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ooc.    realizing ryder would pull a jack ass and emotion shift with gods and other dangerous beasts is still killing me. 

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

i’ve made emotional ones before but also, angst?? bon appetit!

“ i can’t do this alone… “

“ i can’t do this without you. “

“ nothing is worth losing you. “

“ i can’t lose you! not again! “

“ i don’t wanna lose you! “

“ i love you… “

“ i never should’ve dragged you into this. “

“ you’re not alone, [NAME]… you never were. “

“ if something happened to you… that would be because of me. and i can’t have that. “

“ …did you know about this? “ “ this is all my fault… “

“ i/we/you lost… “

“ you won’t win. “ “ this path you’re on… it’s gonna get you killed. you know that, though; don’t you? “

“ i can’t stop. “

“ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “

“ it’s like you’re not really here; even when you are. “

“ don’t you get it?! if anything happens to you, i… i don’t know what i’d do! “

“ you have no idea how important you are to me, and i’m tired of waiting for you to figure it out, and i sure as hell won’t wait to announce it over your reckless ass’ grave! “

“ no! i’m not leaving without you! “

“ i can’t do this anymore… “

“ you don’t even know me. “

“ what have you done?! “

“ you’re shaking… “

“ i’ve… made some mistakes. “

“ you are nothing to me. “

“ you were never nothing to me… “

“ stop it. enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! stop acting like you have nobody who loves you! you have me! so no! you don’t get to be a martyr. not today! we can figure out a different plan… “

“ i would’ve done anything for you… “

“ i’d risk everything and anything for you. “

“ i’m not a good person. “

“ please don’t look at me like that… “

“ i believed in you! “

“ we can’t lose… “

“ what?! what am i supposed to do?! please! tell me, what the hell am i supposed to do?! “

“ please, just go… i’m not the kind of person anyone needs to be around right now. “

“ what happened to you? huh? what happened to you to make you this way? “

“ they’re coming for you. right? that’s why you’re pushing me away like an idiot? because you don’t want me getting hurt? “

“ nothing’s going to be as good as it was before. “

“ you lied to me! “

“ i didn’t mean for any of this to happen! “

“ i can’t trust you anymore… “

“ i know it’s selfish. god knows, ever since we met, i’ve been the reason behind every threat and danger that’s come your way. but… i honestly can’t say that i’d change a second of it. “

“ it’s been an honour knowing you. “

“ there’s nobody else i can turn to. only you. “

“ i don’t trust anybody else. not the way i trust you. “

“ we have no choice… “

“ why?! why are you helping me?! “

“ it’s too late. there’s nothing more we can do… “

“ please don’t go… don’t leave me. “

“ you are everything to me. okay? EVERYTHING. i can’t lose you… “

“ you deserve better than this… better than me… “

“ i thought i could give you a better life. instead, i’m the reason it’s gotten worse… i’m so sorry. “

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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continue   ?    @nostomannia​

“ perhaps ... that was rude of m’ to point out but. “  he scratched at the top of his head for a moment. “ the iron in the air is ... there ‘lright. ‘nd I mean - it uh. “ he shooks his head. perhaps it was better to skip over some facts. instead, he’d pull his hands to his sides once more, a soft golden glow at the finger tips.  

Arthur was already enough of an issue with not noticing wounds. ‘sides. the book nook really didn’t need blood on its carpet for the fifth time this week. 

“ you um... ‘ren’t afraid of moss, are you? “ his true accent was slipping out just barely, his hands going closer over the wrappings. they were decent but ... definitely seemed like the other rushed things. “ ah ... probably weird question... let’s just say my healing magic is uh... well a bit out of the ordinary for the mythics ‘round here. “ 

yet, even as the moss had started to grow and sprout, controlled by his magic, there was a small chill then... numbness to the wound. healing magic wasn’t always so gentle after all but for a boy who looked way older than what he was ... he seemed to have a good grasp on it. even if there was moss now sprouting on the other’s arm. “ ah ... ‘fore you ask. you won’t turn into a plant. it’s just. it’s a more efficient way of healing. “ 

though it was strange. he was getting a headache being around this individual. let alone the hair on the back of his neck was on the rise... perhaps for now he’d at least stay warry. 

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ooc. it's busy at work but!!! slap the like and I'll throw the moss healer at your askbox.

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ooc doodle. .    heh villain character go BRRR 

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ooc. it's busy at work but!!! slap the like and I'll throw the moss healer at your askbox.

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why. 

