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"I wasn't too terribly late was I, hero? You look hale & hearty to me." @stygiae
“Actually, you were right on time, Emet-Selch.” Does she seem happy about that for once? “I’m grateful that you came, thank you. I daresay without you, that fight would’ve been over before it really began.”
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[Since nonnie isn't on, Miss topaz, I'd die for you. Legit tho every time I see one of your characters, I am filled with so much joy. Just seeing you brings a big dumbass smile to my face & I for one am glad you are here with us. Thank you for brightening up my dash & being just the biggest peach to be around. ]
//okay um this actually just idk. wow. thanks so much. i’m really bad at accepting compliments but i’m like gonna cry. this is so nice??? thank you. faf you are just... so sweet idk. i am speechless. thank you.
@stygiae : “ you are & always will be precious to me . ”
♡
a smile -- pure and heartfelt -- bloomed across his face . the faint sight of a colorless soul merrily pulsating warmly through the familiar glint in the youth’s mismatched hues could tell one that he was feeling all the good things his heart could ever bestow , for emet-selch’s sincere words left him utterly speechless and with a certain warmth in his chest .
because they were the small things that made the emissary want to tear up ; it was his brethren’s support and sincere validation that moved him another step into the future . it was the fact that he was not just ‘ an emissary ’ to the star , but yet another valuable soul living in it . and to be regarded as ‘ precious ’ , especially by someone as esteemed as emet-selch himself , elidibus felt grateful .
❝ hehe-- ❞ an embarrassed laugh ; the youth was truly left speechless ! and yet , that lithe hand still sought closeness with the other’s , hesitantly holding but two of his fingers . ❝ --uhm ... y-you too ... ❞
"Not... that I don’t mind it, but it’s concerning that you’ve been giving me the same look for about an hour and I’m not even sure why.” She also may be kind of leaning on one of the destroyed pillars, head propped on her arms. The other’s expression worried her ever-so-slightly, and she stood up straight after a few moments.
“Did I do something to elicit that reaction from you?”
@stygiae directly asked for a started and got this because i ran out of words halfway through.
“ you have a beautiful soul. ” [ You know who tf I'm bullying ]
“Do you want to make up your mind?” Does she sound annoyed? “You either think I’m just a broken fragment of someone you knew, or I’m a beautiful soul. Pick one for fucks sake, I’m getting whiplash with your damned moods.” In all honesty, she was glad that it was a constant with him.
“Honestly, Emet.”
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Darkside
Emet-Selch ( @stygiae )
Sona lets the small bouquet of flowers slip from her grasp as she transfers it to a child. A warm grin graces her face as she waves as she takes off into a direction with her masterpiece to showcase to her mother. Her palms press against her thighs as she rises to her feet, smoothing the folds from her skirt, watching her kick up a trail of debris behind her. Such interactions remind her much of home in Ionia when the children at the monastery would gather and work to weave flowers with her.
She recalls her discussion with the Exarch. The recent events are still fresh in her mind, vivid as it was mysterious like a recurring dream. Inter-dimensional summon at too opportune of a time as her legs felt as though they would cave under her when they were carrying her away from a place she once called home. He vowed to find a way to unravel such inconceivable mysteries. Still, despite any event, Sona is deeply grateful that her stringed companion followed her.
Within the peripheral, a figure catches her attention pulling her from her reverie. Sona notes his slouched posture, dragging his steps as if he carries an unseen weight on his shoulders and could hardly hold on any longer. She turns her heel just slightly, brows knitting as she angles her head for further observation. A thought comes to mind of the possibility of him being ill. Without much further pondering, she rushes some distance closer with the etwahl floating ahead, aware of its master’s intentions to catch him should he collapse.
ENCORE, ENCORE; FIRE BURNS BRIGHTER AND DEATH SEEKS MORE ! a mere reflection will never know the facets of the real thing. amaurot burns, the star lies scattered and not yet true, and emet - selch — emet - selch slumbers, years on a throne of steel and blood making him more like a sinner, believe it or not.
the void is both a blanket and an ocean; safe, warm, but tumultous, and the embrace of zodiark is all, and more, at once. the sting of defeat will be borne away and the violet nothing will heal what pride yet remains. this is where lahabrea waits, until soothe turns to edge and edge turns to ire.
his soul is a dark thing, flecked with patches of bright red and molten gold, and though it is but a misty thing it swarms around that of emet - selch’s. he prods, lingers and sways, and then pushes the other’s very aether with grim determination.
“ a new champion of hydaelyn has awoken. ” in the abyss his voice echoes, everywhere and then nowhere, cutting off and then cutting in, like static in a link - pearl which has been dunked in water one too many times. “ ‘tis was only a matter of time. ”
the matter of his soul warps; it feels silly, foolish, almost, to speak to the architect when he’s hardly even responsive; lahabrea has ever been one who wanted to be listened to and no builder of realms will stop that. he prods at the other’s aether again, small jabs that would make any soul ache.
“ the time to wake has come, emet - selch, ” another jab, “ your duty has not yet come to an end. ”
@stygiae / starter call.
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“Your...one of the ascians, aren’t you.” fear doesn’t begin to cover what he feels right now. But what he feels is something else as well, as a person gifted with the echo, it falls on him to resist whatever the other has to say.
