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# THEIRLEGACIES & # HERBINDINGS : LOVE ME ETERNALLY.

𝕮aelia poured the wine into their glasses and Leona was quick to take a sip from hers. That was the exact moment when the Ra’horak warrior knew that her Commander had had a long, and difficult day.    ❝    Beau is right. You can rest up now, love. The day’s work is done.    ❞    Leona nodded, and let out a sigh she hadn’t noticed she was holding in. When Beau returned, she looked at her and propped her chin up on her hand. She looked tired, but like she was fighting it. Caelia looked towards Beau as well, with a bit of a concerned expression.

❝    Are these playing cards?    ❞    Leona asked before anyone else could say anything, however. She picked one up from the top of the stack and examined it. It certainly didn’t look like any card she had ever seen before, but it was beautiful. The gold ink shined in the warm light inside the kitchen.    ❝    Ah…    ❞    Putting the card back where it’d been, Leona looked sheepish, but interested. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to know about this strange deck. Caelia smiled at her, finding it quite adorable though she didn’t voice such thoughts.

❝    Was Ishgard where you were from? I vaguely remember you talking about it.    ❞    Asked Leona, with a furrow between her brows. It’s not that she hadn’t been listening, more that Beau had a habit of speaking a lot, and it’d been a lot to take in at times. But as always, the Solari Commander was eager to know about the world her lover had come from. And Caelia was equally interested in learning about it. The two Targonians eyed their lover with no small amount of curiosity.

❝    What’s an Astrologian?    ❞    Caelia chimed in. She took a sip from her drink and assumed a similar position as Leona, with her hands folded under her chin. It was nice, when they had moments together, all three of them. Preferably they would spend their time together that way, only they were all rather duty bound, and that wasn’t likely to ever change. Still, being busy just meant that one learned to appreciate moments like these when one had them.

        they  took  note  of  Caelia’s  concerned  expression;  a  quiet  affirmation  to  the  other  that  something  may  have  been  playing  on  their  partners  mind.  luckily  for  them,  then,  that  Leona  had  taken  such  an  interest  in  the  deck.  Beau  was  quick  to  take  advantage  of  the  curiosity  she’d  shown.  ❝  oh  --  no,  no.  they  are...  arcana?  I  suppose  you  could  technically  play  a  card  game  with  the  arcana,  but  that  isn’t  their  purpose.  people  would  look  to  the  stars  for  their  answers;  questions  regarding  their  fate  --  and  you  can  utilise  these  cards  to  attempt  to  find  such  answers.  it’s  quite  interesting!  we  could  try  it,  if  you’d  li--?  ❞

        it  appeared  that  her  speaking  about  customs  from  her  own  world  had  caused  the  two  of  them  to  team  up.  not  that  Beau  cared  at  all;  glad  was  she  to  answer  their  questions  when  they  had  them,  though  she  feared  that  the  remnants  of  their  day  would  be  spent  answering  questions  about  a  world  far  away,  and  not  upon  the  moment  they  had  together  right  here.  that  hardly  stopped  her  from  answering,  however.   ❝  ah--  Ishgard  was  a  placed  I’d  lived  for  a  while  --  but  it’s  not  where  i’m  from,  no.  it’s  important  to  me  all  the  same,  though.  as  for  what  an  Astrologian  is?  they  are...  star-mages,  I  suppose  is  the  easiest  way  to  put  it.  fate-weavers;  they  utilise  astromancy  --  a  school  of  magic  that  not  only  utilises  the  stars,  but  charts  their  courses.  I  would  be  glad  to  show  you  sometime,  though...  I  would  much  prefer  to  keep  my  head  out  of  the  clouds  while  I’m  with  the  company  of  you  both.  ❞

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𝖂histling a tune, Leona walked down the hallways within the mountain that would lead to her place. She knew her lovers would be there when she arrived, putting a bit of a bounce in her step. Her arms were filled with goods from the market  —  ingredients for dinner, pastries for the following day. Knocking on the door, she pushed it open with her foot and entered. When she saw Beau and Caelia sitting by the kitchen island, her features soon erupted into a large smile.    ❝    Good evening, can someone help with these?    ❞    She asked, nearly dropping a loaf of bread on the floor.

