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eve-evil-lair · 4 years

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Linger Till Dawn, Goliath x Elisa, NSFW

Always wanted to write something for Goliath and Elisa (is it now Golisa? Eliath? lol) here’s a piece. Available on my AO3 as well.

The music was flowing through her windows, delicate notes of smooth jazz tickled Elisa’s ear. She looked over at the street below and felt the wind brush through her hair. There was something familiar about that gust of wind and she looked up. A smile spread over her lips as she saw Goliath land on her balcony.

“Hey, there big guy. You’re just on time,” she said, stretching her hand to him.

“I’m glad,” he kissed the inside of her palm. “I’d hate to keep you waiting.” He looked at her outfit. “Especially since you are looking this beautiful.”

She had a light blue summer dress on her, with a darker blue sash tied around her waist.

“Waiting is not always a bad thing,” she winked and gave him a look. “Thank you, you are looking sharp!” She chuckled a bit confused.

It seemed he was wearing a black T-shirt that fit him all too nicely, doing nothing to hide his muscular chest. His regular loincloth has been replaced by high waisted slacks. It was a really unusual look for him.

Goliath coughed, a little self-conscious. “Xanatos insisted I dress… more modern for the occasion.” He swayed on the balls of his feet. He didn’t mention David also adding something about sweeping Elisa off her feet. “Do you- like it?” he asked carefully

She hummed trying to decide on which words to use. She couldn’t truly say if she liked or not.

“You hate it, don’t you,” Goliath sighed. “I shouldn’t have listened to Xanatos.”

“No, no, I don’t hate it!” She assured him. “It’s just I am not used to seeing you wearing more than your usual loincloth.” She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Ah, I see,” he smiled at her and brushed his hand through her hair.

“What about you, do you like how you look?” She gently guided him inside her flat.

“Well, I’m… unsure of it myself.” He followed her. “We are no strangers to clothing, we had adapted it as our encounters with humans became more frequent. I don’t mind it myself but this- is indeed more than I’m used to.”

“It sure is,” Elisa chuckled. She looked over her shoulder and gasped. “Oh no, it’s raining. I hoped we could eat outside.”

They seemed to have narrowly avoided a downpour. Goliath smiled enjoying the mix of the rainfall and the music selection Elisa had.

“Rain is a blessing, it’s been very dry recently,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

“You’re right,” she begrudgingly agreed. “Still…”

He chuckled and placed a hand on her back. “It’s your company that I have been looking forward to the most.”

Elisa arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Just my company?” There was mischief and temptation in the gleam of her eyes that certainly made him feel hot under the collar.

Goliath cleared his throat. “I- Ah! It certainly smells delicious in here, have you been cooking?” he ventured into the kitchen, leaving her behind.

She giggled. “Sure, it’s my cooking you want to talk about, huh?” She said to herself.

“Hello Cagney,” he greeted the small feline that jumped at the kitchen counter and meowed at Goliath. The large gargoyle smiled and gently scratched Cagney’s back earning himself a purr.

“You two getting along?” Elisa walked past them sliding her fingertips between Goliath’s shoulder blades.

“Indeed.” There was a twitch to his ears and his tail briefly slipped around her leg. “Can I assist you?”

“You can grab the plates from the cupboard up there,” she plated up the steak she'd prepared for their date, mash and a salad.

They set the table together and enjoyed the meal, talking a little about their day, Goliath listening intently to her with a light smile. The tip of his tail was stroking her ankle and her hand somehow always found an excuse to brush over his. Finally, they fell into a comfortable silence. The rain was drumming gently outside. The instrumental jazz continued playing. Goliath sighed enjoying the wine Elisa prepared and looked at her lovingly.

He set the glass down and stood up. “I believe dancing is also a part of this dating ritual?” He smiled and offered her his hand.

Elisa accepted his offer. “It can be.” She stood up and slipped her hand in his, the other rested on his shoulder.

Goliath gingerly placed his large palm over her waist marvelling at how fragile she felt in his hands. It contrasted so sharply with her strength of character. Physical strength too. He recalled all the battles they fought side by side. Her clever mind, a strong sense of justice, kindness. If he put his mind to it he certainly could write a poem about her.

They swayed together to the music. How lucky was he to have found her? A miracle in tragedy.

“What are you thinking?” She whispered, gazing into his eyes.

“Magic,” he replied.

“What kind of magic?” She inquired further.

“Of life,” he said. “And love. And you.”

“Me?” She chuckled. “Since when I’m magic?”

“Since the day I met you,” he brought her fingers to his lips. “You bewitched me, even if I did not know until much later.”

“You and me both, though I think I knew it faster,” she traced her fingers over his chin and lips.

He smirked. “Is that so?” His voice dropped into a purr. It sent a shiver straight through her.

“Positive,” she nodded, humour twinkled in her eyes.

