#☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake.

[aitheros]

Her hand was slow in its approach up to his face. Gentle, almost hesitant, as if she couldn't be sure he was really there at all; that he wouldn't disappear upon contact, like a dream fading upon waking. At the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, a soft breath of relief fell from her lips, and a smile bloomed and grew steadily brighter. Mischievousness sparkled in her eyes after a moment, heralding the next movement of her hand - a cheeky ruffle through his hair in imitation of a time when he had done the same to her own hair before. "Gotcha~"

her scent left an imprint that stirs the most comforting of memories. a faint hint of cherry blossoms & vanilla, complemented by the summer breeze. her hand's arrival immediately averted his attention, turning his head to her as if it was instinctive to meet her gaze with minimal effort. he hadn't even remembered what they were talking about, just that there was a pause & the moment became a snapshot in time he didn't want to leave. swelling senses began at her gentle touch, it came as a subtle tingling beneath his skin.

there was a warmth in his chest, muscles usually tensed had softened like melting ice. walls crumbling with initial reluctance, before tumbling.

he smiles naturally — an expression void of vanity, feeling no need to be anything other than himself. sting leans forward & closes the distance between their faces, like a magnet finding its fated opposite charge. ❛ you shouldn't look at me that way. or else i might — ❜

his words are interrupted by her quick hands, cat-like reflexes fully of irony. sting laughs, leaning away in attempt to use his height to his advantage. ❛ r-really ? ❜ he chuckles, trying to divert any further chaos that would befall his hair. a grin spreads amidst his laughter, as he takes his palm & lays it flat atop her head to prevent her from reaching toward him.

his eyes bright as the rays of sun that spill from her soul, he jests, ❛ you're a menace, lisanna strauss. i can't take you anywhere ! ❜

#fairybond: lisanna #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake.

[aitheros]

continued ╱ @fairybond

he was never one to shy away from others, but this situation felt different. the quiet, intimate quarters of the room. the aura of her compassionate presence. to another perhaps, she was a girl who gave the impression of a frail bird, & he held her safely within his hands.

no — that's not it.

to sting, she is a determined tiger. baring her teeth & all too ready to rejoin the hunt, despite her shortcomings. her ferocity shows beneath a shroud of distress, & he admires it.

her remark triggers a grin, muffling a chuckle into his curled fist. ❛ well . . . i'd offer to carry you there, but that might not be the fastest way. ❜ lacing his fingers together, sting leans back in the chair. his gaze falls away from hers to 'admire' the rather repulsive colored wallpaper. the flickering candles lights only made it appear more offensive to his eyes.

the rural inn emanates an quaint, yet eery charm, the outside village much too silent for comfort. they were only two of the few travelers that occupied the establishment. sting used this observation to his advantage. while he didn't disclose this to lisanna, he already prepared for unwelcome visitors in the night. a simple warding spell — deterring the potential arrival of a mysterious sorcerer. he was still a novice with this aspect of his powers, but it'll last through dawn.

he continues to ponder her question. motion sickness is an unfortunate side effect to his senses however, he found a few remedies to dull the symptoms during his travels. after all, he couldn't be bothered to walk everywhere.

he jests with a pouting frown, ❛ why so concerned ? — worried about how embarrassing it'll be if i do blow chunks in public ? can't say i blame you. ❜ amused, he looks to her again as a smile brightens his face — possibly the first, genuine smile he shared with her.

before he can say something else childish, he stands and rubs his eyes as if tired. ❛ nice try, though. motion sickness or not — nothing's gonna stop me from getting you some medical attention. ❜ he punctuates his optimistic promise with a point of his finger, before extinguishing the candles to further encourage that she sleeps. ❛ i'll be in the room across the hall. if you need me . . . ❜ he trails off, hand resting on the door handle, hesitant to leave.

he looks back to her, eyebrows furrowing as he senses her concern. ❛ — hey. it's gonna be fine. we'll get 'em. ❜ he felt the weight of her need to pursue the deviant. but it wasn't time yet. taking that sense of justice from her wasn't his right, & he understood that. soon. she's strong. a survivor. he knew that much. ❛ i'm not goin' anywhere. ❜ he bows his head to her before slipping through the door, uttering before he locks & shuts it, ❛ good night, lisanna. ❜

#literally two years later 🤡 #how does one write again ...? #fairybond: lisanna #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity.

