Though Not Even That Is Left

Indie Alfor (run by @eatyourgrapes) Created 3/1/17 Icons by Devil and Bonesy

[where-lies-the-dust]

Lol sorry for this but now you can catch me at @paterfamileo this blog is gonna be slowly integrated and made obsolete :3

[paterfamileo]

Aight, from here on out I’m gonna work on integrating on to this blog as my new Alfor main

@where-lies-the-dust had a good run, but I’m hoping to refresh some and build this one up a little better

[paterfamileo]

Aight, from here on out I’m gonna work on integrating on to this blog as my new Alfor main

@where-lies-the-dust had a good run, but I’m hoping to refresh some and build this one up a little better

[where-lies-the-dust]

Wow, no place for filthy human emotions in this house

[pinkformourning-blog]

“i was only gone for thirty seconds!” (For @where-lies-the-dust, obvs)

@where-lies-the-dust

She looked to him from the puddle she was trying to soak up with a towel, but was just pushing the mess around because it was already soaked, then to the mess around her, the broken pitcher on the floor and the splash on the wall, the fact that her clothing was leaving drips as she went, then back to him… and just smiled nervously wide. Sometimes that worked, buuuut this time it might be a bit too much to get away with it.

“I thought I could finish making the juice, and-and! It attacked me!” It wasn’t untrue in a way. But it wasn’t exactly fact either. 

She had stepped up on a step-stool, stirred too hard at any unfriendly angle for the work and the bottom had slipped out, poured on her, she tried to catch it and push it back up, splashing it on the wall, before the whole thing had slipped out of her wet hands and crashed to the ground. 

She looked up to him with bigger eyes, swiftly worried she was in trouble. “I didn’t mean to, Father.” 

[where-lies-the-dust]

Air escaping him through a heavy sigh, Alfor felt a smile creep on his lips despite himself.

“Allura, my darling... My shimmering, shining moonblossom... I love you dearly.” Palms pressed together at his front, the young alchemist-turned-king dipped them forward almost in a pleading gesture as he stood in the doorway.

“But there is a reason I asked you to wait until I returned before trying to finish this... Let’s get this cleaned up now, shall we?” Carried forward on even steps, he plucked up a nearby towel and pressed it into the spreading stain of magenta atop the counter. “Grab a rag and we can save Coran some work.”

[grievousdivinity]

❛ no airbag, we die like men. ❜ @where-lies-the-dust :3

various starters | selectively accepting@where-lies-the-dust

     At times, it almost felt as though she were dealing with a child. A full-grown child, but a child nonetheless. Yet every time Alfor decided to do something stupid, she never bothered to turn from her terminals, nor pay him even the slightest attention— besides a soft sigh. (And a sidelong glance, a roll of the eyes, a minute shake of the head…)

❝  You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days - and when that happens,          I’m going to stand by your casket and laugh. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  ❞

[where-lies-the-dust]

“Is that a threat or a promise I hear, Honerva? Honestly I’m flattered to have your attention in such a way. Stars, I think I almost got you to look up at me this time.”

Wide grin set brightly on his dark lips, Alfor puffed up in personal triumph. Beside him, a personal project whirred away, still idling in its testing cycle, all spinning rings and dilating spheres of light. His free hand--unsurprisingly--lingered just above the ‘rotations pr dobash’ dial, itching to crank it up.

“Come on, you love me.”

[voidborneleones]

where-lies-the-dust:

Maybe to someone else, the question would be an easy one.

Hearts shivering in his ribcage, Alfor was no stranger to the odd, pulling tightness that he associated with the consciousness of these… Creatures he’d help give a physical form upon entering his reality. 

Every time Red spoke to him still, no part of him was quite left unshaken, instead pressing around him with a–so far–benevolent warmth on the cusp of burning.

“I suppose a wiser man would ask ‘what for’, Red..” Licking oat his lips between words, his eyes remained fixed on the fog ahead. Gloved fingers reaffirmed their grip on either control bar before he found his voice again. “But you and I both know I am not the wisest of men.. I’ll have to be ready as I am, won’t I?

Unless you would… Gift me with a little insight on your question, of course.”

Open your eyes.

That was all she said before the cockpit seemed to simply disappear. Faded into utter smoke that surrounded the man and choked the air before it cleared and gave way to the stifling heat of a volcano. The stone beneath his feet was hot to the touch, but not burning him alive. No, she would not harm him.

Though the real shock came from the way the flames flickered and cleared, and the glowing visage of… something old, ancient, and impossible.

A lion mask, painted in red and white, with the flames licking around her body like a mane, or maybe she was just burning. Her skin dark, her limbs long and skeletal. She was a monstrous creature. She was ancient and she was incredible. 

She was the Red Lion, or maybe she was a being inside the Lion. 

