𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. inspiration taken from game and meta / headcanon. 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.   yes i send memes to myself, i might even write with myself sometimes — it’s not as weird as you might think.   20 + only.  do not follow unless i follow first or we are friends.  not spoiler free.

an awkwardly sincere glance; lips twitching in hopeful parting. "that perhaps we could go together and have her appraise it. i know how much these mean to you so.." her friend would; shionne hoped; appreciate the fineries of a culture their people had erased far too long. but in this moment; they were only two friends with one desiring him to share in her discovery.

"if you're busy that's fine i just. it wouldn't feel right if i touched it more than i did and honestly? " her smile turns a bit bittersweet; but not losing its charm and optimism at her find. ( don't worry them; do not speak of the suffering. if it leaves your mouth then the existence is all the more unbearable and you know what it means to bear the unbearable. )

" if i set it down carefully you can carry it to rinwell. i don't want to...you know, risk it."

casting aside the giant zeugle surrounding shionne; the suffocating pain, something perhaps he related to in his own way? her face brightens into a smile. "a-anyway! i figured you'd want to know."

𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧.eyes focusing too hard on a single thing, it strains and pains him, if he were more honest with himself and others perhaps he would open up about the headaches he suffers from these moments, but his pain mustn’t burden them — he turns, delayed — still , she gives him a start. ❛ oh — shionne. ❜ he says in his neutral tone. he clears his throat, and begins examining her; she looked worse for wear. tired, more than usual. dohalim knew better than to point it out, but he would make note of it for later, perhaps express worry for her health but he may reach too far.

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a single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. you can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. you're trapped in the picture, in the past.

maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. but you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.       nothing lasts forever... right?

theres this right? his darker reddish undertones are there.... but

𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥. he’d been told that strength must exude him in visage as well as his actions, yet now in the face of former friends, he feels that very same strength waning, draining from him, leaving areas which were not so vulnerable, vulnerable. her words of comfort lift him. he turns to her, attempting, but failing, to remain an image of nobility. ❛ shionne… ❜ the barest of smile tugs at his mouth — how did he manage to get so lucky, and to think, she had made an attempt on his life when they had first met. ❛ i thank you, my dear friend. your words bring me a great deal of comfort, i shall never forget this — i am most lucky to have you, as well as the others, i fear without you i would be lost —i would lose someone who brings immense joy to my life, that is precisely why, i too, will be right behind you, shionne. ❜

and then it hit him, like waves crashing against the beach, it left him with less of himself than he had before. the familiarity of his presence — he stands motionless, as though the world has paused around him. the emotions that twist within him caused an audible noise of confusion slips from his lips — was this all my fault? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩. had things been different ... had dohalim been different... then perhaps vholran would have never become this broken shell of a man; vholran. sadness sinks in the corners of his mind. i never did learn your name, the thought runs through his mind. how could he make up for this mistake, how could he face the others, knowing that perhaps even an ounce of kindness could have saved him? an ounce that dohalim had not given him; he had abandoned vholran.

❛ perhaps, ❜ eyes shut softly, opening to give him a look of gentle forgiveness. ❛ worry not, my friend, there is nothing that one can not come back from — please, lay down your arms and take my hand, we will see this through together; that which has been broken shall be fixed, we will see to it, vholran, please… do not throw away your chance at redemption. ❜