#the mist is dissapearing

[mist-dancing]

The old woman Bluestar, her boyfriend Chadheart. Her stoner son and her perfectly average daughter.

I’m kinda obsessed with Bluestar’s design, she looks like an Aussie mum.

Snowfur

#warrior cats #warriors #wc #bluestar #oakheart #stonefur #stonerfur #mistyfoot #mistystar #mists wc designs #warrior cat designs #blue family #they’re blue dabadee dabada #i think it’s so funny to make them look exactly like their parents #it’s so stupid just #oh Bluefur’s kits dissapeared oh new Riverclan apprentices! hmmm they look exactly like her kits-

[riddlrz]

I'm crying look at this panel from the Arkham Knight comic

#are ed and oz holding hands #why is ed so not like in the game #why is scarecrow dissapearing into mist

[shitpostingkats]

*Dissapears for a week only to return, emerging from the mist, clutching Wheel of Time memes*

#I read the first book in like four days #need to get it out of my system #wheel of time #wot #rand al'thor #nynaeve al'meara #perrin aybara #lan al’mandragoran #moiraine damodred #matt cauthon

[sardonic-the-writer]

hey bestie love ur writing so much ! <3

I was wondering if you could do some demon!shane being protective over ryan and reader? perhaps with some hurt/comfort thrown in there? I'd love to read it! thanks for writing amazing content, cant wait to read more! <3

I got so happy seeing this request!!! I love the prospect of Shane as a big goofball that also happens to be demonic <3

Edit: this got longer than I was expecting dbsnf

It was ready to kill again.

The spirit had grown restless, almost chaotically so, upon sensing soft foot falls entering its domain. Their bubbly auras pierced through the fog of the afterlife. Opening way to the living world that the evil entity hadn't had access to in a while. For the longest time, the only memory it had of anything beyond white mist was murdering two people while being begged to stop. A mother and father perhaps? It's mother and father?

But oh if that familiar feeling, the rush to commit such unspeakable acts. If it wasn't the most alive feeling it had ever had since—well—dying. People didn't come around often. And if they did, it was only to rest just on the outskirts of the abandoned farmhouse infamous for its double murder. So close but always out of reach. And now? To be rewarded with a hoard of brightly shining people ready for what looked like a long stay?

The spirit could hardly keep itself from phasing right through the floor.

The brightest colors of the group were three people; the radiant of them being a powerful white and purple. They had both been the ones to enter the premises first, followed by people with strange looking metal boxes the violent ghost felt an urge to avoid.

Joy and fear flowed through their pale figure upon getting anywhere near the purple one, the man it emitted from conveying these exact emotions with a nervous tirade of laughter. The ghost cared not for the physical appearance of him, only ever acknowledging them to grow envious at its own lack of one.

Fast paced words flowed from the white one that walked next to the purple man. Words it couldn't understand and certainly didn't care to.

Their color felt more relaxed; excited to be there almost. Expecting. A certain buzzy feeling had jittered the dead spirit with the other one, but those vibrations had dissapeared upon floating closer to the other. It would have frowned if it remembered how to.

Reaching a white wispy claw out, it went to puncture the aura. To make their soul bleed and leak from a place outside the living world. Just as it had once allowed its own family to.

A finger tip had barely touched the bright white light before it felt its very existence start to burn abd writhe with a passion only next to the very fires of hell itself. Like every cell in their form had contorted into the most painful position ever imaginable.

No matter how much it wanted to open its maw and let out a howl worthy of bringing even the bravest men to tears, it couldn't. All it could do was barely make out the boom of a voice resonating in its thoughts. Accompanied by the redest of red lights burning its retinas away into dust.

"Be gone."

And it listened.

"Jesus! Did you feel that (Y/n)? I just got really hot all of a sudden." A voice shrieked, the sound of something dropping before being swooped back up again.

"Nah you still look pretty ugly to me." Someone responded to them with a snicker.

"Shut the fuck up. And you know what I meant!" Ryan hissed.

His eyes were blown wide, looking around frantically while whispering at the cameraman if they got that. (Y/n) was just staring at him with an amused smile, laughing.

Both of them were sporting matching jackets with patches of a logo with a ghost on the side. A bright orange beanie covered some raven curls on Ryan's head, a seperate one tucked in between the side and arm of (Y/n).

"Don't laugh! You can't tell me you didn't feel that!"

(Y/n) simply patted their companion on the shoulder, reassuring him with a teasing smile that they knew better to try and hide. All it got them in return was a punch in the shoulder and more frantic ramblings about spirits.

"Yeah yeah—Hey Shane! Get over here and help me calm down the scaredy cat!"

Ryan trailed off into a soft moment of playground level insults with his fellow ghost hunter. The both of them were so wrapped up in each other and their pitiful jabs at each other they didn't even notice the quiet figure that had since walked over to them.

"Help me out here buddy! Tell (Y/n) that—" But Ryan paused the moment he set eyes on Shane's face. "Woah. Hey what's wrong."

(Y/n) turned to look past their shoulder at Shane, immediately understanding what Ryan meant.

Shane's lips were downturned in such a powerful scowl it made his brows scrunch up. The pair of sun glasses he had been wearing at night for some bit were now no where to be seen, the ferocity of his gaze set on a wall behind (Y/n) and Ryan's heads. He looked like that weird saying. Who pissed in your cheerios or whatever it was. Sayings aside, something clearly was not okay with the tall man.

"Nothing." He mummbled, clearly lying. "Just don't like this place. Bad vibes."

"Right. Says you, the non beliver." Ryan laughed, but there was some concern behind it. He had never seen Shane get like this before. It was new to say the least. He wasn't even this grumpy after using the spirit box.

Shane sighed. "Look. I just—I just don't think we should stay here longer than normal. I'm not feeling like it tonight." He rubbed a hand down his face. (Y/n) noted that he didn't seem tired. Quite the opposite. Just, pissed.

"I get that." They nodded quickly. "If you'd like we could go back and film the rest of this tomorrow or something and fix it in editing. We've done it before a couple times. And hey, at least now we don't have to let anyone know we're gonna be a day late filming. We own the company after all."

Shane hesitantly nodded, agreeing with the compromise. Ryan took that as a sign to start helping the camera crew lug equipment out of there. (Y/n) wasn't too far behind with a smack on the back and enough positive energy to go around.

But Shane lingered, hands clenching and un-clentching in what might've seemed an anxious move to the untrained eye. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the shuffling of his friends feet anymore that he broke the facade.

"Stay the hell away from them." He frowned deeply, dark leathery wings elongating to their full span. It appeared that he spoke to nothing but air, but the demon knew better. "Or I'll personally make sure you bastards end up in the worst circle of hell."

"Hey! Grumpy pants! You coming?" (Y/n)'s voice resonated through the hallways of the structure, reminding Shane he had somewhere else to be. His horns and red eyes quickly dismissed in favor of his typical appearance. One he quite enjoyed.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!"

With one last flip of his middle finger and a gloating smile, Shane turned to jog off in the direction of his friends, happy they wouldn't be messed with for a while.

#shane #shane madej #shane x reader #shane madej x reader #demon!shane #demon!shane x reader #ryan #ryan x reader #ryan bergara #ryan bergara x reader #ghost files #ghost files x reader #bfu x reader #buzzfeed unsolved x reader #request #drabble #fluff #slight angst

[ladynicte]

Concept, that during the months where Percy went missing, and the whole Camp was searching for him 24/7, Nico just sorta developed this habit of waiting around Percy's door.

Nico is not really used to spending time in Camp, he doesn't really spend time at Camp at all, and sure, he could go with Dyonisus, or Hestia, but he doesn't wanna bother.

Nico knows, they can tell Percy's dissapearing has really started to affect him.

And sure, he's got his own Cabin now, and he used to be so excited about that, but he's found out, he doesn't really like spending time there, to spend time alone with ghosts and bones, he could just go back home.

But still, Nico doesn't want to leave.

Because, what if they manage to find Percy, or he contacts them somehow, or some other threath comes near Camp, and maybe, just maybe, Nico still has this little hope, that the next morning the doors to the Poseidon Cabin will just suddenly open up on their own, and Percy will come out of them, yawning, with his hair all messy, asking for breakfast.

He knows that doesn't happen, and will never happen, but sometimes, Nico allows himself to dream.

And, Nico knows he could actually just enter the Cabin, it wouldn't even be trespassing, not really, either way, it was Percy who first asked him to stay there with him, who first begged him to stay there, before dissapearing.

But, Nico had said no back then.

And, regardless of whether Percy is there or not, it doesn't really matter, his essence of sea salt is everywhere.

Everything on his Cabin is so quintessentially him, and Nico knows, he knows he could never get too close, he could never allow himself that much indulgence, because otherwise, his bones and blood might just boil, and there will be no more coming back from there.

Nico knows he could get lost on Percy Jackson, and if he does, there will be nothing left to salvage of him, afterwards.

So Nico must tread lightly, stand right in front of the ocean, without ever walking in.

Which, to him, translates into appearing from one of his long travels to Camp Jupiter, jumping out of a shadow, and just sitting down, right in front of Percy's Cabin door.

Nico only allows his back to hit against it, he sleeps with his head between his hands, on top of the blue marble, and that's it.

That's as close to Percy as Nico will ever allow himself to get.

And on the other hand, there's Annabeth.

Annabeth, who's dying of worry, who's hair is greying once more because of it, who feels like everything in the world is her responsibility, and Annabeth, who for the love of all The Gods, just cannot find her boyfriend.

She doesn't let other people see her like this, (Or, she tries to not let other people see her like that, at the very least.) But still, she misses Percy.

Is not just the prophecy, or the end of the world, is not just that the Camp needs both their leaders, and is not just that it's a necessity.