[aitheros]

“I really think I was wrong.”

how the tables have turned. such a humble display of accountability. he didn't believe it. really, he didn't. sting awaits a quick withdrawal of that remark. eyebrows perked & gaze shifting with caution, sting wields the same sense of vigilance one would have around a cat with risen fur. he knew better than to let his guard down around this one. the brief silence drawls. one would respond with polite reassurance — at the worst, a mocking agreement. neither seemed adequate in this circumstance. sting averts his stare, mindlessly rubbing his temple. if she's truly being genuine, he needs to relish this growing sense of satisfaction. or at the very least, have something to hold over her head in the future.

" uh huh . . . can i get that in writing ? "

#i can't believe i almost wrote 'how the turn tables' .. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #killrate

[aitheros]

“If I fix you up a little there will be one less disaster under this roof.” - from Rufus 8D

sting knew he was a working progress in regards to conformist fashion. he was a fighter, and arguably, a showman. he prefers his rather vivacious visuals — brilliant and blinding like the light he wields. sting now begs people to underestimate him. they could always count on the white dragon to do the unexpected. he built that reputation for himself since the last grand magic games. as much as he wanted to win — he enjoyed taking it upon himself to only do so on his terms. 

a meeting with the princess was upon him. for the first time, he really did take care in making his appearance more than acceptable given the unique circumstances. it was unusual for him to care what people might think. clearly, his fellow tiger had no qualms about delivering a swift and painfully honest reply. 

eyes void of amusement, he doesn’t hide the bitter dramatics of his response,  ❛ well damn, lohr. when i asked you if i looked okay, a simple 'no' would've sufficed. ❜  

SCREAM QUEENS.   ╱   @o-miscellany   ╱   accepting !

#THIS ICON #100% done #o-miscellany: rufus #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #route tbt

[aitheros]

@resolvebound​   ╱   rogue.

eyes fixed on the horizon, he feels a subtle tug at his chest as he finds his breath leave in a rush.  even at the aftermath of such horror, the sun still managed to rise and fall all the same.  sting held onto this moment, as if for dear life.  hands curling into fists, he releases an exhaustive sigh.  he remains quiet, as if basking in the shear lack of excitement.  he wasn’t sure if his heart could take much more of that anytime soon.  shifting his gaze, he passes a glance at his partner.  his rock.  his oldest and dearest friend.

❛ so — ❜   he finally stirs the silence between them.  sting wanted to ask something annoyingly introspective like ‘ where do we go from here ? ’  he ultimately decides against that.  instead, he asks something simpler yet still obscure,  ❛ you think .  .  .  things will ever go back to how they used to be ? ❜

#☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #resolvebound: rogue #✧ sting & rogue ( resolvebound ) — ❛ take my hand，we’ll make it i swear. #lmk if this is okay !!! #this is like Immediately post war #like they probably still Aching.....

[aitheros]

give + a comforting hug <3

his pride profound, it was no surprise that sting hated losing. yet, this was different. this was personal. it was an event that struck parts of him that had laid dormant for so many years. the part of him that wasn't just a sabertooth mage nor a dragon slayer — but a son.

was all of it for nothing ?

no matter how many times he washed his hands of it, he'd never be clean of weisslogia's blood. red stained him — the first and most important life he had taken. the promise of strength: a fruitless award — an evident lie. he often wonders if his actions truly made a difference. only now does he realize it might not have. he believed he was chosen among all others — to be taken under weisslogia's wing. his affinity for light unmatched by other humans. yet, he was a dragon slayer by title alone.

sting knew rogue was the only one who may understand what he was feeling. he always had been the person who knew him best. he too felt the weight of such death on his conscious.

his gaze follows the glimmer of the dragons as they wither. just as soon as they arrive, they left — like dust in the wind. blinking out of existence. eyes fall to the ground, broken earth littered with debris, his hands clenching into fists at his side.

