𝓯altering upon acidic stare and equally acidic words, driving itself through him like the blades she wielded ruthlessly. 𝓪 laugh, seemingly unaffected by venomous words, simply a farce.
glacial apathy would render freedom to stay his hand ﹔ though her ire towards war has become a pitiful remnant of what it once was, her ✱ resentment towards freedom remains.
then, shall i simplify it for your regret that veils the damning truth you wish to 𝓲gnore? war cannot be won alone, 𝓹yro archon. through sacrifice shall you emerge triumphant, but the mantle you +
quiet simper falls from lips, a playful wind brushing against war's scarred cheek. a grin follows neck, 𝓵ithe fingers strumming a lone tune.
"𝓪h, my apologies, my friend!"
The gaze of a thousand stars bore into his form, a brow rising lazily from where they'd perched not far from them.
"Took you long enough; I was wonderin' where the hell you went off to, Barbatos."
𝔀ar ravages the land of warriors, yet their deity wishes to free them from their birthright ... though a 𝓱eart of gold you possess, the wisdom one must have seems to have dissipated in face of grief.
a scenery that could spark the creativity that lies within our forms.” the cecilia in his hair dances alongside 𝘇ephyr.
“natlan has a story i wish to sing about.”
another strum, wind blowing gently against the curve of dollish countenance. they match it with a well—timed hum, gaze iridescent.
“wandering around, as all bards do, in search of ﹠
Murata huffs out a laugh, stepping forward as they match their grin.
“Nothing much! Simply wondering what the so-called humble bard is doing around Natlan?”
a blink, before a grin slips on their face. another strum, it’s smile wide.
“and war comes for the gentle breeze; how may this humble bard assist the mighty pyro archon .ᐣ”