Is that she loves Percy and she can't see him.

So, when she's sure everybody else is supposed to be asleep, and she's breaking the rules once more, just for him, she sneaks out of her Cabin, like any self-respecting Athenea Cabin Leader, shouldn't do, and she runs to the Poseidon Cabin.

And at first, she's not sure if it's the Mist, or it's the darkness, or if she's way too tired, and way too overworked, and her eyes are starting to deceive her, but she's sure she sees it.

A little dark shadow, cuddling to the door, like a puppy begging to be let inside, in the middle of a storm.

Against her own instincts, she decides the best tactic is to approach it gently, later on, she's thankful once more to her mother.

Because, Annabeth doesn't know what Nico di Angelo would have done to her, if she suddenly ambushed him while he was dead asleep.

They decide not to talk about it, Annabeth notices the trees and grass around them starting to die, she wonders if Nico can kill even the plants buried deep under the sea.

She doesn't ask.

Instead, they both sit in silence together.

This is probably the most accompanied Annabeth has felt in ages, which is really odd, because sure she knows Nico isn't a bad person, but he still scares her, like the night, and the spiders, back when she was little.

Nico understands neither of them wants to leave, but he would, if only he wasn't so damn tired all the time, he knows he shouldn't shadowtravel so much, but if his body, and his health, are the toll for finding Percy, then so be it.

This pattern repeats every night ever since.

Nico sleeps on the entrance to Percy's door, but never goes in, Annabeth always finds him, but she never speaks.

Eventually, Annabeth starts noticing the way Nico's bones pop, barely visible underneath his dark shirt, or the way his eyebags seem heavier and darker, like a growing bruise on his face every night, the way his veins show through his pale skin, and the way he never eats, well, anything at all, really.

And just the same, Nico notices her grey hairs, the chunks of it that just randomly fall off due to stress, her dirty clothes, the way she can go almost a week straight without remembering to shower, or brush her teeth, the bruises on her body, thanks to all the excersice she's forcing her body to stand, the eyebags that only grow, and grow.

They both know they need to actually sleep at some point.

And sleep for real, not just pass out from exhaustion on Percy's floor from time to time.

Nico has never been the sort to blink first though, so Annabeth understands, negotiations here, are gonna have to fall onto her.

She tells Nico that they need to sleep, like actually quality sleep.

Nico only nods, he doesn't look like he's paying attention to her, but Annabeth's brain has already come up with the most pragmatic, and powerful strategy, to achieve what she wants right now.

Annabeth stands up, and goes back to her Cabin, not without first warning Nico that she will be back in five minutes.

Nico doesn't look like he believes her. Annabeth understands he has got no reason to believe her, it makes the strategy all the more important.

But first, not without terrorizing herself with what she's planning to do.

She sneaks back into her bed, and quietly opens the tiny backpack, that her dad helped her put together, back in their house, before she arrived back home.

She grabs her precious little bag, she opens it, and she sighs.

Annabeth shuts her eyes, and forces herself, to carry her own plan to fruition.

She comes back to Nico, with Percy's shirt, well-carried, on her hands, well, one of his shirts, his preferred Camp Half-Blood shirt.

Percy had given it to Annabeth, before she left to go live with her dad, as a sorta remember-me-by, and Annabeth had never taken it out of its package, for anything at all.

She took it everywhere with her, like a sacred symbol, of some sort of home.

And Annabeth couldn't lie, and say she wasn't scared, mostly, because Nico's stare scared her a little, she thought, if anybody would be able to call her bluff, it wouldn't be Percy, it would be Nico.

(Annabeth was also sure, Nico had a completely clear sight from birth, but that was neither here nor there.)

Her fear wasn't of Nico, though, her fear was on holding the shirt, and not being able to let go.

Of holding onto it, and ruining it, with her strong warrior hands, and her desperation, that ran organs-deep, because she knew the logical outcome here, once she grabbed it, it would eventually stop smelling like Percy, and she would hate it, and then, the illogical outcome she feared so much, that if she lost this one shirt, she would lose all connection to Percy.

And that, would kill her.

And then, it would be like she had never even met him, gone with the wind, lost at sea, like a dream, she would be left with no way to prove, she once knew a boy named Percy who saved the world.

Who loved her just as she loved him.

After that, what would Annabeth even do with herself, anymore.

That all is completely irrational, Illogical, and impossible, Annabeth understands that too, so she forces her legs to keep on moving.

She stops before Nico, and presents the shirt to him, and it isn't lost on Annabeth, the way Nico almost backs off in surprise, and the way his lips open, just ever so slightly, and the way his one visible eye gets wide, and the way Nico's cheeks get this sorta, cutesy rosey, tint to them.

And she's sure she understands, but she cannot make herself deal with that right now.

She tells him "Let's find neutral territory for the moment." She's not sure if she knows what the moment even is.

But still, Annabeth grabs his hand, and against all odds, she's surprised, as Nico allows her to, and she has to force herself not to shiver, because Nico is cold as a corpse, and Annabeth knows way too well, just how quickly corpses get cold.

Nico knows it far far better.

Nico notices. He already knows. He always does.

He doesn't judge her for it, he hates himself too much for it.

Annabeth stops them on a grass patch, some pond nymphs near by, and she can see the nymphs snarling at Nico, and for some reason, she feels so angry all of a sudden, because Annabeth knows, it's not like Nico has ever actually done anything to them.

Annabeth is suddenly reminded of her first big fight with Hera, of screaming at her face, that Nico did belong, back then, it felt so instinctively true.

Now, Annabeth could see the way the Camp died away at his presence, the way the rest of the kids never approached him, unless they needed Nico's help for something.

And yet, Nico did always help them.

Before Annabeth can catch herself, she's already running towards the nymphs, her fists raised, and she knows there was a time where not every single little thing, disturbed her like this, but Nico just grabs her arm, and this time, Annabeth can't hold back the shivers because he's so so cold, and so strong.

Nico quietly tells her, for all to hear "They are just scared, it's fine."

Annabeth knows she can't blame them, because she's scared too, and Nico knows it.

Annabeth slaps her head, forcing herself to back down, she makes herself keep glaring at the pond, but her angry stare just doesn't hold, as she slowly, but surely, forces the shirt done her frame.

Annabeth wants so badly to hold onto it and make it eternal.

The shirt is old, it's only a little oversized on her, it smells exactly like Percy, exactly like the sea.

She's a strong girl, Annabeth doesn't cry, but if she does cry, Nico isn't gonna tell on her with anybody, either way.

After a while, where nobody says anything, where Nico only stares at her:

Annabeth lays quietly on the grass, her eyes wide open, on the moon, and she spreads her arms wide, she can hold them open for an eternity, if that's what it takes until Nico accepts it.

It does feel like an eternity, a little bit like holding the weight of the world in her shoulders, before Nico, looking like a mysterious shadow, slips into her arms.

They don't talk about it, but they can hear their hearts beating way too fast, and way too loud.

Nico has his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and Annabeth has got to remind herself, that he's holding onto Percy's shirt, not onto her, there's a part of her, that's curious to see, to try to test Nico's limits, to toss the shirt at a fire, and watch Nico chase after it.

But she loves this damn shirt far too much to ever do something like that.

Slowly, Annabeth lowers her own arms, and she's holding onto Nico's hair now, his head heavy between her hands, and Nico is holding onto Percy, which leaves Annabeth wondering, what exactly is her excuse then, in their situation.

At some point, her eyes close, and she doesn't even notice it.

It's the first night of true sleep Nico has gotten in a really long time, for once, not searching for Percy even in his dreams.

The next morning he has breakfast, that he doesn't really eat, but he stays, and it occurs to Annabeth, that Nico staying anywhere, was everything Percy had ever wanted.

She would have to brag about it to him, once Percy got back.

Percy and Nico never admit it out loud.

They understand they are doing something odd.

But Annabeth keeps wearing the shirt, and Nico keeps falling asleep by her side, and there's no excuse to it, anymore, they both can tell the shirt has long since, stopped smelling like Percy and sea salt, and started smelling like shampoo, and Nico's rotten corpse, and pomegranates essence.

Somehow, Annabeth finds, she doesn't hate it that bad.

Nico despises it, but he can't let go of one of the very few soft things he's ever known.

And that's fine, because Annabeth keeps laying with her arms open without asking any questions, and Nico keeps falling asleep, while holding onto her waist, without offering any explanations.

They both know it will never be the same, not ever what they are actually craving, and searching for, because this whole situation has only made them hunt for Percy even harder.

But they can still keep each other company, until they manage to find Percy, somehow, that is.

Annabeth is surprised to find that now, instead of dying, the grass underneath Nico grows mushrooms.

Nico is too.

#percicobeth #percabeth #> percico #pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #luna writes #this is like a mini fic i suppose #i do like percicobeth but not really in the context that they are all in love with each other but more so in the context that they both #love percy and percy loves them back but its never quite the same and nico sorta hates Annabeth except he could never hate her #and Annabeth kinda gives nico the side eye except she could never blame him for falling in love with the same boy she did #and they both miss him so bad and nobody else could possibly understand so they keep each other company #and until percy comes back they hold the fort down together #luna's headcanons #i think Annabeth would like her hair greying because it reminds her of percy is a thing to hold onto

[maeofthenoldor]

Turin and Nienor- A Silmarillion Demonslayer Au

Summary: Turin and Nienor, much like Tanjiro and Nezuko, hail from a once-powerful lineage that has withered into poverty over generations. Their father mysteriously vanishes, and tragedy strikes when a demon, Melkor/Galrung, slaughters their sister, Lailath, and Mother, Morwen and turns Nienor into a demon while Turin is away. Returning home from selling wood, Turin is met with a gruesome scene, his family gone, and his sister transformed into a demon.