❛ what — the hell was that ? ❜ his words came as a whisper, but it disguises neither his anger nor the subtle tremble of his voice. ❛ this is . . . some sort of sick joke. ❜

his head lowers, teeth pressed hard enough to shatter bone. sting didn't feel like a hero. not someone worthy of praise. not a man. he was a child all over again. left vulnerable and speechless with hands shaking — not even his gloves were tight enough to steady them. he felt as though he would never escape that long shadow cast by weiss. the pressure of his legacy. the haunting presence of that last memory of him.

sting wills himself to meet the eyes of his partner. defeat etched along every curve of his features. his fury turns to sadness. sting didn't even have the energy to be angry. only disappointment and regret remain. ❛ i just — needed this win . . . for him. ❜

he might've left the scene in haste if it wasn't for rogue's approach. being captured by his arms took him by surprise. he truthfully wasn't accustom to such comforting physical gestures from him. or anybody. the twin dragons care for one another — but the connection between them was often unspoken. like a friendship that went beyond just one lifetime. as if they were destined to fight together. sting hesitates before returning the embrace. palms flat against his back, he feels a gentle prickle grow behind his eyes. but he fights the urge. he wouldn't dare look any more pathetic than he already felt. he leans his head on rogue's shoulder — his stare still trailing the dragons' sparkling dust as it falls to the earth. ❛ we let them down. didn't we ? ❜

♡ HAVE A HUG. ╱ accepting !

#prxestigiae #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #i never talk abt how significant this was for sting #& i'm sure rogue as well #they were made to kill their fathers in hopes that they'd be strong enough #to well — kill a dragon #the fact that they failed ? 🥺 #✧ sting & rogue ( prxestigiae )— ❛ don’t wake us up，we’d rather just keep dreaming. #☼ route v. — ❛ goddamn right，you should be scared of me.

[aitheros]

"I'm scared of being used again." : ' ) shadow possession man

❛ i know. ❜

to his surprise, he didn’t flinch as he told him the story.  sting didn’t want to admit that he had already seen everything.  the lacrima projector at the games was difficult to miss.  if he weren’t so fixated on his own plan, he might’ve reacted differently.  he didn’t see it as a warning sign of what could come to pass.  his ignorance was his bliss.

there was already so much which weighed on their hearts.  being engulfed in a battlefield that stretched across the country put things in perspective.  he eyes the remnants of their city, crumbling ruins of the only home they knew.  it was like staring at a page torn from a tragic tale.  so much was out of their control, regardless of any good intentions.  thoughts of ‘ why does it matter to try anymore ? ’  crosses his mind.  sting brushes them aside, knowing full well how defeatist that outlook was.  facing such powerful foes made some events pale in comparison.  games were beneath them — as were the people who attempt to pull the strings.  because lives weren’t a game.  they are precious, irreplaceable.  worth preserving and protecting.

despite the sinking feeling in his stomach, there was something comforting about his words — a reassurance that gave sting hope.  he didn’t want to believe such a future was in store for the twin dragons.  rogue’s wish to remain the same fills sting with momentary solace.  in such a vulnerable moment, sting decides that he will be strong, for the both of them.  a deep exhale escapes,  ❛ that’s not gonna happen again. ❜

he turns, meeting his comrade’s eyes once more.  sting wields an expression of pure focus — stubborn determination to write their own story.  their true story.  he answers with a stern tone — the fire, which he thought had withered, now stirring within his chest,  ❛ we won’t let it. ❜

sting fights his own solemn aura and meets rogue’s uncertainty with a small smile.  he lifts a hand to place it upon his shoulder.  sting’s gaze traces the image of battered gloves and clothes stained in red.  what more could this world do to them ?  it was a question he hated asking himself, but it was something he needed to confront — something they needed, if they could ever hope to prepare for the worst.

a soft touch wasn’t enough after such a feat.  sting still feels his bones ache, a lingering pain that was like the aftermath of being thrown through a hurricane.  storms of wind and water crushed them violently.  given time, sting came to recognize that they weren’t the sea, where such catastrophes were born.  they were the mountain which had braced through the storm all along.  unmovable.  not so easily destructible.

without anymore hesitation, he pulls rogue into an embrace.  chin resting on his shoulder, hands clenching into fists against his back, he holds him tight — despite the yawning injuries of battle.  ❛ i love you, man.  you’re my best friend.  you know that, right ?  and  .  .  .  we decide our destiny from here on out. ❜

deep ass starters.   ╱   accepting !

#good morning to only these two #✧ sting & rogue ( prxestigiae )— ❛ don’t wake us up，we’d rather just keep dreaming. #prxestigiae #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake.

