#asestos

@asestos : be still my heart. i've grown on you. / ✧

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 , for he had roamed the earth watching nations rise and dynasties crumble. humanity becomes a far away concept for a wanderer who had accepted the contract to become the knife , these hands have known the strife and blood more than it coveted human touch. a walking death sentence , the ferryman who lead all souls to death. ( a salvation that ren so sorely wishes for himself. )

but this man , the haughty curl of his brims , eyes that reflected an indomitable spirit to grasp one's desires , it was most amusing to ren , that he looks into emerald and sees him look past the tangible essence of an ancient heartache to bravely proclaim words that he would have coveted if he were still in harmony with this vessel. similar yet not treading on the unorthodox path that the immortal had set themselves on.

ren returns his advance less than kindly , like dangling the golden goose above a greedy merchants' head , looming over his seat but still remaining aloof , akin to a shadow passing one's peripheral.

ㅤㅤㅤPerched perfectly atop a polished stool, she sits, ankles crossed regally at the ankle, eyes two violet stars burning with dreams. The bar before her is so much more than some shell of wood and metal, so much more than a mere building ; it is a living entity, pulsing and throbbing with energy imbued so devotedly by its patrons, an amalgamation of the dragon’s children and bloodhounds, who form its beating heart. Hips bumping into chairs, knuckles rhythmically rapping against tabletops, hands pounding upon backs in jovial camaraderie, and peals of laughter erupting from thrown back heads ; oh, what a delightful ( and infectious ) cacophony of rowdy goodwill — — — and belonging ! 

ㅤㅤㅤA slithering sense of yearning, dark and heavy and furtive, writhes, gathering her up in its cool grips, tempting her to become a part of it all. Yet she sits back, settling herself against the bar, her half-drunk glass of honey wine just a finger’s length away, content to watch the scenes unfold. Overjoyed, in fact, at the ease with which her people move. Safe, you shall all be safe here, her heart sighs as she watches one of her own, sweet Jhogo, gesture to the long braid hanging down his back, his fingers drawing a pack of bloodhounds’ attention to the tokens of triumph woven into it. Similar adornments, so very precious, twinkle in her own silvery gold strands, singing with each tilt and turn of her head. Symbols of survival . . . and now, perhaps, an easy conversation piece.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA victory in its own way, a serene smile accompanies the thought.

ㅤㅤㅤSensing a welcome presence at her side, she cannot help the amusement rising to illuminate her features ( nor the anticipation fluttering within ). “ Ever the gracious host, ” she teases, swiveling gracefully upon her seat to face Leander and settle her gaze upon his ; oh, how his eyes remind her of the shimmering surface of a summer sea, of dappled light filtering through reborn spring leaves, of the translucent glow of glittering jade, beautiful things all, framed by soft plum shadows. For as long as she has known him, those shadows have been permanent inhabitants of his face — — — as permanent as the scar kissing his left cheek. It is expected for leaders to suffer sleepless nights. How often has she resorted to counting the bumps and cracks in her bedchamber’s ceiling, or, upon concluding that task, sprawled upon her tiled terrace to count the stars ?

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" who'd know how to treat me right better than myself? "

just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss.

𝕬 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍 of crimson eyes and a sharp huff of breath through pursed lips. Tapping his gloves across the bar encounter impatiently, he just knew it was a matter of time before Leander made a comment like this. Such a shame he liked the drinks around this rundown joint, ... or so Vere liked to say .