He hummed and leaned down. Their lips met in a, at first gentle, kiss. Their eyes gazed into each other's, and a spark jumped between them. Suddenly Elisa’s feet left the floor and her back met with the wall. Their tongues wrapped around each other, hot breaths mixing. Her mouth left him briefly and found his neck. He growled, talons digging into the red brick as she sucked on the skin over his pulse.

“Elisa, I-” he swallowed hard, trying to catch himself before he’d succumb too far.

“Shhh…” she stroked his lips. “No talking. This is the best part.” She kissed him sweetly and then nibbled at his earlobe. “You know where the bedroom is.” She whispered and it was as if he was truly bewitched.

His tail swished rapidly behind him. He did know. He carried her there. The sound of the rain and the jazz, muffled by the door, accompanied them as they removed their clothes. Quickly, in haste, growling and cursing - no doubt - he ripped the t-shirt, he wasn’t sure about the trousers. She gasped, bit her lip and whined happily as his mouth found her breast. Her hands sunk into his hair, the silk of it flowing almost like water through her fingers.

“Oh, Goliath, this is so good~” She sighed, not even for a second doubting that his talons which could rip through concrete wouldn’t bring her harm. Quite the opposite - the way his knuckles stroked between her legs was more than fine at the moment.

“Elisa,” he growled her name in a way that squeezed her insides and pooled heat in her belly. It was a question and desire rolled into one.

“Yes.” She breathed out.

The bed creaked in loud protest as he climbed the mattress. Her legs lay apart, waiting for him. He knew she needed a bit more to be ready for him. His mouth found her centre and she hissed, gripping on his hair.

“Goliath,” she whined. Was it experience or was it one of the books he was reading so much, she couldn’t find a word of complaint as he spread her folds wide open and his tongue licked over her. He knew her reactions well, knew what he was looking for. There was purpose in his actions, every lick, each gentle suck over her clit, it brought her closer and closer to the brink until she arched her back and soaked his face in her juices.

Pleased with himself, Goliath climbed higher. He fully intended to take his time getting her more ready but Elisa had her own plans. This wasn’t their first time or even second. She knew his girth well and she didn’t want to wait.

When he kissed her, she swiftly turned them around and pinned his hands down. She could feel his tail rubbing over her sex and she let him pump it a couple of times, really enjoying herself, but that wasn’t the plan.

“Keep your hands here,” she ordered and smirked, rendering him a bit speechless.

She sat up, sliding down to his waist. Her ass stopped as she felt his cock against her ass. Her pussy throbbed at the very thought of having him inside her. Her hands reached below and guided him into her. She gasped and moaned as the air escaped her lungs.

“Oh God,” she whined. It took her a moment to open up her eyes and see his own hands digging into the wall above her bed, head tossed back and teeth gritted.

She paused, giving them a moment to breathe and adjust. She wasn’t a tiny woman but even then she could feel the gentle bulge his cock created inside her. Tentatively, she moved. The first bounce, then another. She was so stretched it made her shiver. His hands finally dislodged from the wall and took hold of her stiff nipples.

She mewled and gasped his name as she rolled her hips on him. He growled, barely stopping himself from grabbing her hips and pounding her into oblivion. She was so tight, he doubted he’d ever get over it. It was always a struggle not to finish too soon.

Elisa’s body stretched and writhed above him. The moonlight illuminating her skin and breast and he could just drown in how erotic she looked. The hunger she caused in him could never be satisfied.

“E-Elisa,” he gasped and groaned. “I’m… so- so close…” he whined.

“Just a little longer,” she panted, reaching down to her clit, helping herself out. The orgasm shook her with overwhelming force. She cried out barely registering how he spilt inside her, his claws ripping her sheets.

She collapsed forward onto his chest and nuzzled him. “Off to a great start?” She mumbled.

“Most certainly,” he said with his breath shaky. They kissed, in the pure bliss of each other’s presence.

Goliath laid on his side, his fingers stroking through her hair and down her shoulder. He ghosted over her back and squeezed her thigh. Elisa pulled back briefly, letting him slip out and turned her back to him.

He kissed her shoulder as he lifted her leg higher up. His tail snaked its way over her hip and the tip pressed onto her clit. When his dick pushed into her the second time she greeted the feeling with relief. Her missing piece. She craned her neck and they kissed. His hands stroked her chest, cupping her breast tenderly. They started to move together. Each roll of their hips, each stroke of his cock inside her was electrifying. The second round was always the best. Where they could be still drunk with the high of the first one but getting into an intimate rhythm of just being.

The bed creaked and protested. Goliath’s hand on her thigh, keeping her wide open, squeezed her flesh. She bit her lips feeling the sting of his claws. Her fingers dug into his arm. From her eyes, he could read how much she craved his kiss. Leaning down, he broke the rhythm briefly so he could satisfy his thirst for her.

“You are truly incredible,” he whispered. “Ravishing.”

