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nihoneshi · 1 month

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Ragnar groans, tossing his phone onto his bed before sitting on the floor by the bed-frame. He had absolutely said too much, way too much, with a couple of smaller bottles of alcohol strewn across the coffee table, he knew he wasn't doing himself any good at all with this, especially with how they've been acting over the past couple of days, where it was just getting worse.

He thought facing his past head on and finishing the painful memories of the war's tyrants would end in him finding his happy ending, finally being able to be with Andor in peace, not dealing with anyone or anything, but, life goes on, and he knows it is not that easy. Ragnar sprawls his legs out, shuddering out a long sigh. He shouldn't have said anything, he shouldn't have said that much, it's going to spread like wildfire, now.

In his own vague terms, his wishes to be left alone to rot like he usually did were being threatened. He shouldn't have said that much, he shouldn't have exposed himself to everyone like that. Especially to someone else who is suffering like he is. Halvor definitely doesn't deserve to hear that he isn't the only one who's now thinking of making certain ideals permanent. Ragnar knows drinking isn't healthy, and he knows his actions before the whole shitshow that went down was healthy, either.

Trying to end it because he didn't want Spyro or the other Peace Keepers to be hurt again by Brini or his goons. Ragnar had nightmares for days when Spyro had gotten injured while Ragnar was unable to help him--even if he was injured as well, he could've done more to help him, could've.. could've made it so that they weren't hurt, and didn't have to worry the other Peace Keepers.

Oh who was he kidding? It's too late to go back, it's too late to erase what he said in those chats, it's too late to.. to..

Ragnar debates lying and saying that he's going to sleep. Ragnar feels like absolute trash thinking of lying to even Halvor's face, but.. Texting him, before setting down his phone again, and standing up to a wobbly form, he was drunk, actually. But he was still stained with red in a couple of places, so they'd strip down, and then just sit down in the shower, letting cold water run, to soothe his aching muscles, but not his aching heart, he watched dirt and dried blood slide off his body.

He felt so... out of it, just wanted to actually make it permanent, now. Ragnar sighed, hiding the tears dripping down his face, his claws were still offcolor auburn from the blood he had been drenched in after the fight--not to mention he probably smelled like rotting flesh and blood, too. And.. alcohol, which has been his daily ever since he had come back home.

Sometimes he just wish he could've collapsed on that beach and died right then and there. There was no one there, and Ragnar doubted anyone would find him for weeks. Or even if ever. Sometimes, he just wanted to keel over, especially with the sheer amount of chaos going on with the kids. He was never sober enough, and if it weren't for the fact that he had run out of alcohol that evening, he would probably be drinking his entire stock, as bad of an idea it was.

Not like anything he's done is a good idea. He knows he likes to bleed, it's so fucked up. And.. he can just bandage it up again later, so... what's the problem? Ragnar chuckles as he stares at his sharpened claws, he had done it for the battle, for a better grip on his weapons, but now he was staring at them, unable to think straight. Maybe he does want to do something permanent? Maybe he does want to end it? Who cares?

It wasn't going to be like anyone had the other key, they had to track down...

Andor.

The clawtips that were threatening to rip into his wrists had stopped, the moment he had thought of his partner.

Ragnar sat there, frozen in time as he thought about what it be to Andor, to poor Andor--to come back to this mess, to come back to this? Was his suffering, was the end of his suffering really worth it, if it was going to hurt Andor?

Ragnar slides himself against the side wall of the shower, sobbing, tears waterfalling down his face as he removed the claws from his wrists entirely. His head thumped in pain, he felt dizzy, shutting off the water, he sat there, the pain was absolutely too much to bare, but the idea of leaving Andor behind tore into his heart more than any suicidal thought he had over the past couple of months. No amount of the attempts before the fight, and no amount of thoughts after he had gotten back.

He couldn't be so selfish.

Right?

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #drabble #alcohol tw #get this fucking man therapy #ptsd tw #suicidal thoughts tw

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nihoneshi · 1 month

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@trondopeacekeeper asked:

"Ragnar... Can I join you?"

Trondo was holding a bottle of one of those spicy and strong Peacekeepers' alcohol beverage.

In the ambience of his own home in the Ice Caverns, it was a rustic little quaint home, it had everything he and Andor could ever need, though in his stupor, Ragnar had forgotten to lock the door, or at the very least, the one who opened the door was probably able to get past the lock, removing the hands from his face, Ragnar looked up to the voice of Trondo, who was holding one of the homemade alcohol the Peace Keepers were known for.

