faith(less).

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          ❴ ⚚ ❵ -  ❠ I was fully aware of what I was doing. And I still am - nothing has changed since then. I do not regret my decision and I never will. It led me to my destined place - to my dream. ❝ he answered. The words the man before him spoke were full of ignorance, as always. Did he assume Griffith’s will would be shaken by his reproach? Did he assume to know what plans he had for Falconia? But Griffith owed this mortal no enlightenment, so he said no more.

           In this realm or in any of the others, the man was no threat in Griffith’s eyes, so the shrinking distance between them did not bother or make him fall back. Not having moved at all, he kept observing.

          ❠ I have come to warn you for a first and last time. If you choose to oppose me nevertheless, I will accept it. And those by your side… will become the sacrifices for your dream - the dream of vengeance on me. ❝ › …which you will never have. ‹ he added in his mind. ❠ Choose whatever you would regret the least. ❝

“ DESTINY—- that’s what you call it ? “

IT may have been his destiny. the betrayal. the suffering. the despair. like the swing of an axe from a giant he toppled what had been built over years in a matter of minutes. though within guts burned an irredeemable urge to bring back what once was. schierke herself bore witness to it. enveloped indarkness there was a sliver of light that held memories of the once tactful, yet alive, hawk. he blamed himself as much as he blamed griffith. each successive action leading to it all.

   Long had it been since Ciaran had seen such a stance. The familiarity of it, though incomplete, stung like the serrated edge of her silver tracer. The last person to take such a stance had fallen to the Abyss centuries ago… so then why would a fragment of that person haunt her still? Chapped lips drew down into a tight frown beneath the pale mask. The emotions were easily pushed aside, buried beneath cold steel. Dark eyes carefully took in the stranger’s appearance, before she at last spoke.  

    ❝ Do you not recognize the armor of a Lord’s Blade? ❞ The knight shifted her weight from one foot to the other, drawing her right hip inward and cocking her left. Gloved fingers flexed upon the grip of her golden tracer. In her other hand, the silver tracer remained half hidden, the violent shadow of its twin.

LORDS had long since died out. those that still lay claim to land, people, & gods nothing but myths in the minds of the populace. even he, who worshiped the statue of a wolf draped in the many swords of his comrades thought the term useless. to be a blade of one, however-------.

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           ❴ ⚚ ❵ - ❠ Why do you ask me, if you are going to set conditions to what my answer should or should not be? ❝ with an impish smirk on his face, he spoke. ❠ Why do I need a reason to visit an old acquaintance? It was you, who decided to condemn me and the days I used to bear grudge against you are over. ❝

          ❠ Very noble - the cause of your journey. It surprised me to see you not act out of selfishness for once. It seems you have traits I have never noticed, just like you seem to have never known who I truly am. You have gotten yourself new companions as well, I see, and once you reach your destination, I hope you will be wise and remain impartial. I do not wish to have you and your friends in my way. You know I will show no mercy, even if it’s you. ❝ he paused, but not even once did he break the eye contact with the man.

          He hadn’t come here with any fruitless expectation, for he knew how unreasonable Guts tended to be, but he wanted to have tried. The memories of this odd urge to not let any harm come to his two former soldiers were still haunting him and he did not wish to witness them being slaughtered before his very eyes - because this was going to happen, were they to decide to oppose him and Falconia.

THE reminder of the mistakes forged in the past pierced his heart, mind, & soul with a whirlwind of disgust and rage. acquaintance? the shell of a being that existed before him was griffith--- yet not. as if all his characteristics had been amplified & what lay dormant, docile, and human were forcibly torn from the once leader. every time his eye met casca. every time his gaze was cast to the horizon. every time he his eye met a mirror which reflected him. he remembered.

  “ EVEN if it’s me ?! what about during the eclipse, huh, did you EVER consider what you were fuckin’ doing ?! you just let them kill your army--- THEY DIED. “ he had begun striding forth, the tone in his voice sharp like the weapon which he gripped, in earnest, he had forgotten of it by now. it’s weight nothing in this state of existence. “ ya’ want ME to remain ‘ impartial ‘ ?! ME ?! blame me, fine, but the people i’m with ain’t involved in this shit. AND those people in your city--- ! “

NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS

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           ❴ ⚚ ❵ - › Beating it out of me? He never changes. ‹ the figure in white thought, a shadow of a long forgotten feeling creeping somewhere in the back of his mind - amusement, wasn’t it? It was, what he had felt, every time that man had spoken like this - amusement and jollity - back then, in those long gone days. It was the same old voice with the same old harsh undertone, but oh so empty and hollow in his ears now, resembling the distant echo of a dead man’s last words.

          Yet again, Griffith wondered how he could have treasured him so much - a man, who had lived through extraordinary circumstances, but nevertheless - a human. Disappointingly, unnervingly human. Had his heart not been frozen, he would have learned to condemn this man, but now, being the way he was, he felt nothing, for what could a God feel for a mortal?

          ❠  I have never needed excuses for anything. I figured out talking isn’t to your liking, nor is it your greatest strength, but please, specify nevertheless. How do I do what exactly? This is certainly not the first time you meet me in your dreams, only the first time I enter them willingly. ❝

BENEATH his breath he cursed, taut still the refined slab of iron remained ready for use. before him stood a man that guts felt a rancor so utterly venomous the presence alone made him want to let the beast take him. he was the enemy. the fallen savior. guts’ personal bête noire. & yet he knew no matter the confidence, griffith wouldn’t allow any disadvantage, in this plane the damage would likely leave no mark-- or, at the least, be superficial to their astral selves.

  “ FUCK how--- you’ve already got your country from what i’ve heard so there’s no point. “ he was ready to ask him for his next step but that thought lay dormant in his mind. guts was sharp in intellect when it came to the battlefield. when it came to judging others & their strength. to a point, he was clever in guessing intent. but the goal of the husk that stood before him was perhaps the simplest assumption.

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           ❴ ⚚ ❵ - ❠ Would another day have been more to your liking to meet? ❝ the figure asked, not expecting or wanting an answer to this. With otherwordly eyes fixed on the Struggler, he paced slowly in his direction.› How long, until he notices I cause him no pain? How long, until he knows this is not real? ‹ he wondered, for he had never thought of the man as cunning or clever.

          ❠ The last time we met, I left with the impression you still had plenty to say, and therefore tried to make me stay by force. You haven’t lost your tongue in the mean time, have you? ❝ he teased and played, like a predator with prey, not willing to unveil his true intention yet.

  “ DON’T talk like this is a shitty excuse for a reunion. “

FROM the shift in his stance, a deft hand sought the familiar grip of his weapon, repeating the motions he experienced across what was lifetimes. the ground beneath him pressured as heels were dug in, the great blade by which many eldritch beasts fell collapsing the ground it met; voracious did the sword seem after the skyward swing met a finite end. his obsession once cast aside to liberate her mind waltzed towards him with a confidence that seemed all too knowing.