She reached to his face, fingers brushing over his chin. There was a smile on her face as she moaned. That tricky tail of his hasn’t been idle either. It squeezed and teased. She had no other choice but to give in.. Her second orgasm wasn’t explosive as the first; it came like a wave, washing through her and sweeping the air out of her lungs for only the briefest of moments.

Then after the second came the third and fourth. They stayed together until the last second before he’d turn to stone. He left her bed, reluctant, wrapping the sheets around his waist since they couldn’t be bothered finding where his slacks went.

When morning came Elisa stroked his granite face and kissed his lips. This was the hardest part of dating a gargoyle. Never enough time for after sex cuddles. It was okay though, she could wait. Her mind filled with bliss, Elisa finally fell asleep.

#exophilia #lemon #goliath x elisa #golisa #eliath #gargoyles #my writing #monster boyfriend

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elia--things · 4 years

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The Things You Said

You never said I was important

But your acts made me feel so

You never said I was important

But you lifted me up in any way

One day you said you loved me

The next day you said you didn’t mean it

One day being by my side was fun

The next day you said I made you enervated

One day you said you were grateful for my presence

The next day you said I belonged to your “hatred pile”

You said you couldn’t hurt me

But times and times again your actions proved otherwise

What the hell did I do?

Maybe I was too hopeful

Maybe I was too determined to hold onto one end of the rope

While you were slowly releasing the other

At last

I understand

I can’t pretend I matter to you anymore

Cuz I truly don’t

I take back the part of me that I handed over to you

You don’t deserve it

It’s over

#sprinkleofthoughts #eliathings #uneditedshizzle

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henantier · 5 years

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i know i get nowhere by asking arktwend/nehrim/enderal lore continuity questions because most of it was retconned, but exactly how does the 7-stage civilization cycle relate to the fate cycle? i’m so confused

#vyn lore discussion #ok so the fate cycle goes like this afaik:#1) the light-born rise to power #2) the envoy of fate (idk who that is. my guess is the eliath) retrieves someone from a pocket dimension and makes them a mage in some way #3) this mage finds themselves in tirmatral and becomes the shadowgod #4) first light-born is killed. rebellion ensues #5) the predestination of the tel'imatath is publicized and another shadowgod comes #6) the new shadowgod kills the rest of the light-born #then it repeats with new light-born #we know there are at least two of these in the current cycle. one from the 4000s to the 8200s and there was most likely one before that #due to a similar time frame #but exactly how does it relate. how many are there. is it bound to specific stages #oh yeah in step 6 the new shadowgod kills the personification of fate. thats sarantha this time around #so again. if anyone has any hcs about this.#i feel like i'm talking to an empty room and hearing my voice echo but y'know. y'all followed me for a reason

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natalieironside · 1 year

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Caer Corynnod has a bunch of tourist trap international quarters and people who go to see the Queen are like "Hmm shall we get the hummus from Little Eliath or the falafel at Taste of Arvaad? I hear Little Eldur has a haggis place now."

#in the court of the nameless queen

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tasteslikekeys · 6 years

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I KNEW Demon!Bucky would awaken my Gargoyles obsession. Was a hoot drawing Steve in Elisa’s silly outfit.

#my art #fanart #stucky #gargoyles #steve rogers #demon!bucky #bucky barnes #elisa maza #wtf meg #god i used to draw gargoyles everywhere back in the day #and did crazy crossovers #reboot anyone?#come talk to me for hours about how folding their wings #was the most genius thing ever #shipped these 2 so hard #what's their ship name even?#eliath?#golisa?

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arkt-nehrim-archive · 3 years

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Hey! Are you willing to answer lore questions about Nehrim? Specifically Narathzul... the timeline for his imprisonment doesn’t seem to be right.

Do you know how long he was imprisoned for? Because somewhere before then, he had to imprison his dad... and Baratheon took over presumably right after. Beats me how Tealor survived like that for however many years Narathzul had him there.

Always, and thank you for asking! =D This is a tricky one, but I’ll do my best. At the end of the day, I can only speculate. I’ll divide it into two parts, one for Tealor and one for Narathzul.

[ Spoilers for both Nehrim and Enderal below. ]

Starting with Tealor! He didn’t survive imprisonment. The Tealor Arantheal you engage with in Enderal is not the real one, he is the Emissary; the personification of what he failed to do/wished to be, as any Emissary is, you kinda have to die for one to be created. Yes, they -say- he’s alive and nobody can really discount that fact because I mean, he’s there, living and breathing in front of people, vouching for himself, and as we all know, it’s -really- hard to argue with that man! Plus, our Enderal PC wouldn’t really have any reason to be able to call him out, they don’t have the knowledge the player might about Nehrim’s story beats.

Now, the timelines between the games are obviously wildly different, but whether it was 30 years or 1,000 for Tealor, he -died-. He would’ve had to. Narathzul doesn’t mention his father when he tells you what he did to the paladin’s spirits, so unfortunately we don’t have hard confirmation -from- a Nehrim source, we can only say he’s likely to be dead because of how Emissaries work.

