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i am not dead but i probably should put a hiatus notice here. i lost someone important to me and the writing motivation just isn't here rn

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thinking about vex being reluctant to buy the pretty finely crafted bracers for herself while buying vax a really good and expensive cloak in kith & kin... thinking about how she hesitates because she could buy something simpler but eventually gives in because she loves pretty things..

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do you ever think about the hurt in finding out the father who outright said you were unwanted married and had a child he actually wants. do you ever think about how in spite of that and how easy it'd be to resent the twins don't take it on velora. do you ever think about how it hurts vex that she never really had a chance to be the daughter syldor wanted and how meeting her sister would be a reminder of that.

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Vax & Vex meet Velora in TLOVM 2x08 Echo Tree

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big fan of golden haired apollo + silver haired artemis.. cliché as it might be with the sun and moon parallels but. i think it's neat..

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Under her father’s dark glare, she felt meaningless, and she wished she could disappear. It would be better than to be here. Anywhere would be better than here. // &. SYLDOR VESSAR.

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hi i'm love you

hi i love you more

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one of my favorite little things from kith & kin about the twins is vax undoing vex's braid and combing through her hair before braiding it again and it being something that soothes both of them

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Vex and Vax. Love these two. (Trying to get into the habit of sharing more of my sketchier stuff)

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‘ some  people  are  born  with  a  piece  of  night  inside,  and  that  hollow  place  can  never  be  filled.  ’ ( zag to than 🖤 )

❝ You speak as if night is a negative thing, ❞ There is reproach in his voice, all too common when speaking to the prince. It lacks true bite; Zagreus has a unique talent to circumvent his defenses, no matter how well in place they might have seemed to be before. Thanatos seems incapable of being genuinely mad at him — upset, however, is something else.

And upset he is at the association established by his companion's words, noticeable in the inflection of his voice as Thanatos offers his protest. A heavy sigh; his serious demeanor does not soften, piercing golden eyes still upon the other. ❝ And you know Mother Nyx enough to know that is untrue. ❞

The emptiness Zagreus speaks of, inherent and unconquerable, does seem to afflict some, nevertheless; not always by birth, Thanatos thinks. He has seen enough mortals develop it instead. He has heard enough tales to know even Lord Hades had not always been as grim. ❝ Hollow and dark are not the same, Zag. ❞

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' you okay ? you're staring off into space again .. ' ( nyx to artemis ! )

❝ What? ❞ Distracted trance broken by Mother Night's gentle words, Artemis is brought back to the present, gaze focusing on the other's figure. Realization only hits a moment later, met with a quiet ❛ Oh ❜. Still, from all the people to catch her off guard, Nyx was one of the only options that did not leave her on edge.

Expected, she supposes; Artemis is not the Moon, for that is Selene, but she had become one of its goddesses through the people's beliefs — a powerful thing, often underestimated. Night and Moon, even the representation of it through a fledgling lunar goddess, are bound to walk hand in hand, are they not? Whether that is the reason or not, the huntress feels completely at ease in her presence (an awfully rare feat, not only for the chthonic deities, but gods at large).

❝ I was just... remembering. ❞ Staring at the stars often had this effect. They are beautiful; they make Artemis sad, too, sometimes. The glow could not make up for lost companions, she supposes. ❝ Nothing of consequence. ❞ 

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i love asking "is this ok?" when i know full well he likes what i'm doing to him so all he can say is a breathy, open mouthed "uh huh" in response

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it's the fact i finished my vox machina rewatch like a week ago and am now watching it again because i got mars to watch it with me teehee

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It slips, sometimes, a hint of the defensiveness Vex had met the world with for too many years for it to be entirely gone. There was always a cost or a cruelty, she had learned long ago; except there wasn't, not here. Not with them. Not with him.

Out of the entire party, the half-elf thinks Percy is the one she would have distrusted the most. Noble lords often felt entitled to the world around them, to have or to use or to destroy as they saw fit. More than one poor encounter had taught her to be wary. Yet despite his background, he had been different. Enough to earn her trust; enough she cares for him beyond the begrudging acceptance to work together Vex had originally met the entire group with. Somehow, they had all managed to slip through her defenses; and if some old habits remained, it was less inherent distrust and more being unused to it still. 

Gifts. For most of her life, Vax was the only one who had ever bothered to give her things without expecting anything in return. Vex knew better than to expect it. And yet...

