just managing my spoons but i finally got it done. this comes on the heels of my original posts i wrote here, but i finally finished the doc that is a culmination of that post and more, including things i posted on twitter and MORE things i hadn’t shared on twitter yet.

i truly didn’t want things to have to come this far but idk i didn’t have a choice anymore. raphael continued to lie and undermine me and continued to try to slander me to people and blame me and scapegoat me for things THEY did. i can not give them any benefit of the doubt at all. i cannot listen to ANYONE who tries to defend them saying that raphael wanted to genuinely say sorry to me because every step of the way, with them continuing to make up lies about me and show people out of context one-sided conversations as “gotchas” against me, they proved that they didn’t care and that they’re not sorry.

this is not meant to isolate raphael or push them out or whatever.

i don’t care if people are friends with raphael. what i do care about is accountability, and that’s something raphael has never known for all of these years. raphael has apologized for the events of the past callout, but i’ve since dug out proof that it was just performative and they didn’t mean it. so i’m not interested in their apologies either because i know it won’t be sincere.

all i am asking for is that raphael admits to being wrong and that they did abuse me and other people. that’s all. they don’t think they’re in the wrong so i know they won’t say sorry, but i just want acknowledgement. they abused me. they abused me for nearly four years. and for years, they twisted the narrative to their friends. my friends. so for years these people also pretended to be my friend and would shit talk me behind my back and share screenshots of my vents to raphael and listen to a one-sided story from raphael and not even ask me for my side. on one hand i can’t blame people because raphael has spent YEARS warping their perception of me with lies and manipulations and gaslighting them too but there’s only so much i can excuse. when i show people screenshots of the horrible way raphael spoke to me, i’m still/?? the aggressor? 

anyways i don’t know what else to write here. i’ve said so much as it is. i just want people to look critically at what raphael put me through for the last 4 years. i want raphael to evaluate their own actions and take responsibility for their actions. it’s not ok. what i went through was not ok. what everyone else went through wasn’t ok. i didn’t deserve this and neither did anyone else they abused or hurt.

my dms are open to anyone who wants to make a comment about raphael, close some old wounds, talk things out, etc. but anon is going to be disabled the second i get anything shitty. i don’t want to hear from raphael, ana, forza, or lazarus in my dms. the only thing i ever want to hear from any of these people are apologies and it better be publicly because i never want to open my messages to find they’ve block evaded me to harass me.

i just want raphael to admit they’re in the wrong and try to change and do better and take responsibility and hold themselves accountable for their actions but i don’t believe it’ll happen. raphael hasn’t changed at all over the years.

IF YOU ARE RAPHAEL’S FRIEND, please read this. please look through even any bit of this, especially anything with big long screenshot evidence. please be critical of who you’re friends with and the lies they’re feeding you and how they manipulate the narrative to slander me and anyone else who has fallen out with them. i am begging you to look at this. i do not care if you remain their friend. all i am asking of you is that you do not DARE try to tell me that raphael isn’t abusive or that they’re remorseful or sorry for anything they’ve done because they aren’t. they ARE an abuser. to deny that is to step on all of their victims and our experiences and the things we had to endure because of them. stay their friend all you want. i do not care. help them get better. all i am asking is that you SEE this for what it is and you don’t let them get away with it and you BELIEVE US. the victims. please.

thank you to everyone who has supported me through this. thank you for giving me a chance to tell my side of the story. if anyone manages to get through this at all, thank you for bearing with me and sticking through it.

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          ❝    Darkness does not always equate to evil,                                                            just as light does not always bring good.    ❞ 

              Indie, private, selective ffxiv non-wol oc Nox, written by Moon.

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Pull away the world from me, I don’t mind. As long as they don’t separate you from me I’ll be fine.

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beau went to the beach, met a viera she’s been wanting to for a while, had some cakes in their cafe and left them with an investment. it was a good time ^_^

no, she doesn’t mind that her feet got wet.

@enavance - bc i wanted these on tumblr as well as twitter x_x

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what is your underlying motif?

the bread - alaric

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

the coffee - apollo, phyrra

whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. you aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. you’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? an unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone... I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.

the dog - babita, sivir

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

the home - beau

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

the lightning rod - faewynn

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

the orange - lena

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

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tagging: @tartarusdwelt ; @sunszenith (on anyone) ; @a-la-mort (also on anyone) ; @lacruor ; @vierandancer ; @constellatory ; @frostchild ; @lifelied & anyone else who’d like to :)

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girl help i want more threads

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" why don't you do somethin' more interesting than owning a bar , anyway ? " her words are slurring alongside over the top gestures . she feels better drunk than she ever has in her lifetime . " you could do anything , like... like climb a mountain or... fight god... or... somethin' . " her last suggestion makes her think too hard , and her features twist to try and battle the questions running around her brain . " hey alaric... if you fought god... would you become god ? or would you still be alaric ? and then everyone would have to pray to alaric . like... dear alaric... i want a puppy for my birthday... oh man... i really want a puppy alaric . go fight god so you can get me one . "

( from akali )

unprompted asks // always accepting. @lacruor

        ❝ more interesting -- than this?! well -- maybe you have a point; it really does depend on the company i'm keeping as to whether I enjoy their drunken stupors. yours is most entertaining though, and I don't say that lightly! ❞ poor girl was going around in circles; the dice hadn't been in her favour at all that night, it seemed -- though given her latest attempt at besting him in shake, rattle and roll, perhaps her luck was turning around.