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he’s surrounded by idiots. 

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drabble.    a destruction of confidence ( pt 1. )  CW for gore / body horror                           how the bluetongue lost his eye. 

it was just another walk through the streets and into the park. the pitter patter of the rain echoing on the stone and leaf litter that was brushed against the ground. not many of the city folk were out this evening. though, that was to be expected - the news had called for heavy rains and winds throughout the night. 

yet, here ryder was, talking a walk to clear his mind. to smoke one last cigarette before returning to a now empty home. a home where his father figure of so long was no longer there to give him that quirky smile and soft chatter on the late nights he returned home. no longer was the man who taught him everything there to say a simple good night. it was cruel to think about for too long, and as he continued to walk forward, he took another drag off his cigarette, the lavender filling his lungs and the air around him. 

the soft street lights flickered as he passed, golden eyes glancing up to one of them out of curiosity. watching, seeing the small flies and moths go closer to the bright bulb before bumping into the plastic. he scoffed for a moment, before continuing on his way through the overgrown park. 

it was only after a few more steps he noticed the strangeness of the quietness that was almost deafening. no animals were restless, scuttering about. no shadows snacking upon oddities. his anxiety started to rise as a hand went to his messenger bag, eyes shining with a bit of magic before a cold chill went down his spine and he felt the icy metal of a blade dig into the back of his shoulder.  

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canons.     I will not ship Ryder ( romantically ) with anyone but Kaida. that’s just due to how their relationship is very important to their story, but also the fact that hey have been pacted as god and slayer since... well. before the fall of Kosmos. even if the two of them don’t realize it. 

that said, Ryder, being how he is, has been ... hit on before. unlike some of his team mates he doesn’t know how to respond. he gets flustered and anxious, especially when he hasn’t gotten the good I love you back from Kaida in ( arc / part 3 ). he has to just. sorta awkwardly smile and deny the feelings brought upon him. he has, on numerous occasions, had to tell admirers that he isn’t looking for a relationship. 

he has had folks try to push it as well, but... strangely they don’t stay close to him for long. almost as if they can feel a predator watching over them, waiting to strike if they get too close. 

it should be noted that there are times Kaida will act aggressive if she had noticed someone hitting on Ryder. while she won’t do it in front of him. she sure as hell will make it known that Ryder is hers. even if she won’t give him the answer he’s been waiting for since they were kids. 

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drabble.    a destruction of confidence ( pt 1. )  CW for gore / body horror                           how the bluetongue lost his eye. 

it was just another walk through the streets and into the park. the pitter patter of the rain echoing on the stone and leaf litter that was brushed against the ground. not many of the city folk were out this evening. though, that was to be expected - the news had called for heavy rains and winds throughout the night. 

yet, here ryder was, talking a walk to clear his mind. to smoke one last cigarette before returning to a now empty home. a home where his father figure of so long was no longer there to give him that quirky smile and soft chatter on the late nights he returned home. no longer was the man who taught him everything there to say a simple good night. it was cruel to think about for too long, and as he continued to walk forward, he took another drag off his cigarette, the lavender filling his lungs and the air around him. 

the soft street lights flickered as he passed, golden eyes glancing up to one of them out of curiosity. watching, seeing the small flies and moths go closer to the bright bulb before bumping into the plastic. he scoffed for a moment, before continuing on his way through the overgrown park. 

it was only after a few more steps he noticed the strangeness of the quietness that was almost deafening. no animals were restless, scuttering about. no shadows snacking upon oddities. his anxiety started to rise as a hand went to his messenger bag, eyes shining with a bit of magic before a cold chill went down his spine and he felt the icy metal of a blade dig into the back of his shoulder.  

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anon asked.     when you feel emotions, do they ever leak onto your own? have you had a situation where it got bad because of someone elses emotions?

there was a bit of a shift before a nervous chuckle. “ who’s askin’? “ he took a breath and smiled nervously. “ emotions ‘f all sorts leak into mine, it’s why I regularly got a few herbs in my bag t’ calm it before I get what folk call ‘verstimulated. think ‘bout it. yer emotions are already a handful, even if you’re a calm mind. havin’ someone else’s makes it a bit more rough. ‘cause then yer jugglin’. “  

he scratched at the back of his neck. “ but ... as fer gettin’ mixed up with someone else’s emotions. Arthur’s pretty damn good on accidently bein’ a bit much. I don’t mind it, since Luis’s ... lack ‘f feelin’ anythin’ kinda can balance the three of us all out. but t’ say there wasn’t a time I accidently snapped ‘nd went feral because ‘f Arthur’s rage, well ‘d be lyin’. the fuck ‘ead deserved it though. so I don’t see why it’d be a bad thin’. “ 

