The Rose With Thorns

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[darkdiamond2016]

[vxrificdfcte]

“𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.”

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[vhsmeme]

* hug prompts

send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.

a hug with a forehead kiss

a relieved hug

a hug to say sorry

a hug from behind

a good morning hug

a goodnight hug

a hug where one muse picks the other up

the hug that comes after a bad dream

a hug that isn’t returned

a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug

a hug for good luck

the hug that comes after a rough day

an angry hug

a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow

a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug

a goodbye hug

a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing

the hug that lasts longer than the rest

the hug that ends too soon

an overjoyed hug

a tearful hug

a protective hug

the final hug

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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[vxrificdfcte]

“𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.”

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[viii63-deactivated20180810]

[ydotome]

I’m sober now.

[rpmusings-galore]

                               ❝  That’s the last song you’ll ever sing.  ❞

[vxrificdfcte]

@narcasse

It was only a matter of time before the musician caved in. Years of emotional pain mixed with nightmares, well... ones worse than the ones from his past, anyways... Was it possible to be more broken than he was right now? Probably, but that wasn’t what concerned him right now. It would all end soon anyways, or so Gieve had hoped. Ten years had passed, and his condition had clearly only worsened by the day. A decade since the death of his comrades, even Lord Daryun... And who’s fault was it?

His.

Or so he now believed. Most likely it was impossible to tell him otherwise. If he’d been quicker, smarter... No. Would that have mattered against the man that wielded the blade that slew them? Why was Gieve the only one left alive..? It wasn’t fair, not in the slightest. 

And the bard had finally had enough of it all.

The male had already managed to secure a location away from civilization, positive that no one would bother coming out so far. The only items on him being the instrument he cherished so much [because at least he’d have it beside him in death as he originally wanted it to], and the blade he wielded that took so many lives... And his own would soon follow suit.

Perhaps a stupid way to go... But what other option is there? He had nowhere to go now, no comrades to exchange tales with. No one to protect... Was he even worthy of such actions now?

“... No...”

But before the sword could pierce his skin anymore than it already had.. Dulled, lifeless eyes had widened in shock for what felt like the first in a millennia, gazing at what he had expected to be naught but an illusion. How... Of everyone to be alive... The bard could have sworn this man had perished so long ago. Why did he return now? Yet more importantly, why had the tactician stopped him? He would’ve been free of his suffering...

“W-Why...”

“... Y-You’re supposed to... be dead... News of it spread like wildfire...” Narsus had, by now, seen Gieve at his weakest. The musician couldn’t hide it even if he tried, both the pain that rang through his now-bloodied arms and torso, as well as the pain in those familiar teal irises while the painter had taken the opportunity to relieve the broken, teary-eyed male of his only attempt at freedom. “How... How are you alive, Narsus?!”

[vxrificdfcte]

“And yet here I stand. ‘Tis a shame… on your end, at least.”

He said that, yet his whole body had been prepared for battle if even the slightest sign of one showed itself. Gieve was usually rather confident, but not so much as to make him a fool. He knew who he was dealing with… yet he also knew Hilmes’ weakness. Something the musician could use to his advantage, when needed. 

A single eyebrow was raised in both curiosity and slight mocking, his own teal irises observing whatever move the prince may make. Gieve’s own swordsmanship was admirable, but there was no way he was as good as his other companions. One false move and who knows where his head would be.

“You would attempt to force a fellow Parsian out of his own home? Quite the prince, you are.” A click of the tongue, followed by a small shrug. Perhaps he was poking the beast a bit much, but he felt confident enough that Silvermask wasn’t going to attack him… yet. And there were a few lit torches, if the bard needed them. “I’m not here for you… for now. Unless you think you’d risk any unnecessary conflicts… I’m sure Lord Daryun would come running if he heard you were nearby.”

[simplyonehellofahokage]

What am I going to tell you? You’re better off not knowing the trouble I’m in. I don’t want you to worry about what I’ve just seen, about where I’ve just been. You don’t have to be apart of this, I don’t think I want you to be…you don’t need this. You don’t need me.

Steven Universe, episode 53 “Full Disclosure.” (via simplyonehellofahokage)

[narcasse-blog1]

@vxrificdfcte cont ( ♙ ) ;;

Ah, of course, cavorting with  Daryun has dragged Gieve deep into the fray as well. That blackguard! how could he not have known? That perfidious scoundrel has been talking behind his back about his art! Once this is all over, he’ll see if he would give that brute a piece of the mind until he is lectured senseless.

