#hyrulea

this one’s battle spirit confused the demon — treading lightly around him, he decides to play it safe for now; no need to get into a battle quite yet. with a keen eye, he looks to the other — before finally, he speaks,

"Okay, hear me."

Scared? Fearing the very girl he humiliated at the last vortex party? No, not after the public humiliation he was answered with earlier that morning. What enraged him further was the female's audacity to question his own inquiry without acknowledging his words in the slightest or opting to deliver a proper answer. Maybe it'd have not been such a big issue if not for the massive amount of egocentricity and narcissism he suffered from. Something his allies and friends fed him on a daily basis. ❝ You think this is fun, don't you, you damned creep? ❞ The aggression in his voice was rather obvious, his fingers twitched from the intensity of anger which flowed through his veins at that very moment. He was never looked down on, let alone being questioned or humiliated.

❝ I ain't scared, you little bitch! You don't even know who the fuck I am! ❞ Nathan exclaimed, his tone just growing unhinged by each passing minute until it finally took over his psyche as it usually does when he's under pressure, feeling insecure, cornered. In one swift motion he pulled out the handgun he carried with him, the muzzle pointed directly at the female's forehead while his hand trembled under the rising anxiety that was slowly setting in, the index on his right hand hovering over the trigger similar to a landmine waiting to explode under the slightest pressure.

"So what's it like being a crime fighting queen? Can't say I know much about you but from the fact you're names Queen Maeve and that you've got the fight of a champion. I mean, is there a lot more to know?"

His hand hovered near the hilt at his side, not quite touching it, but ready to draw the sword that seals the darkness from its scabbard. The torchlight behind him cast a golden flicker across the uneven walls, pulling strange shapes from the jagged rock, painting them like warnings. Moss clung to the edges of the path, and old carvings that weren't Hylian peeked through cracks in the stone, worn smooth by time but still deliberate in their design.

He didn’t speak when he was this alert, letting instinct do what words couldn’t. Every sense leaned forward, searching for a shift in the air, a sign in the dust, anything that might whisper what this place used to be.

@hyrulea liked for a starter.

With no boats going into or out of Galdin, Noctis and his friends had had no choice to make their way to Lestallum to plan their next move. Iris was there, and whilst Gladio didn't say anything out loud, Noctis had known he was worried about her so really it was killing two birds with one stone.

Gladio was with her now. Noctis thought they needed some time alone. He wasn't the only person who had lost a father, after all, and Iris was just a kid. She needed her brother. Ignis had gone shopping to replenish their supplies and Prompto was off looking for things to photograph for his album leaving Noctis to explore by himself.

The young woman, who had joined the group around prince Noctis. And while Somnus did not have too much faith in how scattered the young heir and his friends were, he had to hope for the best. After all they were fabled to end the prophecy.

Mustering the girl, Somnus held his arms crossed. He knew about her and her lands. After all, he had spent two millennia on Eos. Bahamut had chosen him specifically to lead this lineage.

She had noticed him, looking back. Somnus tilted his head a little, before unfurling his arms and setting out to walk a path that would lead him past her.

“You better listen closely to what they have to tell you.”

The Astrals. She would know.

@hyrulea ; ❝ You smile… but your soul doesn’t. ❞ Zelda stands beneath a paper lantern flickering in the twilight breeze, her eyes fixed calmly on Gin's ever-grinning face. ❝ It must be exhausting, ❞ she murmurs, tilting her head just slightly. ❝ Keeping all your truths locked behind your teeth. ❞ Her tone is soft, non-judgmental, but there's a quiet challenge behind her words. She sees more than most.

Unprompted!

Assumption of the holy, down onto the damned. Gin was not burdened with a destiny, for his path had been taken, each willing blood-filled step at a time. [ a snake does not ponder if its poison is lethal; it only makes sure it does the job. ] Still, he was not fond of someone making such words to speak of him, as though deep in her eyes, she could see his, even though his are ever shut & morbid with how it fits his face too well.

Her head cant, making him shrug his shoulders at the divine words of false redemption that throbbed like a living heartbeat. ❝ I think I'm doin' just fine. ❞ Gin spoke, tilting his chin up higher as his arms crossed. --- ❝ I think yer just bored with life, so yer lookin' into others fer somethin', ❞ Gin mocked. ❝ We can both play this game of yers, I ain't an easy player. ❞