Dyad’s Odyessy

Immortal souls ch1

CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is

The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.

The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.

"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."

Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.

"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"

Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.

The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y

Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.

You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.

"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"

Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.

"come on! we need to go!"

You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.

The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.

The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.

You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?

But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.

As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.

"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"

A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.

The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.

He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.

"god....I love it when you call me that"

And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.

You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.

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Thinking about greek statue dudes again.

His face set in a firm and stony beauty, he's perfect. His face looks just like a greek statue, slightly imperfect nose that only makes him more perfect, lips just the right size.

But his eyes....his eyes have that empty look yet somehow so filled with pain that it looks like his perfect stone shell might crack.

You can see the way his cold eyes compare to the rest of his perfection, most would call it a flaw "he looks so scary with those dead eyes" they say...but you know, you know that they're not dead, they're not stone, they just feel so much that it ruins their view of his 'beauty' but you know. That the real beauty is the sorrow in his eyes.

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

Eggs: egg fried rice or eggy bread, anything else makes me feel sick.

Steak: not bothered as long as it aint raw or burnt, so probably medium.

Milk: again not bothered, usually whatever's in the fridge lol, so semi skimmed. i guess.

Alcohol: havent tried any, closest thing to alcohol is bitter shandy and ginger beer, highly recommend those, delish. (they're just fizzy drinks)

Warm drink: always love a good cuppa (tea) no sugar tho. hot chocolate's nice too. but @xi1dius cup-a-soup is not a fucking drink, it is a crime against god.

Late night thinking pt 2/?

Thinking about a couple, yeah, a couple of lunatics. Lol

But seriously, a couple that are equally deranged as the other, so lost in madness they only have their partner, their only love.

They're both possessive to the point it should no longer be considered a red flag and instead the planet mars. But to them? it's just love.

You look at one of them and one will rip out your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae while the other will plan how to dispose of you.

How dare someone even think about looking at their love?

They're both so lost in their insanity that the world may be burning around them but they could care less, they'd laugh at the pain as they hold their lover, because nothing can truly hurt them in their madness, too far gone but at least they have each other.

Not that they'd notice themselves losing their minds, no, of course not, they dont think anything of it as their lover kills more and more, they just brush it off as another quirk to love and simply do as they do which only sets the madness even deeper.

Til death do us part, they say, except it's only those around them that will die.

happy birthday garret :]🎃

Every january goth couples are fucking hard to try and have a halloween baby they're gonna name ophelia or some shit

i saw this really cool art of hiei wearing a shirt with eyes on it, and it gave me inspiration to design one for myself but i cant find the original post ;-;

has anyone seen it anywhere? i thought i had it in my likes but apparently not.

i think it was a drawing of the group? im not sure.

WOULD THOU INSPECT THEE KÖNIG???

Konig shall also be inspected. i am a lover of any hulk of a man. 🙏

just another trope I'd like to see more of.

feral person A with leash holder person B, except, hear me out, it's not in the 'i own you' or 'i control you' kinda way.

it's in the way where person B is fully aware of how feral person A is...and simply shows them who to direct it on, gives them something to protect, gives them a target, the leash is just for show, just to let people know where the demon person A was sent from.

imagine in a fight or something and person A is holding back either not fighting and being somewhere else or not fighting at their full ability, only to get a nod from person B and everyone just goes "oh...shit" and person A is just like a switch, the leash has been dropped but in all honesty the leash was just there for show, for person A to find their way back like some giant bloodthirsty cat dropping off their prey proudly. and person B? you'd expect them to give person A a telling off, a lesson on morals at least...but no, they pat A's head proudly and praise them, tell them that they did such a good job

"look at you! you only killed five of the guys we needed alive!"

Everyone be lookin at person B like ' bitch get yo dawg' while person B is actively encouraging person A to be even more feral. (they probs think it's hot)