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[afflatuses]

help




some random memes options/ideas (but hit me w/ whatever you want!):

✧ random scenario meme!
✧ amnesia
✧ hidden relationship
✧ nursed back to health
✧ memory share
✧ AUs!!
✧ TFLN (link pearl from last night??)
✧ anything really!!

(most of these seem shippy- that's just what's on bs at the time of writing this- but i love platonic, antagonistic, etc. relationships and threads too!!)

Comments

comes for your feels >.>

[tostandbeside]

[ Everything is quiet. The stillness goes beyond a mere hush, it's almost an emptiness. A nothing. One could say it's a sort of waiting. An anticipation. A longing.

One could also be a lonely fool, long caught in a dreamless slumber, slumped back on a throne not his own.

He's as still as a statue himself. Motionless as the tower that he guards. Or that guards him? It's hard to remember anymore.

But in the distance, there's a long groaning creak. A tingle of magic as wards are accessed, breached. A stir of air as massive doors swing inwards.

And from the slumped figure atop the throne, a single red ear twitches faintly in reaction. ]

immediately just falls over and dies, thanks

[afflatuses]

[ the doors have opened.

it seems so long ago that they had closed upon the tower and it's lone occupant, leaving ihxi'wo standing outside with the rest of noah in stunned silence. it's odd to think he hasn't been in here in so long, when he's spent so much time in the tower in the first in recent memory.

so much time with the exarch, even though the g'raha tia from his time is still asleep on the throne when he reaches him.

it's strange to see him again with no crystallization, no whitened hair; it makes him look younger- which, of course, he is.

for a moment, ihxi'wo pauses, fear getting the better of him. there were so many ways this could go wrong- they'd all discussed the risks, the possibilities... but, then he remembers:

"if i told you we would meet again... would you believe me?"

he had nodded, then. he believed- he still did. hesitation over, he takes out the spirit vessel that he'd been carrying around norvrandt with him on a farewell tour, before kneeling down and placing it carefully on the throne. and despite his belief, he can't help but let out, in a whisper: ]

Please work...

you're welcome! :D

[tostandbeside]

[ For a long moment, nothing happens. All is still, as if the very Tower itself was holding its breath.

And then the vessel begins to glow, aether slipping from its depths to swirl in the air like a sparking mist, caught on a playful breeze. For a moment, it almost seems to dance about Ihxi'wo's head before it darts towards the still figure on the throne, seeping into him and vanishing.

All falls quiet again. Still. Waiting. Spent, the vessel dims, going dark and lifeless now that it had been emptied of its precious cargo.

A heartbeat passes. Another. A third.

Finally, there is the faintest twitch of one red ear and dark lashes flutter against pale cheeks. ]

[afflatuses]

[ the tower wasn't the only on that seemed to be holding its breath; ihxi'wo himself seems to only remember to breathe as the glow overtakes the vessel and the aether escapes, rising up like his own hopes. he can't help but smile at it, especially as it enters its new home-

but then he finds himself holding his breath once more, waiting for the result of that action.

when his ear twitches and eyes open, ihxi'wo lets out a small gasp and raises a hand almost without thinking, pausing to let it hover just over g'raha.

did it work? had his past and future self fused, as they'd hoped? or had they, as g'raha had put it, "curdled?" did he remember himself, or anything? did he remember ihxi'wo? all these things he wants to ask and more, but when he opens his mouth the only thing that comes out, instead, is: ]

Good morning, G'raha Tia.

[tostandbeside]

[ There's a strange dissonance when red eyes flick open and for a moment, it's as if he's seeing double. No, that's not right. It's as if double were seeing? It's disorienting, and strange, and he drags in a ragged breath, fingers momentarily gripping the arm of the throne he'd been slumped against.

But then everything settles into place. It feels... right. Strange and still a little disorienting, but... He knows where he is. He knows who he is.

And what's more, he of course knows exactly who crouches before him.

Those words of greeting draw his eyes to Ihxi'wo's lips for a moment before his own slowly curl into a sheepish smile. ]

...Did I oversleep?

[afflatuses]

[ the way he’s breathing and grabbing at the throne makes ihxi’wo’s heart clench immediately. had something gone wrong after all? was this not going to work, as he’d worried? he hardly has a chance to try and think of what to do, how to fix this- before the other speaks.

the smile greeting him is enough to make relief flood his entire being.

the words, then, add an almost delirious happiness to the mix.

before he knows it ihxi’wo’s laughing weakly, all practical thoughts of “give him some space!” completely gone from his mind as he leans foreward to press his forehead against g’raha’s, eyes scrunching closed against pinpricks of tears and smile growing on his face. ]

Maybe a little. [ he finally manages to say. ] But I think I can forgive you, just this once.

[tostandbeside]

[ That shift in Ihxi'wo's expression has his own smile widening, beaming at his friend even as his own eyes sting and burn with emotion. When he leans in to press his forehead against G'raha's own, his hand comes up, resting against Ihxi'wo's cheek. Warm flesh instead of hardened crystal. That feels strange in itself, after so long. But a good kind of strange.

When he speaks again, his voice is raw and thick with choked back emotions, content to remain there, heads pressed together, for as long as he can. This one perfect moment. An impossible moment. A miracle. ]

I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.

[afflatuses]

[ the warm hand on his face sends another jolt of realization through him, and he's not sure if the sound that escapes him in response is more of a laugh or a cry. his own hands rise up- one to the back of g'raha's head, and the other over his hand on his face, holding on as tightly as he wants to hold onto this feeling and moment. he waits for the other to speak and break the amazed silence before he does so himself, his happiness tinged with a hint of apology. ]

I think... I still have you beat, on that count.

[ because as much as ihxi'wo had been waiting, perhaps without even fully knowing it, for g'raha over the years... it didn't compare to all the time g'raha had spent waiting for him: over a hundred years. it's hard to get words out, still, but he continues on anyway. ]

Do you remember... what you asked of me? Back in the First, I mean.

[tostandbeside]

[ He can't help but laugh along with Ihxi'wo, relief and disbelief and just... pure joy welling up so heatedly within him that it leaves him breathless.

He can't believe this is real. That his wild plan worked. That he is here. ]

Ihxi'wo, I seem to recall asking a great deal of you...

[afflatuses]

[ another laugh, as the joy spreads back and forth between them, growing each time. ]

Well, I'm not talking about the time you asked me to invade a lonely Nu Mou's home with you. [ although, actually- in a manner of speaking, he is. ihxi'wo finally (albeit reluctantly) leans his head back a small amount so he can open his eyes and better take in the sight before him- the sight which only makes his heart leap higher the longer he sees it. ]

You asked me... to take you on a journey. Together. [ the adventure itself, while important, was not the main point here however. ] "Together" means no more waiting for each other... Alright?

[tostandbeside]

[ There's a faint redness sliding over his cheeks as Ihxi'wo pulls back, holds his gaze. He meets it, searching over the other male's face, as if seeking the truth that everything is just as it should be. That he is truly awake and not dreaming.

But those words have his gaze dropping again, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. Shy, nervous... it's so hard to believe this could be true. his old dream, at long last. ]

You remembered.