thunderbringer

Send the following to give me a little pick me up

🥇 - I think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse.

🎯 - Your portrayal is on point!

💡 - The plot ideas you give out are amazing.

🔮 - I can see us rping in the future and I can’t wait to get started.

💛 - You’re a dear friend to me.

📽 - I can see your muse in your portrayal, your writing is so perfect.

🎬 - I wish your canon was actual canon.

🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash!

🍋 - Life might be giving you lemons at the moment, but just remember you’re my lemonade!

🦄 - Your AUs are so much fun and well thought out.

🌞 - You are such a bright and lovely person OOC.

🤣 - You are hilarious!

—- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀.

"My dear Zeno, not this time," Emiya said as she took off her glasses and handed them over to him. She was smiling as she was curling his fingers around the frames, ever so gentle, but also quite firmly.

emiya's hands are warm and gentle. she's always been gentle with you- you're elle, her childhood sweetheart. the boy who snuck into her room and changed her bandages. you always wanted to protect her, and she wants to protect you. that's love.

you didn't understand that. that was your downfall.

⎛ it's so quiet in your mind. after elpis, without your voice. you are finally your own. ⎠

—- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀.

that's victor's fault, not yours. but maybe she doesn't know that. maybe that's just what you tell yourself so you don't have to deal with the guilt.

she's shaking. you scramble to figure out what to say, what to do. you decide to drape your trenchcoat over her shoulders ⎛ it must smell like your cologne and cigarettes, but that's a better mix than death and decay ⎠

when you were young, you found that a weight over your shoulders, a heavy blanket, made you feel much better. not that it was often given to you, but when you had it, it helped. you hope that it will help her, too. ❝ here, sit down- ❞ you quickly find a chair that doesn't look like it will crumble to dust and bring it over. you take off the suit jacket ⎛ already dirty from the blood and grime on her hands. not that you care, because it's worth it ⎠to use as something nicer to sit on than the rusty old chair. ❝ i ... uh. ❞ you're uncharacteristically flustered. it's almost like you're a normal young adult fumbling around interacting with your crush.

you take a moment to understand that she does make your heart flutter, and you really would like to take her on a date. somewhere nicer. you're also pretty sure that she probably won't want that. it doesn't quite deter you from taking your chance. ❝ we won't have to be here much longer. when this is all done, i can take you somewhere nice for dinner. you know, at a normal pace, like normal people. ❞ but you're not a normal person, and you're pretty sure that she's not, either. she's the key- elpis is the name of a goddess, so you think that she's perfect for you. two divinities meant for each other.

           he's  actually  quite  nice,  all  things  considered.  though  she's  not  sure  she  wants  to  focus  on  that  thought  as  he  guides  her  to  sit  down,  draping  his  coat  on  top  of  her  and  placing  his  suit  coat  on  top  of  the  chair.  she  more  than  gladly  sits  down,  grabbing  the  coat  and  pulling  it  around  herself  tighter.  it  smells  like  cologne  and  cigarettes  -  and  while  she's  not  really  a  fan  of  either,  the  scents  are  at  least  grounding  in  their  own  way.

                                             he's  also  painfully  optimistic.

the  way  he  thinks  they're  both  going  to  make  it  out  of  this  mess.  the  way  he  thinks  that  they  can  just  go  about  their  normal  lives  after  everything  and  go  out  on  a  date  like  totally  normal  people  when  she's  already  regretting  leaving  leon  behind  and  getting  on  the  chopper  with  these  two  insane  sociopaths  who  want  to  take  over  the  world.

but  at  least  the  thoughts  help  distract  her  from  her  irregular  breathing.  she  finds  the  weight  on  her  chest  lifts  a  little,  imagining  the  scenarios  he's  painting  -  a  smile  even  breaks  the  corner  of  her  lips.  he's  dreaming  the  impossible  and  picturing  the  imagery  would  make  her  laugh  any  other  day.  even  if  they  were  too  normal  people,  she  was  sure  they  would  stand  out.  they  were  both  pale  with  white  hair.  though  his  eyes  were  far  more  outstanding  than  her  own  from  the  peeks  she  had  gotten  under  his  sunglasses.

part  of  her  wanted  a  closer  look.  but  that  didn't  feel  appropriate  -  then  again,  neither  had  kissing  him  been  appropriate.  perhaps  she  was  just  a  different  person  now  after  all  this.

            well,  minus  the  panic  attacks.

you never had enough kindness as a child. you're desperate for it now.

she asks you to take off your glasses, and you hesitate. you used to be like her, with blue eyes, and then the ichor burning in your blood changed all of that. you knew when you first saw the dark veins that you were changing like they said you would. after that, you kept your eyes hidden.

there was a part of you that was afraid of how your eyes changed. that's because you had always wanted to be human, under all your claims of godhood.

she asks, though, and maybe its against your better judgement. you take a breath and then take off the glasses.

you remember when your eyes changed. it burned badly, and you didn't understand why apotheosis felt like you were dying. like every fiber of your being was being torn apart and remade. apotheosis felt like something monstrous, and deep down you knew. when the pain stopped, you looked at yourself in the mirror- vibrant gold irises and black sclera. divinity looked an awful lot like sickness.

❝ they were blue once, ❞ you offer awkwardly. ❝ like yours. ❞

what you want to say is this: we are not so different. i am like you and for once, i am not lonely when i am near you and i am terrified that you won't always be here.

hostility, provocation, you name it. featuring both actions and scenarios where tension can fester; add +reverse to reverse the roles.