"Again."
Elish grunted, lifting the shield and thrusting it forward. He knew better than to complain, arms tired and heavy.
"Again."
He was tired. He wanted to go home. He wanted to cry.
"Again."
He gritted his teeth. He was past the point of exhaustion, past the point of surrender.
"Again."
I miss videogames
yan patch
merch wip :o
Elish tapped the vellum sheets. "What are these?"
His mentor looked over idly. "Notes on the Lambs of Dalamud. You can ignore those. They're the wrong sort of cultists."
Shuffling the pages, he frowned. "What are the wrong sort of cultists?"
"The kind that don't turn into dragons, obviously."
Loneliness, he was told, was a choice.
Then, smiling, he would agree. He was happy to choose loneliness. No one close enough to stick a knife between your ribs. No one close enough to poison your tea, no one able to know where you buried your heart.
No, the problem was that love wasn't.
If the clone has perfect knowledge of everything Elish has ever done, they are both alive for exactly the amount of time it takes to kill each other.
The house of cards that is their life now can not sustain two people knowing his deepest weaknesses.
Insert joke about hand holding being lewd here
peony (xaela au ra) and elish (midlander hyur) in a field of flowers that overlook a lake, wearing springy clothing as he directs her in a twirl
UnCharibertable
It was uncharitable.
Anyone would be happy to be done with field work, freezing as the Coerthas Hinterlands were. No monsters, just a roaring fireplace to thaw out and a stack of paperwork to fill out.
But in so many ways, it wasn't enough. Virtue couldn't compare to sin in the eyes of a sinner.
playing and having fun
"Kindly join us at the Doe & Stag for libations and entertainment. Quiet lovers' evening - renovations are now complete on the private inn rooms, for your pleasure. Tuesday, April 21, 8 pm - 12 am est. rafflesia, dynamis, empyreum, ward 8 plot 26.
doe & stag opens its doors again on tuesday, april 21st to celebrate the completion of renovations on its inn rooms, for use by patrons. inquire with the bartender for a key, should you desire to bring up company.
"Discussing weaknesses aloud seems like an easy way for them to be exploited."
Please be aware of the website www.glammours.com - it appears it is copying eorzea collection by stealing people's glam submissions on EC as well as what appears to be entire identities/characters profiles (most likely) without the actual character holders awareness!!
I'd also like to point out this. Today I was shown a site www.glammours.com which has posts made by my friends. All under different nicknames. They haven't posted there at all. Posts are stolen. I haven't had time to look for mine, but I want to say that if you suddenly see it there, it's not me!
Once again, the veil parts & our doors open this evening from 9P to 1A ET.
April arrives with a new menu.
Follow the river down, and find comfort within its whelm.
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Elish didn't like Hatchingtide.
In a way, the dreamers felt... Fine. People motivated to do things for the sake of it.
But that was the root of the problem. Motivations he didn't understand, actions that seemed, in the microscopic, to have no purpose.
The attire, however, was very effective.
my xaela au ra, peony, sitting on a counter at the gold saucer dressed in a pin-up bunny suit
He was in the business of butchery.
That was the incredible thing about the Ishgardian Spirit, Elish reflected. A two ton mountain of muscle, scale and talon could come down on you and still you'd say "by the Fury" as if she wasn't a butcher herself.
Maybe not so literally, as he wiped the blood.
I don't know what your experience is with video editing or the like, but you can definitely find ways to supplement your income through that sort of contract work.
No matter what, wishing you the best. You are a good person who doesn't deserve to be subjected to the capitalist treadmill.
As he slowly got out of the bed, his mind pulsed. Churned, as though thoughts were being folded over and folded in.
He frowned, looking out the window for sunlight which was filtered through the sea of grey and white.
His safe, traditional, and aristocratic job was waiting for him.
Elish sat up in bed.
"Traditions are worthless. Nobility and social constructs are all lies. Monogamy is the only meaningful way to have relationships, and people are intrinsically good. I've lived my life a lie-no one needs to be vigilant. We can all relax and just enjoy ourselves."
The other Inquisitor came up behind him as he was sanitizing the blades.
"I don't understand why you bother." She said. "It's not like they're going to have to worry about infections after the fact."
Elish looked at her, feigning an expression of surprise. "You've never let one go?"
She laughed.
sex
eh
Vertigo.
That one look, that all consuming smile. The slight bend of the finger complimented by the valley of her thighs.
Like losing oneself in a storm, in the ocean waves. Diving down certain that you know which way up lies.
It lies.
You're still under and you've never been happier.
It had been nice.
Effortless dalliances and banal pleasantries. A "how do you do" before you did what you both wanted to do.
A different fainting couch, a different pair of legs.
And yet, how long had it been?
Since it was a different pair of legs.
Why did you stop spelling the rest of "carriage"?
call her bubonic the way she plagues me