-Strictly- speaking to Nehrim, Tealor is a spirit, or some kind of undead, bound to the Temple, which is why once he realizes you’re not Narathzul, he disappears and all them black skeletons come wreck your shit. Looking back to Enderal, there’s another time something like this happens! Down in the ancient Pyrean city too, when the High Ones be pulling their bullshit, a whole shitton of Lost Ones are raised to hamper your path in that very specific red lighting. I mention -that-, because -Nehrim- Tealor is guarding the Predestination in the Creator’s Temple, even reciting it as you progress through the dungeon, which we know are created by the Eliath (who may or may not also be High Ones, I can make a whole other post about that). He could’ve just teleported away of course, but there’s no casting animation for that, he just despawns and then the lighting goes red and the skeletons show up. Details are important.

I can’t give a clear answer, but for the sake of trying to link the two game’s lore on the subject, -I- personally believe that Narathzul killed his father, but unlike the other Paladins, didn’t bind him there. That would come later, from the High Ones. Narathzul slaying him could’ve been a similar catalyst to how the Prophet was killed by the Veiled Woman, only Narathzul couldn’t have known what became of it. So! The way Tealor “survives” his imprisonment, is being an Emissary- they’re immortal, they don’t die until their purpose is fulfilled, and given the High Ones are timeless creatures, it stands in my mind to reason they easily could’ve held onto a pawn for decades/centuries to bring about The Cleansing.

Onto Narathzul!

Due to retcons, it’s a pretty solid cleave between Nehrim and Enderal’s lore deciding how long Narathzul was imprisoned. There is technically a definite answer in the sense Nehrim being strictly canon seems not be the case anymore, so he was imprisoned for 30 years. A book from Forgotten Stories attempts to clear up the matter about why Nehrim uses 1,000 years and Enderal uses 30, and frankly, it’s a -mess-. It suggests that Narathzul simply -lied- to his followers and they spread those lies to fluff up his myth, but I call -bullshit- on that because the whole -point- of Narathzul being special because of his bloodline is dependent on how long he spent down there and didn’t age. I’ve heard it said it’s “not realistic”, but of course it’s not, it’s a thousand fucking years, it’s called -high fantasy-! It’s stupid, fun Tolkien bullshit! Narathzul could’ve put himself through centuries long naps for all we know, it just builds the willpower of the character that he endured for such an -impossible- span of time. Not to mention, the source of the above material -is- the Holy Order, and Enderal spends a lot of its time heavily implying them fools be lying all the time to maintain their power structure, so why trust it as canon anymore than trusting Narathzul? It makes -sense- that an organization in service to the Lightborn would defame and discredit what happened, Narathzul was a rebel, of -course- you make him look as terrible as possible to maintain the status quo.

In the end, it’s whatever side of canon you subscribe to regarding how long Narathzul was imprisoned. Some prefer Enderal’s, others prefer Nehrim not getting shafted. Personally, I’m of the mind it was 1,000 years. He survived because he’s half Lightborn, he’s theoretically immortal- and that’s not even bringing up the lineage of the Aeterna and how long they can potentially live WITHOUT special snowflake Lightborn power because of the -Seraphim- who live insanely long too (Hi, Arkt, he’s 8,000 at -least-, it’s terrifying) being the progenitors of Aeterna. Narathzul has multiple reasons why he can be as old as he is, and being inherently magic could help his survival in his confinement- not to mention he wasn’t -completely- alone between his jailer Arch-Seraph Arazdor, whoever was giving him provisions (books, chair, candles, etc), a Silver Plate to speak at whoever has the others, and however many people have attempted in the past to free him and not succeeded. ALL things that can be seen through environmental story telling. So when actually thought about, his confinement not driving him completely nuts (outside of just pure willpower) can be believed.

As a small side note, Barateon being 1,000 is a hard one to swing, but Merzul is also the same age and it could be argued they keep themselves a live by magic. If you look at Enderal’s take on the Lightborn, it’s doable.

Anyway, I hope that cleared something up! I know I always get long winded with these things. <:P

#lore things #Vynblr #Enderal #Nehrim #Narathzul Arantheal #Tealor Arantheal

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rosypepper · 2 years

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Please don't repost my drawing and my name was Eliath the montser but it petty long so I changed it to RoseyPepper

#art

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no-white-knights-blog · 7 years

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Halo - An Etrian Odyssey Novel (Chapter 34/50)

Sage was frowning heavily in concern as he quietly shut the door when he entered his shared bedroom, making sure it latched silently before turning and leaning his back against the door and facing Dyria. The protector was sitting on the edge his bed, hunched forward with a bag in his hand, sifting through it and likely searching for the items they'd collected from the Labyrinth for the request at the bar.