[aitheros]

“Someone’s grumpy & late this morning.” Was there a slight hint of smugness to his tone, yes. Yes there was. Rogue knew why Sting was both of those things this morning. For last night he’d carefully placed empty cups all over the bottom floor of Sting’s home and looking at his partners expression, he hadn’t been all to thrilled at the discovery. / Perfect /. // idk maybe they’re meeting up for breakfast? : )

whoever passed the lie that rogue was the sensible and refined one of the two — clearly had some wires crossed.

sting had awaken like any other morning.  it wasn’t until he left his room that he knew something was amiss.  turning the corner of his flat ,  he halts at the top of his stairs.  just at the bottom ,  his floor was littered in  .  .  .  cups ?  all upright and placed in some perfect arrangement.  was it orga ?  no — that was too much effort for him.  yukino ?  he knew she had an axe to grind with him ,  but this was too childish for her.  and if minerva wanted to torture him ,  she didn’t need to resort to such theatrics.  no ,  this was the working of a more deviant mind — a creative, calculative person who knew just how to get under his skin.  not to mention ,  time to dedicate making his life particularly difficult for his own satisfaction.

eyes widening ,  he shoots a look at lector.  a look that says  ‘ you knew about this,  didn’t you ? ’  the betrayal.  lector is without words for the first time since he’s known him ,  smothering his giggles beneath his paws ,  before sprouting wings and avoiding the hazard although.   ❛  hey !  you serious ,  right now ?  ❜   sting shouts after him ,  before he glides out the door.  he says something along the lines of  ‘ good luck ,  pal! see you at breakfast , ’  midst his laughter.

sting wasn’t going to let that shadow munching jerk win.  no way.  when they returned ,  he was going to knock each one of these cups down by throwing rogue like a bowling ball into the disarray. 

the cups covered most of the flooring ,  but it wasn’t completely unreasonable to dodge.  yes — if he just gained enough leeway ,  he could easily leap over the mess.

fucking rogue. what a dick.

sting grabs either side of the hand rails ,  swing back and forth in preparation.  man ,  did the surface area of his apartment get  .  .  .  bigger ?  he takes a few quick breaths as he mutters to himself that he can do this. fuck rogue.

like a rubber band released from its tension ,  he pushes forward and sprints down the stairs.  at one of the last steps ,  he launches himself off the ground with only the goal of reaching the other side on mind.  but alas — nope.  he falls short ,  diving chest first into the collective of cups.  just as he realizes he screwed up ,  he pulls his arms up to protect his best feature. his face ,  which read utter regret.

the sound of him crashing could be compared to someone dropping all the bowling balls on the ground.  all of them ,  in existence.  sting laid there for a moment ,  groaning in defeat with cups  —  the fucking cups all over him !  throwing them off in a mild rage ,  he mutters to himself ,   ❛  what an asshole  .  .  .  ❜

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  

several minutes later ,  he finally rendezvous with the current bane of his existence.  brushing back his unkempt hair to hide the signs of chaos ,  sting doesn’t answer his smug greeting.  he only beams a fiery glare.  then he pulls a cup from his back and slams it on the table.   

❛  if i ever see another cup again ,  it’ll be way too soon.  ❜

(  inspired by  )

#A SENSIBLE FUCKING PERSON: let's try to walk around it #STING: ima jump it .... #IM DYING OKA #i can't believe i'm using this icon in a semi-serious context #prxestigiae #long post / #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity.

[aitheros]

“  life hack  :  you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon.  ”

that was definitely not something he expected to come out of rogue’s mouth.   surely ,  the guild master status had been straining — he could tell very simply by the tower of dirty coffee mugs in the sink.  sting could sympathize.  he had that role for only a year but he was prepared to burn himself over a pyre made from the guild’s paperwork.

his eyebrows drew back ,   opening his mouth slowly to conjure an adequate response.  something that demonstrated sensitivity and empathy — ❛  i heard miss porlyusica recommended you a therapist.  but i’m  .  .  .  guessing it’s not going too well ?  either that or — they have some new crazy ideas for stress relief.  ❜ 

nope. that was not an appropriate response.

RANDOM TEXT STARTERS.   ╱   accepting !

#prxestigiae #sting ur terrible @ this #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity.

[aitheros]

“ i’m the one with the ghosts in my bed ” // from future rogue : )))

he was too afraid to ask him for elaboration.  his very presence already triggers a shiver up his spine.  the sight of him froze sting in his stance.  he never felt such anguish — not even when faced against acnologia.  his very face sparks a new form of terror as this was a personal matter.  his dearest friend.  his long time partner.  he was and he wasn’t rogue.

