#excalibiur

it's officially past midnight in scotland so i can now say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!! btw that pic is us if u even care. i never expected to make as good of a friend as i've found in you on tumblr, let alone my best friend but MAN am i glad i've met you. it feels like i've known you my whole entire life and i still hold that it isn't fair that we had to meet as adults instead of five year olds in school because we're just so similar and not to get sappy on dash but FIVE YEAR OLD CHLOE AND BLYTHE DESERVED IT. better late than never tho because our meeting story is truly iconic. i hope today is amazing, that you get to play all the video games you want and eat all the pizza you want, that the doggies are good to you today, and that you enjoy your slime. I LOVE YOU BEST FRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ @excalibiur

"when i went to retrieve you, general, you were..." the clone captain clears his throat and hastens to solidify his awkward facial expression with one of more nuance, more outward professionalism. he's usually quite good at that, but this is a special case. "... you were occupied, sir." the clone's eyes dart left to right, not sure if his word choice is appropriate for the situation. "i did knock," rex continues, hesitant as he tightens his tone. "twice. but you were... on a call." with senator amidala. he leaves that part out. "if you would like me to recount the briefing with you, sir, i can do that. the matter is mostly resolved, but there were problems breaking the separatist blockade. i believe general kenobi wanted to discuss options with you, as you may have some better ideas. his forces cannot hold the separatists for long." the faster rex escapes the more sensitive part of this discussion, the better. though the two have a somewhat silent understanding between them, rex still hates lingering anywhere near that space... for anakin's sake, of course. better to be oblivious than hyperaware and ask too many questions. "is everything all right, sir?" that's the extent of his asking — and it's surface-level, too, just the way both of them like it. it covers the bases. "would you like me to... contact general kenobi for you?"

                    « i wrote her into the book, into return, to try & throw off scratch. she was unpredictable, stubborn & heroic. exactly what this plot needed, a hero who's compass hadn't been broken yet. mine was clouded, infected, tainted by the dark presence sinking its claws into me time & time again. she got me out. she freed me from the dark place, now she was paying the price. the same burden that every hero must burden. i had to hope that we could end this together, alan wake & daphne blake, change the ending before it's too late. she was my last hope, my only hope, & we were running out of time. »

SO THESE WORDS CARVE, : REACHING SOMETHING SO DEEP. he speaks the words with such conviction, firm belief in each word. ... teeth grit together, tongue bitten lightly. ( it makes one think, does it not, hero? ) SHE WHO WAS A HERO BEFORE THERE WAS A NEED FOR THEM, there is knowledge now that those actions taken sparked certainty in her mentor, when the time came. when she became something more, &. made her successor her champion. ... fingers wrap around her sword tighter, leather squeaks ever so gently. ❝ perhaps not, ❞ divine voice dipped into a firm tune, even when a foe so great faced ; SHE DID NOT BACK AWAY. ( when would she? death would claim her before such event. ) ... ❝ but it does not change my course. ❞ on the contrary, it only fuels the flames. yes, that makes for a heavy heart, when loss is discovered upon such path, she knows. to know each decision made is her own, is something that is both encouraging, where it is weighed down by responsibility. ❝ and it only speaks of the bravery of those, who step into the role. no matter how much it demands from them. ❞ a subtle hint ; even should she fall one day, there were those who stood in defiance of calamity.

she's leaned against the opposite bed in the medbay, arms crossed in her usual fashion as @excalibiur lays out her supplies. shepard can't help but feel particularly useless standing there, doing little more than watching, but she knows interference risks further aggravating potential infection. ❝ i know. still, that was a rough hit you took. ❞ there's a sense of invasiveness hounding her as she watches, like she look away, or shouldn't be here in the first place. ❝ can i . . . at least offer moral support? ❞ she asks, searching for some sort of solution without leaving the quarian by herself.

the blue color blinded her a bit until it became soft as the glow of the stars that now remained hidden beneath the tempest.         the girl sat up,   looking at the desert spirit with familiarity and a small,   barely contained smile.         ❝   it’s you.         it had been a while.   ❞         he never came when she wanted him to.         rey supposed she couldn’t order a spirit as she wished,   being just a person.         and desert ones were known to be untamed,   or so the stories said.         a finger rose in the air,   the sounds from the sandstorm hitting iron now completely ignored.         ❝   i was starting to feel lonely here.         maybe i should have gone with my other friends.   ❞         and then,   the sole finger pointed to the dolls she’d made,   laughing at them without shame.

"i did no such thing. i've never murdered anyone in my life, in fact. this is unfair, athan. i'm being wrongly accused." the sarcasm drips from his mouth as a smile bursts over his face, eye-roll and scoff paired with a pat on athan's shoulder. "you don't actually die, though, so this doesn't even work as a joke. busy being dead... more like too busy snogging alice to even give us a call to hang out. you don't have to lie. i know where your priorities are, and that's okay. the first stage is acceptance." he hopes alice didn't hear the snogging joke from across the room, or else he'll surely get a couch pillow to the face in retaliation. as far as he can tell, the joke went unheard — she's too busy laughing with mason to acknowledge him. "what have you been up to since we saw you last? traveling, maybe? i think i remember something about taking her on a trip... going someplace special. or i misheard. or misremembered. you know how it is when you get older, of course." a vague gesture athan's way implies he knows it's quite the joke — immortal athan, completely devoid of "aging" the normal way. "hopefully now that you're back, you'll meet up with us more? come over? there's an incredible wine bar that just opened a few blocks from us, and we'd love it if you two joined us sometime."

                    lips adjust to his familiar smile, as if he was waiting for clive to eventually confess his thoughts over joshua's solo pilgrimage years ago. ❝ you were, clive. you were.  ❞ he reassures with his diplomatic softness, with the grace that heir to rosaria should speak with. he steps forward, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. they felt so heavy, so tired. ❝ you were in my heart & in my mind, granting me strength every step of the way. but there were some tasks that only i could perform. now we can finish this together. so come, let's find our beast, shall we?  ❞