He made no motion to show he'd heard Sage enter the room, didn't lift his head away from what he was doing, and didn't speak, which left Sage uncertain of what to say and unsure of how he could make Dyria feel better. The protector had an empty look on his face, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but Sage was pretty sure Dyria was thinking about Flandr.

Sage didn't really know himself how he felt about the landsknecht showing up so suddenly. For weeks now Sage had been convinced he was the only one left alive from Historia, and he'd managed to accept that fact. He mourned when he had to, cried against Dyria's chest, let himself remember all that he could, even sketched the faces of his former guildmates so he would never forget them again.

Now Flandr was back, Sage's chest was tight with so many emotions, most notably relief and joy, but at the same time he was so confused, he had so many questions, none of which he could have answered until he knew Dyria was okay. Just that morning the protector had been acting completely normal, affectionate, acting in a way he only did around Sage.

It was only when the landsknecht pulled Sage into a tight, rather intimate hug, that Dyria started to act strange, suspicious. and distrustful. Maybe he didn't believe this newcomer was truly Flandr from Historia? Maybe he didn't believe him when he claimed he knew Sage? Maybe he didn't even believe that Seara was the survivalist's given name? Whatever the reason, Sage didn't like seeing Dyria like this, so he leaned a little more against the door, giving the protector a little longer to say something or at least bother to acknowledge the survivalist before speaking

"Are you mad?" Sage ended up asking, it was the only thing he could think of to ask, and Dyria stopped his rummaging finally, looking up at Sage with this mildly confused expression.

"No," he answered simply, and Sage tilted his head a little to the side.

"Then why are you acting so distant all of a sudden? Something is obviously bothering you. Didn't you promise me earlier that you would tell me if something was bothering you?"

Dyria continued to stare silently down at the bag before setting it down and taking to his feet, walking up to Sage and planting his hands firmly against the door on either side of the survivalist's shoulders before leaning closer and trapping his lips with his own. This kiss felt different to Sage, it seemed more intense, more desperate, and more impossible to fight.

Dyria eased even closer to Sage, until the survivalist could feel the heat of his chest just a hair's length away from his own, his breath hitching in his throat as Dyria broke the kiss only to trail soft kisses along his cheek to his jaw, following the strong line back to his ear and whispering to him, something that Sage was completely dumbfounded to hear.

"Are you going to leave with him?" Dyria asked softly, and Sage's eyes widened.

"What?" he lifted his hands to Dyria's shoulders, squeezing them, "Why would you even think that?" he gasped and tilted his head to the side when he felt warm lips close over his neck, eyes closing on their own.

It was so strange. Of course, Sage didn't hate the gentle touches and caresses, in fact he found himself wanting more of it, more of Dyria, but the way the protector was acting was strange. Like he was trying to distract Sage while asking these unbelievable questions. His words were heavy with insecurity, Sage could hear it in the explorer's voice, and it made his heart ache.

"He's a living member of guild Historia," Dyria murmured between the gentle kneading of his mouth against Sage's neck, "You thought they were all gone, your former guild, your brother's guild... but they're not. One of them is alive."

Sage mumbled something, unable to form words at first as his eyes rolled closed, shivering when Dyria's hand slipped beneath his shirt, fingers sliding across his bare skin, his touch like fire that burned a brand into Sage's skin, melting his brain and making every thought turn to slush. His body just got hotter when the protector slipped his thigh between Sage's legs, his other knee bracing against the door, essentially pinning him in place.

"Why would you... think that?" Sage managed to pant out, the unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensations abruptly halting when Dyria stopped kissing at his neck and dropped his head against Sage's shoulder, his hand slipping out from under Sage's shirt and both his forearms bracing against the wall on either side of the survivalist.

"I won't be mad if you go with him," Dyria said, and Sage's eyes widened, "He was your family before Halo was. I won't blame you, and I won't be mad. As long as you're happy, I want you to do what you want. If your happiness means you leave Halo to join that landsknecht then... I won't complain. Just know I will still fight for you," his cheek pressed against the side of Sage's neck, "I want you to stay, Sage. With Halo, with me. I can't lose you... I love you."

Sage's eyes widened in utter shock, his cheeks burning like he'd suddenly stepped into a fire, and his fingers curling into Dyria's shirt as he smiled softly, "Dyria...," he laughed softly, closing his eyes and refraining the need to shake his head in amusement.

"What can I do to convince you to stay with me?" Dyria asked, sounding tortured and panicked, "I'll do anything. Do you want me to ask that guy to join us? Do you want me to call you by your real name? I will if that's what you want, anything to keep you with me."

"There's nothing you need to do, Dyria," Sage laughed, one hand slipping up to urge Dyria to lift his head, "because I'm not going anywhere."

The look Sage received in response was almost adorable, "Really?"

"Really," Sage leaned closer and kissed Dyria, pulling him closer with an arm wrapping around his neck, "Dyria, even if everyone from Historia came back, I wouldn't leave you. I'm part of Halo now, and besides," he pushed his forehead against Dyria's so the protector had no choice but to keep eye contact with him, "I love you too."