❝ Alright, ❞ The ranger gives in, taking the carefully wrapped package with equal care. Gently, Vex'ahlia unwraps it until the content reveals itself — the glint in her eyes speaking of her delight before a single word is uttered. Archery had ever been more than a skill or a solace; it was strength. What made her feel she could take on the world with each well-placed arrow; arrows of the highest quality, in the case of these. ❝ Oh — a man after my own heart, aren't you? ❞

A wry half-smile follows Percy's sarcastic commentary. ❝ That's a price I'm more than willing to pay for these, darling. ❞ Something aches in her chest, despite the light tone of her reply; something fragile and long unhealed. If a flash of it shows in her eyes, the half-elf expects he cannot see it. ❝ I can't wait to put them to good use. ❞

Vex recognizes the glint in his eyes; the excitement in his voice. But more than indulging him, there is genuine interest in his creations, an eagerness all her own to know more about her new tools (an equally fierce desire to press on, accepting his gift — accepting she is worthy of something so finely crafted). ❝ Care to tell me more about what we have here? I'd love to know what to expect from these beauties. ❞

❝ nothing comes for free. ❞ || @firefurious, from vex!

"It's a gift, it's supposed to be free, " Percy insists, voice tight with nerves & excitement. there was a creative glint to his eyes, some sort of thrill. in his hand, was a package. he'd re-wrapped it three times before he was as satisfied with the outside as he was with the inside. A dozen arrowheads of different functions, each crafted carefully by his hands.

a month ago, it would have been too pricey a venture to pursue. he'd have to come up with the materials, the time & most importantly: a place to work. moving into Greyskull keep had been a strange adjustment but Percy was thrilled to have a workspace again. he'd been inspired, working day in & day out on bits & baubles that might make their lives a bit easier. many of his ideas had been dreadful failures, a series of contained explosions & soot-covered nights. but what he offered now was some of his finest work, all of which he was thrilled to share with her.

it felt better than working on ammunition, tweaking his gun, & trying to perfect an imperfect design. it felt good to focus on anything other than the violence he would enact on the world. this too was an act of violence, he thinks. how many times had his life been saved by a rightly-placed arrow? but it was different when she killed.

he had come to trust vex, though it was a clumsy thought. there was something magnetic in her choice between herself or her opponent. there was a cautiousness about her, a tentative love for the world they lived in. ( not the cities or the people in them, but the moss-shrouded earth & what the survivors did in it ) it was something Percy lacked, something he could not help but admire. it felt like an awkward sort of privilege to present her with the means to protect him & their friends. ( she didn't need any help protecting herself. ) but he couldn't name a better pair of hands to do so.

" Consider it insurance. " a sarcastic grin splits his features, "next time you save my life, use one of these. "

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The obvious concern in shaky hands and caught-up breath at once softens and steels something inside her. Vex might never get used to it, this visceral worry for her safety that for years had been shown by Vax alone, now shared by others. It melts the parts of her frozen over by disdain and hardened by spite; it softens the edges she had carefully sharpened, determined to keep everyone but her brother away in self-defense.

Keyleth had been the first to slip past her defenses. Pike and Grog and Scanlan and Percy all managed to, after that, but the Ashari had been first, with her innate kindness and desire to help. Vex had been certain nothing was ever freely given; there was always a cost or a cruelty. With Keyleth, even Vex's learned suspicion couldn't hold, earnest as she had been from the start.

And yet the half-elf steels herself all the same, not out of distrust, but out of habit — or fear, though she wouldn't admit the latter even to herself. A need to be strong for others; a need to conceal her vulnerabilities behind the usual mask. Not scared? Fear often had a grip on her; she was simply good at pretending it didn't.

❝ So just another day, you mean? ❞ The commentary is brushed off with a jest the other might not find all too amusing; Vex dismisses the concern anyway. ❝ We've all had very close calls, ❞ Too close, when death wasn't a near thing but a reality. ❝ I'm fine. Pike healed me up wonderfully, ❞ Then the softness seeps in, inevitably, in face of the concern for her well-being. ❝ There's nothing to worry about, Keyleth. ❞

"How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?" ― @firefurious, vex.

keyleth's breath comes quick, her heart tangled somewhere in her throat as her hands flutter shakily over the archer's frame. the wounds have sealed themselves, seamlessly stitched together by pike's divine magic but it's the still - damp blood and ragged tears in her clothes that still sends pangs of worry through her, a gasp stuck between her teeth. finally, almost hastily, she pulls her hands back to herself and meets vex'ahlia's gaze, but she can't stamp out the turmoil caught within her own.

❝ i know you don't. ❞ it's keyleth who freezes up in the face of her fears, who turns away to evade the reality of them coming true. there is no avoiding that here, with these people she can call her family. any one of them can be gone in a moment, and they may not be able to bring them back. not a second time, for most of them. the druid desperately attempts to regain her composure, breath hitching on something invisible in her chest and she stutters over a laugh -- trying to brush over her near - breakdown. ❝ i just -- that was a really close call, vex. ❞