While Ragnar most definitely preferred the Whiskeys and bourbons the Artisans were able to dish out, nothing could beat the buzz and stinging that he so craved with the strength of pure Peace-Keeper spirits. Maybe it wasn't too bad, as he had drank an entire bottle of Whiskey.. he was going to have to get another bottle the next time he was visiting the Artisans.

[ " ... While ya could'a knocked.. Why the hell not? Never a good idea to drink solo. " ]

A long sigh as Ragnar sat himself up on the couch, grabbing two shot glasses and setting them down on the coffee table, before scooting to the other side of the couch.

[ " But..please do knock next time? " ]

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #trondopeacekeeper #alcohol tw

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nihoneshi · 1 month

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Nothing could truly describe how exhausted his first week back in the Peace Keepers region would be, the indigo dragon let out a long-guttural sigh, stretching out his aching body before slipping onto the couch with a bottle of whiskey, Andor would be out in the Beast Makers domain helping with construction of more modern housing, so they would be alone for the next couple of days at least.

Ragnar wanted to talk to his fellow Peace Keepers, or even Titan, but.. there was just a looming feeling over his head that was overwhelming him every time he tried to approach another dragon. Sure, he was scarred from head to toe-claw, and had stumbled back into Cliff Town drenched in blood from battling to the death, but.. he couldn't exactly place his claw on why everyone was seemingly avoiding him, and it was actually driving Ragnar insane.

Did.. his secret get out..? Did the fact he disappeared for two weeks, was tortured and starved for 2 weeks, forced to fight to the death in an unfair one versus six get out to the general public? Ragnar takes a large swig before coughing, the alcohol burning his throat. He's been sober for a few months at that point but.. what not a better time to start drinking then now?

Not.. the smartest or healthiest mindset to have, but Ragnar's holding onto thoughts and emotions that are somehow worse than the war all of those years ago. Coming out on top and surviving that living hell, and, murdering the man who kept the grudge? Just thinking about it forces another swig to be taken, and Ragnar just stares at the ceiling, wondering if it all was worth it in the end, coming back, accepting the fact that he survived...

This was all just too tiring for him to think about, especially since Halvor still hasn't made a full recovery yet, and.. he doesn't even know the truth, either. How guilty this is all making the Peace Keeper is nearly too much for them to handle... and through his panicking and disassociation, Ragnar had.. finished the entire bottle of Whiskey, setting down the bottle, and placing his head in his hands, a light, broken set of breaths exit his maw, a hitch, it was all just a bit too much.

Just make it stop.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #alcohol tw #suicidal thoughts tw #he's still feeling the trauma and the exhaustion don't mind him.

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nihoneshi · 2 years

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continued from here - @hxuse-of-muses

“Someone’s at fault. Someone’s been pushing Halvor to these lengths. This was never about PTSD, Titan. We’ve been fooled.”

Ragnar is unable hold himself together for much longer, as the anger falls to stress and a sudden attitude change. Halvor wouldn’t have hid it if.. Ragnar wasn’t in the spot he was in right now. Part of him wants to blame himself for what’s transpired, but at the same time, it has to be another dragon in these realms--if that’s why they didn’t reveal the culprit to anyone. The Peace Keeper shakily pulls the shred of paper of the letter that Halvor had received, the letter that supposedly had pushed their friend over the edge on the table next to Titan.

He can’t even THINK of it, he puts it off on the back-burner of his mind before sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor as he stares at the floor, finally letting the waterworks flow down. He had pulled off the tough-guy facade for long enough, and to be greatly honest with himself? Ragnar doesn’t even know how he’s kept himself sane over these past couple of weeks, especially with the knowledge that he’ll be fighting for his own freedom instead of being locked up for hell knows how long. He stares at the bloodied hands of his, he stares at the floor shortly after, not blinking as tears drip onto the floor.

#Valiance in Peace: Ragnar IC #Cold in Utopia;; Bad End #hxuse-of-muses #blood tw #suicide mention tw

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nihoneshi · 2 years

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He’s got his guitar out, this is honestly the first time he and Andor have been playing music out in public. His mate on the drums, if he is going to be locked away by the opposite clan outside of the dragon realms, then he will go out doing what he likes to do best. Sing. Play. Scream and Roar through the skies, It’s storming, not raining, he plays up top a hill in the new oasis of the Peace Keepers home-world. This is the first time he’s doing this genre of music, but--it’s fitting.