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drabble.    a destruction of confidence ( pt 1. )  CW for gore / body horror                           how the bluetongue lost his eye. 

it was just another walk through the streets and into the park. the pitter patter of the rain echoing on the stone and leaf litter that was brushed against the ground. not many of the city folk were out this evening. though, that was to be expected - the news had called for heavy rains and winds throughout the night. 

yet, here ryder was, talking a walk to clear his mind. to smoke one last cigarette before returning to a now empty home. a home where his father figure of so long was no longer there to give him that quirky smile and soft chatter on the late nights he returned home. no longer was the man who taught him everything there to say a simple good night. it was cruel to think about for too long, and as he continued to walk forward, he took another drag off his cigarette, the lavender filling his lungs and the air around him. 

the soft street lights flickered as he passed, golden eyes glancing up to one of them out of curiosity. watching, seeing the small flies and moths go closer to the bright bulb before bumping into the plastic. he scoffed for a moment, before continuing on his way through the overgrown park. 

it was only after a few more steps he noticed the strangeness of the quietness that was almost deafening. no animals were restless, scuttering about. no shadows snacking upon oddities. his anxiety started to rise as a hand went to his messenger bag, eyes shining with a bit of magic before a cold chill went down his spine and he felt the icy metal of a blade dig into the back of his shoulder.  

under attack and caught off guard. the cigarette was thrown to the dirt and smashed as he slammed himself back into the attacker before he felt the blade twist and be tugged out. the warm blood filled the air with the stench of iron and forced the boy to twist on his feet only to see feathers and a cheshire grin in the dark. instinct had saved him from the second hit, a flash of magic exiting his messenger bag and forming into his hand as a quarterstaff that took the blow of a heavy blade crashing down upon him. 

it was at that moment, upon the standoff of holding the blade off by pushing it away from his being with the quarterstaff. that ryder finally got a look upon his attacker. an angel no doubt, those stained feathered wings and pupiless eyes spoke to that. he hadn’t enough time to analyze in the dark however, the blade being raised only to be swung again. reacting, he switched his own grip of his soul weapon to block once more, gritting his teeth at the impact. 

                   shite. 

there was no knowing why he was being under attack - there were no words traded nor did he ever see the other man’s lips move from that grin of his. the pale blue eyes staring deep into ryder as the angel reeled back, the large blade being pulled into another aggressive stance. all ryder could do is stand guard, be on defense. no use in reaching for his cell phone when this angel was bound to make another leap. 

he had tried to call out. using that little telepathy spell he had learned once upon a time. yet he doubted they heard him.  so, he would have to defend himself, another swing of the blade making him guard once more, side stepping as magic covered the staff and vines sprouted by his feet. 

quick spells. that’s all he had the time for. he wouldn’t have the seconds to summon athena into their true book form to cast something more powerful, something not earthly. perhaps he could still handle this though - strategy was key. even an angel had to get tired after a while, right? 

an endurance fight. that’s all he had to play. 

without words, the vines shot from the ground and began to wrap themselves around the angel’s legs, slowing them down. giving ryder enough time to backstep and whisper another spell under his breath in hopes of giving himself a bit more defense only to watch as the blade nearly crashed down upon him again. 

         “ for a sevo kid, you really don’t fight like one of the sand bastards - “ 

he had rolled out of the way just in time, a bit of blood dripping from his arm as his regeneration had slowly chewed at it, covering it with a bit of moss as ryder stood.  “  the ‘ell’s that supposed t’ mean ? “ it was a growled statement, a leak of emotions as he realized he had ignored it for too long. the angel’s emotions. the rage that was in the air. he should’ve noticed it earlier - it was apparent now - yet he hadn’t sensed it before. 

yet the angel didn’t give him an answer as he launched again with another swing, knicking the mage in the side as he failed to pull up a defense in time. blood spilled against the grass as ryder picked himself up and made for an attack on his own. a hard swing with his quarterstaff and yet. even with the crackling of bones, the angel just seemed to stare at the boy like a predator among prey. 

