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ARCHAEOELYSION. independent multimuse featuring muses from world of warcraft, league of legends and final fantasy xiv. 18+, mutuals only, highly selective, extremely private and low activity. personal/fandom blogs please don’t reblog my posts!

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Hades took a step closer then, gaze filled with the hurt and determination alike. “It is enough.” His voice was soft despite the gravity he implied as he quietly wrapped his arms around his beloved. Oh how much he had loved him — his very being and soul, his presence alone was enough for him. But it was breaking him. The moment Hythlodaeus started despairing, wishing to return home, Hades knew that ‘twas all too much for the Soulseer to take. That, if it hadn’t been for the mage, the man wouldn’t have suffered through it. And ‘twas the same love that would have Hades ask him to do just so. “You have done enough.”

His hold tightened slightly, and despite his words, he didn’t want to let go just yet. “Return to the stars first, Hythlodaeus. I will join you once I have fulfilled my duty.” He knew that the Soulseer would decline, of course he would - how could he bear leaving Hades alone to suffer through it? Yet as he had ever been mindful of Azem and himself, so had they ever been attentive of his feelings - and who else would know him better but Hades?

“I cannot bear to see you suffer so.” Please do not make me —

ASCIAN LOVERS SUFFERING HOURS ⁘ @archaeoelysian​

The gravity of his soft words makes violet eyes visibly alarmed as they meet golden gaze, waiting in silence as he heeds the other's words. It is enough, Hades says, and Hythlodaeus knows what he means even before he continues, heart sinking at the thought, the sharp claws of ascian attire digging painfully upon his palms (it is meant to hurt himself, a bad habit to control his uneasiness; a way to make manifest a minimal fraction of the suffering he is constantly in).

Hades has been his only solace for milennia. The only reason why he had not unraveled completely. Had he lost Aphrodite and him both, there would be no reason to remain; but so long as his beloved fought, so would he, no matter how painful it became.

It takes him a second to return the embrace, when the other pleads with him to leave. It is absurd Hades would believe for a second that was an option. Better to suffer this hell together than to rest alone; better to endure this pain than leave all of it for the one he loved the most to go through with none to share his burden.

I will join you once I have fulfilled my duty, he says, and though he longs for rest, to be freed of this world of shades, meager reflection that it was, Hythlodaeus' reaction is visceral denial. Own arms wrap suffocatingly tight around the other, even as he remains careful not to hurt Hades (as ever, showing to him all the care he would not spend for himself). "No. I will not leave you here alone."

"Don't ask me to go without you." 'Tis his own fault, for letting his feelings slip. He had thought before of how he wished to have died millennia ago, spoken that perhaps he should have sacrificed himself as he initially desired to, but even in the depths of his despair, the thought of leaving before Hades was never entertained. He would suffer anything, should it allow them to remain together.

"I cannot bear the thought of you suffering alone. My own peace will not come while you are still in pain." The words are more emotional than he usually is; Hythlodaeus had never been prone to outbursts, after all. Or had not been before; their time working to free Zodiark and restore the world that was had an enormous impact on him, and not all was as it had once been. Their souls may be whole, but that did not mean they survived unscathed.

The deep frown on her features matched one they were both so fond of, yet her upset was not directed at Hythlodaeus himself, nay, ‘twas due to her own failure. “We — he cannot lose you, too.” ‘Twas an irony, how Hades and Aphrodite had an argument which she knew they would not recover from ‘till the end of the days; yet despite her own sorrows and wish for her friend to stay, she knew well how hard it would be on the other. “There is — must be - another way. And I am going to find it.” A silent oath. She would not return lest she did. There had to be another way.

PAIN & SUFFERING ⁘ @archaeoelysian (I tagged right this time 😌)

We — he cannot lose you, too.

To say the words did not cut deep into his heart would be a heinous lie. He hated nothing more than to cause pain for them, except the idea they would not survive this to see their goals achieved. 'Twas much too early for Hades and Aphrodite, who had so much to offer and could indeed see their star restored. 

Not for him, though.

As Chief Architect, Hythlodaeus had plenty of experience in looking into things with a clinical eye, seeking their value and worth, their flaws, how they would best work for the betternment of the star. ‘Twas a gaze solely reserved for creations, of couse, but that did not prevent him from wielding that same logical perspective in times like this. Cold as it may seem, it was the truth he saw: his life was expendable. He had no talent nor worth that was not irreplaceable, and through sacrifice, he could aid those who mattered most. If they survived, ‘twould be enough for him. 

"To remedy his loneliness, I would advise you to seek him out. He is too proud to do it himself, but regardless of disagreement, you know how dear you are to him and how deeply hurt he was for the fight the two of you had." Hades had always been far more emotional than he believed himself to be, and as loyal to his friends as he was chained to his duty. He would come around, should she give the first step. Hythlodaeus knew that with as much certainty as he had in the fact his path was chosen and his fate sealed.

