#venofire

     Tʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄʜᴏʀ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ ᴠɪɴᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴsᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛs ᴜsᴇʀ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪɴᴄᴀɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ, sʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏɴᴇ. Wɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʀᴍ sʜᴇ ɢʀᴀsᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴀʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ғᴏʀᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ. Bᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ʟɪᴘ ɪs sᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇɴsᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ.      Sʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ sᴋʏʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ. Sʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀsᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴅʀᴀsᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴍs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀᴇ, sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴏʀʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sǫᴜᴀᴅᴍᴀᴛᴇs. Hᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ɪs ᴛᴏ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Iɴǫᴜɪsɪᴛɪᴏɴ. Iᴛ’s sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ɪᴛs sɪᴍᴘʟᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴇᴅɪᴏᴜs. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴛʀᴏɴɢʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀs ᴍᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴀs sᴋʏʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴜsᴛ ғɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴀᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇғᴇɴsᴇs. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴀғғᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ᴀs ᴛʜɪs, sᴏ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ.     Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀɴ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴛᴏʀʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ? Fᴏᴏᴛ sᴛᴇᴘs. Hᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ ғʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. “Aʜ, Tʏᴀ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ.” ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʏᴀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs, ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠᴀʀʀɪᴄ, ᴛʏᴀ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴋɪʀᴋᴡᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ.

At least.

“Thank you.” Accepting the flower, she mirrored Tya’s movements and tucked the short stem behind her ear, using a tiny crystal of ice to secure it into her hair. “Your garden is lovely. Do you take care of the flowers yourself?”

♔ Eraqus smiled and walked over to help Tya with the books. He'd been spending a fair amount of his time in libraries across worlds lately, trying to find any information he could about time travel magic and of course delving into the worlds history a little. He'd come to this one as of late and had been spending a fair amount of time here. "If you need help with anything else, I'd be happy to help."

“applebees” oh i think that’d be illegal :(

[[ Ah wait shit no. I didn’t mean to-- ]]

“I promise, you’ll love this place.” Prompto was focused on the road as his phone called out that their destination was up ahead. He had told Tya he had a surprise for her for a date and hopped into the truck, refusing to say much more about where he had planned while they drove. He pulled off into the parking lot before parking the car. Prompto had been excited on the drive there but now he was absolutely giddy as they sat infront of a large aging marble building, it resembled an old fashioned library. The signed out front seemed to confirm this “The Last Bookstore. Used Bookstore.”

Upon rounding a corner, he noticed someone about to get attacked from behind. “Look out!” Terra said as he slashed the heartless. Quickly defeating it.