GOD I HAD AN IDEA AS I WAS FALLING ASLEEP TODAY
About FaaF naturally
A sad one, TW fir near child death and harm
Involves Xero's attempt at an assassination, or it could be literally just any guard controlled by the Radiance
PK and WL need to talk about something private, and WL looks at the tiny vessel tagging along by her wyrm's side
"Should it be here?"
"It wouldn't understand anything anyway."
"Still, it's...a little..."
He sighs lightly, "Yeah, I get where you're coming from... Vessel, come here."
He kneels down and orders them to sit by the door and wait for them while they talk, says he'll come pick them up once they're done and not to move, then the two go to talk on the balcony and close the door behind them
At some point, Xero/the guard bursts in and attacks PK in the middle of the conversation, managing to take them by surprise and so gets one good swing in before PK darts away and retaliates, pinning them down with soul blades, though he has to keep his wife from killing them on the spot - he doesn't want to be so hasty, knowing they're infected and not themself. He pulls out the sword from his chest and that's when they realise, it's covered in void...
Child harm/near death TW beyond this point
After a moment of shock White Lady, who's closest to the doors, runs out and all her husband can hear is a horrified, heartbroken scream. He feels nauseous, his stomach twisting into knots and feeling like his heart is in his throat as he runs out after her. He sees her in tears, cradling a tiny bundle soaked in void. There's- there's so much void. It covers the floor where he left their child vessel and soaks through his lady's shawl and clothes as she cradles them in her arms.
For a moment he's paralysed, before he just snaps. He flies back onto the balcony, screaming at the possessed guard that he'll kill her, he'll make her pay for this, and he slays them in his rage (something he'll regret and feel ashamed of later), still hitting and screaming at Her well after the possessed person is dead and she can't hear him anymore.
He collapses, panting, near tears, and just gets himself up and stumbles out the door and towards the two, he wants to see how bad it is for himself.
Flower survives, but just barely. They had multiple stab wounds and lost their left arm, if not for their parents immediately healing them they'd be dead. They're barely older than 5, still so very little and defenceless, PK is horrified at how could anyone hurt a baby this young and helpless (hypocrite), even if they're not alive.
They're still on bed rest because that was so much damage and their mother doesn't leave their side and their father only leaves when necessary. They still don't realise Flower's alive and they know they shouldn't be so attached but it still feels like their baby and they can't just leave them. WL spends the entire day by their side, gently stroking their hair and horns with her now permanently void stained hands and softly coos and sings to them
Of course, they quickly realise they ARE alive because no way in hell a toddler is getting this hurt and NOT crying and screaming the second they wake up <3
Which just makes this situation so much worse
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[ Fairy Wings ] - shimmer and dazzle in your new boutique threads! And what’s this... it seems they’ve some interesting accessories to choose from as well, the likes of which may be more functional than you initially thought. Soar!
Ares had spotted him while searching the crowds, twirling far above them all in the sky with his wife, but without a pegasus or wyvern's support to be found. Rather than so much as exclaim his shock at the sight, Ares was rapidly becoming so numb to the insanity of these elementals' magic that he could do no more than muster the most bewildered squint.
More important than any bizarre magic was the knowledge that, now that he knew he was here, it was only right to pay a greeting to someone so dear to several of his own friends and family. He must have caught them at the end of their dance, for they soon gracefully touched back down to the dance floor not too far from him.
"Sigurd," Ares began as he approached, "Well met."
If he were in distress, he was sure he wouldn't have looked so thoroughly delighted. Or, actually, when he thought back to the other elemental prison they'd just recently escaped, he wasn't so sure. What Ares was sure of was the strategy of patience and agitation Sigurd used to give them that valuable opening in the first place, one he had already forgotten when he was first dropped here. Seeing him so at ease despite the situation was a good reminder, as well as an invitation for him to do the same.
Or try to.
Those wings were quite the show stealer, and as Ares fought to push his gaze onto something else, it fell on Sigurd's vine necklace.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see your vines so full of blooms already, but it is impressive nonetheless."
Where Sigurd's was bursting with flowers of every hue, Ares' was still much more vine than petal. Rather than discourage him though, the sight of it only served to again put him in mild awe, his apparent skills now another benchmark for his own to reach towards.
"I'm aiming to gather more of them myself -- in the name of a duel I'm having with your nephew, as well as bettering my own networking abilities." He offered his Earth-branded hand. "Might I have yours too?"
"Ares, my boy! Well met indeed!" Whatever else the boy had to say to him was drowned out by the roar of Sigurd's delight in his ears, the musical chiming of his lady love's breathless acceptance caressing his heart.
He saw the boy extend his hand, and tipped his head back for a laugh before rushing forward and clasping his arms about the young man, wrenching him upward in a great bear of an embrace, twirling him about before setting him back down and clapping him on the shoulders.
"The most delightful news, my boy - oh, I am simply overcome with - well, no perhaps I ought to wait until my lady deigns to speak." He was a rush, babbling somewhat nonsensically. Seeing that Ares had his hand still extended, Sigurd clasped it firmly, pumping a strong handshake from the surely stunned young man.
"Ah, the flowers bloom, just as the heart of love does, don't you find?" The whirlwind of Sigurd's brand gnashed its teeth against the stolid cracked earth of Ares', and their flowers blossoming only brought a tinge of wistfulness to Sigurd's eye.
Whatever Ares had been saying was well and truly drowned out, for his timing could not have been more impeccable as to find Sigurd so drowning in bliss.
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