“ This is a fight you cannot win. I think that past your great di--sasters Their victory stirs below your skin.

If you proceed I will not blame you, I will move forth and win your war. But if I should die before you continue. You shall have heard my final dy----ing roar. “

And proceeding into the solo, Andor looks at him with worry, there’s too much emotion and feeling being put into those words, Ragnar wasn’t playing for the hell of it, he was playing to push out his emotions outward. It’s odd to see him like this. Usually they’d sit down and talk about this, but--Andor knows why he’s singing like this. He already knows the news of everything going down.. They’ll keep on playing while Ragnar puts his heart and soul into this song. Other Peace Keepers coming to listen. Some know what’s happening at the end of the week, and some are blissfully unaware.

#Valiance in Peace: Ragnar IC #Keeper's Craft: Andor IC #Scars Pt2

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nihoneshi · 1 month

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“Do not test me” was in fact the magic phrase to make Andy test Ragnar.

He side-eyed the river a couple of times, waited a few seconds for another reaction and then craned his neck, flinging the hula hoop with extra effort because he asked so nicely.

It landed far into the tar with a resounding splash and slowly sunk in. Andy spared a moment to peek over his shoulder towards Ragnar before watching his sacrifice drown.

When Ragnar had told them not to, he already knew that they were going to be doing the exact opposite, as per usual with the rebellious kids in the Peace Keeper homeworld. Of course, the tar pits in Cliff Town and some of the Ice Cavern were cleaned out entirely, and replaced with fresh, actual flowing water, but a lot of the other areas were still being worked on.. Ragnar needed to speed up the process, especially with all of the hatchlings starting to grow up. It was too dangerous for their weakened scales.

[ " You know what? I walked right into that one, you win. " ] He really needed to finish the project Halvor started, their little utopia, grass was already growing here, in places outside of Cliff Town, and sure, it wouldn't be for probably another couple of years before all of the tar in their world was cleaned out, the Magic Crafters finding plenty of ways to use it for waste cleanup among other things, most of which he didn't want to think of currently.

So, he'd let out a sigh, rubbing his temples, he was far too tired for this.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #twelvedozenterrors

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nihoneshi · 2 months

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Andy, seated a few metres away from a tar river and clenching a hula hoop between his jaws, just gives Ragnar that blank look the Peace Keepers have grown to know and fear.

He’s definitely about to toss it into the tar.

[ " Andy, I swear to Mother Serpent you STOP dropping things into the tar pits! I will personally forbid you access to the Peace Keepers homeworld if you continue to do this. Do NOT test me. " ]

Ragnar let out probably the most exhausted sigh he's done in years. Combine fighting to just stay alive, dragging himself back to Peace Keeper soil, not getting caught stained in crimson, and getting back into his home, just fast enough for not many to question where he was and what he was doing, except for the.. glaring problem that he's got new scars and new closed wounds that he hasn't explained to anyone except those who already know the situation at hand..

And then he lets out a mutter below his breath.

[ Should've taken him up on his offer... ]

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #twelvedozenterrors #He is SO SO DONE

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nihoneshi · 3 months

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"This means Nothing to me. It's just Reality. You're only gonna see, What I want you to see. And when it's said and done Mercy, There will be none It's never to become For you are not the One. "

#lyrical musings #valiance in peace: ragnar ic #Scars Arc Musings

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nihoneshi · 5 months

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Scars Pt3 (1/2)

Words - uhhh 2.4k iirc filled entirely by Ragnar being tired of this old geezer tyrant named Brini, and Ragnar using everything people have helped him with, part 2 is the big fucking fight weeee

Ragnar’s silence was finally broken by the breeze, and the signs of first light beginning to threaten his glance. They’re here. For once, Ragnar was prepared for them, seeing the two warriors of the clan of Scarlet Plunderers, they were once a fierce clan, but now they acted more like pirates, with no honor code left of them, their leader was nothing but a tyrant.

A leader that was the last living of the old generation of these dragons. While the Peace Keepers had won the war, they kept a grudge, and when these two unfamiliar warriors came to pick up Ragnar, he already knew they didn’t want this as much as Ragnar didn’t want this.

Of course, no one was going to get what they wanted, as he’d simply stand up and stretch, he was ready to go the moment they had gotten here, Ragnar knew that he may never see this part of the Dragon Realms ever again, so be it, he’ll.. try to come back, even if he has to fight tooth and nail to come back, even if he has to kill to get out of there.