          “…. nevermind.” Narsus says; there’d be more time to talk about Daryun later. For now, important matters rests at hands. 

          “Gieve … it seems an audience has taken interest whereto we tread. The smell of Caecubum, do you know of it?” A manner of wine whose origins repose within Maryam and their prevalent winemaking. The only deduction that comes of it, “It is my belief that we are pursued by Lusitanians.”

[vxrificdfcte]

The bard says nothing about the painter’s short remark, instead keeping his focus on their surroundings for a couple moments. Gieve had truthfully yet to lay his own eyes upon the other’s canvas, but if Daryun’s words were to be trusted then perhaps praying to Ashi so much had not fully gone in vain.

“Ooh, that wine? I don’t know if those lusitanians are being smart or foolish by using the stench of alcohol around us…” That was no excuse not to let go of his weapon, however. Even alcohol could be used as a weapon, but whether or not the enemy knew how to use it would be found out in time. “It’ll be interesting to see how our little friends play this out, nonetheless.”

“I trust that you will be able to devise a plan? I’m at your disposal, should you need it.” The musician was already prepared to act, despite his laid-back demeanor. Proof of the confidence that the man held all this time. “I was hoping to avoid them, but when push comes to shove… Let’s not keep them waiting, alright?”

[vxrificdfcte]

"Gieve, did you smell that?"

“Are you sure that it isn’t that paint of yours causing this stench, Narsus-kyou? You’ve been reeking of it ever since we departed from Peshawar.” 

While it was slightly true, Gieve had meant that more as a jest than as an actual statement. The musician, while being fairly new to the group, had already memorized the scent of the paints Narsus used during their leisure. But the smaller male knew all too well that this wasn’t what the tactician meant, as his own guard hadn’t lowered ever since their departure. 

With a small moment of silence, the swordsman had slowed his horse in an attempt to observe their own surroundings. Whether it was the enemy, some wild animal or their imaginations, the bard knew better than to take these things lightly. Past experiences led him to keep his sword on hand at all times, and right now was a perfect example of how serious he could be when it was needed.

“… Some sort of powder, or maybe oil…? The scent is emitting from further to our left, I believe…”

If this was some sort of joke being played on him, then this wasn’t funny. Usually he could take one, but with how their current situation was, even the musician wasn’t making any snarky remarks at this time. With a sigh and another glance to Narsus, Gieve’s hand rested near his blade, but not directly on it. Hopefully the musician wasn’t being made a fool of… “But I definitely smell something.. In any case, do you think it may be the enemy..? Or are you trying to make a fool of me?”

[genosus]

“I am a traveling musician, I play the oud. I’m also a flautist, a singer, a poet and a dancer.  I’ll also add that I wield the bow and the sword and the spear better than your average soldier.”

[vxrificdfcte]

Starter Call!

I’m finally getting one of these up! If you’d like a starter for Gieve from Arslan Senki, could you please like/reblog this post? Thank you! And message me if you’d like a specific plot!

[vxrificdfcte]

Even though he’d gotten used to the rejection by now, Gieve couldn’t help but feign the hurt that had been received with the statement. Though the bard had no doubt that she’d see it as mild exaggeration. Would this prevent any future attempts, however? No, it wouldn’t. Gieve was persistent when it came to Farangis, after all. Though for now, he wouldn’t say much on the matter.

“Of course I’ll mind it. A fair lady such as yourself needs her beauty sleep. It’s in my nature to worry for such things, you know.” He worried for everyone, of course. It didn’t always show on his face, but it was there. So when he saw the female awake, who was usually asleep at this time, the thief had begun to wonder if something was wrong.

Gieve was silent as Farangis attempted to communicate with the djinn, aside from the normal melody that emitted from his oud. Thankfully he began to understand the female more as they continued their travels, even if he sometimes couldn’t understand the communications between her and the djinn. His slight tension was undoubtedly from the thought of a possible ambush that had just crossed his mind. He could’ve been wrong of course, but it was still a possibility as to why the air around them was so tense and restless. 

“That’s worrisome… The only explanation I can think of is a possible attack on the camp, but it’d be rude to make assumptions I suppose. It’d explain why the air here became so tense, all of a sudden.” A small pause, followed by his grin fading completely. He didn’t want to accidentally wake the entire camp over a false alarm, after all. “Should we go investigate?”