I've recently fallen down a rabbit hole of the kny (demonslayer fandom) and despite how niche it is, I decided to combine my two favorite things; Kny and the Silmarillion.

Turin and Nienor would be the main charachters of the series, since they fit mostly with the charachters Tanjiro and Nezuko being the best brother-sister duo in the series. There designs and outfits would be similar too, except in this case, Turin's blade is fully black. After Hurin dissapeared into the woods, Morwen could no longer provide to her family and they fell into poverty. Turin is sent down into town to sell coal every day, but when he gets back one night, he finds his mother and Lalaith slaughtered by demons, and his sister turned into one. He carries her down the mountain, but is attacked by Nienor, but is able to get her under control and lucid.

However in this au, Giyuu is replaced with Beleg, and like in the original canon, finds the newly turned Nienor and Turin. He uses a bow and arrow made of nichirin to halt a demons attack, and then uses a sword to finish the demon off. Otherwise does not have have a breathing style which stops him from becoming a Hashira. He is rank Kinoe. Beleg notices Nienor and Turin's unique situation and personally helps them, escorting them them to the Demonslayer corps base where they meet the Hashiras and the leader of the corps.

The Hashira

Maedhros: Flame Pillar-oldest son of Feanor and known to be the most powerful of the hashira. His tsugkuo are Elrond and Elros who use mist breathing.

Maglor: Sound Pillar- He shares tsugkuo with Maedhros, his older brother. He sees them as his sons and is extremely protective of them.

Celegorm: Beast Pillar-He hunts demons with his loyal wolf-dog, Huan. He is known to be very brutal when he kills demons.

Curufin: Stone Pillar-Not only is he a hashira, he also is a part-sword smith and creates nichirin swords/weapons for the rest of the hashira.

Caranthir: Wind Pillar-His style is extremely aggressive, channelling his anger for demons into a form that causes demons immense pain.

Aredhel: Flower Pillar-One of the most powerful, she has really good eyes which allows her to use vermillion eye, a type of form in the flower breathing style. Her adopted son Maeglin runs the butterfly mansion while she is away.

Galadriel: Thunder Pillar-She is the most mysterious hashira and hides her full strength to surprise demons. It is said uppermoon 1 is wary of her.

Finrod: Serpent Pillar-created his own breathing style and uses a curvy sword that resembles a snake. He later saves Turin and Noenor from Uppermoon 1 in exchange for his life.

Fingon: Ice Pillar- He a created a breathing style based off of his father, who recently died to a fight with Melkor. he is the closest with Maedhros, and he is known for being reckless.

When Turin and Nienor arrive at the corps, many call for the execution of Nienor because she is a demon. However the leader of the corps stops this from happening. The corps have always been run by the Finweans, who have always strongly opposed Melkor, who placed a curse on there family for centuries. Feanor, the last true leader of the Finweans was targeted by the Demon-king, Melkor himself and turned into a demon, where he was slain by his sons, who many are the Hashiras. His widowed wife was supposed to be in charge but leader was usurped by Fingolfin who is the half-brother of feanor. Despite being a benevolent leader, some of the Hashira, (the sons of feanor) do not believe them as true leaders which causes much tension between the corps.

Amrod and Amras are the only Feanorians that have not become Hashira, but are still a high ranking Kinoe. The reason is so that they will hide there existence from Melkor so they are not targeted, so that if their brothers die, there will be someone to still continue the family line.

Fingolfin stops the Hashira from executing Nienor, foreseeing that she would cause a great change in the war against Melkor. Turin is then sent to train with Beleg under the Hashira. Beleg and Turin quickly become close friends, being similar in age and bonding over there traumatic experiences.

To officially become a Demon-slayer, they have to go through final selection, without his demonic sister protecting him. Turin meets a girl named Findulias, a love breather who uses a nichirin spear to slay demons. They pass the final selection together, and with Beleg they begin to go on missions to slay demons together, where Nienor, who hides in Turins wooden box most of the time, helps fight demons.

Melkor hears of Turin and his sister, who is one of the only demons to ever break his curse and not eat humans. The siblings begin to pose a real threat to the demon king. Enraged he begins to send his most powerful demons after him, including the Twelve Kizuki (upper and lower moons) after them.

The Uppermoons

Sauron- Uppermoon 1-The strongest demon, only second to melkor and his most trusted. He used to be named mairon and was a demonslayer. however he willingly betrayed the corps to becmoe a demon. No one has come close to killing him-except for a female slayer named luthien, but some believe its just a legend.

Gothmog-Uppermoon 2- He is a giant and burly demon, with no distinct human features unlike Sauron. He is mysterious and nobody knows who he was as a demon-but again he has never let his victims live.

Galrung-Uppermoon 3-He is the one that is sent after Turin later in the story, and becomes his greatest foe after it uses its blood demon art (powers) to trick Turin into killing his closest companion Beleg. ever since then Turin has sworn to hunt and kill Galrung for good.

Thurigwethil-Uppermoon 4- The only female in the uppermoons and only eats men and spares women. Despite being a lower rank then Sauron, she is the only demon that was spared by luthien from any hurt, the most powerful demonslayer in history.

Gostir-Uppermoon Five- Another dragon-like uppermoon who was twisted into becoming a demon. The prodigies Elrond and Elros are the ones to kill this upper moon by themselves, proving they have a lot of potential. Sauron especially takes interest in them and realizes that they are from his blood-line of maia.

Draugluin-Uppermoon 6-The newest of the uppermoons and only recently was a lowermoon. However it has eaten quite a few hashira over the centuries and still poses a real threat.

Lowermoons

Telvido- Lower moon 1-Is known to take the form of a cat, and has razor sharp claws that can turn a slayer into ribbons. Despite its feline appearance it can talk like a human would, and call itself "the prince of cats"

Berúthiel-Lowermoon 2- She is a beautiful woman, but dont let that fool you-she could easily kill you. Her blood demon art is unknown, which makes her all the more dangerous.

Shelob-Lowermoon 3- A spider like lady descended from an uppermoon that was killed by hashira centuries ago. She is much less powerful then her predecessor, however she is still a lowermoon, and has gleefully gobbled up many innocents.

the rest of the lowermoons are unknown.-

This is very much a self-indulgent au since I know there is not a lot of overlap between these two fandoms. To the people who are interested in this-thank you please feel free to reblog.

#tolkien #the children of hurin #kny #silmarillion #silm #au idea #turin turambar #turin #nienor #beleg x turin #maedhros #beleg cuthalion #maglor #feanorians #melkor #findulias #sauron #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #celegorm #fingon

[tryskomys]

Moonchild

Remus Lupin x OC/reader

just a little wip bit ;) og potterheads rise up but not too quickly bc we’re ancient and have joint problems

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“Please, Professor! You’ve promised us that you’ll have a guess!” Hannah Abbott whined, nudging the small vial towards Hesperia with her chubby finger. She cleared her throat and smirked at the excited giggles that filled the shabby classroom. The bundle of girls that stayed behind after class whispered something among each other, she tried her best not to listen. Looking around, she let out a loud, heavy sigh, rolling her eyes.

“Merlin’s beard, I swear, if it’s just a transfigured Dungbomb I’ll turn all of you into Puffskeins.“ she threatened them with her cherry wand and a tuft of pink sparkles emerged from its tip with a loud crack. She stiffled a laugh when the girls jumped at the sudden noise.

She tucked her wand into the eyelet sown on the inside of her tweed vest, carefully grabbed the vial and twisted it open with a muffled pop. It puffed out a small cloud of iridescent mist, twinkling as it evaporated around her nostrils. The scent hit her senses like a stunning jinx and she immediately recognized the substance, quickly holding it away from her face, her nose scrunched.

“Come on, that’s a low blow, ladies.” she shook her head at their giggles, masking her grin with a frown.

“I remember when Professor Slughorn made us brew Amorentia in fifth year, the smell of mine made him vomit, though. I nearly failed my Potions O.W.L.s, but that’s just between us.” she shrugged as the students erupted in another wave of giggles. She was just about to cork it again when Parvati gasped.

“Professor, please, please tell us what you smell!”

“Yes, say it!”

“We won’t tell anyone, promise!”

The girls babbled over each other until Hesperia sighed and put it to her nose again, making them squeal in excitement.

“Fine, let’s see…” she whispered and closed her eyes. She carefully smelled the glass edge of the vial, trying her best not to accidentaly dip the tip of her nose in it. Her hand softly shook when the cloud swirled around her again.

“…forest soil…cold wind…”

The girls silently chortled and she playfully shushed them, opening one eye to peek at the group.

“…hm, interesting. My sixth-year Transfiguration schoolbook...” she closed her eye again with a dramatic solemn expression and the girls’ laughter ricocheted off the stone walls, clearly oblivious to the fact that it wasn’t a joke. She suddenly felt overpowered by the thought and all mischief dissapeared from her features. Faint annoyed voices filled her ears.

‘Come on, you know how it goes, Moony! You’ve read the chapter.’

‘I can’t do it if you keep staring at me! What kind of tutoring is that?’

‘Merlin, where the hell am I supposed to look, then? I need to see your wand movement.’

‘You’re insufferable sometimes.’

‘Well, so are you! Maybe you should take your own advice for once and eat the damn…’

“…chocolate.”

There was a few seconds of silence after her shivering sigh before she blinked again and swiftly corked the vial, carefully laying it on the table. The memory floated further and further away from her mind. When Hesperia finally looked up, she was met with wide smiles and pink cheeks as the girls uncontrolably giggled.

“Well, I’m certain that you shouldn’t carry such a dangerous substance around the castle. Five points from Hufflepuff, Hannah, I’m sorry.”