Stretching out his wings, and taking one last deep breath, he started to follow behind the two warriors that had come to fetch him. One of them was tall and lanky, mechanical wings, missing an eye, and looked like they were malnourished, probably lower ranking than the other, who was broad and muscular, tears littered in his wings, wearing a vest with many symbols and trinkets attached to it. Neither of them looked happy to be here.

As if Ragnar was, either.

But they flew on. Once only thing underneath the three of them was water, Ragnar silently flew, while trying not to listen to the two in front of him speaking.

[ Does he really want this? Brini went on for months screaming revenge this, settling the score that.. it’s been twenty years. ]

[ Brini is a cooky old man. He’ll keel over and we’ll be free one of these days. ]

Ragnar rolled his eyes. Brini. Of course it was fucking Brini.

He was the leader of the Plunderers back then, and he’s the leader, now. He was truly hoping the asshole would’ve keeled over by now, but Ragnar guessed incorrectly, the incorrect buzzer blaring figuratively in his mind as they made their way across the vast ocean, the ocean he was going to have to fly over when this was all done and over with.

Ragnar went over the many possibilities of how Brini was going to give him an ultimatum that no one would want to partake in, just for the psychopath to get their fill of blood on their hands. No matter of it was his own men, or Ragnar’s. Brini and the old generation were all warmongers, never cared about a dragon’s quality of life. But there Ragnar was, he could very easily murder Brini, he could very easily have fought back, but.. they didn’t know that before this conversation those two dragons are having.

What they didn’t know? His hidden blade was still on his person. Of course, hidden with the help of the Magic Crafter’s ward, Cosmos and the others really went through a lot just to make sure the purple dragon was ready and prepared, the ward of protection, too. It’ll help him heal a lot faster with all of the potential issues.. not to mention, Ragnar bulked a lot in preparation, put on a lot of fat weight on top of his muscles, Brini was probably going to make sure Ragnar suffered in more ways than one, that is. Of course, the preparations were all going well as planned. Nothing was going to ruin his overall plan, so the dragon simply just kept on flying forward.

And that’s all it was, for hours, him flying in a straight line for hours on end, only listening to a few conversations here and there, apparently the Dragon on the right was named Ky, and the other was named Asa. Whether they’re just aliases, or shortened versions of their names, Ragnar isn’t even going to attempt to ask. But there it was. The Hub for the Plunderers, it was somewhat similar to the Beast Makers, except maybe a tad more crude.

Ragnar landed on the shores alongside the two of them, stretching out after what felt like an eternity of flying. And then became the ‘fun’ part. Feeling his wrists being locked together, the material would be enough for him to break out of from ease, but.. he’ll save his strength for now.

There’s no way Brini’s going to break him, he’s made sure for that.

As he was lead into their base of operations, he saw the coliseum, the weapons all around the place, over a hundred dragons watching him from numerous locations, he hated this sort of pressure, but the uneasy air from everyone, as Brini yells out, causing half the dragons here alone to flinch, that only meant that they were tired and afraid of this tyrant of an olden age, They all want him dead but no one can bring themselves to do it.

Everyone was betting on Ragnar just turning himself in, because no one wanted to fight another war, no one wanted to fight another battle, Ragnar can see it in everyone’s eyes. How unwilling they want to be here, in this here situation.

[ “ I see you decided to come here on the knowledge that we would’ve killed every last one of you if you didn’t come. “ ]

“ You and what army? “

[ “ Do you not see the many warriors I have here?! Blasphemy! “ ]

“ And yet none of them look like they want to even be here. An Old Tyrant of an age of war that’s too far gone. “

[ “ Silence, enough of your damn insolence, this is YOUR fault, Ragnar. “ ]

“ Fuck off. No one here wants this, Not Titan, not Me, not the rest of the Dragon Realms and definitely not your fuckin’ men either. “

[ “ Oh but that’s where you’re wrong! I get all of my pride breaking you down to crimson ash! “ ]

“ Until you eventually keel over and no one has to deal with your bullshit, Brini. “

The old geezer of a dragon, a mechanical eye, covered in riches and looked utterly disgusting. Wheezing and coughing in-between yelling at the younger dragon, all the while everyone can’t even stand and watch, even the two that chained him up can’t even watch, hearing Ky whispering to Asa.