A million emotions seemed to crash together in Dyria's green eyes as he pushed his forehead further against Sage's, at first unsure if he'd heard correctly, until Sage tilted his head and pressed his lips back against the protector's, his eyes closing as one hand tangled into the back of Dyria's hair, the other braced against the door at his hip. He couldn't believe this man; how could he be so insecure after all the time they'd spent together?

Sure, maybe compared to other couples, they hadn't been together for very long, three months compared to some people knowing each other for years before falling in love, but time was irrelevant to the heart. They hadn't known each other long, and they hadn't been in a romantic relationship for very long either, but Sage's heart didn't seem to realize that.

If he was going by the feeling in his heart alone, Sage would probably claim he'd been in love for years, as that was how it felt, and after those "years" of being in love, how could Dyria just assume Sage was willing to leave his side, even if members of Historia were still alive.

"Now," Sage murmured against Dyria's lips, not bothering to part any farther than he already had, "How can I convince you without a doubt that I'm never leaving your side?"

Dyria frowned at the question, and was about to tell Sage that there was no need, until he heard a soft click and realized rather abruptly that the survivalist had locked the door. He barely had a moment to register the sound before Sage's lips were back against his, and decided to just go with it, arms dropping to wrap around Sage's waist and lifting him up, backing away from the door and turning to lay the survivalist onto one of the beds in the room.

He was already long gone, so in love with this young man, there was no backing out now, so what was the harm in giving each other absolutely everything they had to offer, body, heart, and soul?

Emery hadn't used his abilities for years, he was understandably rusty at first, but after a few times healing little cuts and scrapes, it came easier and easier. His hands would tingle with warmth each time, and the euphoria he felt after healing was exhilarating. He had never felt so proud of himself or happy with his life than he did while at the hospital with Lynus at his side, cheerfully tutoring him and helping him through each step of healing he didn't understand.

Whenever there was a slow moment, Emery would turn away to check up on the dark hunter who had insisted he tag along. Nine times out of ten Zed was not somewhere he should have been, and Emery would have to search around a little before finding him hiding in the strangest places, tucked into the little space between two cupboards, or somehow perching on the windowsill with his back against the glass and the long, heavy curtains in front of him so no one inside would be able to find him.

Lynus thought it was adorable, going so far as to bring one of the extra hospital blankets out and giving it to Zed while he was sitting in a corner with his knees to his chest, helping to drape it over the dark hunter's head and smiling sweetly, "This will protect you from all the people in the hospital so you can just stay with Emery, okay? No one can see you if you keep this on your head."

"Lynus he's almost twenty," Emery said, holding his hand out, "He's not gonna fall for that," Zed was staring at the medic in awe, though, reaching up and pulling the blanket further onto his head, then down over his face, making Lynus chuckle as Emery pinched the bridge of his nose, "Are you kidding me?"

"If it makes him feel secure there's no harm in it," Lynus decided, standing up and turning to Emery, "I think it's cute, he obviously really trusts you and holds you highly."

"Can't imagine why," Emery grumbled and turned on his heel, pulling his glasses off to clean the lenses with the end of his shirt, "What's next on the schedule? It's good there haven't been any code blues, because I'm not ready for that. Are there any more civilians with sunburns? Fishermen with hooks stuck in their fingers? Stubbed toes? Splinters? I can fix those right up."

Lynus hummed a little before brightening, "I think I'll show you something a little different," he decided, walking up to Emery's side as the other medic slipped his glasses back on.

"Different," Emery repeated, "You're not gonna make me use any of the cures yet, are you?" he asked, looking over his shoulder to see Zed had shuffled over and was clinging to the back of his coat, the blanket draped over his head and face.

"No, for now it's just a demonstration of a healing technique I developed."

"On your own?" Emery asked, snorting, "This should be fun."

Emery followed behind Lynus as they left the main area of the hospital, down a few hallways towards the back, past the ICU rooms and into a different, much quieter hallway. Emery frowned a little when he felt Zed tighten his grip on his coat.

"I've never been back here before," he admitted, and Lynus hummed.

"Luckily these rooms aren't used very often. They're saved for coma patients, or patients with terminal illnesses that can't be cured," he stopped at one door and picked up the clipboard that was hanging off the handle, flipping through the pages, "Dr Stiles mentioned having a coma patient back here, and asked me a while back if I could take a look and see if I might be able to help, but I've been busy with my guild and haven't had much free time."

"Do they ask for your help a lot?" Emery asked, peering over Lynus' shoulder to see the report, "I wouldn't be surprised."

"Well, if they need me they call, normally for code blues," Lynus hummed, "Sometimes when I have free time I like coming in just to help out on my own."

"I probably won't be able to do stuff like volunteer work," Emery said, stepping back and Lynus smiled at him from over his shoulder.

