“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

                                                                                                             “Please be more careful!”

                          “I should be the one to do it.”

                                                                                            “I’ve got your back.”

                                                               “I’m only one person,                                         and I won’t stop you from doing what you want.                                                   You’re too important for me to lose. 

                                Please, just don’t leave me behind.”

                         “I’ll protect you. That’s my job.”

          I am not my muse, but that does not mean                                                                they can’t be personally inspired.

                                            Alleleryn Fene

                                       Family ۰ Worry ۰ Responsibility ۰ Care ۰ Reason

                                       Muse AUs || Accepting

@lauranis​

          Hate. Hate and anger and hate and destruction and hate and how dare they how dare they how dare they HOW DARE THEY--

          But He is free now. He is free and He has power. The foolish worm should have known, knew what he was getting himself into when he tapped into His aether. Pitiful creature, such a deliciously easy mind to seize, to crush, to d e s t r o y. He was so easy to overwhelm, a coward who fled at the mere presence of His might. And now He is free to do as He wishes.

          Filthy, tainted realm. Crawling with vilekin, with worthless disgusting mortals who thought they could contain Him H O W  D A R E T H E Y the cries of His people, undying, not allowed to die, locked away for eternity, treated less than people - objects, playthings, curse those Allagans C U R S E T H E M T O T H E D E E P E S T H E L L S ! ! ! ! !

          He breathed in, sneered at the lack of scents. Such a flimsy vessel, but the magicks within would suffice. It was a medium now, to channel His power, His wishes, His revenge. Hate and anger and hate and destruction and H A T E

          A feral bellow erupted from His throat, hot and raw, and with a flick of His wrist magick coalesced and combusted, shattering a nearby crystal formation in a burst of aether and humming rock. Power. His lips cracked into a wide, demented smile, laden with bloodlust and madness. As He strode off, ignoring the gore that stained His robes, He left behind the smoking shell of a fortress, magitek painted crimson and black with soot and blood.

          Deep in the recesses of a primal-addled mind, a pinprick psyche flickered. Was it over? Yes, it was. How long had it been? Five years? Ten? Twenty? He couldn’t even begin to guess. The moons blurred together, always the same: screams of the dead and dying, the Dreadwyrm’s spite and eons of fury condensed into rampaging magicks, pockets of civilization ground into rubble and wiped off the face of the map.

          How many had he killed? How many had tried to stop him? How many had looked upon the once painfully timid and cowardly Raen, looked upon a countenance twisted manic by the thrill of power and freedom, and hated him? Pitied him? Feared him? How many more were left out there who could stand up to Bahamut’s insatiable hunger for retribution?

          Faces flickered before him. Batugan and Altan’unegen. Xehahort. The Scions. Thubyrgeim. K'lyhia. K'rhid. E-Sumi-Yan. Alka Zolka. Y’mhitra.

          Sekka.

          no.

          He pushed their faces away, unable to look at them. i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve any of you. i never did, and i certainly don’t now.

          He was tired. Tired of the destruction. Tired of watching Bahamut go insane. Tired of the blood and the death and everything. please. i don’t care who it is. i don’t care what happens.

                                    just please, end me and end this suffering.

                       i was right all along.

He hadn’t expected the aggression, normally quiet one of the two having apparently taken offense at his actions and decided to finally act on his irritation. The thought that he would actually go as far as touching the one that made him so violently ill was something impressive in and of itself. There was a sly smirk on the catte’s face at this sudden change from the man, that was until the words actually made it out of his mouth.

A command, and because of the brand on him one that he could not refuse. But opening a gate this close to the boy, especially while he was touching him, was likely going to only make it hurt worse. So clawed hands would push against the boy, knocking him a good distance away before he bowed, hand going to tightly grip his shoulder as he straightened. Dia’s words were hissed as he stepped back through the voidgate that opened at his back slitted eyes narrowing at the other.

“Mind fillin’ in the details ‘fore we run off to that hellsscape in the sky?”

At first, Demi expects disappointment and scolding–maybe even for Thancred to raise his voice a little–but instead he tells her he understands, and that it happened to him too.  She blinks at him in surprise, but does as he says and scoots closer.

“They started it,” she tells him.  “Three boys.  They said we weren’t s’posed to be there, an’ they made fun of how we talk, so I hit ‘em.  One of ‘em hit back, an’ we got into a fight, an’ the other two went an’ got the professor, an’ she didn’t even believe me!  She just said ‘M a–a de-lin-quent, an’ ‘M s’posed to get a note sayin’ y’punished me with somethin’ or ‘M not allowed back for a week.”

“Ah, I see how it is,” Thancred says and shakes his head sadly. “So things haven’t changed much since my own first years here.” He reaches a hand out and ruffles her hair, then wraps an arm about her shoulders. “While I cannot say striking first was wise, I do know that ‘tis what you’re used to, and it seemly means there are a few lessons we may need to work on together.”

He thinks over his own words for a moment, and then nods. “As for a punishment, I’ll play along for the sake of abiding by the system, but all I ask is that, after we’ve talked for a while, you come up with a list of other things you could have done - even if they’re silly and you don’t think they would ever have worked. Alright?”