#offorossa

[yellowfingcr]

"You, radiance and light of the sun itself given form, do not know what I see in you? Beloved shadow mine..." A calloused hand takes her own while the other holds her cheek, thumb caressing her knuckles even as he smiles softly. "As if I am not likewise caught fast in the sheerness of you and your love, immaterial and phantasmal though you seek so often to be. You who, for all that your sharpness and cruelty in a likewise cruel world is known, would bind the world by your will into something kinder than ever a god or man could conceive... as if I could have ever hoped to resist. As if I would ever have considered resisting you." His lips brush her forehead, then his gently bumps into her own. "If I be mountain-cut and fire-strong, let it be known that by the river of you have I been shaped and that by the love of you my flames be fed. Let it be known that the sum of you, assassin and sorceress and scholar each without peer, are each in their turn deserving of more than I could hope to give... yet I will strive all my days to do so, deserving of it and much more that you are."

Leviathan help her, but he wasn’t supposed to know like this! He wasn’t supposed to learn that sentence so frictionlessly, nothing at all lost in the path to his ears! Heysel thinks he knew already but regardless he should have discovered the swallowed fish hook in her heart by sussing out the protrusion, feeling it press hard against his fingertip and there intuit the secret wound, understood and unspoken. Certainly he wasn’t meant to scalpel her chambers open, nor present the bloody thing, sharp and gleaming and awful, between both their hands. 

“Brom, I- gods. You take what I say too seriously,” she chuckles, too quick for honest mirth, “It’s not.. well, I just-”

Her eyes, so wide under his touch, as his fingers find hers, his brow her brow; and against the honesty of him she thinks she could melt like wax. What can she even say? What are the words for it? You are so impossibly warm it makes me candle-skinned, my every border soft for you, just for you. I trust you so wholly I want you to make this of me. Liquid and luminous and edgeless, a star held in the cup of your arms. 

She inhales. Exhales. 

“...No. No, no excuses from me.” Her gloved palm sets, gently, over the hand cradling her cheek. “I could try to say oh no, but ‘twas a mere jest!, but we both know it was only to a degree. My disbelief is real. I did mean that. But I believe you more, because you are the single most important thing in my life, and- that’s what matters, I think. You would not say what… all of what you’ve just told me if you didn’t mean it. Which was, by the way. Just. Ah.”

Heysel, who was Goldfinch, who is sharp and cruel, garrote woman of beartrap mercy, by all means bashfully looks away, for a moment. Under the dark skin of her face, rising heat, then a clearing of her throat.

“I am trying. I mean, what I’m attempting, the whole- ridiculous, overcomplicated math I’m doing- it’s. My gods I am terrible at this."

"If I have kindness it has been whetted into the polished thing it is because of you. You are tender. You’ve offered me tenderness. Me. I think I’m still dealing with the notion. I’ve spent my whole life making myself less than a shadow, and I don’t regret it, but, still, to deserve someone of your magnitude of beauty, to be someone who exists, truly and entirely, with someone this splendid, who wants me in his life, who feels for me, I’ve- no. I’m again wandering off in strange directions, and I’m rambling. When there is really only a few things that I need to say.”

A beat. She looks at him and there is no mirror and no smoke and there is only Heysel, who leans forward to press a kiss to his lips, a private little thing, unhurried and light. When she draws back, a secret of a smile.

“Thank you. I love you.”

#offorossa #er au #// hi. I've been crying over this ask for one million hours. AS USUAL #oh god oh man. oh god

[justafarmhand]

A theft in camp

she was fucked, the horse ruined it and now she stuck with this weirdo man, going to just stare at the man with her good blue eye then at the mead bottle.

“huh...”

it...wont hurt, she goes to drink some of it and makes a face but not passing the fuck out.

“gross...and l am just looking around, you could of been a body, so!”

#offorossa

[maldrontheassassin]

@of-forossa responded to this post:

// this may be a stretch, but i wonder if the members of the night calvary are themselves those that have either been forsaken by circumstance or cast adrift with the death/disappearance of their masters before and during the shattering... only to find purpose alongside the fell omen. warriors of renown and skill given meaning who may yet carry with them the talents that served them so well before donning the midnight armor and mounting onyx steeds.

─// I think what binds all of this together is that they ride Funeral Steeds (I wish I knew how to check the japanese translation directly to see what we can gleam from that, though). I think I might adjust to say that the Night’s Cavalry were drawn from members of the various demigods who died on the Night of Black Knives, to ride in a funeral procession.

But the issue with this is that Ranni’s body never was buried. It’s atop the Divine Tower of Liurnia, just... there. But we know that one of Ranni’s knights became a member of the Night’s Cavalry. Perhaps she perished, but did not let anyone know where/why, and bereft of a body to properly inter, they joined with Godwyn’s guard to bury him? Perhaps more of a solidarity thing.

