stop coping me meteor :/ get your own emo quotes :/ first i turned emo witch & you had to become an emo knight & now this? smh :/ i'll cancel this friendship :/

you mean to tell me we weren't an emo band all along?

The strawberry jam is too firmly sealed, so she requests that Estinien opens it for her. :/

Since the Scions' disbandment, the dragoon anew dissolved into a perspective of abundant freedom and purportless existence, only occasionally summoned to aid comrades without prompting suspicions of theirs still covert operation. Nevertheless he chanced upon the female amidst the lands of Thavnair accidentally, instantly assuming she was in pursuit of another mystery, led by insatiable curiosity and restless mind, or mayhap conversing with their new friend, who resided within the city walls. At that time, the steel blue optics detected the source of her current predicament, a glass container stoutly refused to yield its content and the whole image compelled thin lips to stretch into a smile, yet scarcely distinct to not evoke the ire of the miqote.

Upon approach, he seated beside in silence, withholding any commentary still until her stretched hand indicated forsaking any further attempts and demanding his immediate assist. White eyebrow curved with apparent amusement spread across his countenance, despite the hilarity of the moment and insurmountable want for a snarky remark, the glove hand retrieved the jar and with no effort removed its lid, setting it down in front of the other and letting the strawberry aroma caress her senses. " 'Twould seem magic is to no avail with the jar?" A jest so evidently entwined betwixt uttered words, an intentional emphasis on the art she carried immense pride and dedication for; and the topic they both possessed vastly diverse opinion on. After all, Estinien was a simple man, complex aptitudes were beyond his ken, though it was something to commend for.

#how many dragoons does it take to open a jar || @sorcerhul

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"I fear you misunderstand my intentions." But did she? Honestly, Y'shtola's scorn made perfect sense. He had more or less kidnapped them all. He also is trying to summon a friend of theirs to save their world. No doubt putting him in harm's way. Though the extent of the pain he would put his old friend through was not something anyone but Urianger was aware of. In a way, the venom is refreshing. Despite how people in this world viewed him, he did plan to play himself as a villain in the end.

A soft smile rests upon his lips. Most of him was obscured by his hood, however those lips so a very rehearsed smile. He wonders if she can see it. That false smile he had gotten used to wearing. No matter. He only needed to be utterly convincing to one person.

"Tis simply a gift in good faith. Think of it as a sort of going away present. It would be remiss of me to not give you something considering I was your host. Albeit, for a short time." He offers a weak explanation. Only the slightest bit of passive-aggressive falseness to his tone.

"I can assure you that both of us want what's best for the Warrior of Light. I have no reason to cause them harm. Though I can admit to wanting to use them in a sense. My desire has always been to save this world. I am curious. Do you think I will hurt your friend? I do not ask for your trust. I simply ask that you do not attempt to sabotage the partnership between the Warrior of Light and myself. Again, I do not expect trust. But "make sure he sees through me"? I am curious what you mean by that?"

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While the coursework wasn't necessarily difficult, she did often fall behind. The rest of her life was far too busy to dedicate all of her time to her studies. So, in the moments of calm, she often spent a night or two binging it all and catching up. During those days, she would basically live inside Noumenon.

Today led to a rare sight. The Miqo'te fast asleep, not a hint of fitfulness to be seen. Going by the piles of tomes around her and one still open in her lap, she had been working for so long she fell asleep.

And, embarrassing as it would be when she'd come to, no one had the heart to wake her up considering she had been there for days already catching up. One of her aides laid nearby, tail lazily wagging here and there as he watched people come and go.

@sorcerhul from here

( 🐇 ) SHE COULD NAUGHT BE mad 'fore y'shtola spoke the truth. she lived because she was different and that was it. if she was naught hydaelyn's chosen neither of them would be having this conversation at all. the first would be ruin and the ascians would have completed their goal - no one would have been around to stop them from completing it. she had sacrificed so much to even stand here, alive, in THE FIRST PLACE.

< PERHAPS . . OR JUST whatever the light has done has damaged too much internally. i am worried what that could mean - i do not wish to die. not yet. there is still so much more that needs to be done. > she rubs her arm as she chewed her lower lip while watching y'shtola pace - worry mixed with desperate hope that there WAS A SOLUTION.

SHE DID NOT want to remain with a pain that felt like a stabbing into her soul every time it decided to flare. the veena wrung her hands, looking down initially before she LOOKED UP AT the miqo'te again.

< WHAT ABOUT A voidsent pact ? do you think it could be possible for one . . to KEEP ME ALIVE ? >

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"... Y'shtola."

Since he had killed Vauthry, the world had once again become shrouded in unbearable light. The night they had gifted the world was gone. The reason for the light... The final Lightwarden... It was him. Everything that had happened... All the struggles he -- that they all had fought through... Worthless. He would bring about the end of a world and a calamity. He would do far more damage than he could imagine. With the sheer amount of light within him... Who could stand against him? With the amount of power he already held, how could they stop him?

He wanted to scream. All this time, his entire miserable life of struggle, only for it to end like this. Roi had always known he was destined to only cause harm... But some part of him, a childish part that ignored reality, still wanted a happy ending. An ending he never deserved. And now he would be the one to destroy everything he loved. He hadn't had enough energy to get out of bed. He often felt the light surge within him, like his very soul was breaking and burning away. It was painful. He knew he would have to move eventually. Run to Emet-Selch in the tempest where he invited him. He would go there and attempt to rescue G'raha and kill the ascian. Maybe G'raha could throw Roi into the rift and end this nightmare. But... He couldn't count on reaching it. Right now, he still had to recover and find his strength. If that didn't come then...

