maw parts———- a stifled yawn escaping from betwixt petals . good morning … * 🫧
the corner of tiers deepened in their frown , observing the sorrowful display with a lingering ache . he knew the pain of keeping in a secret that was difficult to tell others . that is why beneath all of this , his heroic display , he’d weep for her ⠀ ↷
of course he'd understand-if anyone got the sentiment, it would be the chrysos heir who had the bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders. maybe that's why it felt so easy for her to let the walls begin to crumble, why she felt that this weakness wasn't that weak after all. "i still will,
the action goes mostly unnoticed , as the titanous frame remained behind that of the deliverer . 𖬺͟𖬺 yet , there’s an unspoken sensation . something that suspects the executioner’s brewing conflict . ivory locks sway as his gaze ⠀ ↷
⠀ One step forward, then another. Khaslana walks past Phainon's side, like a hunter circling its prey. There's not much scrutinizing, only eyes wanting to take on the sight before him while Khaslana remains in silence with still unperturbed expression. ⠀
if the deliverer were to pride himself in any aspect———- it would be his patience . a certain kindness resting within azure hues as the maiden before him slowly lowered her walls , allowing the weight of her sorrows to fall down porcelain cheeks .
his offer was one that seemed a bit too good to be true, as a voice in the back of her mind tried to point out. but she'd seen what he was capable of first hand; he was one of the strongest people she'd ever met, in heart and mind, after all. ". . .thank you, really," she managed to voice, the
lips downturn to a pout———- crown declined to further inspect the titan’s form that now lie within closer proximity . “ bearing such a sullen expression isn’t good you know , you’ll develop wrinkles .’ “ he’d chastise , lone finger waving about ⠀ ↷
⠀ At that response Khaslana’s gaze sharpens. His instinct was made to protect, to erase anything or anyone that could potentially threaten this world — but with the black tide gone, and with the new dawn finally reached, only minor dangers remained. ⠀
⠀ ⠀ `🔥⠀. ⠀ 𝓫orn ⠀ from ⠀ 𝐭hese ⠀ ῾ 𝑭⏝ꪶ𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ・ . ゚ y𝒐𝒖 &͟&͟ ⠀ ⅈ . ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⟢͟ ⠀ ،، ⠀ @worldbearer.bsky.social
and though i may have lost my wayˎ all paths lead straight to 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝗧𝗢 ᅠ𝗕𝗘 ᅠ𝗔 ᅠ𝗞𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗢𝗔𝗡———𝐀ᅠ𝐖ARRIOR'Sᅠ 𝐒OUL ᅠ𝐃OESᅠ 𝐍OTᅠ 𝐖AVERᅠ 𝐓HROUGHᅠ 𝐓HICK ᅠ𝐀ND ᅠ𝐓HINᅠ, ᅠ𝐍O ᅠ𝐌ATTER ᅠ𝐇OWᅠ 𝐌UCHᅠ𝐓HEᅠ 𝐖ILLᅠ 𝐈S ᅠ𝐂RUSHINGᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
a gentle laugh fell from the deliverer’s lips , incapable of breaking his gaze from the divine being before him . a mirror image , yet the fissures of the past still etched itself into his very existence . “ watch myself .ᐣ when i speak nothing but the truth . ⠀ ↷
⠀ "You should think before speaking..." Eyelids fall shut then reopen in a single, slow motion. The voice carries disapproval ( disbelief, even ) yet it's subtle. Khaslana's actions always betray him anyways — they open a path to what he truly thinks and feels. ⠀
stretching … a loud crack echoing with the arch of his back . good morning … * 🌀
what it has to offer .ᐣ ⧼ a quiet , yet cautious laughter fell from his lips . ⧽ what sort of things are you searching for .ᐣ
Just being sincere, dear. Oh, well, I've been traveling to discover the world and what it has to offer.
the swordsman’s own gaze faltered , a saddened smile gracing his lips as he’d witness the maiden’s slow descent to cracking . yet , the walls so carefully maintained required rest 𖬺͟𖬺 there was no better time than now . a thumb carefully raised , grazing against the ⠀ ↷
that was more consideration than she'd expected, and it showed in those wide eyes of hers; there was a dam inside of her, one already showing fissures and cracks in its impregnable force, seeing how glassy her eyes were already becoming. "that's..." words failed her, but she smiled, a smile much
nodding off … dawnmaker in hand as he rest against okhema’s gates . * 🫧
thank you miss ♪ you’re far too kind .’ so , what brings you here .ᐣ
Phainon! Gorgeous name as well. I love it!
azures softened upon witnessing the gentle tone of her voice . however small , he could perceive the semblance of kindness she’d stood for . even in her lowest of moments … she remained a petal of ice , shimmering and beautiful . “ because you’re a friend .ᐣ “ a playful lilt to ⠀ ↷
if she was reminiscent of ice in that moment, then he was the sun's rays, bridging a gap that seemed unreachable in a moment that seemed impossible. march felt it, the weight of his words, how they settled in her chest and made her heart ache. ". . . why, though?" she asked softly, more so curious
khamorosha , what a pretty name .’ you can call me phainon . * 😁
Pleasure is all mine. The name's Khamorosha!
stay put . i’ll take you to hyacine … or the professor .’
well then , hello miss .’ it’s a pleasure to meet you .’ .’
I'm not technically from Okhema... But good evening to you as well!
the weight bearing onto his chest was indication enough . eyes once full of life now barren was not difficult to spot , even more so when it’d been a look once sported upon his own countenance . “ you don’t have to fight this alone … “ his voice lowered , ⠀ ↷
she felt the touch before she looked up, but her expression gave her away too quickly anyway. bright eyes were undeniably empty, like the weight of something heavy had settled on her shoulders. "oh- phainon, hey. uh.." she didn't know if she was capable of being honest at the moment, not without
in the vast spans of the cosmos , even after stepping foot onto another world far beyond their own , he’d find no greater gift than the titan before him . adoration saturated his gaze , fingertips grazing against that of fractured hands . “ would it be so surprising that i’d ⠀ ↷
⠀ Tipping his head down was enough to meet Phainon's gaze. Khaslana's full attention narrows, for the world always seemed insignificant when there was a brighter sun standing before him. His hand, slowly yet determined, rose to touch the other man's cheek. ⠀
ivory locks sway with every step taken towards the maiden———- a curious gaze lingering within skyborne hues . a cautious hand is placed atop her shoulder , careful not to startle . “ march .ᐣ is everything okay .ᐣ “
". . ." ever since getting home she's been in her room, sitting on her bed with her knees tucked up tight against her chest. pictures were scattered around her bed, but she didn't even look at them. her eyes were glazed over, like she was staring into nothing instead.