The giggles turned into groans and she continued. “Who brewed it? Come on, don’t get all shy now!”

Susan Bones reluctantly raised her hand, rolling her eyes in the process. She started to open her mouth to protest but Hesperia spoke first.

“I might be very bad at Potions, but even I can recognize such a correct and potent brew. Ten points to Hufflepuff for your impressive skills.” she added in a whisper and winked, making the group sigh in relief and break into chortles again.

“Come on, now, off you go. Shoo. If you miss Charms, professor Flitwick will give me detention.” she waved them off and they thanked her, quickly saying goodbye over their shoulders before they errupted into whispers she could no longer hear.

She stared at the simple vial and walked backwards until she hit the uneven wall, resting her back against it. She turned her gaze to the ceiling, mindlessly scanning the dainty frescoes that peppered it. Her chest was flooded by a familiar scorching pain.

She suddenly heard footsteps accompanied by the sound of wood clicking against wood - a cane - as Remus opened the door with a loud creak and walked out of their office above the classroom. He leaned against the chipped wooden doorframe.

“Pomona was right about the Shrivelfig jam, I even managed to fall asleep for a bit. How did it go?” he softly smiled at her and straightened up, slowly limping down the stairs. She caught a glimpse of his worn-out brown sweater but didn’t respond. She just took a deep breath.

Forest soil. Cold wind. Old schoolbooks.

Chocolate.

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#this ​will be a slooow burn #like #im talking unspoken decades #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x oc #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin fanfiction #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #marauders oc #potterhead #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #professor remus lupin #golden trio #golden trio era

[cosmogenous]

got so high i dissapeared into the mist... call me fog marley

[sallytwo]

i may only have like 5 minutes of collective free time a day but i will be using thay to post about wessie *turns around* *dissapears into a thick mist*

#orientation is going so well this is the best time i have ever had here. this is SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD

[freerangeranger]

<A video is attached:

The phone that is filming seems to have been knocked out a pocket, and become lodged in the sandy ground.

Honey, Brandy, Michael, Prissy and Biggie Smalls are holding off Victoria's team. This includes Igor, The Beast, Mewthree and should include Monarch, but he seems to be preoccupied 'chatting' with Sol in the foreground.

As Mewthree obscures Prissy's vision in a bid to distract her, she rears up - in a way that no Nidoran should be able to do - and uses her brand new Nidorina-sized claws to spike the pink pokemon into the sand like a volley ball. Mewthree dissapears from view in a puff of black dream mist as Victoria lets out a viceral scream, and tosses out a pokeball.

A massive, two headed dragon pokemon emerges in a flash of light, and Honey's voice can be heard over a battle cry from Prissy - matching the rage of her opponent.

"WHEN DID YOU GET A FUCKING DRAGON!?"

Victoria attempts to respond, but her taunt turns into a scream as Lamp appears on her shoulder, and tries to light her hair on fire.

A massive shadow falls over the scene, and Monarch and Sol look up from their serious discussion - and look utterly terrified.

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#irl pokemon #pokeblogging #rl pokemon #high stakes pokeblogging #a donphan never forgets #pokemon irl

[forg0tten33]

woke up hearing an angel calling for me,

her wings spread across the sky,

she was calling my name but her voice slowly dissapeared in the mist,

her voice was quiet & angelic

when will I ever hear from her again?

#melancholy #dream #angel

[disneyanddisneyships]

YOU WANT TO BREAK MY JARISSA HEART? FINE.

It's Jake's birthday and Ella requests for Loreley to let him have a talk with clare.

SHATTER ME.

"Happy birthday papa!" Ella stated when she saw her father that morning.

"Oh, there's my little star! Thank you!" Jacob replied as he and ella made their way to the dining room.

"We all have amazing things planned for you today!" Ella exclaimed as she and her father sat down.

"Ella's right! We each have something we wanna do with you! My activity is going to be sailing across theharbor, just for old times sake and maybe you could teach me how to sail!" Mia eexplained.

"Mine is going to be a picnic in the forest!" Ella added.

"I'm gonna teach you how to make a leather journal," Elias stated.

"Mine is a suprise, papa in law," loreley smirked.

"Oh that sound wonderful!" Jacob exclaimed.

Later that day, it was getting darker and darker by the minute.

Jacob was so happy with today, and he still had one more person to visit.

"Hello Loreley, I'm ready for the suprise!" He stated with a jolly smile.

"Good. follow me," Loreley replied as she walked out of the room, out of the castle, and into the forest.

They made their way all the way to a lake.

"What's this?" Jacob asked.

"Ill just be a few feet away. But I'll give you some privacy," loreley stated.

Jacob raised an eyebrow before a shining light came from the lake, and the outline of a woman came into focus.

"C-clare?" Jacob stuttered as the outline of his wife made itself known.

"Hello my love," Clarissa stated before making a move to hug her husband.

"I've missed you so much," Jacob whispered as he began to cry.

"You've done so well with our girls..... oh darling, you are such an amazing father," Clarissa assured him.

"I got so lost the first few years.. i.. I could've been so much better," Jacob muttered.

"Oh my love. You were the best you could be. You gave them love, and raised them right. We have 4 beautiful grandchildren and you are the mist amazing grandfather," Clarissa declared.

Jacob hugged his wife again and cried into her shoulder before she dissapeared.

"Hey. It's time to go back now," loreley stated to q crying Jacob.

He hugged his daughter in law, suddenly.

"Thank you," he whispered.

[lycantripuwu]

Legends of Barovia update! Its been a while and a lot of sessions since i did one!

Rhil has lycanthropy, we banished an escaped vestiage/demonlord, Traveled around with Ezmerelda and got harrassed by Morgantha

-We got back from the lonely tower to find Milijov abd Henrick about to be publicly executed by Rahadin for stealing the bones.

-Rhil stepped up and successfully talked down their sentence, they were only publicly lashed. Rahadin actually seemed sad that Rhil was glaring at him so hard.

-Mirre used his scryglass he got from the lonely tower and figured out where Anastrasya took the female children and Reek

-Rhil made a pact with Mother Night through her vestiage in the amber shard named Pandoryum. Hes serving as a conduit for Mother Nights power.

-Rhil got flash backs to her time as a priestess of Mother Night, her life before her temple was destroyed, and she was killed. Mother Night was a celestial archfey who was betrayed by the Rozana, the ladies three, and was sealed away by the fanes. Rhil was told that in order to free Mother Night, she had to use the gems at their respective fanes to destroy the seals.

-we headed out in the morning by horse to check a small town named Reneka. According to Urwin, it used to be a large trading hub for lumber until all communications stopped and traders started disapearing.

-We cross some flooding and end up at a sketchy lumbermill, it was filled with lycanthropes. Werewolves, werebats and wereboars, oh my. Combat ensues after we find out Anastraysa dropped off "unsuitable" children and the lycans have either been sending them to Kresk or snacking on them. We win after hordes of wolves and lycans. Both werebats fled, but not before Mirre branded one with his brand of castigation.

-Rhil and Jace got bitten, Rhil by a werewolf and Jace by a wereboar. Rhil learned that lycanthropy was created by Mother Night to serve as guardians of Cerrunos to protect the forests and it's been slowly corrupted by the mists since she was sealed away. Pandoryum told Rhil that if she can learn to control it, it will help her later on.

-Rhil grew up with lycanthropes, her Auntie Irda who she adores is a werewolf. So she's choosing to embrace the lycanthropy. Jace on the otherhand, does not want it. So through an old Mother Night ritual and help from Pandoryum, they cured Jace of his lycanthropy.

-We move on after sending back a group of traders with a girl from the orphanage back to Vallaki with our horses, and we make it to Reneka. Which is in horrible condition, tons of corpses litering the streets. We get chased around a bit by demonic statues that reform after being killed and end up at a old monastery of the morninglord which is arguably worse then the town itself.(very diablo like it was great)

-we prepare for a fight and armed with a banishment ritual to be rid of Arsynax, the lord of plauges. Rhil and Jace are eventually killed, trying to set up the ritual. Luckily Mirre stayed alive so he could finish the ritual and banished Arsynax.

-Mirre went to revivify Jace and Rhil, But one of his vestiges, Tarakamedes, stated the dead needed to remain dead and wasted a revivify scroll as Mirre tried to use it. Mirre begged his other vestige, Seriach, for help. After back and forth between the two(felt like a dad and mom arguement), Tarakamedes said he would help this once, but if both died, Mirre himself would not be able to revive them and they needed to stay dead. Seriach stated that Mirre owed him a favor before both dissapeared after reviving Rhil and Jace.

-after some much needed rest and Mirre getting got by a nightmare haunting from Morgantha. We headed out to follow the trail of one of the werebats marked by Mirre's brand of Castigation.

-we were eventually ambushed by spawns, wolves and werewolves, we got surounded pretty quick.

-a lighting bolt came from the trees and took out a few we had whittled down and in came Ezmerelda to help us fight!

-after the fight settled, we talked and turns out Ezmerelda has been tracking a pack of loup garu for personal reasons(her missing leg) and came across us. Believing we could possibly put her on a lead to the loup garu's, she offered to help us find and save the children.

-after hours of traveling and some catching up and learning about eachother, Mirre and Ez bantered quite a bit. Talking about past monster hunter stories while Rhil was fangirling in the back since she knows Mirre's has a crush on Ez. Ez is also looking for Rudolph Van Richten, who without a word, just up and left for Barovia.

-we eventually get to a cave, we fight our way inside and turns out that Anastrasya learned Mirre cared about Reek and took him with her back to Ravenloft. We figure out that shes been experimenting on these little girls and has them turned into undead and caged up in cells, a lot of them we recognize from the orphanage. The only one that wasnt fully turned was a little girl named Myrtle, a little girl we saved from the hags, but something definitely wasnt quite right about her.

