Aymeric/WoL | words: 4102 | rating: pg13
Here was a strange precipice upon which she surrendered her lead, shifting power to him so that he could navigate for them both. As brave as she had become, Aymeric was still the one with the most experience in traversing and surviving a ballroom.
“Might I have this dance, my lady?”
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To think that I am leveling black mage, a job that I am terrible at, like a madwoman just because I spoiled myself the caster role quests and I NEED TO FIND OUT WHAT IS GOING ON—
⚜ ⋙ the twelve ⁏ halone ( 1 / 12 ) In the center of this heaven rises a lofty palace of ice, made of frozen moonbeams and carved with the Fury’s own spear. Here reside epic heroes and gallant knights, the benevolent and the faithful. From Halone’s gelid palace do piercing icicles plummet to the Pit, creating the Hell of Ice. Here suffer cowards, deserters, and adulters.
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Emet-Selch was never afraid of the dark.
Not until it swallows everything dear and holy.
Gone is the brightness of souls around him, the glittering and illumination, the sheer beauty of them. Now, there are only sparks, barely visible within their hulls.
Don’t, she had whispered, pleaded, argued. Don’t.
But there had been no other way, there had been.
No other way.
A soul split into thirteen parts, breaking apart even as he tried to catch her, dissipating into lightless sparks. Emet-Selch wonders briefly which spark has gotten what.
One, her smile, bright and overwhelming. Another, her sense of adventure, and with it, her curiosity and restlessness. Another, her wickedness, that spark and cruel curl of lips he so adored. Another, her anger, hot and brazen. Another, her kindness and soft touches. Another, her sighs, the ones she had reserved for the depth of night as they lost themselves in each other. Another, her beauty. Another, her wits, sharp and cutting. Another, her humor, both secret and open. Another, her silence, found in the moments between two breaths. Another, her sense of wonder, that widening of eyes and smile. Another, her sensuality. Another, her love for him.
He asks himself how he can feel so whole when his heart has been shattered across thirteen worlds.
And Emet-Selch screams.
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“𝒫𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽, 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.”
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