[ This geezer needs to die, already, we can’t keep doing this. ]

Ragnar groans, he just wants this to get over with it all! He was expecting a fear filled time here, but here he is, bored out of his fucking mind, and not even the people here want to deal with Brini anymore. This may be easier than he thinks, even if he still knows they’ve got a few loyal warriors, the six armored dragons standing around them, probably their best warriors, Ragnar’s probably going to have to fight them with less with them fully geared.

Of course, Ragnar’s a smart fighter, even if Titan selfishly chose him to live over dozens of the PK’s lives, they were equal in strength to Trondo and might to Magnus and Gunnar. Halvor’s cunning, too. Ragnar was a clever fighter, able to find disarming opportunities and the environment to advantages.

With the Magic Crafters’ help, Ragnar may actually be able to get out of here alive, Brini sees that Ragnar is spacing out and snarls something to Ky and Asa, who nudge Ragnar to his cell, the floor is covered in hay, and there’s a singular pillow for the dragon. Awww, Brini shouldn’t have. And as soon as Ky and Asa left Ragnar alone, the purple dragon could only sigh.

This was going to be, really.. really fucking boring. Of course, Brini’s going to get restless soon enough, they’re gonna want to torture him, they can’t just let him rot in a cell for the rest of his life, they could, but Brini wants his blood, fuckin’ psychopath can’t die already.

Under the ward, hidden away was a snack, of course he’d only take a bite before triggering the ward again.. Man, the amount of things the Magic Crafters could do for him in this time? Well, it was nothing short of impressive, and even that’s an understatement.

He had plenty of little snacks that would keep him going, the ward in of itself was a protective barrier, fastened healing, and it hid his hidden blade even more than it was already being hidden. Of course, after all that time, all Ragnar could really do was go to sleep, and, without much of a hitch, he would, even dozing off while in a meditative form, something he had to do back in the day…

He really did hope that everyone was alright, in the Peace Keepers’ side of things, that is.

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Now it was all apart of the cycle. Ragnar had only slept for a few hours, before realizing everything, Brini didn’t have a plan, did he? Brini just wanted him dead? Listening to the old tyrant’s blabbering from upstairs, absolutely no noise cancellation, no soundproofing, he could hear Brini but it wasn’t coherent enough. But they did hear one thing. Fight. Duel—Ultimatum.

Which Ragnar only had seen coming. Of course, knowing Brini, it was going to be the most unfair battle, they had more than one warrior at the ready, and Ragnar wouldn’t be surprised if he had to beat all six of them bare handed, of course, knowing this clan, they didn’t look confident, not even their strongest, their composure was weak and the grips on their weapons were light, the bare minimum for what they had to do in the tyrant’s glance.

What Ragnar wasn’t expecting, was that he would just sit in this cell, for a straight WEEK, doing absolutely nothing, spending all of his time meditating and keeping his headspace in a good spot, morning stretches, morning exercise, eavesdrop on the people here, eavesdrop on Brini’s blabbering of ideas for this “Ultimatum”, silence, not a tinge of food, and then night time complaining that they have to follow the tyrant’s orders or else.

So that gave Ragnar the grand idea of acting dumb and making Brini think his warrior’s have always got the upper hand. Of course, he knew that over time, Brini’s entire plan was coming out and they hadn’t even visited his cell once to tell him shit.

That was, until that night, middle of the night, right after Ragnar’s stretches and meditative exercises. Ragnar pretended to look exhausted, pretending to be at his wits end was easy when you were still mourning for Halvor’s death. Because there was still some genuine pain and suffering to be had, he just had all of this free time to mourn, that he almost forgot Brini was going to make him fight to the death.

[ “ Oh how pathetic you look! Ignorant fool, rotting away in a cell like you’ve deserved all along! “ ]

Ragnar pretended to look at them weakly and scoff, moving farther away from the cell’s doors. Wiping the tears from his eyes, a pleasant act. His time with Darius and Alban were going swimmingly! Everyone came together when they learned the Peace Keeper was going to need all of this help.

Lateef steadied his dreams, Mudada gave him a plush of Andor, also hidden under the ward, Darius and Alban got his acting skills to a believable level, and the Magic Crafters gave him this ward. Isaak and Bruno even locked him up in a cage for a straight week to make sure the guy was resilient and patient enough for all of this. Their plan was going great. And then Brini gave him the words he knew all along.

