#lightsmartyr

some meme.   ♡  * @lightsmartyr.

she had known desperation like she had known duty— a lifelong stain on the back of her mind, once in royal ink, now in blood.

there was nothing but the nothingness in the aftermath of the calamity’s relentless destruction, only contained by her best effort, which was not only manifested much too late, it was barely good enough. a key piece was missing, or rather, slumbering. the chamber stood sealed and secret, and the only thing left now seemed to be the rain, unrelenting. now that her body was contained, she could only remember the sensation of it, the last thing her skin felt as her chest tried to contain the truth of the matter: everyone, dead. revali’s voice brought back the thought of that splattering, and the kind she missed within each divine beast as each champion fell. 

hyrule contained her now, yes, but only in flesh.

she supposed she felt something akin to an eye on the sky, watchful and unremarkable beyond the very least she did for the world. vah medoh soared on, corruptive in its scrutiny. a machine, no less fallible than them. revali’s own essence, trapped in and with the very same thing that killed him. in that sense, her hands weren’t any cleaner— i recruited you.

this is technically unprompted but we were also attacking each other with random quotes. always accepting. | @lightsmartyr

"Oh, oh! What an interesting scene you've provided for us! How truly wonderful. Do you fancy yourself the lion in this scenario? As one of the kings of the food chain, let me provide you a prop to set the stage and acclimate to your role."

So be the lackadaisical rise from his cross-legged seat 'pon the floor. Clawed nails draw tears into the tatami mat below him while he bends at the waist to procure his targeted object. Slow, so utterly and impassively slow; his nails rips through fabric to cut the silence in the air until finally the knuckle of his index finger brushes against what he was aiming for. A ceremonial crown with hanging ornaments to dignify the commemorated position of leader in Eternal Paradise. He will pass on this mantle to her, if only temporarily, hulking stature straightening once brought into his hands as he moves toward Shinobu. He places it, then, upon her pretty little head, and admires the handiwork he'd played a part in ━ the juxtaposition of the blood that crown represents; the brutality that being a lion entailed, while she remained a lost butterfly who had lost herself in his garden. His eyes widen with a falsified delirium, saccharine simper curling at its edges as hands now find comfort resting on her shoulders.

He pulls her closer as if to further instigate her rage. Even now, her righteousness served her no purpose whatsoever in moving forward in any significant matter. How truly pitiful.

And yet, the factions' reactions to new arrivals could not be more drastically different from one another. As far as the Geisha could tell, the Survivors made it a point to cast a much wider net of colorful standpoints, each outlook louder and more aggressive than the other. As for the Hunters... Well, suffice it to say that most agreed to keep their thoughts contained to themselves. It was that or they were simply too caught up in the doom and gloom of such standstill waters only being rippled away by a newcomer dipping their toes into their abode.

Such is the same for Michiko, the lengths of her sleeves swaying and fluttering in the air as she made her way toward the entrance of the Hunter Wing. She need not voice her quiet curiosity- tempered, but mild, hearing only the title of what would be her new acquaintance. An Opera Singer; such an occupation knew what it was like to aim to entertain, no? To understand the extent of people pleasing; minding one's tone— Masking one's bottling rage accordingly.

"So, you are the Opera Singer, no?" The Geisha greets with a well-mannered bow. "I am Michiko — pleased to make your acquaintance. If there is anything I can do to accommodate your stay here and make it more bearable for you, do let me know."

...it was, in all honestly, way too early in the day for his student's nonsense.

twilight princess sentences.   ♡  * @lightsmartyr.

the monastery, in the midst of its restoration, has not stopped bustling. khalid has overseen it as best as he could, but there’s also some hunting he must do for himself: first and foremost, he began with the people. after all, it was the rule of thumb he has abided by ever since enrolling here. everything else came second. preparation efforts in and of themselves were the first maze to clear, khalid thinks as he rolls his shoulders preemptively, the clicking of his heels drowned in the chattering, the cleaning, the— ah, there he is.

“you’ve stayed mostly outside my radar, my friend. which is… not surprising in the slightest, no,” he cracks the first chuckle, shaking his head, “but hey, glad to know you’re still great at your craft. though really, i don’t need an anonymous tip to know you’ve kept yourself busy these past years.” good. a blade dulls from excessive use, but the mind is only kept sharper by it. that’s what he needs, and that’s why he’s here, standing before him. a lord in his own right. or, a patron saint, to some. titles have always depended on who you ask, and khalid himself was one to relate. 

“i wanted to thank you myself for your helping hand back there, with the bandits. i will admit, though, i didn’t expect to find you here.” so soon, at least, or without extensive negotiation. not that he’s complaining, so he keeps the rest to himself. “and what’s more, you’re staying. color me relieved.” and he wonders, of course, what’s his thinking in that decision, the in’s for him. and yuri knows, yes. khalid is certain that’s why yuri’s answer is vague in its simplicity. well, for now. khalid would make sure of that.

((I'm deceased-