#proveidence

“𝐀𝐇!“ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍, letting slip the poise of gentlemanly composure he had cultivated for all his life. Music had his love above most other things, and had a way of separating him from the world. When he played the piano, he heeded only the way the notes rung in his ears, resounding with all the fervor in his skillful presses of the keys. The Warrior of Light’s entry is noticed only after his hands come to rest once more, jostling him out of his trance. An exhale, and then Artoirel gives him an apologetic smile, a hand resting on his chest. “Fury, Jahliqai, I hadn’t even noticed that you had entered.” He smiles warmer. “Though I failed to greet you properly, I do hope that you enjoyed the performance, however much you heard.”

                                         ❛  i care not what they say .  ❜

O ‘ WARRIOR OF LIGHT , they plead , they cheer , they beg . he’s never cared for the opinions of others , never cared for their banter , foolish ideals , nor praise for the so - called ‘ competent ’ as he’s always been their opposition . 

                                  ❛  my decisions are of my own making .  ❜

A hand not meant to carry the sins of this world reached forward, a slain beast roaring its’ final plead unto the blinding skies. Time was of the essence, and as a whirl of emotion swelled in The Exarch’s breast, he gripped his staff. Even in uncertainty there was hope. The light enveloped Jahliqai’s palm in a way that could entail the end. There was excitement, astonishment, pride, and then trepidation, enough of a means to intervene and to halt as light spewed into the dust and wove into his flesh in complements to the crystal that enveloped his own. A familiar flash lit the sky — pulsating, the skies toll of remembrance that this was a weight meant for the Chosen’s shoulders. 

As the screams of aether dissipated back into silence, that became all that was spoken for some time, and an attentive and unadjusted ear could hear the hums of the skies. 

COMMUNICATION MIGHT BE TOUGH    as she’s not sure if he knows how to speak with hands like she does.        <      DO YOU UNDERSTAND    me    ??     >      her hands raise as she questions him,    a quizzical look on her face as her head cants ever so slightly.

     Which? The blade upon his back, the expectations he had to meet or the fact that people assume he has to answer every single question they toss his way? He remained where he stood, finding that his fist clenched against his better judgement. At this, he sucked his breath. There weren’t many moments wherein one would find him flaring, but these days have passed with smoldering hammers and suffice it to say that he has been beaten with it enough. He turned, gaze darkened as he did so. A stare that wasn’t his. Unlike him at all.

     But mayhaps he had always looked like that and he had convinced himself he was above it. Above the maddening glare, eyes which gave unspoken threats. For this person to mind their business and be on their way. Still, it would soften. Good gods, always the kind man. Ne’er to ignore when spoken... is that not so? That he’d nod his head and smile in kind like the question itself didn’t rub disgust at the back of his throat. “It is,” he responded, an answer to all three. An answer he would’ve kept to himself if it hadn’t been pried against him. “You get used to it.”

          an introduction to his point, fandaniel muses, is quite crucial to how he would like this encounter to go. for a man such as himself, there would be no greater joy than to see him writhe and wail. it’s fortunate that he already knows how to go about this. a hand rests against his forehead as though to salute, but instead he looks about the area. jahliqai can’t see his eyes scanning the area for companions the ascian knows aren’t there.  “  normally, your little friends aren’t too far off... have they abandoned you?  ”  feigning ignorance yet the smile is painfully audible. fandaniel gasps.   “  or maybe they’ve suffered a worse fate?  goodness, this must be SO hard for you, jelly!  ”

(kisses him forever)                                              

                                                      𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 / 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 .

He kisses back, and back, and back, until the soft sound of their lips dancing together turned into laughter, as his lips tightened with a smile as affections grew endless, and how his heart fluttered just the same as it did the first time their lips had met, back when the skies were smeared in light and sins walked among the people.

“ Awfully... ” Aweri turns his head so that kisses met his cheek. “ Awfully.... ” and how he laughs even more, “ affectionate, are we? ”

@proveidence ➜ VIC SHOWS UP LATE TO THEIR OWN BIRTHDAY ASKS.