GalvusZ

— Zenos RP Blog — 09/29/2022

· Independent · Selective

— OC & NCP roleplay. FFXIV muses preferred, but anything may work, I can adapt to an extent.

— Ship selective, I don't force them. Chemistry is important.

— Problematic attitudes because — Zenos. — Asks welcome! I love responding to them.

RULES 1. No hate asks. 2. No LGTBQ+phobia, that's an auto block. 3. No rushing. English is not my native language so I take my time to respond. 4. No NSFW. Only in private if rp leads to it. (Extremely selective about this)    4.1  I might write suggestive stuff though, you’ve been warned.

FAQ This section is more for me, as I never roleplayed here before. 1. How do I start a roleplay with you? Send me a private message and we can discuss it / Ask me for a starter or do one yourself. I'm a bit shy so you're welcome to reach out. 2. Do you do multi-ships? Yes, but only if there's chemistry. I don't like having tons of ships that make no sense. I can also write more than 1 rp at once, but I prefer staying focused in one. You may refer to me as GalvusZ or Blue. Any pronouns. 21+

Reaching out is highly appreciated. Promo: Here.

Zenos squints, inhaling the scent of the cookie still between his fingers. "Fine, my friend. But I will have it from your hands. After we fight." His eyes broaden at the same time a smile creeps upon his face. His voice is pure rampage and delight when his left hand reaches out for his scythe. "Trick or treat!"

“Eh?”

Zenos’ hand tilted his chin up. His hand touched him. That never happened - that shouldn’t happen. That didn’t make any sense. Ghosts couldn’t touch him. He tried.

“Eh?”

Lex hurriedly tapped the place where his pouch rested on the inside of his shirt, mind rapidly attuning to his Sage soulstone. The red in his eyes faded back to natural white, and Zenos… Zenos was…

Still there.

“You’re alive?!” Lex jumped up onto the bridge like a startled cat, gripping the top of his scythe for balance. “I thought you were dead! You mean to tell me you’re somehow alive?! How did you even find me – or get back here?! How did you get healed?! I just–” He roughly ran a hand through his hair starting to pace along the top of the bridge’s rail. The soft dust crunched under his feet while he went back and forth in the sunshine, mumbling under his breath until he was sure he ran out.

He inhaled deeply, facing Zenos once more. “Explain. Fast.”

Zenos gaze studied Lex's for a few seconds, considering what was it that truly kept him from dying. His first thought and most obvious reason was the fervent passion he had towards Lex, the necessity to be with him once more, to cross blades. But when he saw him he found himself wanting for words. His hand would not dare move towards his weapon. He just followed him.

The other option was fate. He thought himself as master of his own destiny and it decided to scold him, to deny him death. But was fate itself so capricious? In the end, all he could muster was a simple truth, enervating perhaps. But there was no facade. He shrugged, his head swinging from one side to another in a slow motion. “I'm afraid I don't know the reason. If I were to tell what transpired you would probably not believe me; my words little more than a pretence to my goals. For one moment I was gazing at an infinite Horizon, thinking of the bliss we shared, and the next I wasn't there. I awoke in this world once more, doomed to wander it in search of purpose. Or in search of you, my friend.” His blue gaze fell upon him once more, and he didn't realize until then, when he let the air slip out between his lips, that he had been containing it.