ARCHIVED.
now here, however won’t be showing up in notes for two days or so.
someone kiss him ple ase
i really dont have an excuse for this soldier 24 gabe is just hot
uve been possessed by the gays
oh thank god
@simple-geometry / starter.
“ YOU could benefit from an alliance like ours. However, I will not hound you into the ground. I’ve not the time nor patience to grovel. Instead, I find myself more intrigued by you, O’ dragon lord. ”
@dcfctive / starter.
HE breaks the silence with thunderous voice - flexing fingers with a languid pull of the wrist, “ Why do this -- ? ”
@warsrph / starter.
“ YOU are far from home. ” You cannot find respite in the halls of blood, boy.
“All of this bright hot anger just for me. I’m flattered.” he is no Lazarus to her. Unworthy of such a name or story. (though she doesn’t place much importance on these tales of old. They’re merely entertainment, with vague cautionary takeaways for those who bother caring.) “So you claim. The physical evidence, however, disagrees.” her clawed hand reaches for tendrils of supposed smoke, watching unstable strands coil around her digits, settle on the skin. Disappearing just as quickly, absorbed by the ever hungry energy coursing through her own body. His cellular decay is clear for all to see & she knows too much about his condition—about HIM—to be fooled by such brave lies.
“You can not unleash this anger upon the world if you cripple yourself. It’s foolish pride that’s holding you back.”
“Your fragile state will force you to seek me out sooner rather than later. Why not come along willingly.”
HIS flesh burns. His body, ancient tomb -- decrepit, BEGS for release. He can no longer differentiate : his reality from hers. What reality belonged to him -- ? What was his -- ? Was he ever anything -- ? Already, he has begun the agonizing process of dissipation. His bones - oh how they ache. And even so, he holds steadfast. Or so he thinks.
Weight shifts. These old bones splinter almost. Once prideful king finds himself slumping downward. Gravity and it’s cruel pull spares him no MERCY. A growl. Inhuman. Lost in the static. Buried in the soot, lost to the pyre. Broken void-walker succumbs to his own fragility. He is failure in this moment. Wretched, violent, angry failure. “ And who are you to tell me so -- ” she, his only means of temporary repose.
❛ I needed a change. ❜ She admitted with a bleak smile ; hand running across buzzed hair. ❛ Am I patchy ? ❜
“ NO, actually. You look just fine. ” A quick glance with a slight lean and squint would be enough to see the detail. These eyes of his couldn’t miss a thing. “ I’m in the same boat, actually. ” A slight raise of the beanie -- the reveal : his curls were gone.
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