#relightsmartyr

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@relightsmartyr submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❛  i don’t feel like i’m even here.  ❜ wanderer

❛ That is a feeling I understand rather well, too. ❜

And yet you both are here speaking with one another. A very real exchange, a very real feeling. The depths of all those feelings that you both have are endless and rough; Truly like a an ocean in the midst of a storm. Howling, relentless winds and crashing, ruthless waves. All it wishes is to tear you apart, piece by piece. At times, you do wonder to yourself if even a normal person doubts their existence. You've come to the conclusion that, yes... anyone can doubt their own existence. To look in a mirror and see another or to perhaps look in a mirror and see yourself, but still be unable to believe that your existence is one that matters.

Yet, the depths that the divines have left for that two of you are far greater then most. It truly feels like it's carved out a hole in you.

❛ And yet, we are here. ❜ You say with a soft sigh. You aren't sure if it's out of exhaustion, out of annoyance with the situation (to be struggling still), or if you were holding your breath and you hadn't realized. ❛ There is no greater proof that we are here, that we exist, then to be here with one another. ❜

One of your hands goes to find his. A familiar, yet still somewhat unfamiliar, warmth. Your eyes turn to gaze on him as a smile comes to your face. The meeting between you two could be said to be a lot of things; Fate, the will of the gods, coincidence; But, you would like to think that it was simply both of your wills drawn to one another. Two people who share so much, yet wish not to speak of it.

idk where this quote comes from actually but will take random things in the inbox always (accepting). | @relightsmartyr

"I think we as the mass majority have come to understand this fact. Frankly, it comes as quite a surprise to me to hear that there are still individuals dubbing the renowned administrator of the Fortress of Meropide - one of the most just and fair institutions and examples of systemic reformation - as a villain! I dare say it would make more sense for one to call Monsieur Neuvillette a villain." The quip comes far more lighthearted than it would have prior, one that weighed less heavy on the heart and was provided as a simple observation of the simple state of affairs in how justice was divvied out in Fontaine's present day. She waves a hand dismissively, redirecting the conversation back toward the man of the hour.

aventurine can’t seem to catch a break, even in this bleak landscape consumed by emptiness. contrary to his expectations of finding some measure of peace in desolation, each breath was a struggle; it took much out of him simply to survive. this was the price of seeing behind the curtains, he supposed: a price he knew he’d have to pay for his plans to bear fruit.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @relightsmartyr submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. ❞ neu

You are tired and you wish to rest, yet it's an never ending cycle really. Work, Research, Trials, Obligations; What can you put off to rest? How can you act to get these people to continue looking at you like a god? Why did it even have to be you?

(Well, if not you, then who? No one else deserves to suffer like this.)

You aren't one that allows yourself much leeway. Any crack in your act could easily lead to everything falling apart. You always feel eyes on you, lights on you. As if you are eternally on a never ending stage performing a never ending play. For who exactly is ever changing, yet even if you are alone, you feel as if you can't low your guard. It's endlessly exhausting!

Yet, just this once it wouldn't hurt to sneak out right? It's late- The moon has already risen and if you dress carefully you could hide your rather defining features to just breath a sigh of relief. Yes, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

Right?

Though, perhaps it was fate or perhaps it was that you are truly not good at this sort of thing. You were caught quite quickly. Jumping out of your skin as your heart races and the man looks down at you who has huddled up on the floor with a pout and tears in the corners of your eyes.

“ not so fast. ”  fingers are folded over the edge of a blade, halted dangerously close to his throat.  not that it would have killed him, but the process of regeneration can be a bit more cumbersome these days — he’s hungry. ink-like blood spills forth from his palm, and trickles from his fingers, but the phantom has nothing for his old friend besides a sordid smile. seeing him after all this time feels like some cruel trick of the fates, he can’t help but laugh; all this time and yet carver conner is exactly as he remembers. tired and angry, soul teetering on a precipice somewhere between life and death — wanting so desperately to die and yet … he lingers on.  “ you weren’t even going to say hello? ”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @relightsmartyr submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ words are wind. words cannot harm me. ❞ venti from

❛ To imply the wind can not bring harm is as if to imply water is the same. Both are necessities to life, yet both can end it just as easily, no? ❜ Perhaps because he is the wind archon, he think he's immune or perhaps he literally is, but what about others? It is his job to rule over such things, to keep a stable balance. In this same comparison... Wind can and will harm, so words can do just the same. You cross your arms over your chest, canting head to the side as you ponder his words a moment longer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@relightsmartyr (wriothesley) submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❛ anyone can betray anyone. ❜

❛ My, even I must admit that is a rather solid line of thinking. Quite the realist, if not an outright pessimist when it comes to the intentions of those around you. Though, that would be befitting the stone cold Wriothesley... ❜ Dramatic as always, your voice carries it's normal haughty nature. Even with an act over, that does not change your love for the dramatics... nor does it change a personality that you have crafted carefully for five hundred years. Exhausting as it may be, stopping is not as simple as turning a switch on and off. It's a carefully crafted mask that you have yet to remove.

It's a bit more comfortable to act as someone that was loved then to act as you who was frowned upon, isn't it?

❛ Yet, to be betrayed is still a rather human thing, is it not? The morals of such an act are always on the side of the villian, yet sometimes that is what makes it all the more exciting, wouldn't you say~? ❜ You chuckle to yourself as you clap your hands together, your duel colored eyes narrowing slightly as you cant your head to the side at a perfect angle. ❛ Is this perhaps your indirect confession to something, Wriothesley? Are you about to write a new chapter in the history of fontaine were the administrator of Meropide will betray the citizens? ❜

You know that isn't the case, he is simply a matter of fact man. It makes him easy to understand, yet it is easy to twist the words of someone to be what you need it to be when it comes to a play. Word play is your strong suite! To make a story out of nothing, to make something far bigger then it needs to be! There is not even an audience here anymore, yet you have to behave this way. Someone could almost frame it as you teasing him, but you are falling back on hold habits, instead.

unprompted. always accepting. | @relightsmartyr

Mild-mannered Lynette feels pricks of apprehension ebb at the surface of her skin, eyes closed in quiet contemplation as she sat on a bench outside of Hotel Debord. It was always so bothersome to think of things that caused her any level of distress, and with the person before her, it put little ease of mind when he chose to comment on some of her more recent covert dealings that dealt not with being a magician's assistance when he, himself was an ongoing mystery to her. Stoicness permeates her expression, unmoving as anemo tries to shake her from her position. Well, she supposed that her connections with the Fatui by now were something of common knowledge among the citizens of Fontaine following Lyney's trial- but was word spread so quickly to someone who was not local? Someone so entirely unaffiliated with her and the House of Hearth? His seemingly motivationally-driven words do not sit well with her, but at this time, she had no conclusive trail or lead to tie his surface-level concern with. Maybe she should consult with her brother about the matter? Perhaps Father, even?

"I'm not really equipped to process this level of lecturing when I'm in low-power mode." Lynette speaks after a considerable amount of time has passed, unsure what to make of his words. This is her temporary conclusion. She's already let her guard down far too much than she was comfortable with. This vulnerability poses a risk; a risk toward her family that she could not afford.