Caelia rose from her seat and barely caught it in her hand before it had a chance to fall. She then gave Leona a chaste kiss on the cheek as she grabbed one of the bags, which was put away on the kitchen counter.    ❝    You should have told us to go shopping, Leo. We’ve been at home all day.    ❞    The Ra’horak warrior said, looking at Beau. Leona hummed. She’d had so much on her mind, she’d completely forgotten she’d given Caelia the day off. Shaking her head, she looked at the two and smiled.

❝    Right, I should have done that.    ❞

She didn’t dwell on it, though, in fact she seemed happy to take her mind off things for a bit. She sat down by the kitchen island and folded her hands over the counter.    ❝    So, what have you been up to today? Hopefully nothing too exciting without me?    ❞    Caelia went into the kitchen and fixed them three wine glasses and a bottle from Leona’s stash. Then she returned to her seat, spreading the glasses out between the three of them. She winked at Beau, before saying,    ❝    No, we would never.    ❞

        Beau  knew  almost  immediately  that  Caelia  would  be  the  first  to  jump  to  the  other’s  side,  and  she  would  gladly  allow  them  to  do  so.  she  could  only  smile  at  watching  the  scene  unfold;  Leona  was  not  exactly  struggling,  though  perhaps  she  was  carrying  just  a  little  bit  too  much  for  her  own  comfort  --  and  where  Caelia  diligently  caught  the  loaf  of  bread  falling  to  the  floor  (  followed  soon  after  with  her  taking  a  bag  from  the  other,  )  Beau  would  focus  first  on  lightening  the  other’s  workload,  ensuring  an  even  distribution  between  the  three.

        ❝  it  appears  to  have  slipped  your  mind  again,  hmm?  ❞  Beau  asked  innocently,  though  she’d  not  deny  the  curiosity  attached.  perhaps  it  was  their  kinship  that  allowed  Beau  to  feel  the  weight  the  warrior  carried;  so  familiar  was  the  feeling,  and  yet  it  was  a  journey  only  they  could  make.  Caelia,  Beau  surmised,  could  likely  feel  it  too  --  but  what  were  they  to  do  besides  support  their  partner?  there  was  a  hint  of  concern;  a  touch  of  melancholy,  though  quickly  masked  as  she,  too,  would  place  a  tender  kiss  to  her  lover’s  cheek.  ❝  no  bother  --  you’re  here  now,  and  we’ve  distributed  just  fine  between  us,  mm?  ❞

        Beau  was  glad  to  take  on  the  role  of  sorting  away  the  groceries  Leona  had  collected,  all  the  while  they  listened  in  to  the  conversation  between  the  two.  she  hummed  quietly  to  herself,  offering  to  Caelia  a  quick  kiss  to  her  cheek  as  she  passed  through,  though  by  the  time  she  had  collected  what  she  had  been  looking  for  the  groceries  had  already  been  placed  --  the  important  ones,  anyway;  perishables  and  their  liking.  Beau  could  not  deny  the  flush  that  rose  to  her  cheeks  as  Caelia  winked  towards  her,  though  she  was  quick  to  regard  Leona  with  the  answer  to  her  query.

beau went to the beach, met a viera she’s been wanting to for a while, had some cakes in their cafe and left them with an investment. it was a good time ^_^

no, she doesn’t mind that her feet got wet.

the bread - alaric

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

the coffee - apollo, phyrra

whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. you aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. you’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? an unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone... I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.

the dog - babita, sivir

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

the home - beau

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

the lightning rod - faewynn

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

the orange - lena

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

tagged by: @warwaged (thank you!!)

( from akali )

unprompted asks // always accepting. @lacruor

        ❝ more interesting -- than this?! well -- maybe you have a point; it really does depend on the company i'm keeping as to whether I enjoy their drunken stupors. yours is most entertaining though, and I don't say that lightly! ❞ poor girl was going around in circles; the dice hadn't been in her favour at all that night, it seemed -- though given her latest attempt at besting him in shake, rattle and roll, perhaps her luck was turning around.