        ❝ oho! stop your thought there -- you got an eight! now, much as I would like to weigh in on the concept of fighting and becoming god, I am quite content being just Alaric; and you, Akali. that being said! should you best me... then by all means, I will go out and find for you a puppy suiting your calibre. no ifs, ands or buts! ❞ perhaps the tiefling should have asked before beginning his roll -- though he saw no reason to; he was asking nothing of her if he won, after all. at least, not yet. as fingers released the dice and allowed them to tumble into the box provided he could only look at her with a sympathetic look. a proud one, too -- but sympathetic all the same.

        ❝ shake, ❞ he removed the six, ❝ --rattle, ❞ then the five, ❝ --...and roll. ❞ the four he rolled was pushed aside, leaving two dice in play. ❝ hm, six. I suppose I shall take my chances with my last two rolls then! let's see -- a puppy for my dearest patron tonight, or...? ❞ he threw the dice into the tray again, peering down to see two sixes staring back at him.

        ❝ --pity. ❞ he spoke, after a longing pause. ❝ I was hoping for a puppy. ah well! a drink instead, Akali -- and a good one, too; sure to put a fire in your chest. ❞ he spoke of this drink with such reverence and yet, in the time he had spent with her he had at least learned something. she, like many others, simply wanted a place to belong for a time; a place to feel... comforted, perhaps; to forget ones troubles. he had certainly achieved that with the alcohol, but now? something a little more special was called for.

        ❝ if you can think of a name for this concoction, it'll be on the house. no pressure -- enjoy it all the same. ❞ the glass he provided to her was filled with shimmering liquid; amethyst in colour. a spritzing of lemon completed the drink and he handed it to her with a grin on his face. ❝ perhaps the warmth and comfort it brings to you will cancel out the requirement for the puppy. at least, for the evening. now -- shall we play again? ❞

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my page crashed before it posted but tl;dr re: the blizzard lawsuit. i’ve seen it. i’m not surprised yet still utterly disgusted. Beau has always been her own character and Azeroth simply the template upon which I built her, and I think the majority of the wow rpc are the same. all of my purchases have been made through gold in the last year or so, but that also leaves a sour taste in my mouth now and so i’ll not be making any purchases unless drastic change occurs. i don’t think you’re a bad person or morally wrong if you decide not to do this, as I know Azeroth is a home for a lot of people. I personally can go without it, because I have for a long time already - in writing and gameplay both.

Beau will continue to have her WoW verse because it’s basically my own using Azeroth as a template. no different from using a fantasy based world, in my eyes. she is already largely unaffiliated with Blizzard. i fully support and stand with the people affected by this - however small my voice, i want it to be heard and want to take a stand with them.

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❝ without you i would have lost my way a thousand times. ❞ || for beau ||

assassins' creed valhalla prompts // accepting. @truthblood

        ❝ strong words, coming from yourself. I'm... humbled that you would think so highly of me. ❞ could she be surprised, though? they had, after all, found one another at low points in their respective lives and had spent a great deal of that time together. of course, with others -- and with conflict; bickering; arguments. all the same, though: together.

        ❝ I think we'd have found each other even still -- perhaps you did lose your way, but we were headed to the same destination. we shared a common goal, but were walking different paths. at least, I think that's what he said. something like that, right? do you remember? ❞ Beau had taken them to heart when Midgardsormr has spoken them toward the other; it had been true, after all -- and she had believed it as much then as she did now, with hindsight in mind. before she could hear the other's answer, however, she had already shook her head, offering a small laugh.

        ❝ no matter -- my point being that... yours was just as important as mine. i'd have not known where to go next without your guidance. perhaps then it did not come from a good place, but I have never blamed you for it. please know that. such guilt is a burden that is difficult to bear and I cannot stop your feeling, but I can offer you support. support... and, I suppose, the fruit of our joint labours. tell me: how is it you feel now, seeing your distant dream form into a very near, very tangible reality? whenever we have made any progress, any at all, I think of you and yours. you were brave to have that dream, and I am glad I could have helped you see it through. ❞

        bo'dariel -- you have been rambling again. the thought to herself echoed in her mind and, again, she laughed; she always ended up doing this, for better or worse. perhaps it was to make up for her large portions of silence when adventuring. now would be when she would finally accept the compliment in its entirety. a delicate smile crossed her features as she looked to the elezen, offering a polite bow of her head alongside her words: ❝ thank you. I appreciate your words, truly. ❞

[theirlegacies]

❝ we’ll forge a warrior from your softness, hammered on the anvil of war. ❞ ( kestradormi @ beau ! )

assassins' creed valhalla prompts // accepting. @constellatory

❝ a warrior of me? do you really think so? ❞ a moot point; she was, after all, speaking to a bronze. there was an irony to be noted, however -- what with the fact that the half elf had barely reached adulthood and was currently sitting in the other's presence in armour that was far, far too big for her; a legacy to a man whom she both loved and, admittedly, had not really known.

could warriors be soft? the world was not particularly gentle; even the wyrmlings had a bite to them that she had to prepare herself for -- and there was much worse beyond the caverns. the ghouls that she had barely escaped from to get here, for example. yet there was worse still, and she had barely survived that altercation.

she pondered the concept all the same, however. she'd like to be soft, still. there were too many people who had been hardened by their battles. they'd forgotten how to live, she thought -- though it wasn't to say she had any idea how to, more that she had been considerably more at peace before war had come to her. not a war between factions, though, but a grander one; a more frightening one. she understood, in part, what the other was saying: she would have to be forged; she wished to be there.

❝ i'd rather like to keep my softness. ❞ she spoke her thoughts to the other, offering a smile. ❝ would you consider it an impossibility? can one be both soft and a warrior; a hero... and happy? I've yet to meet a soldier who is glad to be where he is, doing what he is doing. I don't ask to be happy to hurt others... but to have confidence that I am doing what is right; to hope for a better tomorrow. might I be forged this way? ❞

her innocence was telling; she had much to learn, still.