❛ i wonder who it was that put them there. ❜  his reply is grave, resonating with quiet resentment.

sting’s fists clench, eyes darkening as he spoke. this rogue’s voice and twisted features so familiar.  how that man haunted him endlessly.

refusing to yield to his fear, he steps forward.  curiosity written across his expression — and anger.  so much anger.  sting wanted so badly to ask him ‘ why ? ’ — why did he do what he did ?  

how couldn’t bear looking into his eyes.  those same eyes that watched sting’s, the other sting’s, life leave within his grasp.  he wanted to understand, to tear at his seams in hopes of finding his inner self.  sting wanted to know just how much of himself he lost along his journey to power and destruction.  he feels his voice waver, slowly slipping away from the courage he tries so hard to wield.  ❛ you don’t think i have my share of ghosts ?  you really think i’m not haunted ? ❜  hands shaking and teeth baring with disgust, he meets the man’s stare with his gaze like piercing daggers.  he grows more cold with each word he utters.

❛ — of course not.  because you seem to only think about yerself.  not the people you’ve hurt.  not the people you’ve killed. ❜ 

pvris: white noise.   ╱   accepting !

#☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #prxestigiae #prxestigiae: future rogue #☼ route ii. — ❛ golden child，tell me what it’s like to conquer.

[aitheros]

kith for the Memes :3

he didn’t want to be there — not at first.  not with them.  perhaps it was his sentimental side that persuaded himself to tag along.  some crime sorciere members couldn’t blow their nose without someone ‘responsible’ there to hold the tissue.  let alone go out and socialize ?  forget it.  sting almost laughed aloud at the thought of him being the responsible one for the evening.  as the drinks continue to pour, he feels his frustration dull ever so slightly.  he didn’t drink enough to deter his judgement.  he couldn’t possibility, given his 24 / 7 duties.  

hazel eyes scan the crowd for his little trouble makers.  so far so good, he thinks before throwing back another glass.  then, he catches a glimpse of her.  how the sight of her made his heart race — feeling a tiny tremble within his chest.  she looked beautiful, as always.  god, how annoying.  he felt his grip tighten around his glass, forcing himself to peel his eyes away — lest he start throwing fists at the sight of strangers gawking at her.    

he tries to find something, or someone, else to hold his interest.  his gaze captures the pink one — mary.  the loud one.  the dark horse of the group, yet objectively pretty.  sting readies himself to take another sip, before his glass pauses at his lower lip.  curious.  sting couldn’t help but notice something very curious.  he had enact for reading people,  especially those who are clearly pinning for someone.  the poison dragon, judging by where mary’s stare falls.  it takes a lot for sting to hold in his laughter.  it was cute — really, it was.  but cobra was oblivious, otherwise uninterested, judging by his apathy.  who knows, sting wasn’t the one who could read minds.  if he was pretending not to care, he was doing a great job.

then the most immature, yet amusing idea sparks.  a smirk slowly crept to sting’s face.  he stands and makes his way toward mary.

sting slides into the booth, sitting beside her, probably at little too close for comfort.  but she was sober enough to rip his intestines from his body if she really hated his attention.  sting puts on the pitiful charm, probably for the first time in a while.  leaning his cheek to his hand, he makes firm eye contact with the stars in hers.   ❛ you know  .  .  .  couldn’t help but notice, you were lookin’ kind of lonely. ❜   shit, no.  this is stupid.  as if she’d actually buy this act.  he frowns as he looks back at erik, who’s clearly preoccupied with sorano.  a shallow sigh escapes him, voice lowering so that they wouldn’t be heard above the drone of the crowd.   ❛ sucks, don’t it ?  being right in front of someone you care about but them actin’ like you’re not even there. ❜

after he has to tear his gaze away yet again, he looks down at his drink instead, rubbing the condensation from the glass.    ❛ so — wanna try and get their attention in the worst way ?  make ‘em jealous. ❜   he says, gingerly sliding her drink away as he scoots closer.   ❛ no, really — i mean it !  watch. ❜

sting runs his fingers along her jawline, before weaving them through her hair.  he tugs her closer — slowly until he felt the delicate graze of her skin against his.  his thumb brushes her chin, a smug smile playing at his expression.  after a pause, sting pulls her toward him — lips pressing firm against hers.  it definitely wasn’t as guilt ridden as he expected.  sting holds her there for a moment, softening his pressure against her lips — which were so obviously painted.  he would wipe it off later, but maybe after the night was over.  the evidence was necessary.   then he does something unexpected, his tongue playing with hers — his hands in her hair tightening into fists.  gotta make it believable, right ?  when he finally pulls away, he peers over his shoulder, and yep — that got their attention.  mission accomplished.