[ “ Of course, I could watch you fight to the death! Three rounds of a 1v2, I’d like to see you crawl out of certain death! “ ]

“ … You have starved me of my energy and only.. now you wish for me to fight. What a tyrant you’ll always be, Brini. “

[ “ You poor man, are you regretting your actions? Perhaps willing to rot then to fight? “ ]

The purple dragon tried to stand up, and faltered, while it was part of the act, it was more believable when he was aching from sleeping on stone and hay for over a week straight, chuckling softly, looking into Brini’s eyes with an unwavering justice, but still faltering down to the ground. Brini laughing mockingly, not even realizing that Ragnar’s been faking it the entire time.

[ “ You will fight at sunrise. You will not be ready for this. “ ]

And with that, Brini left Ragnar completely alone yet again, completely unaware that the Peace Keeper was more ready than ever to fight. Of course, if he had to kill, he would. He absolutely would. Knowing Brini, there wouldn’t be three rounds, there wouldn’t even be two, they’d be all brought out soon enough, Instead of acting all pitiful, Ragnar decided to take a nap, to feel rested in time for the fight, of course when dawn and first light came, he was taken out by two of the armored warriors, without his chains of course, into the coliseum. Brini in his grand stage of a throne.

There was, of course, two warriors to his left and right, and two already in the coliseum with him, which means the two that brought him here were going to be his first opponents, of course Ragnar fake limped his way here, looking somewhat tired, but with a fierce glance in such a fearful glance. Ragnar cracked his neck as his first two opponents would grab their weapons from their backs, Brini laughing almost maniacally, coughing moments later, a mug of beer right there on his throne.

Oh.. how much fun Ragnar was going to have.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #prisoner of war tw #Scars Pt. 3

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nihoneshi · 6 months

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In their modest home in the Ice Caves, Andor slept on the other side while Ragnar had crawled himself out of bed, their cat, Rene rubs against their leg. How they're going to miss this, having deciding to spend the last three days preparing and relaxing, trying to find any sort of way to potentially survive the whole order.. Whatever they decided to put Ragnar through, well, he just needed to steel his nerves and strive to survive through it all to see another day.

Ragnar stared at their home in its entirety, it was cozy, and it was enough to be enough for him and Andor--a two part kitchen with stools and a whole alcohol collection to boot. It held a lot of motivations from the whole Artisan aesthetic, but it had a flair that only the Peace Keepers could have, old weapons from their early days on the wall, fur carpets and comfortable recliner chairs for the two of them, a fireplace across from that.

Rene, their Maine Coon, brushes by him again, before the dragon sighed, moving over to fill their food and water bowl, cleaning up after them, before letting out a sigh, writing a note to Andor, through pained sighing and the threatening of tears, he was so tired, but.. they told him to be at the old battlefield at sunrise. He had to go, now. But he had to write a note.

-𝒜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓇, 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝟦:𝟣𝟪𝒶𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝒞𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.. 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉'𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑅𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓇. -

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There was one final place Ragnar had to go, before leaving the Peace Keepers' realm for the time being, Flying out to Cliff Town, where Halvor's now defunct blacksmith shop was, and setting down a potted plant of flowers, a ward of magic surrounding it, as was the final request he had for the Magic Crafters, as he set it by the door, in loving memory, he guesses. He hadn't had any time at all to process and mourn for his fallen brother, his.. family, a friend for life. Ragnar looks down at it, tears dripping down his face.

[ I'll live on, somehow. ]

Setting foot into Carmine Springs, the clear, crystalline waves of the water flowing through their hub-world was still a sight to behold, grass fitting several spots nearby, soon.. not all of the Peace Keeper's world would be barren desert and stone.. if Ragnar will live to see that day, if so.. he'd be glad.

Ragnar flew through the darkness, the old battlefield coming into his sights after a good thirty minutes flying straight. They hadn't come up with a name for the old battlefields, as most Peace Keepers still alive had forfeited the idea, simply coining the term the Forbidden Lands, because that's what it was to the lot of them, land they wanted gone from their lives and their memories.

His neck injury was nothing but a scar at that point, another to add to them all, his other injuries from earlier in the month had also healed 'tis to but a scar. Ragnar had officially landed at that point, sitting on a boulder while he waited to get dragged away, he had around an hour of waiting, so they'd decide on meditating, crossing his legs and closing his eyes...

It's really happening.

This is really happening.

In the end, they couldn't fight it.

This was for Ragnar, and Ragnar alone.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #Scars Pt.2 FINALE

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