@constellatory said on my old blog: " we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest."

"You vile woman," his voice ripples with warmth. They were young once. Young enough, where the world was feasible and small. It fit within the palm of their hands, and the fear of tomorrow was not their burden to bear. And then they grew older, farther apart, until they could only see the ghosts of their former selves in each other's eyes.

"You have always been braver than me, Talon. There were nights when I needed that strength and - " you were nowhere to be found.

"You had outgrown the war. Grew up, and there was nothing to hold you back anymore. Lucky you."

He pauses, an unspoken quiver to his subvocals that he refuses to let slip out.

@constellatory said : i’m amazed you made it this far .

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃.   ( accepting. )  

  ❛   I   know!   I   know   I’m   s   -   I’m   sorry   I   --   ❜

The   pizzaplex   was   in   ruins,   there   was   little   to   no   animatronics   in   sight.   𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍   𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀   𝙄𝙎   𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂.   𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍   𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀   𝙄𝙎   𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂!   How   could   they   turn   and   run   when   their   family   was   inside?   They   had   an   exit,   a   way   out,   running   up   and   down   the   empty   halls   in   the   early   hours   of   morning.   The   places   they   laughed,   the   places   they   played   and   shared   their   bleeding   heart.   The   home   where   they   rebuilt   all   they   had   lost   to   make   up   for   past   wounds   that   still   ached   raw.   And   now   here   it   was   again,   crumbling   around   them.

𝘼   𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙀   𝙒𝘼𝙎   𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀:   they   have   to   protect   them.   Animatronics   or   no,   the   Glamrocks,   the   Daycare   Attendants.   They   were   all   their   friends.   Their   family.   Maybe   it   was   clever   programming.   But   when   Monty   let   them   sleep   in   his   room   after   another   late   shift,   he   cared.   When   Chica   stopped   them   to   ensure   they   had   lunch,   she   cared.   When   Freddy   called   them   his   Superstar   on   the   long,   busy   days,   he   cared.   When   Roxanne   sang   their   praises   in   her   own   funny   way,   she   cared.   Even   the   bunny   in   the   basement   had   been   kind   to   them!

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔   𝘼𝙇𝙇   𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿.   so   how   could   they,   now,   turn   tail   and   run   at   the   first   sign   of   trouble?   It   was   their   JOB   to   take   care   of   the   animatronics,   but   it   was   their   duty   to   protect   their   family.   Now,   the   escape   was   gone,   the   building   was   in   ruin.   There   was   no   way   out   and   they   were   lucky   to   be   alive   as   they   wept   into   his   arms.

❛   I   just   couldn’t   leave   you   all   here!   ❜

SHE’S PERFORMING,    the viera noting that quite quickly and simply happy to watch her play for the people downstairs.   soft blues soften as she leans against the railing for awhile,   simply content to remain in spot ‘fore she caught a part of the tune where she recognized that the song was at its end.   heading down the steps the viera offers a smile while shifting her shoulders ‘fore signing out.        <       THERE YOU ARE.     >

        “  You are no more bound to the chains of your past than you are by what keeps you shackled here to this day,  “  he’s moved away from the scions at some point to climb, to better stare the dragon down with his own sharp gaze. His lance at the ready, though he does not strike, he looks her down, combats adrenaline with the vow of the end goal.

A pause, a breath, he looks her back and keeps going. He has to. They need her after all.

“  Take it from one who’s permitted ice to run through their veins, from one who let the flames consume him, if you don’t move on, you become your own prison, you let the pain win.  “

There’s a low growl in his voice, to get his point across, to get her to understand, to combat his own shackles and permit them to fall for the sake of the greater good, he knows, he’s aware of what needs to be done, of what needs to be said.

“  You think tears will right this wrong? They won’t. Nor will lamentations see any type of perpetrator punished. Your suffering, your children’s suffering; they laugh.  “

This isn’t what they came here for, they’re on a mission, the summonings have consumed the lands, no such time for pity, no time to be ruled by the chains of the past.

“  What does the mother of the dragons of Meracydia plan to do about the crimes committed against her children?  “