KISSES FROM STING.   ╱   accepting !

#long post / #killrate #this is the verse where sting is pinning after sora .... #GOD ... #sting: lol let's kiss & make em jealous #me: what are u 14 #the sad thing is he's not even drunk but he still hatched this DumbAss idea #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #✧ sting & mary ( killrate ) — ❛ we’re not broken，just bent.

[aitheros]

"How come you're so different around them?" / lisanna 👀

his past — his guild was an origin for this behavior, their grasp upon his roots violent. he’s deprived of light but still expected to grow. he didn't want to be another wilting flower in their garden — a parasitic fragment of life, clutching the earth beneath him, praying for the sun’s return. sting wanted to create his own light. to be his own beacon, guiding lost ones with his own vibrant rays. he wanted to be better. not just inside but out.

her question triggers a flash of curiosity, still left breathless at her ability to speak directly to his heart. her words a gentle caress to his inner wounds. her emotional touch was startling, but not unwelcome. it was a soft reminder of just how little reassurance he received, and how much he truly needed it.

sting takes several moments before finally meeting her gaze — eyes searching hers, awaiting elaboration. although, he understood what and who she was referring to. him not needing to hear the context spoke legions.

he wore his mask well. occasionally too well. skin morphing with plastic, he sometimes forgets which parts were born of the nurtured child he was and which were born from the weakness exploited. a man shrouded by arrogance — stricken with grief. once seeing the world only through his sheer veil, he was disconnected. he was socially isolated as a child, feared for his power. hated for his strength. the inability to control how others saw him only drove him to further regain that control. sting was once damaged enough to cater to another's judgement. becoming a monster that other monsters could fear.

“ i always thought . . . it was to protect myself. ”

such a fruitless endeavor it was. hardening himself didn't offer security. he realized it only made him weaker. a sheet of rock around his core, only more susceptible to crumbling. times change. the inner clock of his soul counting down the minutes to an abrupt end. the fragile nature of life was haunting. there was no desire to waste more precious time on doing what was expected of him. being what people already decided he was. sting had no use for masks now. no use for pretending.

he didn't want to admit the real answer. a pathetic confession never spoken aloud despite the hold it has within his chest. lisanna was a special case. she is the match and he was the candle. she is the spark and his are the embers. she is the sun and he a bloom returning to life. she carries the light and leaves some too.

sting turns to fully face her, eyes pressing shut in introspection. “ but now i think . . . it was because i was afraid. so i told myself that the people who’ve already made up their mind about me — didn't deserve to know the real me. ” with a subtle tilt of his head, the corners of his lips curve up. his hand lifts, almost instinctively, holding her face in his palm. fingers grazing and curling around her cheek. he wields that endearing smile with little effort. “ i want you to know the real me. for everyone to. i don't . . . wanna play their game anymore. ”

ASK BOX SPRING CLEANING.   ╱   send help !

#i hope this is in english #i wrote this while i was super zooted im so sorry #fairybond #fairybond: lisanna #✧ sting & lisanna ( fairybond ) — ❛ of all the things my hands have held，the best by far is you. #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity.

[aitheros]

[smile] from 400 years ago~

there was still so little he understood.  about the world — about himself.  he carries a unique type of light, one that could illuminate the deepest of shadows  —  so his mother told him.  little sigurd wanted to ask her more about this light.  yet, each time he tried to she would fight back tears, resting a gentle hand to his head before saying, ‘ soon, my love ’.

there was so little he understood. 

elaine kept magic at a safe distance for as long as she could.  she learned that sigurd would spend his entire life worrying about magic.  for now, she wanted him to be a child.  for his worries to belong to that of a child and nothing more.  until he was old enough to enter that world, the only magic he experiences is the occasional entity whom he might witness.  one entity in particular.  she trusted her to prevent encouragement to his curious mind.   although, she did spark the young boy’s fascination more than his mother imagined.

there were times that couldn’t be helped.  with the growing conflicts within stella and the migrations of dragons, travel from the country wasn’t always safe.  just this once, she humbly requested aquarius to wait with her son for a few moments.  she hates to ask this of her, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  elaine disappears into the temple by the sea, the final time she would intend to see those walls, whilst the other two linger along the coastline.

