#stillfate

DO  I  FOLLOW  THEM  ?  :  yeaWHY  DID  I  FOLLOW  THEM  ?  :  i  .  dont  remember  .  im  pretty  picky  with  toga  portrayals  though  so  probably  bc  i  liked  birdie’s  interpretation DO  WE  ROLE  PLAY  ?  :  answer  our  threadDO  I  WANT  TO  ROLEPLAY  WITH  THEM  ?  :  i  mean  i  GUESSAN  AU  IDEA  FOR  OUR  MUSES  :  RENAISSANCE  AUA  SONG  FOR  OUR  MUSES  :  she  said  ,  “  kill  me  faster  “DO  I  SHIP  OUR  MUSES  ?  :  not  in  a  romantic  /  sexual  context  obviously  .  himi  is  jube’s  daughterWHAT  I  THINK  ABOUT  THE  MUN  :  okOVERALL  OPINION  :  did  u  rlly  say  the  word  endeavor  2  my  faceBLOG  RATE  :  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |  6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  bc  u  acknowledged  endeavor’s  existence  in  my  presence

LIKE  AN  ANIMAL  with  its  neck  held  in  another  creature’s  maw  ,  he  retracts  from  unknown  touch  as  much  as  possible  ,  yet  not  enough  to  bring  harm  to  himself  .  an  instinctive  protective  movement  ,  seeking  out  more  familiar  clutches  .  he  feels  his  heart  beat  faster  ,  feels  blood  seep  out  faster  (  RUN  RUN  RUN  RU  )  .  he  feels  nauseous  ,  wonders  if  something  pierced  his  guts  .

it  takes  effort  not  to  snap  down  his  jaw  ‘  pon  delicate  flesh  .  it  is  within  the  scorpion’s  nature  to  sting  .  “  what  do  you  want  from  me  ?  “

TBH I DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT ZELDA! but ! same right back at you :/ your writing and portrayal? :v: because holy shit, you’ve got such a great aesthetic and grasp on zelda,,,

and what such relief ,   posture unending , face and presentation for the eyes of his people.  while years may have come to show inner most person , nothing but honesty , sincerity in actions and truth to core —  yet here sings he !   one of unyielding hope , exhaustion in very soul.   wounds of past set to rest dug up , bared before once more.   they ache and so solitude is sought to set self right so eyes may not lose their flame. regarding himself to be what is    needed   and so there is no room to dwell — only that of praying for guidance. 

body moves with breath , seating on the pier that looks out to reservoir , gaze set on the unmoving divine beast.  it’s lights no longer reflect in the water’s surface ,  standing silent and still.  it’s not the figure he wishes to see but knows it’s one he must look upon. never a time for cowardice , nor the time to let fear control him. only to confront a trouble that had been for his people and for him.  still ,  in even the company of one , he brings a smile to his face. this one thankful.  he ultimately isn’t sure of what to say that he hasn’t already.   congratulations , praise and many many thanks.  (   which will never be enough, in his opinion.  )   

a clawed finger taps  once   twice    thrice !    debating the words that he wants ,  needs  ,  to  share.  ‘  you  don’t  have  to  talk.  ’     a  sweet voice he believes.  and as such a product of upbringing , there are manners.   “  once more please allow me to express my gratitude  ,  princess.  ”     a dip of his head , caudal fin brushing against his shoulder.  such a small thing but one he is no less grateful for.  and suddenly weight that seemed to hold vanishes ,  unspoken are his thoughts  – no doubt to be shared with a familiar statue later  -  yet there is the inkling that she must understand.   so in silence he sits , foot in the water and golden gaze turned back ahead.  

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