They were free to come and go as they chose; she knew that. But that didn’t stop Luna from starting badly when she appeared, Shiva’s icy frigidity melting away what peace she felt in her heart. Clenched with fear, Luna averted her eyes.

BILLIE EILISH SENTENCE STARTERS // [ accepting! ]

⊰☠⊱ — The sadness in her eyes made him tear away his eyes from her, just for a moment. He knew what she meant. If they could just stay, safe and sound, they would at least be together and not in harm’s way. However, that was only temporary. It wouldn’t take too long until the danger came to them. Now that he couldn’t have. Wouldn’t have. Not while he was breathing. Which explained the sadness and concern etched across her face. She knew how far he would go, until he was bruised and tattered. Close to death’s door. Something he was no stranger too. Many times had he been close to knocking on that door. It just wasn’t his time– not yet.

At least he would like to see, feel her sing one more time before it was his time. Although that may just be wishful thinking. Not that he’d outright ask. He would like to bear witness to that, those comforting vibrations. It would be a good way go. The soft vibrations seeing him off as the light faded away completely in him.

‘Don’t be so eager. You still have a job to do.’

Baring the rarest of smiles, so gentle and warm, a foreign sight to behold, Nicolas casts a glance off in the distance for a moment. He wasn’t even sure what to tell her. There were times when his words wouldn’t come out the way he wanted. It sometimes left the wrong impression on her, he knew that. They always stepped around each other’s feet, like an awkward dance. An awkward dance that was slowly coming into place as they were slowly finding their rhythm with each other. A sense of understanding, from each side.

«You, singing.»

It was a half truth but the look on her face was so serious, he couldn’t help himself but tease her a little bit with that. All an attempt to lighten her up as well as to catch her off guard. That concern belonged to someone more deserving. Someone that could be saved. He was far too gone in the deep end to be saved, it was only a matter of time until he cashed in his chips. Nicolas was way past his expiration date anyway. 

«You know I have to.»

// she’s terrified to ask how he likes his bacon next

character headcanons 

- Absolute book nerds, both of them. And Vergil needs to be caught up on so many amazing ones that released in his absence. He trusts Alex’s taste and often asks for recommendations, while in exchange, he gives her more obscure or outright impossible-to-obtain books. He puts some nice notes in them too, like ‘this one leaves an impression no matter how many times you read it’ and ‘Just don’t summon anything.’

- Vergil is such an absolute snob when it comes to weaponry, it’s impossible to impress him with anything that he could possibly prefer over yamato, Alex is probs the only person he’s ever bought anything demon killing related from, because he trusts her judgement.

- They sass and snark each other so much, it’s ridiculous, but it’s not in a malicious, harmful way, and they are both aware of it and have fun getting on each other’s nerves, lol.

Of late, his presence had become grudgingly tolerated within Skyhold--even if the Inquisitor might trust him, that hardly meant anyone did. As it should be. Noctis couldn’t help but smirk to himself at their wariness, at Chantry Sisters who bristled at the very sight of the man many wished to imprison--even if his actions were considered fair by the standards of the Great Game. Sauntering with considerable swagger to Alex’s inner offices, he leaned against the threshold until she took notice of his cavalier presence. 

     perfect  scenery  that  revealed  expansive  horizons  from  behind  a  low  wall ... it  almost  seemed  silly  to  not  take  this  opportunity  for  a  photo.      the  click  of  her  camera  audible  several  times,  buttons  pressed  to  flick  through  the  most  recent  instalment  of  her  art.  a  few  edits  to  be  made  here  &&  there  and  it  could  be  perfect.      footsteps  catch  her  attention  thus  compelled  to  turn  in  the  direction  to  the  source  of  the  sound.  oh ??  perhaps  a  local ??