Post by Gentiana on Sept 9, 2024 23:04:57 GMT -6
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Gentiana listened to Ardyn’s words with a quiet intensity as he expressed his bitterness and the eternal curse that clung to him like a second skin. The anguish of millennia hung in his every word, a shadow that even time itself had not been able to erase. Release, it seemed, was a distant and unattainable dream for him, a cruel jest played by the gods themselves.
The calmed melancholy hum of the desert icy wind swirled around them as it was carrying with it the unspoken agony of a man who had been denied peace again and again. His words struck her deeply, not in their cruelty or mockery, but in their truth — the truth of one who had been condemned to suffer by those who were meant to bring balance and order. It was a fate even she could not deny was unjust. A fate that even if she had not much of a say in, she too were responsible by attempting to stop it in the first place.
“The soil was indeed poisoned long before the seeds of anger took root.” She murmured, her voice soft, reflective, as if acknowledging the festering corruption that had seeped into everything. “And the gods, in their arrogance, allowed that poison to spread, unchecked.”
Her gaze drifted, for a moment, to the horizon where the desert met the sky, the endless expanse of sand and stars mirroring the infinite and untouchable distance between mortals and the divine. A distance that the gods had failed to bridge, leaving only chaos in their wake. She understood now, more than ever, the weight of that failure. When he turned to face her once more, that familiar devious grin pulling at his lips, she met his gaze, unflinching. The smirk that adorned his face was not unexpected, but what lay beneath it was something far more profound: a man who had long since been stripped of everything, yet still stood, if only to see the world pay for its wrongs.
“Perhaps,” she began slowly, her voice touched with sorrow, “there is no path, for now. And perhaps, in this world, consequence itself has been suspended ..”
She allowed a pause to stretch between them, letting the gravity of their shared experience settle in the space. There was something in Ardyn’s words, in the way he spoke of Bahamut’s impotent rage, that struck her as almost .. liberating. As though, in this world, where the gods could no longer reach, there was a fleeting opportunity for them both to carve out something new. Free from the chains of the divine.
His final words, a brazen challenge wrapped in mockery, hung in the air. Yet Gentiana did not flinch. Instead, she stepped forward, the cold radiance of her presence mingling with the arid warmth of the desert.
“To endure what humanity offers…” she echoed, her tone thoughtful. “Humanity has always been stronger than the gods ever gave them credit for. It is not divinity that grants strength, but the resilience to face suffering, to embrace it, and to rise again.”
She met his gaze, her voice steady, carrying an unspoken resolve. “Perhaps there is something to be learned from those deemed ‘lowly dregs.’ To exist not as a god, but as something .. more tangible. To endure as humanity does. That is a fate more fitting than the one the gods have carved for everyone.”
Her eyes softened, the cold edge of her tone giving way to something more contemplative. “If there is any lesson to be gleaned from all of this, it is that the divine is not infallible. Their failure was not only in their abandonment, but in their inability to understand the very world they were meant to protect. In that, there is something humanity has long known, and something even we must learn.”
The wind picked up around them, swirling dust and snow in a fleeting dance, before settling once more into stillness.
“Perhaps we are without consequence here, but even so there is still much to be endured, much to be learned.”
aSTRAL EXODUS
Gentiana listened to Ardyn’s words with a quiet intensity as he expressed his bitterness and the eternal curse that clung to him like a second skin. The anguish of millennia hung in his every word, a shadow that even time itself had not been able to erase. Release, it seemed, was a distant and unattainable dream for him, a cruel jest played by the gods themselves.The calmed melancholy hum of the desert icy wind swirled around them as it was carrying with it the unspoken agony of a man who had been denied peace again and again. His words struck her deeply, not in their cruelty or mockery, but in their truth — the truth of one who had been condemned to suffer by those who were meant to bring balance and order. It was a fate even she could not deny was unjust. A fate that even if she had not much of a say in, she too were responsible by attempting to stop it in the first place.
“The soil was indeed poisoned long before the seeds of anger took root.” She murmured, her voice soft, reflective, as if acknowledging the festering corruption that had seeped into everything. “And the gods, in their arrogance, allowed that poison to spread, unchecked.”
Her gaze drifted, for a moment, to the horizon where the desert met the sky, the endless expanse of sand and stars mirroring the infinite and untouchable distance between mortals and the divine. A distance that the gods had failed to bridge, leaving only chaos in their wake. She understood now, more than ever, the weight of that failure. When he turned to face her once more, that familiar devious grin pulling at his lips, she met his gaze, unflinching. The smirk that adorned his face was not unexpected, but what lay beneath it was something far more profound: a man who had long since been stripped of everything, yet still stood, if only to see the world pay for its wrongs.
“Perhaps,” she began slowly, her voice touched with sorrow, “there is no path, for now. And perhaps, in this world, consequence itself has been suspended ..”
She allowed a pause to stretch between them, letting the gravity of their shared experience settle in the space. There was something in Ardyn’s words, in the way he spoke of Bahamut’s impotent rage, that struck her as almost .. liberating. As though, in this world, where the gods could no longer reach, there was a fleeting opportunity for them both to carve out something new. Free from the chains of the divine.
His final words, a brazen challenge wrapped in mockery, hung in the air. Yet Gentiana did not flinch. Instead, she stepped forward, the cold radiance of her presence mingling with the arid warmth of the desert.
“To endure what humanity offers…” she echoed, her tone thoughtful. “Humanity has always been stronger than the gods ever gave them credit for. It is not divinity that grants strength, but the resilience to face suffering, to embrace it, and to rise again.”
She met his gaze, her voice steady, carrying an unspoken resolve. “Perhaps there is something to be learned from those deemed ‘lowly dregs.’ To exist not as a god, but as something .. more tangible. To endure as humanity does. That is a fate more fitting than the one the gods have carved for everyone.”
Her eyes softened, the cold edge of her tone giving way to something more contemplative. “If there is any lesson to be gleaned from all of this, it is that the divine is not infallible. Their failure was not only in their abandonment, but in their inability to understand the very world they were meant to protect. In that, there is something humanity has long known, and something even we must learn.”
The wind picked up around them, swirling dust and snow in a fleeting dance, before settling once more into stillness.
“Perhaps we are without consequence here, but even so there is still much to be endured, much to be learned.”
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