"There's too much love between you for that rift to be unmendable, Aphrodite." He adds, violet eyes watching her as stubborn determination he is so familiar with is obvious in her face. Lips curl in a subtle smile tinged with sadness, head slightly tilted. "You cannot ask me to stay when you yourself is choosing to leave. Stay with him, so that he will have someone who understands not only his pain but his heart in its entirety."

"I believe, given time, you would indeed be the one to find another way. Who else but you would find a solution to an impossible matter? As Azem, you have done so countless times," The praise is sincere and filled with fondness, a pure expression of it. She had been with him through the best and the worst, and despite their disagreement in regards to which path to follow, Hythlodaeus loved her most dearly, too. "But we have no time left this time, and if this is the path he believes in, then I would walk it blindfolded because I trust his guidance wholeheartedly."

Erichthonios shakes his head then, crimson opening to meet the clear blue eyes he’ll miss dearly. “Forgive me — I know that you’re merely doing your duty.” Yet I cannot bear to watch you go. Words he doesn’t voice, but instead, the grasp on Themis’ hand tightens slightly - afraid as he is to let go and lose the other for good. It might be ridiculous, childish even, to cling onto him for however long they have left. Even so, he could not quite let go of him just yet. The thought alone is dreadful enough as it is.

IT’S ANCIENT BFS TIME TO SUFFER NOW ⁘ @archaeoelysian​

Ever since the very start, days now long ago when he first met Erichthonios in the darkened halls of Pandaemonium, it had been his heart that which captivated Themis the most. Kind and caring, determined to rescue every other soul he could reach, forgiving enough he had not heeded or begrudged Hesperos' bruising words. He felt so deeply, and never did he hide just how much was within his heart, be it in kindness or rage.

Their mistake, knowing that, was to get too close to each other still. As much as Themis loved him for it, he was not in a position to act likewise. Elidibus could not simply follow his heart's desires, and inevitably, there would be times when he needed impartiality and logic to guide his decisions. His own heart did not matter; how could he properly care for Erichthonios'?

Even then, Themis does not regret the time they had together; only the pain he now causes his lover. 'Tis not the first time they speak of it; it may well not be the last. Understanding as the other tries to be, Themis knows he is not. It is all over him, in the question spoken in a murmur, the death grip on his hand; Erichthonios may not have pleaded him to stay in words, but his demeanor does it all the same. He does not want him to leave, and Themis does not wish to leave him, but that matters naught in face of what Elidibus must do.

"I'm afraid it must," He had volunteered himself as the most sound choice. His was the role to cease conflict amidst their kin, to steer them towards a certain path. "Who best to be the Heart of our savior than the Emissary?"

"'Tis my duty as Elidibus," He agrees with Erichthonios' words, though it does not lessen the weight on his heart, and surely does naught to soothe the other. I'm sorry. Though the words are at the tip of his tongue, he cannot say them. He cannot apologize for bearing that responsibility as expected of him, and he cannot ask forgiveness for doing what he must to save their star and their kin. His position was an honor and a burden, and he knew all of that when he had first accepted it.

Silence lingers as he gazes into beautiful crimson, lovely even amidst the inner turmoil it reflects. Themis squeezes Eri's hand in return, holding on just as tightly. He does not doubt his path, and his will shall not falter, but his heart breaks all the same for all the things they will not have as a result, all the pain he causes the other now. "Don't ask for forgiveness. I would much rather you continue to speak the truth of your heart, Erichthonios."

Yet he says naught. Golden hues trained on lavender - ones he has loved for so many decades, ones he will love and miss so dearly in the time to come. He wants to ask him to stay, to let himself be selfish and keep Hythlodaeus at his side, yet he cannot. The ever duty-driven mind of his does not allow such acts and feelings to get in his ways.

His lips part, a silent scream as he wants him close ( naught else matters, naught else ever did whenever they were together ) and grow old with him until they returned to the star together.

For the lack of words and the misery he feels, Hades forces himself to look away, unable to bear the sight of him when knowing well that they would not have much time left.

What is he supposed to tell him?

WOW WAY TO COME FOR MY HEART WTF ⁘ @archaeoelysian

Lavender sustains the intense gaze of golden, understanding far more than what will be spoken by either of them. This is not a decision he had made lightly, despite being the single correct option. He knows his most beloved would not take easily to it, far more full of sentiment than Hades would lead others to believe.

But he knows also that, in his role as Emet-Selch, he would not support a solution he did not believe in, desperate as it was. And if Hades believed it the correct path, plausible to lead them to survive the calamity that plagued their beloved star, to save their world and people in the end, then Hythlodaeus would place unwavering faith in that solution. How best to support it, then, than pleading his very soul to the cause?