I only say this because their only unifying factors are that they clearly use Death-adjacent magic and ride funeral steeds. I really wish they had a bit more concrete lore to them. A shame.

Oh well, maybe it’ll be like Dark Souls 2, where the lore will inexplicably focus on an INCREDIBLY niche set of characters (the Rebel Raime and Velstadt, the Royal Aegis) in DLC.

#Out of Conscience | OOC #Elden Ring Speculation #offorossa

[smouldring]

what in the two fingers is happening in here on this day.

#✢ miss merri crack crack crack. #sanctumofeld #offorossa #mohgwynn #|| she wakes up and her favorite people are fighting.

[heresaint]

@of-forossa / compline

"Who comes creeping over my wall at such an hour?" she mused aloud, and her tone was friendly despite the implied accusation. "You're not from around here, are you? What brings a Northman to me? Not communion, I should think."

#offorossa #➢ verse: the law of regression. #➢ thread.

[witchamania]

// brom for blair? since it's only fair ;y

Wudes Way Tell All :: not accepting

"Really?! Do I have to? Damn it..."

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗      "He's pretty cute in a rugged kinda way, y’know? Pretty built too to lug that sword around!”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗      "He’s a solid guy through and through, what’s not to like? I know he’s got my back if I get a little wild on a hunt or if I wanna spend time with someone. That and he’s not put off by transformations on a hunt either so it’s one less thing to worry about~.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗      "I guess I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it...”

     “Don’t let Magnus hear about this, I don’t want a lecture-”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗      "He’s someone I could see staying with, regardless of him being undead. He respects who and what I am and I do the same for Brom~, even if he doesn’t think he deserves it or whatever he’s got stuck in his head.”

#offorossa #blaire baskerville |✘| by blade and song #Blaire just be like ''let me love you you giant doofus''

[jenessa-mercier]

// initially came way back when for a soulsborne oc, stayed because hella good writing/muse/mun, and upon remaking for the millionth time??? all of the above rofl.

What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

I wasn't even aware you had remade! Thanks for sticking around!

#ooc post #ask #offorossa

[gatheringofsouls]

He dozes by her shrine still dressed in armor, slumped head laid back against the cool stone and idle hands holding the sheathed length of his sword as though his vigil hasn't ended even whilst fast asleep. His steel helm resides on the altar proper, keeping watch in his stead and revealing a face that seems far less worn or weathered when the dreams of Nippon settle over him. As though his expression were stone and sleep has chipped away to reveal the man he used to be in life... one at peace.

A visitor? It was not terribly uncommon but neither were any of them so visibly armored when they arrived either. It was enough to quicken her pace, paws racing through grass and underbrush with ease, slowing only upon reaching this secluded shrine. Curiosity kept her silent, large ears swiveling this way and that while she observed the sleeping warrior.

Even now, while resting with his helm off his hands still grasped the blade. Always ready to strike. Certainly it spoke volumes to the experiences he must already have had upon the battlefield. If the left her heart fluttering a pace or two faster she brushed that fact aside, attributing it to the pleasant warm breeze that had passed by instead.

Such a calming sight it was that Yumigami was in no great hurry to break the knight’s moment of peace. How rare they seemed to sound when he spoke of his travels through distant lands, it would be too cruel to snatch it back so swiftly. Hopefully she didn’t rouse him while shifting to crouch before him, hands upon her knees as she really took in the details of him.

From the nicks and scuffs upon the armor he still adorned to the years of life etched upon his face. How often was she going to get the chance to study the warrior without worry of some teasing for it? She’d risk Brom waking and catching her for the sake of curiosity.

#offorossa #of-forossa #asks || The Audience Through the Veil #Yumigami || Rabbit Song and Moon Glow #god i remember when i could crack out #lengthy answers/replies like this without pause #now it takes me forever most days lol

[cagcdbird]

@of-forossa​ queried:  What if the Dark Sun had asked you to return to the Darkmoon Knights after committing you to the First Flame? Would you have followed your god back to Anor Londo, back to your old life?

The pulse of veins flows through the earth. A faint, faint pulse of a heart drawn to death.

❝An interesting question.❞

She considered the line of questioning for a time longer than most, gauntlet-clad thumb tapping against her lip. Her beloved Anor Londo was but a shadow of its former, golden glory and sunlit spires, a husk of the city that had once stood afore her little hamlet, now burned to the ground and long-forgotten. People still believed it to be beautiful, bathed in sunlight—but Ser Fleurette knew the truth. Its sun was false, as were its gods. A twinge of guilt mingled with sympathy stifled a response from the Knight, who now favoured quiet reflection.

Its falsehoods could not be forgiven; nor could she forgive the feeling of silvered armour liquid and molten, melding with her skin and searing its way into her tired bones. Of all the countless, unnecessary deaths she had experienced, none could compare to her failure to link the First Flame. The memory would haunt her always. It cemented her answer.

A gentle life returns to the planet. Is it necessary to sacrifice souls?