and the feathered bastard spat to the ground. “   you really aren’t putting up the fight i thought you would.  at least your mother had some class. “

there was no time to defend, vines had shot up to grab the angel again only for them to snap with fire licking at the dying leaves as he lunged forward. elemental disadvantage and yet ryder dropped the staff to use his bare hands against the other’s wrist that dared to crash down with that large sword. the intricate designs that had been dug into the blade shining with holy magic that the mage ignored as it was a contest of strength now. 

which. as ryder’s footing was slipping, there was only a matter of time. yet he watched as the large sword was dropped at his left side. abandoned as a dagger was pulled out of somewhere among the fluff of grayed feathers. it was too quick to stop. a hand being pulled away to switch the orientation of the dagger before … pain was all he felt as his vision flickered in his left eye for a moment before becoming red. there wasn’t even a chance to respond. kicked in the chest into a tree trunk where the wind got knocked out of him and he fell to the ground. 

all he could do was clutch his left eye, and grit his teeth as he tried to get up, using his other hand to command the earth but… he was throwing pebbles blindly. a cackled laughter filling the air as he heard the angel move closer. 

“ fucking you were supposed t’ be a so called god - slayer ? “  there was a howl of a laugh as the footsteps got closer, though barely audible through the sound of ryder’s beating heart in his ears.   “ then again yer not connected to the judge or any big fish for that matter so … i dunno what i expected out of a twerp like you. “  

he could feel it. the breath against his face, the angel had closed in and the dagger nicked at his fingers, trying to pry them off from the bleeding wound. he spat, hoping it’d deter. it didn’t before his hands were pulled away, the dagger digging deep into the socket. 

the pain was too much, his magic tried to muffle it naturally - tried to stop it. moss grew in patches only to be soaked red. his world spun, he choked as he was slammed back against the tree. that cackle being loud to his ears before his heart skipped. 

there was something else. someone. else. a crackling of magic in the air not far. a sudden tidal wave of primal rage making his whole form tremble as he was released from the angel’s grip. as if this someone had grabbed the feathered’s attention. for a moment, in the mess of ill feelings, the rage felt too similar to anyone but ares coming to crush their wrath upon the angel but … 

he could feel something soft as his head hit the ground, right eye opening only slightly to see clovers in bloom and a figure in the distance that the angel drew their weapon to. 

“ oh well shit it’s a pigmy god after all! “  the angel howled. “ what are you gonna’ do? cry me to death? “ 

that magic crackle. the tidal wave of rage. ryder was desperate to just see who but his vision was fading quick from the shock, his breathing labored as he reached out his hand only to watch white blood splash into the air and a blur of red and green of a figure leap and launch at the angel. the blur took the angel down in a single hit. a roar cracking into the air. 

“ don’t you ever fuckin’ think yer gettin’ away with this, caderyn! “  that voice. that accent and tinge of rage. it wasn’t ares. it couldn’t be ares. ares couldn’t form sentences. yet this was a snarl, instincts gone wild as the rage continued to slam against him as he fought to keep consciousness. 

yet the last thing he heard was the scream. the rip of tendons and muscle. the tearing of a wing being pulled off of the angel’s back. the darkness of unconsciousness took him, but he managed to form a single thought. 

                                     kaids. 

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ooc.   someone kick my ass one of these days to write the drabble where Ry loses his eye and feels Kaida become Ares levels of pissed thanks. 

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ooc.     the struggle is real right now. updating my lore / character document in bursts because my brain can only handle so much but soon maybe I’ll release my multi to the wilds 

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@theaterism​  asked.   63. What is one fear that you’d be ashamed of your friends knowing about? source. 

he took a long hit off of the cigarette that stayed against his lips. his heart jumped a bit as he thought for a while, wordless. careful. collected. secrets were not something to spill so easily. after all, fae or other devilish creatures could be listening. 

“ t’ know ‘ve got as much nightmares I hide in the closet as ‘veryone else does. “   the words were quick to be spoken, chewing at the filter of the cigarette as he looked away. “ ‘m sorta’ the stable one of the group ‘fter all. wouldn’t be right fer them to realize ‘ve got as much skeleton’s in my closet as they do. no fear ‘nd all that shite. “ 

it was a heavy weight to bare. Sevo were known to be the peace keepers. the tamed beasts. the ones who had little fear and great emotional control and yet. 

that day he got caught unprepared. where feathers of an angel were drenched in his blood... he scratched at the eyepatch before taking another breath, ignoring the slowly quaking hands. “ they’ve been through worse. ‘ve just lost an eye. ‘m still alive ‘nd able. there’s no reason fer them to know ‘bout it when it will just slow us down. “