'Twas, after all, also a matter of logic, in the eyes of the Chief Architect, so very used to an analysis far more clinical than that of sentiment. His judgment was not reserved solely for the creations taken to him; it was turned to himself also, and he knew this was the path he ought to take to best serve the star. Most of all, this was the path he had to take for them; Hades himself, and even Aphrodite, regardless of her refusal to partake in the Convocation's decision.

It would be easier if he knew the two of them would make amends. That they would have one another, look after one another, in the time he joined a thousand others in the making of Zodiark. This is not a time they can care for what would be ideal, though. Surviving will be enough. Their survival would be enough.

Hades' lips, so dear and well loved throughout the years they shared together, part but let no words out. Was the situation another, Hythlodaeus would not have missed the oportunity to poke fun at him, the mighty Emet-Selch at a loss of words. He is not so cruel he would do so now, when his beloved's reaction may well be as if he had raised a hand to strike him across the face.

Hades sees it as a blow, regardless of Hythlodaeus' intentions with his choice are. As his gaze is turned away, Hythlodaeus himself feels as if struck. Never had he intended to cause the other pain; neither can he give up on the choice that most benefits them all. What he, lacking in talent, could give for their world to once again flourish.

"It is temporary," He offers, soothingly, as long fingers seek for Hades' hand. Hythlodaeus will not force him to meet his gaze; will not force closeness at all, if distance is what the other prefers. This is but the natural reply: if his most beloved is pained, what can he do but attempt to soothe that sensitive heart?

repost, don’t reblog.

name: mel.

pronouns: she/her.

preference of communication: tumblr dms and discord both work.

name of muse(s): right now: alleria windrunner, tyrande whisperwind, alisaie leveilleur, aymeric de borel, fran, hythlodaeus, katarina du couteau, moenbryda wylfsunnwyn, minfilia warde, themis/elidibus, ysayle dangoulain

experience/how long: I think it’s about four years now since I started writing tyrande and alleria. alisaie, aymeric and minfilia have been around for a little less than a year now I think. all other ffxiv came soon after. fran is pretty new, kat I’ve written on and off and sometimes not on tumblr since 2014. generally rping, I’ve been doing since around 2014 too I think? maybe earlier

best experience: meeting people who are very important to me. getting so invested in threads I’d write right away. spending nights just talking to people about our silly little characters. idk man I love all of the rp experience tbh.

rp pet peeves: assuming things about characters based on your view and not sb portrayal. writing a canon character doesn’t mean I agree with the view other people have of them 🤷‍♀️

muse preferences for angst / fluff / smut: I’m easy to please and like writing everything although I don’t write smut with people I’m not comfortable with ooc. angst and fluff are fair game always 😌

plots or memes: pls send me memes and continue them (plots can be hella cool I’m just. more of an unplanned, go with the flow kind of girl)

long or short replies: I can’t keep replies short to save my life

best time to write: at night has always been better for me, but life™️ forced me to adjust to writing in the morning too

are you like your muse: some of them. I’m not at all like kat save sympathizing with the experience of having shitty fathers, but I can see some of myself in how I interpret alisaie to struggle with comparison and a constant drive to achieve unattainable heights, much like I am like hythlodaeus in not realizing his own self-worth. like alleria, I bottle things up and leave them to age like fine wine and am prone to forgiving people I love. more often than not, they have something I wish I was like, though. I wish I had ysayle’s drive to fight for her beliefs, or tyrande’s fierceness, or aymeric’s will, or minfilia’s heart. alas, I don’t think I quite live up to them. quiet, distant fran, willing to push away people because she believes it’ll be best for them, loyal to the few who got close to her is the one more similar to me I think, and still I think it’s more I wish I was like her than that we really are alike.

ALISAIE GETS A ZOMBIE DAD AGAINST HER WILL

@necroarchy

“I do not need your advice,” She retorts with sharpness that matches the fierce cut of her blade against the creatures. Creatures, now, devoid of will and life, dancing to the tune of his song, husks of what they had once been.

The part of her that is inevitably drawn to the impossible task of saving those beyond saving bleeds with sympathy, the desire to somehow free those he had under his grasp. But death was not necessarily release, even as it was the only means currently available to prevent these souls from lingering in suffering instead of following the path they ought to.

‘Twas one thing to find a way to break free compulsion that controlled another’s will; quite another to undo death. And was he not the very proof undoing it was to no one’s advantage, robbing people of what made life worth living?

She grows careless, as battle continues and thoughts wander; rage had always made her careless, and it is all Alisaie can feel beyond compassion and pity. Her anger is not at her attackers, truly -- it is directed to him, watching a short distance away as she makes short work of his minions. 

As magic complements her bladework, she leaps back, closer to where Arthas stands. ‘Tis folly to turn on him when so vastly outnumbered, and not for the first time, she mourns the absence of her twin (Alphinaud always had her back, regardless of how impulsive her actions were; regardless of how much she said she didn’t need to be fussed over); and yet she does it all the same, rapier and focus both wielded against the one seemingly so proud to see her rip apart his zombie horde.