the boy’s gaze fixates on the ground, the way the white sand pushes and pulls with the tide. he is hesitant to pass his stare to the woman he’s only seen briefly before.  he finally does so with caution.  sigurd’s glance is met with something unexpected.  a smile, an ethereal aura emanating from her.  

the young boy’s expression relaxes, hazel eyes widening before he too smiles back.  amidst his look of awe, he speaks with a small voice,   ❛  mum says you’re a . . . celestial.  does that mean you’re like a star and you live in the sky ?  ❜   eyes brightening with intrigue, he continues — how he loved to keep on talking once he started.   ❛  you know, she calls me her star.  does that mean — i’ll grow up to live where you do someday ?  ❜   

before he had the chance to hear the woman’s response, elaine returns to call him away, her gentle voice urging him to not bother her ‘colleague’.  his mother was usually considerate about keeping personal matters away from professional ones.  since her letter from anna heartfilia, that feat became rather difficult.  ‘ come on dear, it’s time to go board the ship. ’ 

elaine beams a look of silent gratitude to aquarius, before pulling sigurd away by his tiny hand and closing her gate for the last time until they arrive in fiore.

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#sacrecean #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route vii. — ❛ my house was always made of glass. #the foreshadowing ................ for limbo verse ....... #✧ sting & thalassa ( sacrecean ) — ❛ just hold on，we’re going home.

[aitheros]

“  do i like him or is he just tall?  ” / this scorpihoe could be talking about anyone at this point

❛  huh  .  .  .  what is it with you girls and tall men ?  that doesn’t automatically make them boyfriend material.  i mean — i’m tall ,  but you don’t see me rackin’ up the numbers.  ❜   he couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps that last portion should have been kept to himself.  it’s not like he didn’t believe himself to be attractive — borderline hot ,  on a good day.  yet ,  all his conquests often ended the same.  promptly.  it’s to be expected as sting has a unique flaw that is — well ,  his entire personality.  

sting realizes how sad that must’ve sounded ,  but there’s no going back now !  instead ,  he fills the silence of the room with a chuckle.  he drawls ,  quirking an eyebrow ,    ❛  does  .  .  .  that answer yer question ?  ❜

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#killrate #jkaghdl #i hope she’s talking abt erik #bc sting would never compare his bullshitery to rogue #sting: is cocky af #also sting: self deprecation !! :) #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity. #✧ sting & mary ( killrate ) — ❛ we’re not broken，just bent.

[aitheros]

puts a pretty white flower atop his head. “try not to eat this... right away, at least. it looks nice on you!”

he was cautious upon her approach, leaning forward whilst under the impression that she had something to tell him.  sting pauses as eyes shift to what was in her hand.  a flower.  a white flower, more specifically.  if it were anyone else, he would’ve protested.  yet, how could you say ‘no’ to a princess ?  ❛ yer majesty  .  .  . ❜  he drawls, steadying his posture so not to knock the bloom from his head. 

sting exhales a soft laugh, hands lifting to adjust and secure it within his unruly blonde locks.  extending his arms at his side, he asks playfully with a grin,  ❛ so, princess — you think this should be an everyday look for me, ‘r what ? ❜ 

#how DARE u enable me to make flower icons again #LGHSLDK #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #crocusblooms

[aitheros]

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. " -Gajeel !!

❛ i am — ? ❜ 

he couldn’t hide that look of disbelief.  who could blame him ?  it was 26 ° C and the middle of summer.  clearly, he was taking a jab at him.  he could tell that by the sarcastic, smug tone alone.  yet, sting struggles to figure at why.  after a pause, he looks down — carefully eyeing his attire, or lack there of, searching for any indication that he looked ‘ cold ’.  then . . . it hit him.  with a swift eye roll and hands lifting to rest upon his hips, he sighs.

sting gives a head tilt and an expression that read ‘sorry for your poor taste’.  the iron dragon had made it abundantly clear that sting’s face was particularly annoying to look at.  now he was attacking his fashion sense ?  the fucking nerve.  sting couldn’t help but continue to taunt him — even at the expense of his own safety.   ❛ damn gajeel — if flawless good looks offend you so much, you shouldn’t have agreed to go on this job with me. ❜

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#gOD #i return from my short hibernation for THIS #steeltempered: gajeel #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake.