#vieradancer

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ?

K.oana

M’firhi remembers at least two assassinations he’d had to perform on targets in vulnerable spots like this, but pushes those memories away and snorts softly.

“They hardly need the validation,” he mutters. “This is just petty.”

It can be a strategic move, but this was an elderly man. Whoever had killed him hardly needed to go to such lengths. This was purely an act of cruelty, a last humiliation to the poor sod.

“How many bodies is this, now?” he asks, turning away from the outhouse. There’s still one or two houses to comb through, yet. They’d come to this village looking for potential recruits to the resistance, but instead found a massacre. And a recent one, the bodies are still fresh.

"Y'know, I never realized how not bein' able to dance would hurt so much." Her leg would heal with time, of course, but being stuck like this weighed on her spirit. The dancer sighed, fiddling with the end of the bandage.

She should have known what answering a call for adventurers from the Scions could result in. Death, she thought, may have been preferable; the thought of not being able to spin and prance like a fool was actually really depressing. Ah, but she was being silly, surely. It wasn't permanent, it wasn't the end of the world... it just made her heart hurt in a way she hadn't expected.

"I'll be back up on my feet in no time, though," she murmured, not sounding as optimistic as she'd hoped. // nonwol verse mei owod

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 // @vierandancer  

There is no greater nightmare for the living than being rendered incapable to do that which they love most. He had seen it, the encounter, and felt bitter that he arrived too late. If only he had come to her side a moment earlier, she would have been spared the brutal attack. Now here she sat, immobile and immeasurable regret visible in her face and it is no exaggeration at all that it’s a fault of his. He was responsible for her, this he knew.

"Ye can barely keep yer eyes open, Alisaie. Go lie down." She nudged the teen before she could protest. "And afore ye argue: Yer aether needs ye strong. Ye've done plenty already helpin' th'tempered. Rest for when we need ye again."

Refer to exhaustion … sentence starters

There was just far too much to deal with. The expedition to Garlemald proved to be an ordeal that she admittedly hadn't quite anticipated, and with the Tower of Babil suddenly emitting aether and tempering the unfortunate Garleans that didn't have a Warding Scale on them, there was just more and more piling up on the already exhausted child.

The cold certainly didn't help.

Alisaie remained behind as the Warrior of Light traveled to the Tower of Babil and immediately got to summoning Angelo to cure the tempered Garleans. Despite their prejudices towards them, and the initial hostile reception, she had started to grow warm towards Jullus, and seeing him in such a tragic state bore a heavy weight in her heart.

When Meiko had returned, she was still kneeling on the ground, the porxie absorbing aether by the second, but there was clear exhaustion in her face.

@vierandancer asked: "Have you always wanted to'run your own bar, Ruby?"

"Not 'xactly." Ruby hummed, recalling the chaos that was that run of 'I Want to be Your Canary' and the aftermath that followed. "I kinda fell into it out of necessity. I only ever thought about wantin' ta perform, but a girl's got ta eat."

She leaned forward on the table, taking a large gulp of her drink. The story always made her want to vent when she thought too long on it.

"Y'see I was helpin' my friends out with their show," a show that was secretly a kidnapping but she didn't need those details, "and due ta some extenuatin' circumstances the guys left me in Alexandria!" She groaned thinking back on that. She'd never been so frustrated, and a little scared. "I was so mad that they forgot me. Had them workin' a few shifts ta make it up ta me."

@vierandancer​ said:  recommends dancer bun

[ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! | accepting ]

@dystcpiia​ & @vierandancer​ said:  recommends ardbert 😏 &  recommend ardbert

[ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! | accepting ]

“Uh... Um... Well... I mean....” So what if there was no one that could relate to him more than ardbert? so what if he had been a sort of calm within the storm for him? it didn’t mean anything.