-we quickly get ambushed by the bloodthirsty spawn and have to fight and kill off a bunch of children. we make it out through a back entrance since Anastrasya had traps set up to cave us in and we popped out on the other side of the mountain.

-Ez is about to part ways until Mirre confesses that he knows where Van Richten is and offered to lead her to him. Despite Richten telling him to steer Ez away from himself, Mirre's going through some things with the recent death of his mentor and feels Ez deserves the chance to at least talk to Richten. Ez appreciates it and comes along with us to travel to Vallaki.

-Morgantha shows up and offers to leave us alone in the future if we hand over Myrtle. We, of course, refused and get chased into the woods by large hordes of the undead and three yeth hounds. Morgantha saying she will make our lives living nightmares.

-after being chased around the woods, we try to settle for night after stumbling across a group of Dwarves that ended up in Barovia that day and have been lost.

-after some drinks, food and heavy flirting between Mirre and Ez. We get ambushed by sorrowsworn who tear through the dwarves and kill every one infront of us.

-after us quickly getting overwhelmed, Mirre dies and is torn apart infront of Ez, Jace being next until our lights go out and Rhil gets a powersurge from Pandoryum, entering a shadowy state where shes nothing but a black silhouette with glowing purple eyes and scares them off. Mirre gets revived by Pandoryum.

-Ez helps tend to Mirre who resets up his rites. Ez states that while the rites are useful, it was hard for her to see him bleed so soon after watching him die

-We have successfully killed off two yeth hounds but are chased into cave/crypt by a horrible storm. we open a coffin that was recently moved to find and unconcious Jace. Turns out the second we entered the cave Morgantha swapped him out with a fake Jace. Fake Jace looking corrupted and dead with a sword all to familiar to Vladimir's. The illusion disappears before it can strike us and Morgantha strolls in.

-She curses us. The curses go like this.

"We can do so much more then give you wee little nightmares dearies, we can make them into reality. You have no idea what you've messed with."

She sets her gaze upon Mirre. "You gave us your voice, son of bloody hunts, now let it strike fear into all those you converse with." A cold tickle can be felt within your throat.

She shifts her gaze toward Rhil. "You gave us your heart, daughter of night, now let it be drowned in the dark seas of doubt." A slight tightening can be felt within your chest.

Her gaze then lingers on the sarcophagus containing Jace. "The son of bright kings light gave us his word, a paladin is only as good as the oaths he keeps, is he not?"

-then she summons a huge shadow monster and atleast 9 shadows before leaving.

A fight ensues, Jace remaining unconsious the entire time. Mirre gets dragged off by the large shadow while Rhil and Ez fend off the smaller shadows.

Once Rhil clears up a lot of the shadows with spirit guardians. Ez races to try and help Mirre whos fighting for his life, she upcasts her lighting bolt and does just enough damage to let Mirre finish it off. Mirre only had 2 strength left, so he would have died if he got hit again.

-the fight ends, we get Jace up who has a level of exhaustion now and Ez carries Mirre since hes to weak to stand and we flee as fast as we can out of there.

-the session ends when we finally pop out of the woods at the walls of Vallaki!

#dnd #ttrpg #dungeons and dungeons #curse of strahd #mirre uldras #ezmerelda d'avenir #rhil darkstar #jace brightcrest

[cardinaldante]

I do appologize for not saying my usual greeting, but it is 2 in the morning, and Papa Primo and Secundo has gone missing. A sister bust into Phil's room that night, looking for me, as the Papa's rooms were on my hall, and my room was completely trashed. We- apart from Ifrit, which thank Satan he had fallen off of the futon sometime last night and the sister hadnt seen him- had ran over to the Papa's rooms. Their rooms were trashed as well, and blood was over Primo's room. Phil couldn't smell anything- couldn't smell any other ghouls scents, which meant something even scarier- a normal, human person was doing this. If the Papa's wernt human, and a human managed to take them down, that meant we had to be on high alert.

Papa Terzo was shaking, holding onto Papa Copia, who looked terrified. Omega had a hand on both of their shoulders, but the shaking Papa Terzo- was doing intensified. I walked over and asked Omega what we were going to do, and he seemed lost for a few seconds before telling me that all- yes, he said, including Ifrit that he knew we were hiding- of us would be in the ghouls wing. He told us Aether would be keeping an eye on Mist. For now though, all Papa's and I will be sleeping in the ghouls den for the time being.

He led the Papa's away and Phil told me he'd meet me and Phantom in the room, and to go with Omega. They put all three of us in a big room together, and Papa Terzo hasn't stopped praying in Italian. Omega's trying to calm him down by holding him, but I don't think it's working. Papa Copia's curled up in a ball on the bed, and I'm worried about both of them. First, Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator dissapear, then Papa Primo and Secundo. All of their family is gone. They just have each other now. Phil comes back in with Ifrit, who instantly curls up next to me on my futon, warming me back up, and Phil sits by my bed while Phantom let's me hold onto his hand, making sure he doesn't dissapear. I asked Phil what I do. What could I do.

Ifrit tells me to just stay safe and nothing will happen to me. Phil tells me that all I can do is keep my head up and to stay strong. He tells me that if Papa Copia or Papa Terzo goes missing, the leading of the church falls to the oldest Cardinal. And since Papa Nihil had gotten rid of the others, technically in the church at the moment I was the oldest Cardinal. I asked why Saltarian wasn't taking over, and Phil only growled. He told me Saltarian would never, ever become head of the church ever again. He'd kill the man before that happened.

He must have seen my face, as he appologized and told me to go to bed. He then leaned against the wall, and went silent. Papa Terzo has finally calmed down, and has fallen asleep against Omega. Omega's fallen asleep with his tail curled around Papa Terzo's hand, and a hand against Papa Copia's back. Ifrit is glaring at me, so I should head to bed. Goodnight, siblings.

#ghost band #roleplay #the band ghost #ghost bc #ask blog

[ythewritr]

Episode 1: A dream to forget (part 1).

TW: Mention of death (not descriptive).

Loneliness, something we all now, something we all feel, something we all fear.

As I walk through the void this place is, I see a light of bright colors, I would be excited if I didn't know what that was.

The colorful blur moves towards me, as it always does, it approaches slowly, as if trying to not scare me, but I fear only the unknown, and that is nothing I haven't seen before in this place.

As the figure approaches, it morphs into a girl, white with blonde hair, colorful clothing, a very notorious scarf, and a pair of grey eyes, one of them bieng crossed by a long scar.

I ignore her and continue my walk, going through her, it doesn't feel good, but it's such a familiar feeling, it's as if it was normal.

The girl dissapears, turning into a mist, maybe I haven't seen it happen to this one, yet I could hear her, the same sound as the others, the same clothes as the others, the same death as the others.

I continue my walk, alone once again.

Hi there! I'm starting this story because I need to practice the english grammar, so please, if there's any grammar errors, say so if you can, without further ado, see you in the next episode :D

#story #poetry #dream

[umbralsound-xiv]

Unease.

She’d barely slept. Not that i can blame her, considering. And trying to persuade her to lay down for a few bells, or eat something was more than difficult.

Still, i had to try, though.

Bexy Amalaryssia turns yet another page of the book in hand, if only half paying attention to the words for the shared silence that had hung over the room for the last half-bell. Tea and rolanberry biscuits lay scattered on a tray in front of them, as Bexy slowly shifts her glance sidelong. "...Sayuri. Please, eat at least -something-, yes?" Her brows knit in sympathy as she regarded the Seeker beside her. "...It will do you no favors to keep an empty stomach."

Sayuri Aoki keeps her silence, sat with her arms locked around her knees and her legs tugged closely to her body. Her features had drawn into a nigh perpetual sorrowful frown since the initial search of Eir, barely shifting. Her head shook weakly, body rocking back and forth a single time as she did.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Please..." Bexy pleads, abandoning her book and reaching to break one of the already tiny jam-filled biscuits in half, offering it to her. "Just a little something. Anything. Can i get you something else from the kitchen?" A pause. "...Anything at all?"

Sayuri Aoki's head briefly turned in Bexy's direction, gaze managing to settle on the biscuit half to at least look like she considered to take it, yet her arms only tighten around her knees - an almost nauseous look taking to her as she once again shakes her head. "..I-.. can't.." Her voice is a mere whisper, brimming with grief.

Bexy Amalaryssia sighs quietly, returning it to the tray. Scooting closer, she opts to wrap an arm around Sayuri's shoulders, and slowly draw a breath. Rare was it that she was without words; she had always prided herself on being able to find the best ones for the moment. But here, in this uneasy silence, Bexy simply kept her quiet, at least for a time. "I know you're worried. But Mist will find them, yes? We've searched every avenue, but they cannot keep him away forever."

I informed Mist when we returned from Thanalan. About Eir’s dissapearence. And only when we had finished searching every avenue we could think of, did we rest. But Mist is still searching.

If anyone can find him, it’s her.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...He is alive. They wouldn't have taken him otherwise."

Sayuri Aoki allowed herself to sink against Bexy as her arms draped around her, a sad whimper of a noise leaving her as she briefly shut her eyes. ".. Why him..? Why -Eir-, of all people..?" While phrased as a question, it was highly unlikely that she expected Bexy to hold the answer - but it was a question that had been plaguing her mind for suns.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I don't know. I..." A small squeeze, as she allows Sayuri to settle against her. "...Does he have any enemies? Anyone that might want to hurt him?" A pause. "...Rivals? I can't say i know how competetive the market is for performances. Maybe someone is jealous?"