"Why? You've been doing really well, you could probably do more than you think."

"Oh, it's not because I'm insecure about my healing, I just don't like people," Emery assured, holding a hand up, "It's a problem, Dyria keeps telling me to be more social, but... I'm not for that."

Lynus laughed a little, "You say that, but if the hospital asked for your help you would probably jump on it," his words came out on a teasing tone, and Emery pouted a little, "I've taught Dr Stiles and a few of the other medic's here how to manipulate this technique, so I'm sure they've tried before, but if Dr Stiles is asking for my help, then this patient is probably suffering from something a little deeper than most coma patients."

"So, you're hoping to wake him up, right?" Emery guessed, and Lynus hung the clipboard back up before pushing the door open quietly.

"That's what I'm aiming for," he answered, "This explorer was evidently found two and a half months ago by a few soldiers, badly wounded and unconscious. The injuries he sustained alone were enough to warrant Dr Stiles being worried, but after insuring the patient wasn't going to die, he realized his biggest problem was the fact he wasn't waking up."

Emery nodded slowly as he stepped into the room behind Lynus, making sure Zed was inside before shutting the door and turning to the bed where a man was lying on his back, sheets and covers pulled up and arms lying at his sides on top of the tucked covers. There were bandages still wrapped tightly around his shoulders and chest that Emery could see, and after two months, the fact he still had bandages around him showed just how severe the injuries had been.

"How badly was he hurt?" Emery asked, stepping up to the side of the bed and setting a hand on his hip, "Are the wounds steal healing?"

"Well, the report said the injuries weren't healing like they should have been, even with the aid of a medic, so Dr Stiles was thinking he must have been attacked by something cursed, but he's not certain. So, evidently yes, the wounds are still healing very slowly. Hopefully if we can wake him up we'll be able to fix that as well."

"At least he's alive I guess," Emery stated, leaning over the bed to see the man's face, "Though I can't say this is living. They found him in the Labyrinth?"

"Wearing torn explorer's clothes, but nothing else. The only other item he had on him was a necklace with a gemstone hanging from it. I think that's with his things."

"What things?" Emery asked, and Lynus rolled his eyes a little before walking over to the other side of the bed, reaching out and brushing aside the explorers bangs so he could feel his forehead.

The man's hair was so dark, Emery almost didn't notice the green tint to it, but now that he'd noticed it, it was easier to see his hair was a rich, dark emerald color. Emery always figured people in comas would look... peaceful, but this man looked like he was in pain, his brow drawn tightly like he was grimacing.

After a moment, Lynus pulled his hand back, "As I thought, there's a dark spot on his aura, but it's very deep. I can feel that he wants to wake up, but something is keeping him in this coma. Something that shouldn't be there."

"Like poison in his aura?" Emery guessed, and Lynus nodded, taking Emery's hand and leading him to press his hand against the man's forehead.

"Here, close your eyes, concentrate on his aura, his spirit, search for the dark spot and cast a refresh spell.

Emery did as he was told with a short nod, closing his eyes and following the directions Lynus provided until he could see the dark spot just like Lynus had claimed was there, casting a short refresh spell and furrowing his brow when he noticed the dark spot wavering.

"He really does want to wake up," he murmured, "I think... maybe a really simple cure could get rid of this shadow," he opened his eyes, "What do you think?"

"I agree," Lynus smiled, waving a hand, "Go ahead."

"Wait, what?" Emery quickly drew his hand away, shaking his head furiously, "No, no way, I can't do that. Didn't I already tell you? The last time I used a cure I..."

"I remember," Lynus smiled brightly, "but from what you explained, you used a cure three. What you need to do here is cure one, and after hearing you explain your training, you'd already perfected that."

"I could hurt him," Emery said shakily, and Lynus reached over to squeeze his hand.

"You won't."

Emery huffed a little, looking down at the unconscious man and sighing, reaching out and setting his fingers against his forehead, gritting his teeth before exhaling and shutting his eyes, reaching back to his memories and to the skills he'd learned by the time he was exiled. He could feel it in his own mind when the dark spot faded and disappeared completely, like a rush of cool air hitting him directly in the face.

Reaching deep into this man's mind, when that darkness disappeared, Emery was hit with flashes and images that had him jerking his hand away, stunned, as Lynus reached out to squeeze his shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked, looking down when an unexpected groan rose in the man's throat.

Lynus and Emery both watched him lift a hand to rub his face, wincing and peeling his eyes open to show a deep purple as richly colored as his hair, like a royal purple found in palace tapestries.

"Who're you?" the man asked in a dry voice, and Lynus beamed, turning and grabbing both of Emery's shoulders.

"You did it! I told you!"

"Ah, yea," Emery agreed, stunned, "I did... do that. Wow..."

"Uh," they looked back down at the man, who appeared understandably confused, "I don't mean to interrupt, but where am I?"

"You bounce back fast, considering," Emery stated, and the man squinted a little.