        ❝ oho! stop your thought there -- you got an eight! now, much as I would like to weigh in on the concept of fighting and becoming god, I am quite content being just Alaric; and you, Akali. that being said! should you best me... then by all means, I will go out and find for you a puppy suiting your calibre. no ifs, ands or buts! ❞ perhaps the tiefling should have asked before beginning his roll -- though he saw no reason to; he was asking nothing of her if he won, after all. at least, not yet. as fingers released the dice and allowed them to tumble into the box provided he could only look at her with a sympathetic look. a proud one, too -- but sympathetic all the same.

        ❝ shake, ❞ he removed the six, ❝ --rattle, ❞ then the five, ❝ --...and roll. ❞ the four he rolled was pushed aside, leaving two dice in play. ❝ hm, six. I suppose I shall take my chances with my last two rolls then! let's see -- a puppy for my dearest patron tonight, or...? ❞ he threw the dice into the tray again, peering down to see two sixes staring back at him.

        ❝ --pity. ❞ he spoke, after a longing pause. ❝ I was hoping for a puppy. ah well! a drink instead, Akali -- and a good one, too; sure to put a fire in your chest. ❞ he spoke of this drink with such reverence and yet, in the time he had spent with her he had at least learned something. she, like many others, simply wanted a place to belong for a time; a place to feel... comforted, perhaps; to forget ones troubles. he had certainly achieved that with the alcohol, but now? something a little more special was called for.

assassins' creed valhalla prompts // accepting. @truthblood

        ❝ strong words, coming from yourself. I'm... humbled that you would think so highly of me. ❞ could she be surprised, though? they had, after all, found one another at low points in their respective lives and had spent a great deal of that time together. of course, with others -- and with conflict; bickering; arguments. all the same, though: together.

        ❝ I think we'd have found each other even still -- perhaps you did lose your way, but we were headed to the same destination. we shared a common goal, but were walking different paths. at least, I think that's what he said. something like that, right? do you remember? ❞ Beau had taken them to heart when Midgardsormr has spoken them toward the other; it had been true, after all -- and she had believed it as much then as she did now, with hindsight in mind. before she could hear the other's answer, however, she had already shook her head, offering a small laugh.

        ❝ no matter -- my point being that... yours was just as important as mine. i'd have not known where to go next without your guidance. perhaps then it did not come from a good place, but I have never blamed you for it. please know that. such guilt is a burden that is difficult to bear and I cannot stop your feeling, but I can offer you support. support... and, I suppose, the fruit of our joint labours. tell me: how is it you feel now, seeing your distant dream form into a very near, very tangible reality? whenever we have made any progress, any at all, I think of you and yours. you were brave to have that dream, and I am glad I could have helped you see it through. ❞

assassins' creed valhalla prompts // accepting. @constellatory

❝ a warrior of me? do you really think so? ❞ a moot point; she was, after all, speaking to a bronze. there was an irony to be noted, however -- what with the fact that the half elf had barely reached adulthood and was currently sitting in the other's presence in armour that was far, far too big for her; a legacy to a man whom she both loved and, admittedly, had not really known.

could warriors be soft? the world was not particularly gentle; even the wyrmlings had a bite to them that she had to prepare herself for -- and there was much worse beyond the caverns. the ghouls that she had barely escaped from to get here, for example. yet there was worse still, and she had barely survived that altercation.

she pondered the concept all the same, however. she'd like to be soft, still. there were too many people who had been hardened by their battles. they'd forgotten how to live, she thought -- though it wasn't to say she had any idea how to, more that she had been considerably more at peace before war had come to her. not a war between factions, though, but a grander one; a more frightening one. she understood, in part, what the other was saying: she would have to be forged; she wished to be there.

❝ i'd rather like to keep my softness. ❞ she spoke her thoughts to the other, offering a smile. ❝ would you consider it an impossibility? can one be both soft and a warrior; a hero... and happy? I've yet to meet a soldier who is glad to be where he is, doing what he is doing. I don't ask to be happy to hurt others... but to have confidence that I am doing what is right; to hope for a better tomorrow. might I be forged this way? ❞