Sayuri Aoki: "Not.. that I know of.." She allowed her legs to slip down as her arms uncoiled from her knees, instead seeking to wrap them around Bexy to further seek out the offered comfort. ".. He's a -dancer-.. Surely if someone was jealous they'd just.. attempt to sabotage the performance..?" She furrowed her brows, uncertain in her own words. ".. Kidnapping seems.. extreme for it.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Maybe. Scorned people do worse things." A frown settles on her own features, then. "Despite the few we have in the company, i'm to understand Viera are fairly rare, yes? The men moreso. Perhaps that has something to do with it?"

Sayuri Aoki's lips tugged into a thinner line, ears flattening further than they already were. Her gaze shifted to rest on the carpet, something certainly wrecking her mind - even if she seems to avoid to voice it.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Talk to me..." Her voice held a gentleness she reserved for only so few people, head dipped to catch her gaze. "I am here, Sayuri. To listen. To comfort. We can go out and look again?" Each offer was said with the utmost sincerity. "...I want him home as much as you do."

...He’s of the company as much as any other. Even were they not together, i’d still have searched, still have cared. But that she loves him makes it so much more... Urgent.

I can’t stand to see her so miserable...

Sayuri Aoki hesitated, arms slowly retracting from Bexy - yet she remained leaned against her. "..Viera.. are rare.." She repeated, as one of her hands sought out a sleeve and began to tug at it, pulling it up far enough for her scarred wrist to come into view. She seems to struggle to fully voice the concern she carries, yet due to her actions; it may be guessable.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...You think they've taken him for slavery? Or...  Some similiar, horrible thing..." The concern weighs in the air, as Bexy fills her lungs. "...We'll find him, Sayuri. If that's the case. He'd be no use to them dead. He just needs to hold out long enough that we can get to him."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Eir is not.. like us." Sayuri frowned weakly, head lowering. "..He is soft. Gentle. He is.. so afraid.." Her gaze lifts, settling atop Bexy. ".. The Locket, while awful for all of us.. Eir.. did not deal with it well.."

Bexy Amalaryssia lingers in Sayuri's words, lips drawn into a line. She almost remorsefully looks away. "...You're worried he won't last." She trails, arms around her. "...Surely, he knows you're looking for him, yes? He'd hold on for that?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Eir didn't think he'd last.." Head lowered anew, she tugged at her sleeve anxiously. "..I hope he knows, through the fear.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...He should." A pang of defiance in her words, as she offers Sayuri's shoulder another squeeze. "He should know we're coming to get him. Any bell now, and Mist will pearl us, yes? And we'll rock right up to where he is, put the bastards in the ground just like we always do, and he'll be home with you in no time." She fights, at least, to flash a genuine smile.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. It's hard to remember, sometimes.. When fear wins.." She pressed her head against Bexy's shoulder in response to the squeeze, exhaling a sharp breath. She nods along Bexy's words, her lips managing to tug into a weak smile before returning to the frown. ".. Whoever they are.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Whoever they are. They'll live to regret it. But they won't live very long." Her head leans to rest against that of Sayuri's with a short chuckle of amusement. "...You found me in some far off cave. We found you in a boat; or, well, learned you were there, eventually. Unless they've learned to open up portals to the Void big enough to throw people through... We'll find him, Sayuri."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Let me have whoever had the -bright- idea of taking Eir.." She mumbled, seemingly finding some amount of comfort in the conversation. ".. It wasn't easy to find you.. and I doubt.. it was easy to find us.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...It wasn't. Gods, i searched until my eyes threatened to dry up from overuse. Those were some long, long suns." She nods, giving a faint smile. "...And we'll find him, too. Perhaps even tonight. Though i'll miss our little sleepovers, even if i wish they were for better circumstances."

Sayuri Aoki tugged at her sleeve slightly. "..Sleepovers would be nicer.. if I wasn't sobbing all night.. But thank you.. for being there for me." She managed a weak but genuine smile Bexy's way, even if it didn't last for very long. ".. Were you ever told.. how we found you..?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Not in so many details, no. But i'd like to hear it." She picks up one of the pastries for herself, subtly nudging one in Sayuri's direction.

...I’d heard some. Though i’ll admit i’m somewhat reluctant to visit it. Though if it helps her take her mind off things for only a few moments, suppose now is as good a time as any to learn.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Mist.. very reluctantly allowed G'rallin, myself and X'thia to go and put ourselves in a fight with his people.." She glanced Bexy's way, then to the pastry - somewhat reluctantly opting to reach for the one nudged in her direction - even if she only held onto it, for now. ".. We let them.. defeat us. Being the kind they sought out.. they took us captive. Once we knew the location from afar, we broke free.. Came for you the sun after."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Gods, Sayuri--- The risk!" Bexy seems genuinely alarmed, the small cup of tea at her side beginning to gather frost, though it's long past cooled. "I... Am only glad it paid off. If he had taken you too, i..." Bexy sighs, brow knit. "...I dread to think what i'd do..."

...I don’t think i’d have been quite as resilient, had he had those i cared for in his grasp, too.

...Bastard. I wonder where he is, now?

...I don’t want to think about it. But he wouldn’t be stupid enough to face me, now. Mist has her eyes and ears open.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. It was worth it. We got you back."

Bexy Amalaryssia smiles warmly. "...And the depths of gratitude i have, i could never have enough suns in my lifetime to show. You'd be sure i'd do the same, were the roles reversed."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I don't doubt that for a moment."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Good." Bexy's teeth finally sink into the pastry she held with a small waggle of her ears. "...Go on. Eat something. He'll be cross with you when he's back if you don't."

Sayuri Aoki: “.. He’ll frown at me, if anything..” She managed a weak smile, only for her ears to suddenly shift and her expression drops - an almost shocked look taking to her features as a crackle emits from the linkpearl nestled in her ear. She nigh holds her breath, waiting a moment.. Yet silence seemingly lingers, as a hand darts up to her ear to find the pearl. “-- Eir..?”

A linkpearl call...?

Gods, if it’s him...!

[Linkpearl] She is met with a slightly longer silence, as the person on the other end merely grins to themselves hearing the hopeful tone of Sayuri. “... You should have come home, X’llaya.” The voice that responds is dark, quiet - strident and gravelly, and painfully familiar to the Seeker.

Bexy Amalaryssia blinks at the sound, and even goes as far to abandon her pastry to the plate in order to afford Sayuri the silence needed. She stares to Sayuri, equally hopeful.

Sayuri Aoki‘s reaction is -not- one of joy as the voice responds, but one of absolute horror. The already much chilled air surrounding her worsening with a significant notability as ice spreads along the carpet they sit upon, and her own body. She seems.. Either too shocked, or too frightened, to speak - merely drawing a shaky breath.

[Linkpearl] He waited, then - grinning to himself as he had heard her fear. “Do not worry, Kitten.. Your Viera yet draws breath.. Although that might change, if he intends to provoke me further.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Sayuri?" Her voice calls out with concern, then; she cold feel the cold, even if she wasn't afflicted by it. A hand reaches for her shoulder. "I'm here..." She reminds quietly, though even she has bristled at the prospect of action. All at once, Bexy looks ready to move in some effort of retrieval.

...It’s not Eir. Not with that look. Not with that expression. Someone has him, and someone is talking to her, but i can’t hear a damn thing from where i am.

Who? Who is it? I’ll tear their throats out!

Sayuri Aoki: “--D-Don’t hurt him!” Sayuri blurted out, only for a hand to move up and cup over her own mouth. “..P-please.. Don’t.. hurt him..” Her tone was shaky, eyes swiftly brimming over with tears as she turned her head to stare at Bexy, terror locked in her gaze. “-No-.. You-.. you already-..” She didn’t finish her sentence, yet any hope that had been with her that Eir may yet live seems to fade, as her body slowly sinks down.

[Linkpearl] “Already what? Hurt him?” Grym’s voice was taunting, a low chuckle following. “Or do you mean killed him, hm? Why, I can go talk to him for you..” Movement, as scraping across the floor emit through the pearl before the connection seemingly cut, for the time being.

Bexy Amalaryssia inhales a sharp breath, brow knitting in some muted anger. "Where, Sayuri? Where is he? We'll go. We'll go and kill them!" Her tail thrashes beside her; her weight already shifted as though she were to stand if Sayuri so much as moved.

Sayuri Aoki‘s hand left the pearl as it went silent, her body turning to face Bexy. “..G-..” Her legs tugged back up to her chest, arms swiftly locking around her knees as she began to rock back and forth. A loud sob wrenched itself from her throat. “..G-..Grym-..” She managed, between her sobs and struggled breaths.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Oh, fuck." Her hand doesn't leave Sayuri's shoulder, nor does the tension leave her frame. "I have you. You're not alone." Her teeth briefly flash. "I'm not afraid of that bastard! ---Where is he?"

...Gods, no.

It explains her terror. Her response. I’ve... I’ve never heard her beg like that, and i hope never to again.

But i’m not afraid of Grym. I wasn’t afraid when i stood with her the last time, and i’m not afraid when i stand with her now.

I am angry, but i can’t act on that now. She needs me.

She needs me, and she needs to know i have her back, no matter what.

Sayuri Aoki: "--I-.. I don't--.." She sinks together fully, her breathing becoming more and more struggled while her nails sank into her boots, ripping at the leather of them.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I have you. I have you." Bexy pulls Sayuri against her, arms wound around tight. She waits, and listens.

Sayuri Aoki‘s arms dart from her knees and to Bexy, locking around her in a tight embrace - the fear she holds for the man who’s voice she had heard mere minutes ago painfully apparent.

[In Grym’s Compound] Grymahtyn merely grinned to himself as he had left his office, wandering through the Compound to make his way towards the cells - a path he did not take all too often, nowadays.. But perhaps that was about to change. Soon. Very soon. He made his way down the steps, bringing silence to whoever laid their eyes upon him that did not belong to his own group as he steered his steps towards the solitary cells.

