#halchron

“ whaaaat! ” the resonance of his voice betrays a near - screech, utterly appalled at the sight that unfolds before him: had sora foreseen that a brief hour's nap would culminate in his friend and the others depleting the entire assortment of snacks, he would have undoubtedly foregone the nap. “ you didn't leave me anything? nothing? nothing at all? ” his hands ascend theatrically, seizing the spiky strands of his brown hair, and he throws a reproachful gaze at lea, his lower lip distinctly protruding. “ i can't believe you'd do this to me! ”

Joshua hates feeling powerless so damn much. He needs to be strong, he needs to remain useful as much as he can. He can not believe he started coughing this much in the middle of a fight. It feels so unfair. Without Hope around, he feels like he could have easily died, and he hates this so much.

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭 , 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 of Gran Pulse's sky, the atmosphere carries the untamed essence of the wildlands ; where the fickle weather orchestrates life's rhythmic ballet. ⸻ as the winds intensify, murmurs of ancient powers unfurl. suddenly startled by approaching footsteps : Lightning turns on her heels, her once-authoritative presence softening into a serene smile at the sight of Hope. ❛ And here I thought you were still asleep, ❜ she jests, a fleeting respite in the boundless magnificence of this world. the capricious symphony of nature's forces reverberates the odyssey of the l'Cie, living proof to the indomitable spirit that flourishes beneath this untamed realm's expansive heavens. ❛ I think it's going to start raining soon. We should find shelter. ❜

HIDDEN BENEATH WHITE COVERS : purifies his being from the rot that hides underneath, stigma having taken residence inside his body. it has been silent for a while, stifling. behind locked doors there's the shuffling of feet; of doctors and nurses passing and tending to their other patients. rufus has only been here for a week or two, his mood plummeting along with his health, quicker than expected the doctor had said. and rufus is not afraid to admit he's terrified, at least to himself he can freely admit so. his turks ? not so much, they depend on him — they need him and he needs them in return. a frustrated noise coming from the turk currently taking care of him ; reno, hard to keep quiet and still and yet here they are, or should he say were ? hands settle upon the armrests of a wheelchair he was forced to use, cage rufus in. electric blues ablaze with life regard him, staring at him : 

❝ do not doubt the lengths i will go to. ❞ @halchron

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.

@halchron asked: ✵ imagine this is from aldous @ eric

Their first impression of your muse:

❛ Not... terrible. Look, he wasn't this much of a bother to me back then, and his ability wasn't useless either, so I didn't mind his existence as much as I now realize I should have. ❜

Current impression:   

❛ Ugh. I don't want to waste any more of my time on this. Just imagine whichever string of insults you fancy best probably applies to my opinion of that bloke as well. ❜

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

❛ I suppose Aldous isn't horrendously ugly, so there might have been a chance that I could have been, but thankfully that personality of his made up for whatever good qualities he might have otherwise had, so no, I'm not. ❜

Something they find frightening about your muse:

❛ The fact that Aldous believes he's in the right every time we have an argument. Can you imagine having his opinions and not noticing that something is dreadfully amiss? ❜

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

❛ Do I have to find something? Tch. Alright... His... no, never mind. But maybe his... no, that's not it either. You know what, let's just go with his freckles and leave it at that. ❜

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

❛ No? Do you think I'm stupid? The sooner I'll be rid of him, the better. ❜

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

❛ If I wanted to punish myself for something, sure. But it's not like I need to when he's everywhere I go anyway. ❜

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

❛ Bother. A. Bother. ❜

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

❛ Slap? What's that going to do to him? Make him say "ouch"? I'd send him straight to Room 101 if I could, but our miss won't allow it. ❜

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

❛ N--- ❜ Except the refutation halts midway through its utterance, once Eric abruptly recalls the kiss they've shared a while prior. The mixture of embarrassment and horror freezes him stiff, and although he could lie and save his reputation, he opts for honesty nevertheless. Oh, to be able to erase that day from his mind and go about his life free of its mess... ❛ ...Maybe. ❜

the night has draped its velvet shroud over the beach, and the gentle whisper of waves kissing the shore sets the rhythm of their secluded rendezvous. beside her, tidus sits, his silhouette painted against the moonlit sea, a picture of tranquil strength and unwavering support.

in this moment, the world beyond their little haven of sand and surf seems a distant memory, its trials and tribulations momentarily forgotten.

“ i never imagined a peace like this, ” yuna starts, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between them, her voice barely a whisper over the symphony of the ocean. “ back when our journey began, every step was uncertain, every choice heavy with the weight of expectation. but here, with you, under the blanket of stars … it feels like i can breathe again. ”

turning to him, the moonlight catches in his eyes, offering a glimpse into the depth of his spirit—a well of strength, kindness, and an unspoken promise of unwavering loyalty. “ do you ever think about our future, tidus? about what lies beyond the battles? ”