"Considering?"

"I'll get you some water," Lynus said quickly, turning away from the bed as the man pulled himself to sit up in the bed, holding his head and looking around the room.

"Is this a hospital?" he asked, lifting both hands and collecting the sides of his hair before pulling it back and tying it in place so it was out of his eyes, "I see. How did I get here?"

"A group of soldiers found you unconscious in the Labyrinth," Lynus answered, handing a cup of water to him, "You've been in a coma for two and a half months. Do you remember what-."

"Two and a half," the man repeated, pushing the cup back into Lynus' hands before cursing and carefully prying the IV's out of his arms, wincing and throwing the sheets back, pausing to touch the bandages around his chest and torso, "Damn it."

"It would be best to take it easy for a little," Lynus said with a calming smile, but the man ignored him as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I don't have time to take it easy. Thank you for helping me, I do appreciate it, but I have to-," his words were cut off when he stood up and promptly fell onto his face.

Emery laughed a little before clearing his throat, "Sorry."

Lynus knelt down beside the man, who was groaning, "What's wrong with my legs?"

"You've been unconscious for nearly three months," Emery offered, "You need to retrain yourself to walk, strengthen the muscles in your legs so you can walk normally again."

"I don't have time for this, don't you have medicine that can make me walk again?"

"No," Lynus admitted regretfully, "I can make it... easier, but I can't build your muscles up just with cure spells. Things like this need to be dealt with naturally."

"My guild could be dead," the man hissed, reaching for his neck and frowning, "Where's my necklace?"

"Ah, I'll get it," Lynus decided, "Emery, can you help him? There's a chair somewhere," he looked around, "I'll bring a chair first, help him back up."

"Sure," Emery agreed, taking Lynus' place and pulling one of the man's arms around his neck, "Sorry for laughing at you when you fell."

"Under normal circumstances I would have laughed too," the man sighed, cringing when Lynus rolled in a chair before leaving again, "You're kidding me."

"You're a gimp right now, so you're using a rolling gimp chair," Emery stated, and the man gaped at him.

"Are you seriously a medic from a hospital?"

"God no, I'm a frontline medic," Emery snorted, helping the man into the wheelchair, "I'm not good with people."

"It's amusing and I'd laugh if this wasn't such a shitty situation," he looked back up when Lynus entered the room, handing him a necklace that he held against his chest, sighing, "Thank god," he lifted his dark eyes, "Was anyone found with me?"

"No," Lynus answered apologetically, "Do you remember your guild? Maybe we can help you."

"Historia," Emery tensed up visibly as the man lowered his hand to stare down at the dark green gem hanging from a silver chain, "My name is Eliath, I was guild leader."

"Are you... fucking kidding me?" Emery asked, and Lynus gave him a pointed look that Emery ignored, rubbing his hands over his face, "Eliath, hu? You wouldn't happen to have a brother in your guild?"

Eliath lifted his head to look at Emery, who cringed when he noted the obvious similarities between this man and Sage, "Yea, a younger brother."

"Seara?" Emery guessed, and Lynus tilted his head a little, confused, as Eliath gaped at the medic.

"Yes...," he sat straighter, "You know him?"

"We call him Sage," Emery said, and Lynus gasped a little.

"That's why," he breathed, "I thought their aura's felt similar, but-."

"You know my brother?" Eliath reached out and grabbed Emery's wrist, "Where is he? Take me to him, he could still be in danger."

"Danger?" Emery gaped, "Why?"

"I don't have time to explain," Eliath sighed in frustration, "If he's alive, I need to see him. Take me to him, please."

Emery looked at Lynus, "Can I?" he asked.

"Sage never mentioned his brother's name, or his former guild's name."

"Former?" Eliath repeated, looking between the two medics in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"I think you should," Lynus decided, "I'll talk to Dr Stiles and check in with you later. Do you think you can take care of him?"

"Oh yea," Emery waved a hand, "I can deal with one gimp."

"I'm right here," Eliath waved a hand, and Lynus nodded firmly before turning and leaving the room.

"Alright," Emery breathed out the word, standing behind the wheelchair and pushing it and Eliath towards the door, "Let's head for an awkward and unexpected reunion. Just so you know, he thinks you're dead. Until this morning, he thought everyone from Historia was dead."

"Everyone," Eliath clenched his hand into a fist, fingers closing over the green gem, head bowed, "No, I don't believe that. They can't be dead."

"Well, at least two of you are alive," Emery assured, and Eliath furrowed his brow.

"Two. Who else is...," he trailed off before his eyes widened, "Fuck."

"What's the problem now?"

"Seara is in danger," Eliath said simply, "Please hurry."

#ohhhhhhh snap #love is irrelevant to the heart #those two are very busy ohoho~#and look eliath is alive #what are the odds of that #i'm cliche #EO #etrian odyssey #fanfiction #original characters #guild halo #guild historia

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