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          𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐍𝐎𝐖   .   although   the   god   of   prophecy   oft   finds   himself   unsure   of   how   exactly   to   behave   around   grace's   companions   ,   he   owes   it   to   their   all-too-excited   consent   and   cooperation   (   not   to   mention   a   little   speed-travel   help   from   hermes   )   that   things   are   unfolding   as   they   are   now   .   as   planned   ,   the   edge   of   elysium's   arrival   is   subsequent   to   his   own   ,   giving   him   ample   opportunity   to   check   into   and   secure   grace's   hotel   room   .   their   hotel   room   .   in   gratitude   for   the   band's   aid   ,   apollo   had   offered   to   upgrade   their   place   of   stay   ,   and   though   a   worry   had   gnawed   at   him   that   the   sudden   change   in   accommodations   would   trigger   grace's   suspicion   ,   they   ,   in   self-proclaimed   mastery   of   '   bull-shitting   ,   '   had   quelled   his   concerns   :   after   a   long   day   of   being   out   on   the   road   ,   who   in   their   right   mind   would   turn   down   sleeping   in   the   best   bed   they'd   ever   been   in   ?   fair   enough   ,   he   thinks   .

suspecting   that   she   would   indeed   be   tired   ,   apollo   had   gone   ahead   and   done   a   walk-through   the   room   ,   paving   the   road   for   the   least   amount   of   resistance   between   her   and   a   good   night's   rest   if   she   so   sought   it   immediately   .   it   had   helped   calm   his   nerves   ,   too   :   diverting   his   attention   from   every   little   sound   he   heard   echoing   out   in   the   hallway   that   made   him   stop   and   want   to   run   to   the   door   .   at   last   does   he   receive   a   text   message   of   their   imminent   ascent   .   heart   aflutter   ,   he   settles   at   the   foot   of   the   bed   again   with   naught   to   do   but   bounce   his   leg   .   every   passing   second   heralds   end   of   the   physical   gulf   that   had   separated   them   for   far   too   long   .  

suddenly   ,   a   delicate   strain   of   laughter   wafts   down   the   hall   .   chest   draws   in   a   deep   breath   as   he   stands   ,   attuning   senses   to   the   presence   that   approaches   one   door   at   a   time   before   it   stops   at   the   threshold   to   the   suite   .   with   a   beep   and   click   ,   the   door   yields   to   their   advance   —   her   figure   at   the   door   :   her   attention   is   held   by   someone   behind   her   ,   and   it's   almost   comical   then   the   way   she   pushes   the   door   open   and   leans   against   it   ,   wholly   unaware   of   his   presence   .   he   observes   her   company's   restrained   amusement   ,   maintaining   composure   save   for   a   clandestine   gesture   to   silence   held   by   a   finger   to   his   lips   .   finally,   her   head   turns   ,   gaze   penetrating   the   room   and   met   by   wry   ,   lop-sided   grin   .   there   is   stunned   silence   .   one   of   them   is   recording   .   ❛   ...   happy   —   valentine's   day   ?   ❜

Being on the road is equal parts delightful and tiresome, she had soon decided. Grace cannot deny being on stage makes her feel alive, or that the ever-growing crowds thrill her when she stands up there and her gaze meets them. At the same time, however, the traveling part can be exhausting, all the more so when it comes to longer periods stuck between departure and arrival.

The Edge of Elysium is not a huge success, not yet; this is only their first tour. They travel the old-fashioned way, through the road instead of taking planes, and for the most part, their accommodations are simple — which makes her greatly surprised to arrive in a hotel that is anything but, and likely more expensive than anywhere she'd ever been.

The question of whether they were really in the right place falls from her lips easily, and Kaz is quick to confirm they are. Brian says there had been some issue with their previous reservations that led to an unexpected upgrade, and she decides there's nothing to complain about. It is a lot better, and as long as they wouldn't all be broke trying to pay for it, might as well enjoy it.

There is a lightness to the conversation that flows easily between them as they venture up to find their respective rooms, unhurried steps as they explore hallways in search of the right numbers. Grace is still caught up in conversation when she finds hers, absent-mindedly opening the door while her attention remains outside. She laughs at Brian's stupid joke and decides that's her cue to retire to her room, reaching for her luggage before finally turning — and shock keeps her from taking any step further.

The quiet, delighted gasp is silenced by a hand covering her mouth, widened brown eyes shining bright as Grace looks at him. For a moment, she isn't all too sure this is real — before stunned silence gives way to action, and she quickly covers the distance between them before throwing herself at Apollo, arms holding on to his neck.

❝ I can't believe you're here, ❞ A disbelief colored by vivid awe, accompanied by laughter that makes it clear she rejoices in the turn of events. Her hold on him tightens, her heart flutters with unrestrained affection; she doesn't want to ever let go. ❝ I — I don't know what to say. I missed you so much, Apollo. ❞

Enraptured by his presence, Grace forgets momentarily about the open door (and the conspirators who surely knew about it, yet kept her blissfully unaware). Without a second thought, she pulls him for a kiss, at once sweet and intense, lingering close when they part. ❝ I couldn't have asked for a better gift. ❞

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vex and vax running away when they weren't yet 16.... the fact no one goes after them or tries to stop them at all... the way after everything he's done deep down vex still hopes their father will try to stop them...