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@lunoia​ asked:   “you need to stay in bed” / albedo

Ugh,  her  body  felt  like  led  and  the  sting  in  her  throat  was  incredibly  agitating  but  she  couldn’t  just  lay  there.    Albedo  was  a  busy  man,    how  rude  would  it  be  to  inconvenience  him  like  this??  

“O-Oh,  Mister  Albedo    ...    you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  me.  I’m  probably  just  a  little  tired...  nothing  that  I  can’t  overcome  ...”    

--    though  as  she  said  that  and  moved  to  sit  up    ....    Yoimiya    felt  her  body  sway  --    and  then  ...  

PLOP...          head  back  on  pillow.        

skyward sword sentence starters. accepting. @lunoia​

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. it grows and grows, leaving him emptier with each time it spreads it’s nothingness through him. its an empty void that had first appeared when his parents died, he and his sister had been left orphaned. fending against the dangers of the cruel world in that moment everything abandoned him, he felt no love in him after that. nothing but a hollow shell left cold remains. take care of your sister, the words of his father and mother echoed through him until that is what he became, motivated and determined to take care of the last living light in his life. they were surrounded by enemies, yet even still, reminders of her smile and her laughter filled his mind with a feeling that couldn’t be placed — determination ( ? ) to never let her feel this void that had pushed its way into his heart, darkening it.

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❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  fall  asleep  anymore .  ❜ / min-jun

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄,   a blissful concession of the gods to those fortunate souls who know not of nightmares and white noises     /     Even a fleeting moment of repose becomes a liability when one is at war with the darkest part of their soul.   Truth to be told,   Solise cannot recall a single night in which sleep had come natural to her:   when she was much younger,   she had to be alert at all times in order not to lamentably disappoint the high expectations of those artificial parents who had generously offered her both a hearth and a library filled with the most exquisite books   ;   and now that she has long since turned into an adult,   the world of dreams is yet but another battlefield in which THE ENTITY dwells and in which It is capable of wielding her most intimate desires and turning them into all - destructive weapons.  

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. but he was the one who chose to keep himself away from the spotlight, he worried, wondering how this may be affecting her in inazuma. he found himself in liyue.

surrounded by mountains, he couldn’t lie the terrain was beautiful, but he did always miss home when he was away. he couldn’t help but notice when she came into view, perhaps she was a tourist ❨ or lived in the mountains which is something he would have never suspected or considered ❩ but what would a tourist be doing all the way out here without anyone to guide. he wipes his hands on his pants and proceeds to her — not the most welcoming countenance he'd admit, but her beauty shook him taking him by surprise... he'd not seen anyone as beautiful as her.

        “  ---  !  stay down !  ”  he’s swift in his defense of the student,  putting himself in the path between hapi and the foe that would seek to cause them both harm.  there’s a thump against his shield as their opponent’s weapon strikes against it,  then a familiar thrumming in his blood as he surges forward and knocks them off balance.  in another swift motion,  his lance pierces their exposed neck and they crumble.  only hapi is spared a glance after he wipes the blade against the grass beneath their feet.  with student lives in danger,  he will not pull his punches and he knows neither will their enemies.  “  we should make haste,  but  ---  are you okay to press forward ?  ”