Vairg rises from his seat to greet Grym, that cocksure smile never quite leaving his features. "Boss."

“Vairg.” Grymahtyn met his greeting, offering a nod towards the door. “The Viera. Is he awake?”

"Conscious." Vairg smirks, glancing to the door behind him, hinges battered. Notably, Vairg had sat in front of the door, rather than beside it. "If he's not awake, he's about to be." Vairg slowly moves the chair from the front of the door, as to not obstruct the entrance.

Grymahtyn eyed the door, exhaling a deeper sigh through his nose. “I see he shares breakout habits with X’llaya.” It left him as a grumble, yet the faintest tug on his lips spelled a slight amusement. With both Vairg and the chair out of the way, he approached the door - grasping the handle and promptly yanking the half-broken door open.

Vairg stands beside the door, only entering if called. He at least seems ready should the occupant choose to run.

Slumped against the cell wall, head hanging and a curtain of hair obscuring his features, Eir did not move. Whether he no longer had the strength nor motivation to, it was unclear. But at Grym's entry, fear seems to shrink him further into the ball he'd curled into, braced for -something-.

What... Do they want with me, now?

...It does not matter. I will not give them it.

I will die anyway, and better to die and deny them of anything, than to give them the satisfaction.

Grymahtyn eyed Eir, head tilting a bit. "I have someone who'd like to hear a sign of life from you. Let’s not disappoint her, hm?" The Sea Wolf raised his hand to the linkpearl in his ear, pressing down on it - expecting Eir to speak.

Eir raises his head; a glare peered between his dirtied locks. The way his nose wrinkled, and his customary and now deliberate silence gave the clear message that he had no intention of speaking.

[In The Whispering Willows] Sayuri Aoki twitches as the linkpearl once again crackles in her ear, her arms tightening around Bexy to a nigh painful amount from the sheer stress.

[In Grym’s Compound] “-Talk-.” Grymahtyn -commanded-, giving Eir a chance to change his mind. “Let little Llaya hear that you yet live.”

Eir keeps his quiet. And the look does not leave his eyes. He turns his head away, soundless.

...Not a damn word for you, you bastard.

...She can not know i am here. She cannot believe i am alive.

I can not make a sound, because if she hears me...

...She will deliver herself to them, for my sake...

Grymahtyn kept a stare upon Eir, before a deeper exhale left him. “Vairg.” He called.

Vairg slowly peels away from the wall, kicking away with an armored boot as he slips around the corner and into the room. That self and same armored boot is delivered swiftly into the side of Eir's ribs with such force that it launches him across the room.

He'd half expected it, but it didn't make it hurt less. The sharp pain against his already aching ribs connected, sending him reeling, as his back met the wall and he slumped face first into the floor. But he doesn't make a sound. He doesn't dare make a sound. Any pain he felt was muffled, stifled in the back of his throat, though a few hitches of his breath were surely heard, beneath the ability for the pearl to detect.

Not... A sound...!

I... I cannot...---If... if she hears me---!

An unamused expression locked on Grymahtyn's features. "Quite the stubborn one, aren't you?" His pale green gaze shifted to Vairg. "Continue."

"Come on. -Scream-. You did earlier! Why is it so difficult for you to do now?" Vairg grabs Eir by the ears and hair, dragging him to the middle of the room. "Make a little -noise- for your missus, eh?" At the emphasis of the word, Vairg's heel hammers into the back of Eir's shoulders, pinning him to the ground. And then, the undeniable sound of unsheathing metal. The tip of Vairg's blade begins to run over the back of Eir's upper arm, splitting the skin. "Screeeeaaam~"

The undeniable sound of a whimper is give, but no scream, no. Eir wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not if it kept her safe. The muffled cry is lodged deep in the pit of his throat, as he writhed fruitlessly beneath the larger man's weight.

BASTARD! I WILL NOT! I... I HAVE TO STAY STRONG!

I... I have to stay strong for her...

For... Sayuri...

[In The Whispering Willows] Sayuri Aoki's hands raise to cup over her own head, almost as if she's trying to drown out the sound of the linkpearl with her hands - quite feebly, considering. Whatever she's hearing on the other end is clearly impacting her, but her lack of words may suggest that she's not yet convinced.

Bexy Amalaryssia holds her; as though her life depended on it. She could hear nothing from the other end of the pearl, and in this moment, quietly thought it a mercy. But she waits, Sayuri in her arms, until whatever horrors came from the other side had reached their conclusion.

[In Grym’s Compound] Grymahtyn's gaze shifts, listening for any reaction from Sayuri - the lack of it making him frown. He merely nods towards Vairg, a signal for him to once again continue.

Vairg's expression held a rare frown at the silence, but such an expression never lasted long. Seeing no reason not to continue, the blade is slowly dragged the full length of Eir's arm without so much a hint of a sound from his lips, even as it draws over his hand and settles between his ring and little finger in the dirt. "Oh, how -brave-! Not a sound! Maybe there's more to you than i thought!" The admission was decidedly gleeful, as the toe of Vairg's boot toys with Eir's hand, kicking and nudging around his fingers, aiming to split the wound between them deeper than it already ran. That, in and of itself, garners a shuddering whimper, as the smaller Viera decidedly bit back the pain. But the curl of a grin on Vairg's features made a return, as he slowly raises Eir's little finger with the tip of his sword. "But you don't need to make a sound, no. Not a thing!" ---And at those words, the intent became clear. Pressing the full weight of his toes on the outstretched finger, it is bent completely backwards with a sickening pop of bone. "--Not when you have so many bones to do it for you!"

Eir sinks his teeth into his lip hard enough to draw blood at the seething pain, fighting to breathe between stifled gasps of agony. He wouldn't make a noise. He wouldn't make a sound. He could endure it. All he had to do was hold on long enough... But at the snap, at the feeling of his finger moving in directions it decidedly shouldn't, with the agonising bolt that shot through him, he finally gives up that which he had kept at bay. A scream splits from the back of his throat, sharp and desperate and full of terror, hand now white-hot with seething pain. And in the moment of clarity the sound afforded, he dares to fill his lungs again.

No---NO!

NO NO NO!

I SAID I COULD NOT MAKE A SOUND, AND NOW--- NOW...!

SHE IS GOING TO DELIVER HERSELF RIGHT TO THEIR DOORSTEP FOR THE SAKE OF ME!

SAYURI, NO! YOU MUST NOT!

LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!

"STAY! SAYURI STAY! LEAVE ME!" Eir screams down the linkpearl. The roar of words was agonised, fading off into a sob as the strength had left him.

...Leave me here... And stay safe...

...Please...

[In The Whispering Willows] Sayuri Aoki tenses hearing Vairg’s every word, ears flickering sharply and rapidly. Eir’s scream pins them right back down, there was no denying who the scream belonged to, even less so when he addresses her. “--No– No, no- NO!” Sayuri fumbles with her hands, barely able to find her way to the linkpearl. “--LEAVE HIM ALONE!” She -screams- as she finally presses down upon it, a thick layer of jagged ice sprouting along her body and across the floor in her distress.

Bexy Amalaryssia watches as the ice races across the room, swallowing a small lump in her throat. She'd heard the only sounds loud enough to come from the other end of the pearl, staring to Sayuri. There were no words of comfort she could offer, only an expression that mirrored even a mote of Sayuri's despair.

[In Grym’s Compound] Grymahtyn’s head tilts, satisfaction on his expression. “How important is he to you, I wonder?” He spoke, addressing Sayuri. “Come back to me, and I will let him go, hm?”

Vairg seems content enough for his work, simply leaving Eir on the floor of the room, any wry remark kept to himself, not wanting to interrupt Grym's conversation over the linkpearl.

Eir no longer keeps his grief to himself. A wracked sobbing from a throat that still stung from screaming, he curls in on himself, sobbing in defeat.

“I’ll give you some time to consider, Kitten.. You know how to reach me, when you’ve made your decision.” And with that, the linkpearl disconnected.

[In The Whispering Willows] Sayuri Aoki's icy fingers dug into her own hair as the linkpearl on Grymahtyn's end disconnected, a distressed sob wrenching itself past her lips as her body rocked back and forth.

Bexy Amalaryssia cradles her, staring outwards against the wall. There was no comfort she could bring; not even the kindest and well placed words would bring her any ease. The uncharactaristic silence is all Bexy has to give, remaining with Sayuri in her arms until her grief had subsided enough to talk.

Sayuri Aoki: "-- They-.. they h-hurt him-.." She cried, her body turning to lean into Bexy's despite her ceaseless rocking. "-- He-.. he screamed.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Gods..." The anger balled a little in her throat, regarding Sayuri as she spoke. "...He... He is alive still, yes...?" She asks with something of an anxious waver, somewhat hesitant with her words.

...I heard it. I heard him scream. I’ve heard people make similar sounds at my own hands.

I know what they were doing to him. Perhaps not down to the detail. But i knew enough.

I wager she does too.

Sayuri Aoki choked back a sob as her head sank into a nod, teeth gritting. "..I-.." She paused, her head sinking down. "..H-he screamed.. t-to leave him.."

Bexy Amalaryssia watches as she sinks, an attempt at swallowing the dread that had risen just a few ilms further. "...And you won't."

I... i know where this is going.

No, no... Sayuri, you can’t!

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I -love- him.." She bit down, her voice a mere whisper. She sinks a little further, hesitation clinging to her. "..G-Grym.. said.. he'd let him go.. if I.. returned.." She mumbled reluctantly, her expression spelling out the obvious disbelief she held for the Sea Wolf's words.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...But you don't believe that. Hells, Sayuri, -i- don't believe that. We have to think of another way. I can go to Mist. You know where he is, yes? We can go." A small wrinkle for her nose, as she gives a sharp, almost vicious frown at the prospect. "We can get him back."

