Axel379

It was exceedingly rare to have a moment of peace, but after Emet-Selch's defeat and the true return of night, the people of the Crystarium finally had a glimpse of what it meant to slow down a little. While that was true for most of the people, it was not so for you, the Warrior of Light and the Crystal Exarch. They, along with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, had suffered overmuch during the course of the last few months. Ryne understood everyone's pain all too well, and she wanted to help somehow. She had grown quite close to you, often speaking with you about many topics--one of the many being love. She learned that you, [Name], had been in love with G'raha Tia since his distant past, long before he had become the Crystal Exarch. It was no secret that he still held the same feelings for you, as well. Ryne would seldom see them strolling through the city together, enjoying a casual conversation. Whenever she glimpsed the sight, Ryne couldn't help but smile. She saw the way you

“Shoo! Get away from there!” A crow cawed loudly, hurriedly flapping his wings in an effort to avoid being hit by stray water from your watering can. Shaking it furiously seemed to spook it into leaving your crops alone for the moment. Raising an eyebrow at the hastily constructed scarecrow guarding the vegetables, you scoffed. “I thought that was supposed to be your job.” The hand painted face seemed to grin at you, and you wondered if some more straw and a new location would make him better at his job. It had only been a year since you had moved to the valley and became friends with most of the adjacent Pelican Town. There was a lot of fun in your day-to-day life, but it was also a lot of hard work. However, it was definitely preferable to life in Zuzu City; revving engines, construction, and the shouts of angry commuters had been replaced with the peaceful sounds of your farm. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Finished with watering your crops, you gathered your

During the month of December, it was not unheard of to see Santa and his top two elves making their rounds in the toy shop. However, you were all too focused on the toy in front of you. There had to be a smooth coat of paint. Even the tiniest of details were not going to be overlooked by your hands. The sounds of various toys sounded off in the distance as they were inspected and tried out. The steady beat of small hammers assembling parts and the other happy chatter was all in a day’s work at the North Pole. By the time the familiar jolly voice had reached your ears, your focus had hardly wavered. “Ah,” Santa Claus gestured widely, “our tip-top painters hard at work.” His happy and honest praise was always welcomed. You smiled to yourself as you glided the paintbrush in an clean line. The sound of your name leaving Curtis’s mouth peaked your attention all the more. “They have been painting these new sets of toys,” he said. “And with the steadiest hands in the business,” Santa

MOLLY’S FUCKING RETURN AGAIN POST-MEETING Let be known I am way far behind and do not know what happened, this is just the emotion fueled product of seeing Lucien spoilers. “Jester.” Your voice is quiet, raw and cracking, barely holding together from breaking into a sob. She gulps and looks to you with eyes no less watery with unshed tears. She looks about to break- but still appears so much more held together than you feel. “Yes Y/n?” her voice wobbles, and she sniffles trying to even her breathing, but you hardly notice with how your throat seems to close up. “Promise me,” Your shoulders start to shake and she’s already rushed to hold you in a strong, sturdy hug that you wish to return but just collapse against your friend, weakly grasping her arms. “Promise me we’ll get him back, that we will take Molly with us, or whoever he is now.” Your face falls hidden against your neck, holding onto her as tightly as you can manage “Please.” A whisper, so desperate and heartbroken, that

Whisper of the White Dragon Today was an especially weird day in Kaneshiro's Palace. From even entering the Metaverse, there was a chilly air surrounding the place, as if it had recently been swept up in a blizzard. Inside had fared no better, shadows were frozen solid like a statue. Mona cautioned the others in case. "Just because they're frozen..." He warned. "Doesn't mean they can't pop out of it at anytime." Making their way to the lower levels, they were impeded by a door frozen shut, but it was nothing a good shoulder bash couldn't get past. Breaking through on the other side, the Phantom Thieves see a knight in white plate armor. The bulk of the plate was made in a way that it outlined his body and underneath the plate was a blue surcoat with flowing knee-length fabric underneath the bottom of the chestpiece. The armor had a dragon motif, with the shoulder plates forming into wings, the gauntlets had golden tips at the ends of the finger to make a claw, and the armor itself