Look upon me. I am the Eternal Fire and the Roar of Destruction.

It was time for Alfor to see her as she truly was, to see the beast who had chosen him, and who was so entwined with his own soul that they could not escape it. 

[where-lies-the-dust]

On her command, Alfor found himself welded to the spot with all the fervent heat of a dying star tugging at his senses. Massive and impossible to his mortal mind--yet so strangely gentle at the same time.

What started as heat tamed itself into benevolent light, 

Deep down, Alfor knew this to be something that any other mortal would likely be driven mad by the sight alone. Twisted and utterly alien, the creature shimmered in all the promise of a fever dream; drying his throat and causing his lips to crack.

A lesser man might’ve said this to be impossible.

After the Rift though.. Can anything truly be?

“I... Am nothing in face of this... In face of you...”

It was all he could to to keep from dropping to his knees, though his hands continued to tremble.

I understand why you’d ask if I were ready...

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

[where-lies-the-dust]

Now Alfor comes in two flavors

Bless you @noxperditus and @ograndsovereign for taking care of me in the icon department ;;;vvv;;;;;

[pinkbonded-archive]

can y’all do me a quick favor and like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a recently rebooted princess allura from voltron: legendary defender? ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ

[yellowbonded-deactivated2022010]

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES / MY HAIR LOOKS FLY AS FUCK ind. coran from v:ld. loved by zoe.

[where-lies-the-dust]

Brb cryin in the club over thinking about Alfor and Allura in context of this song

@pinkbonded @pinkformourning @princesaleonaa

[voidborneleones]

@where-lies-the-dust

Do you think it is time?

She asked him, through the fog they were navigating through, through the mist and smoke of space. She wasn’t really elaborating what it meant, what her question really meant, but she had asked it anyways. The Red Lion was not her sisters, she had very different way of doing things. 

Unlike Black, she asked if he was ready. She asked if things were okay to go ahead. She would not draw into her nothingness, not the way that others had. 

No, Red would be different. 

[where-lies-the-dust]

Maybe to someone else, the question would be an easy one.

Hearts shivering in his ribcage, Alfor was no stranger to the odd, pulling tightness that he associated with the consciousness of these... Creatures he’d help give a physical form upon entering his reality. 

Every time Red spoke to him still, no part of him was quite left unshaken, instead pressing around him with a--so far--benevolent warmth on the cusp of burning.

“I suppose a wiser man would ask ‘what for’, Red..” Licking oat his lips between words, his eyes remained fixed on the fog ahead. Gloved fingers reaffirmed their grip on either control bar before he found his voice again. “But you and I both know I am not the wisest of men.. I’ll have to be ready as I am, won’t I?

Unless you would... Gift me with a little insight on your question, of course.”

[hopahopa]

three

[wlw-azari-blog]

this scene gave me actual chills, it was so refreshing to see allura use her powers and save them all, i hope we get to see more of her powers in future seasons

[noxperditus]

[[ @where-lies-the-dust cont’d from here ]]

Zarkon froze, his entire body going rigid at the contact. Alfor leaned against him with that devilish smirk - could Alfor be messing with him? It was entirely possible, but at the same time… Alfor wouldn’t be so cruel. And his eyes, the way Alfor was looking at him-

Zarkon cursed his inability to read others, mouth opening and closing a few times as he fumbled for an answer.

“I- Wh- Ah…”

He glanced away from Alfor, staring into the fire crackling before them. His tongue darted out nervously, brow creased together in confusion, claws gripping tightly around the bowl in his lap. 

What was the proper answer? Was Alfor sincere in his intentions? What if Zarkon gave the wrong-

The Emperor set his jaw, the look of turmoil turning into one of tenuous determination. He still did not look at Alfor, staring directly into the flames before him - and then, just as Alfor made to speak, he let slip one simple word.

“Yes.”

[where-lies-the-dust]

Unsurprisingly--with all of his natural impulse-- Alfor didn’t know what he expected when Zarkon’s answer came. 

“Knowing you then, I’d set down the noodles.” A flashing wink as his hand took hold of the bowl, he gently put it aside, porcelain base meeting the glass tabletop with a click. 

A shiver of breath from Trigel’s sleeping form caused him to freeze. Checking only with the quickest glance as she settled back down, Alfor took the Emperor’s face in his hands.

I feel so small next to you, old friend.. But I don’t think it’s something I mind..

“So we can enjoy our moment here.”

Hearts thundering in his chest almost to the point of making him deaf, Alfor finally pressed a kiss to the other’s lips.

[willowedpaladin]

BY WILLOW , it’s Gyrgan !!!

Want to interact with the FIRST paladin of the YELLOW LION, alvin and the chipmunks GYRGAN of Rygnirath ? How about a like/reblog if you’re interested !

Piloted by Ally / sideblog to neurotiickind