We...We’ve saved people before. How different could this be? Sayuri is terrified of Grym, and with reason, but they are just flesh and bone and nothing more!

We can storm the place, and kill the lot of them!

...Right?

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Bexy.." She kept her voice low, the rocking coming to a halt as she reached an icy hand for one of Bexy's, seeking to grasp onto it gently. Hesitation lingers yet again, even if Sayuri's expression spells out that she's about to say something her fellow Seeker will likely despise hearing. ".. They are.. too many.." She frowned weakly. ".. I-.. I -know- he won't.. release Eir.." Her grip of Bexy tightened ever so slightly. ".. But I-.. I do know.. that.. my presence would.. shift his focus.." Sayuri's ears pinned down, her words having left her with an obvious reluctance. ".. To me.."

Oh Gods, no!

No, no...

For him? For the sake of him? Please!

There has to be another way!

Bexy Amalaryssia takes the hand in her own. Rare it was that she didn't wear gloves, the blueish skin and crimson nails on full view. "...Sayuri..." Her name a whisper at the suggestion, as Bexy squeezes the hand that now set in her own. "How many is too many, Sayuri? I... I have killed -hundreds-! And i would put more in the dirt if it meant keeping you safe. You know this. You -know- this!" Her tone turned pleading, then. "But if he will not be released... Sayuri, you -cannot- go. This is what he wants!"

Sayuri Aoki: "..I-.. I don't.. know.." She frowned, tightening her grasp of Bexy's hand. ".. More than we have.." Her head lowers further, fangs scraping her lower lip in a light bite. ".. If I -don't- go, Eir will -die-, Bexy.." She whimpered.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No, no. He has to hold on. I won't let you go, Sayuri!" Desperation began to set in, as the weight of Sayuri's intentions began to sink in. "---We can get him out, yes?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...He need only hold on a little longer. Just a little longer, until we find him... We need not fight all of them. Just enough to bring him home..."

Sayuri Aoki: "-- He's not.. like -us-.." She reminded, the words she had uttered beforehead. "..G-Grym will.. kill him.. if he doesn't get.. what he wants out of him.. I -have- to go.." She raised her gaze to meet Bexy's, tears brimming within her eyes anew, fear and reluctance residing within them.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No, no you don't." Bexy swallows, her eyes meeting those of Sayuri's, almost just as fearful. "...They will take you too. And they will kill him. You said already that they will not release him!"

Sayuri Aoki: "..I-.. I can handle it.. Eir.. can't.." A frown locked upon her features at her own words. ".. I can't.. lose him.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "And then you will go, and then what, Sayuri?" Her voice wavered, simmering with anger, with fear. The groan of ice at the carpet hadn't dimmed for her swell of emotion. "They will kill him anyway... And then... Then, they will have you."

Sayuri Aoki: "..I-.." She hesitated, ears flattening. ".. I.. will occupy.. Grym.." Dread clung to her very core at the suggestion. "..V-..Viera are rare.." She repeats, from their previous conversation. "..E-Eir would be.. m-more worth to him alive.. And-.. t-then.. We-.. we'll.. break out.."

...it is... Only the faintest whisper of a chance that he will survive. That he...

That she’ll go back there for him, to...

...

...I want to have hope. Hope that she’ll make it out. Hope that she’ll walk back into the company house, hand in hand with him.

I knew you loved him, Sayuri...

...But i fear i didn’t know just how much, until now.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "He lost you once, Sayuri. He will not be so careless to lose you again. You will break out." A long, deep breath, then. "...How?"

Sayuri Aoki: "--That's-.. That's his own damned fault! He -sold- me!" She frowned -deeply-, her grasp of Bexy tightening significantly. "..I.. broke out of his cells several times as a child.. with so little control of my aether.." Her gaze dipped, settling on the icy carpet - no longer certain whether it was hers, or Bexy's. "..I have control, now.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Sayuri..." Bexy's voice trailed again, squeezing her hand. It wasn't enough for simply that, only to set her hand on Sayuri's shoulder with her other, allowing her no other place to look except her face. "...You... You are sure about this? Going... Back there?"

Sayuri Aoki bit down on her lip, gaze settling atop Bexy's face. ".. If.. there is the slightest chance.. Eir might be spared if I am there..

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Then you're going to take it." As the words leave Bexy's lips, she almost deflates for speaking them. Head hanging, the hand at Sayuri's shoulder moves to clutch the offered hand alongside her own. "I---" A quiet hitch of her voice sees her stall, before continuing. "...I... I can't say that... I would not do the same in your shoes. That... That i would not be so willing to risk myself for the safety of someone dear to me. But... I..."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I don't... I don't want you to go."

...I feel so selfish.

She loves him, yes. But i love her too. As a sister. As one of the only people who understands me, body and soul.

...I’d do the same. If they took Laurent. I wouldn’t be able to leave him there...

...

Sayuri Aoki: "..I don't want to go back.." She spoke quietly, letting her head dip down once more. ".. I-.. am scared, Bexy.." Her admission brings forth new tears, a lump opting to lodge itself in her throat and halfly choke her words. ".. Of G-Grym.. Of losing Eir.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I... I know. I know. I am scared too." Bexy pushes herself upwards on her knees, to wraps her arms around Sayuri's shoulders, burying her face into the fabric. "...You... You truly love him so much, don't you?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...More than you fear Grym?"

Sayuri Aoki is quick to coil her arms around Bexy in return, hugging onto her tightly as she chokes back a sobbed whimper. Her head dips into Bexy's shoulder before shifting into a nod. ".. I do.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Then i will not stop you." The knot in her throat tightens, and it's all she can do to fight the sob it brings. "Y-you go there. You find him, and you bring him home." Her words were spoken like an order, as tears flooded her eyes. "...You will not be alone." Stubbornness, then, as her aether saught to curl around her ankles, smothering the platter of treats beside them. "...You won't." A hesitant pause, then...

...I couldn’t stop her if i tried. I couldn’t have her leaving crying, screaming, even if every fibre of my being wanted to keep her here with me, find a new path, a new solution together.

She would go to him, and... Gods willing...

...She would bring him back.

...I would go with her, if she would just let me.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...You... You will go soon, yes?" It hurt her to admit it, but she spoke it anyway. "...Let me come with you. It is in Thanalan... Near Highbridge? Let me follow."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Just... Just long enough to see where they take you. It will be easier to find you, should you... Should you... Not be able to... Leave."

Sayuri Aoki‘s arms tightened in a slight squeeze around Bexy, a deep breath being drawn. “..And risk.. that they see you..?” She frowned. “.. No. Do not.. follow me..”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I'll kill them." Bexy hisses beneath her breath, head setting against Sayuri's own. "...I'll kill the lot of them. Every single one i see."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I have every bit of faith in your abilities, Bexy.. but even you can be overwhelmed.." She pressed her head against Bexy's gently, features drawn into a saddened frown. ".. I'd never forgive myself if they got their hands on you, too.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I..." Her breath hitches, as she bundles into a sob. "...I will find you, Sayuri. Three suns. Three suns... And... And if you are not home...?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I will find you. I will find you, and bring you home. Both of you."

Sayuri Aoki nodded slightly, easing her grip of the woman ever so slightly, albeit reluctantly. ".. I know you will."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I will. I will..." Her arms tighten; she was not ready to let go, not yet. "Please... Be safe. As safe as you can in that hellhole. Show them not an onze of mercy."

Sayuri Aoki allowed her arms to tighten again, returning a squeeze of an embrace. ".. I heard.. the name.. of the one who hurt Eir.." Her lips tug downwards. ".. Whoever he is.. I will kill him before I get out.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Make him suffer." She pauses. Almost fearful, she lingers in the embrace as long as she is allowed. "...But above everything, get home. Both of you. And failing that..."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Survive. Survive long enough that i will find you."

Sayuri Aoki, reluctant to let go, rests her head against Bexy. ".. No point in recapturing me, if the plan was to kill me.." A pause, and a frown. "..I will do my utmost to get us out, but if I fail.. Knowing you will be looking for us.. is a comfort.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I won't stop until you're home." Reluctantly, Bexy slowly draws her arms back. "...And i meant what i said earlier. About killing them."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I know." Slowly, Sayuri's arms begin to withdraw.

Bexy Amalaryssia releases her more fully, gazing over Sayuri in silence before her head finally drops, and looks away. The faintest of sobs choked back in the moment, as she simply sat in silence.

Sayuri Aoki leans over to Bexy a final time, nudging her head against the woman's shoulder weakly before she pushes herself up on her feet. ".. I will see you soon.. Yes..?" She sounded a little hesitant, even if she tried to cling to the faith she held for Bexy.

Bexy Amalaryssia slowly nods. What follows is a longer silence, and is only interrupted when she musters the strength to talk. "...I love you, sister. I -will- bring you home." Her gaze finally meets that of Sayuri's, as tears roll down her cheeks. For her own good, Bexy remains seated, fearful that if she were to embrace her again, she'd never let her go.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. And I you, sister.." She managed a weak smile, before any tears she had managed to hold back welled over in her eyes. Reluctantly, she wanders off with heavy steps.

...And it was all i could do, to sit down, to let her leave. Because if i stood, i would follow her into the depths of the hells if it meant i could bring her back.

I cannot say i agreed with her actions. A little more thought. A little more time. Perhaps there could be something, but...

...She would not risk it. Not for him. I can’t blame her for it.

So now i sit.

Now i wait for her to return.

And dwell on what i must do, if she does not.

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