"Promise me... Please... If it comes to it...." And it will. "Find a way to kill me. Throw me into the rift somehow. Seal me in aucerite. Just... find a way to stop me. Please. Don't have mercy because.... because of who I was."

     “Not  a  library  for  malms  around  and  still  you’ve  managed  to  procure  a  tome.”  He  comes  ‘pon  her  by  the  fire  they’ve  built,  the  twins  and  the  others  sound  asleep  for  the  day.  Exhausted  as  always  from  their  long  trek  through  the  cold  terrain  of  Garlemald.  As  she  should  be  as  well  when  ‘tis  meant  to  be  his  watch.  “We’ve  a  long  day  ahead  of  us,  why  not  rest  while  you  still  can?”  /  @sorcerhul​

  “ Ah, forgive the delay, Lady Y’shtola, “  He stops short at seeing her peruse the collection of tomes and texts on offer at the Manor, the curl to his lip somewhat bashful. “ Had I known you would come right away, I’d have made better provisions. I hope by asking you here, I have not kept you from something of import... but with your knowledge on Aether I knew not who better to ask. “ / @sorcerhul​

❝ as much as i love arguing with your stubborn ass…we’re on a mission here. ❞

the last of us starters - accepting / @sorcerhul

"Well, consider me shocked. Is this a confession?" They had been arguing, sure. That was what they did more than he cared to admit. He knew that she didn't really enjoy arguing with him, but he couldn't help but make a remark. Even though he excepted it would do little but annoy her further.

"Anyway, I am being stubborn for a reason. We need to do this my way. You let me go in first. Understood?"

‘ღ’ roast the cat

The awkward silence reigned between the two, when the man contemplated the proper way to deliver own opinion towards the sorceress, yet in despite of his valiant attempts to part lips and utter words of judgement, none escaped his mouth. Was he alarmed by the probability of her eloquent response? Beyond doubt. It would be remiss of him to disregard the fiery temperament of that woman.

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

& attraction prompt         ||          accepting

@sorcerhul said: Ryne has spent the next hours reading one of Urianger’s books. Without disturbing her reading session, Y’shtola places a plate of cookies and a cup of warm tea on the nightstand next to the young girl .

she’s reading about moogles ; a mostly fiction tale regarding the race as one of the most ancient. ryne found it amusing to learn they existed on both the source and norvrandt, now too engrossed in the book to look up once y’shtola walked in. she does, however, reach for one of the cookies and quickly extend it forward. ‘ do you want to share ? i was just trying to figure out the kupo nut exchange rate. ‘

(    🐇   )              HOW - ?

HER INITIAL WONDER is shut down as she knows the answer before she even signs it or thinks it through in full. y'shtola knew everything somehow and, no doubt, her sight the way it was noted something off with her aether - even now. there was no use hiding the fact that SHE WAS STILL dying.

<    I . . THE DAMAGE was already done on the first. i consulted more chirurgeons than i can count . . but all conclude that the internal damage as it is is fatal. in due time. WHAT SAY YOU ?    >     

how BAD does it look ?

@sorcerhul didn't like for a starter but gets one anyway

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Roi was bleeding. He had dug his nails into the skin of his arm until skin broke. He felt like he had become disconnected from reality. He needed to ground himself. This time he had been caught. "Oh... Sorry."

@sorcerhul

As the new recruit stepped onto the Scion Headquarters, at the Warrior of Light's behest, his senses were awash with the opulent display of valiancy that surrounded him. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, glistening in the light of a hundred flickering candles. The walls were adorned with paintings so magnificent that they seemed to come to life before his very eyes. Despite the grandeur of it all, the Viera didn't seem impressed. He had seen what these heroes could do, and he had witnessed power wielded with a heavy hand. No, the Scions held no sway over him.

That is, until he caught the gaze of a Miqo'te woman across the room. Her eyes were unlike any he had ever seen before, a deep, soul-piercing hue that seemed to hold within them secrets untold. They were trained upon him, unblinking and intense, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. Was she observing him, or was she simply lost in thought? He couldn't tell, but one thing for certain: it was painful to be within its reach. As he moved about through the wide room, the woman's eyes seemed to follow him, or so he thought. He tried to ignore her, but the weight of her gaze was too much to bear. It was as if she could see straight through him, unraveling his very being with a single look. From her smell, he concluded she was dangerous in a way he couldn't quite put into words. But still, he couldn't help but be fascinated by her, by the mystery that surrounded her.

He just had to break the silence. "Why are you looking at me like that? Surely this is not the first time you have seen my kind before."

❝ your strength breaks men’s bones. i have the cunning to break their minds. ❞

When Aymeric had been but a boy, it didn't take much of a mean word or even a silent look heavy with disappointment to make him cry. As he grew, he would swallow their threats and jeers until they hardened within the pit of his chest like a toxic seed. The seed would sprout it's buds of righteous anger that he wished would bloom into a taste for violence, but the emotional petals merely withered and lost their once sweet, vengeful perfume.

He was a quiet, strange thing- But he was very good at listening. So good, in fact, that all it took was a snatch of gossip from the Jeweled Crozier to make his would-be detractors pull sour, sullen expressions. They were angry, but more so wounded by the weight of his words and the fear of what they could do if heard amongst more polite company.

He did not know Y'shtola very well, save for a few basic facts that he was told through meeting the Scions. Something about her silent, penetrating gaze set him on edge- as though her beauty were an opulent rug thrown over a vast, yawning chasm that would swallow him whole if he set foot upon it.

"Of this, I have no doubts-Mademoiselle. Any brute can pick up a strop and inflict pain, but it takes great skill to cut a man to ribbons with the sharpness of one's mind. I can tell that yours must have quite the keen edge."