❝Non. My faith in the gods is all-but gone. I would not raise my blade in their name again. I would go far, far away, where I could live undisturbed. For so long I have daydreamed of a ranch somewhere, that I may rear animals in peace.❞ A pause for contemplation. There was the faintest inkling of a smile, however mournful. ❝Cattle. Or horses, perhaps. Mon frère loved horses. Anor Londo does not need me, nor do its gods. And I do not need them.❞

Why do we cling together? Why do we beg for forgiveness, in the promised land?

#offorossa #ANSWERED. #VERSE VI. #wow this got sad. fleur why do you make everything sad

[bellbeckoned-archive]

Curses for Gascoigne?

[ Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions | Accepting ]

Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma?

Father Gascoigne believes in neither luck nor karma. He does, however, believe in commuppance, which is noticeably different from karma. For one thing, it isn’t a value judgement. And for another, commuppance isn’t something one believes in, for that’s simply the way the world works-- you do something foolish, there are consequences. And, as he’s never quite gotten himself to entirely understand and adapt to, you do something reckless, you get hurt. And so on and so forth.

#offorossa #((thanks bud!)) #left unsaid (headcanons) #beasts all over the shop (Father Gascoigne) #orange sign soapstones (answered asks)

[faithfcll]

What a needless cruelty they had done to a man so undeserving of it. Brom smooths his hand over the dried pool, wondering if the chill running down his back is simply from the damp cold of the cave or from knowingly treading over a grave. Even now, having returned to the Round Table, that chill remains. It doesn't help when seeing Erias there, knowing that his sightlessness wasn't a sacrifice for faith and understanding... Brom waits until the cleric is alone before passing by, his footsteps pronounced so as not to startle the man. "Erias." His voice is soft, considering, and the chair across from Erias groans beneath the weight of him as he sits. "We are both Tarnished of the Round Table, even if my lack of understanding in the Golden Order sets my steps down a different road than you. Thus we are similarly sworn even somewhat to aid one another, are we not?" There is an edge of steel to his tone as he leans in, though his voice remains soft still. "Whatever wrongs have been inflicted upon you, whatever transgressions were allayed against you, they will be returned tenfold. You have my word."

       DESPITE THE ABSENCE of a tangible expression, there is a spark which alights in erias at the promise he is offered; and from someone he has barely even met, no less. “i... appreciate thy sentiment, truly. and yet...” the cleric lingers upon the precipice of gratitude, hands apprehensively folding over one another. “there art far more worthwhile causes to devote thyself to, i feel. the enigma of... what transpired, that day... might never be understood. much as i shouldst desire that sort of closure, the path thou seekest to tread may very well lead to even more suffering. i couldst never wish that upon any ally; not for mine own sake.” his wounds - his scars - ran far deeper than marred flesh, and so the mere thought of anyone else enduring them did naught but repulse erias to his very core.

#other npcs offer you their quest. erias on the other hand DENIES you his quest. hue #☀︎ 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 ⁽ᶤᶜ⁾ #☀︎ 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 ⁽ᵛ; ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #offorossa

[yellowfingcr]

@of-forossa said: "I already trust her, with all that I have and all that I am."

"I would dare quibble and say I am unsure it is a wise choice, but. You know me. You do. You have seen me and under your eyes I did not die. And you are what I trust most in the world, as well, so to your judgement I only bow my head."

"Half of my heart. My lodestar true."

#offorossa #er au #Kindness and beauty that gathers in the sweet letters of your name like dawn gathers light.

[maldrontheassassin-archive]

"To put it lightly. I would ask you just how you managed to befriend that Covetous demon back in Eleum Loyce, but frankly I'm more interested in choking the undeath out of you with my bare hands."

“Good luck! I’ve a habit of coming back, as I’m sure you know by now. Kill me all you wish, but I’ve my own joy and purpose to guide me! I’ll be back.

Again, and again, and again.

And you’ll never stop me.”

#I'm also just a friendly fellow if you take the time to get to know me~ #The Covetous Demon was just merely one of many friends I made down in Eleum Loyce! #offorossa

[lunardisparity]

of-forossa replied to your post: Yumigami’s favorite insects are fireflies.

// okay but fireflies or fireflies that are also actually fiery?

“Fireflies, of course. Though I think dear Moegami would like the fiery assortment, should they exist peaceably in this world.”

#of-forossa #offorossa

[cursedandcarried-blog]

🎊

Some dried jerky, made from shark meat.

#offorossa

[witchamania]

🎉 💌 honestly, one of my favorite peeps and i've been on this site for a hella long time. muses? inspired. writing? unbelievably high quality. mun? hella cool. always glad to be around you hatter ^^

Mun Notes

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy! 💌 I just think you’re amazing

Now you're just flattering me, thank you! We'll definitely have to get some threads going with all this memery and backstory we've concocted already~.

#offorossa #ooc |✘| world crafter