When my guild tells me to be happy when I get the harpoon pre because at least it’s gold
sad salad AU story ahead, feel free to scroll past it if that’s not your thing tbh
(my writing ain’t that great so pbbt)
Syrcid could still smell the faint tea-flavored scent of Ithyus’s hair when he became aware of a sharp pain in his stomach and a voice calling out his name. The world around him blurred for a moment, and the feeling of Salsa purring (do drakes even purr? He couldn’t remember, even though it was something he should know) on his lap turned into a resounding buzzing that filled his whole body. The plant lamp in front of him began to change, twisting and inverting itself into angles that should not be possible, emitting lights in colors he couldn’t even begin to describe, let alone comprehend. The rhythmic in-and-out of Ithyus’s breathing slowly became ragged gasps. It took a long time, much too long¸ for Syrcid to realize that it was his own breathing.
"That bastard fucking stabbed me," he blurted out, for reasons unknown. Who stabbed him? There was no one here besides Ithyus, Salsa, Chili, and himself. Unless… Syrcid tried to push away the thought, desperately willing himself to stay here. Here, with the family he’d built up for himself. Here, with the man he loved. Here, inside-
He was lying on the ground, vision swimming, staring up at the seemingly familiar face of Drienocht. “Where’s Ithyus?” he cried out, voice rising with panic.
"Who the hell is Ithyus?" the count asked, clearly puzzled. "There’s no one here by that name, Duskrend." The pine-colored sylvari ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Look, I know you just got attacked by a jealous Viscount. You’re probably just confused. Come on, you need to go see a healer."
Syrcid turned away from Drienocht, refusing to acknowledge his surroundings or Drienocht’s presence. He wasn’t here. No, he couldn’t be here. He left behind this vile, disgusting place years ago. Syrcid Duskrend lives in a little hut in the Tarnished Coast with Ithyus and their reef drakes. Syrcid Duskrend made peace with his brother just last week. And yet, Syrcid Duskrend was here, lying on the cold, dirty ground of Twilight Arbor, with a gaping wound in his abdomen that would likely kill him if he didn’t get help soon.
Ignoring the blood sap soaking into his clothes, Syrcid covered his eyes with his right arm. Try as he might, the world he spent the past few years in was slipping further and further away, and he couldn’t catch up. With each second that passed, he forgot more and more. The first to go were his memories of Ithyus. The way he smiled around Syrcid, the way his eyes lit up when he was around animals, the way he laughed when Syrcid did something dumb. Their first date, their first kiss, their first night in each others’ arms. One image at a time, like grains of sand in an hourglass. Eventually, everything was gone, even his name. All Syrcid had left was a face that he knew nothing about, only that he had been happy once, in this man’s arms. He let out a wail of grief that resonated through the Arbor.
"Snap out of it, Duskrend!" came the roar from Drienocht, who pulled away Syrcid’s arm and forced the warrior to open his eyes. Everything, including Dreinocht’s face, was blurry and unfocused. Syrcid hadn’t noticed the tears in his eyes, or even the fact that he’d been crying in the first place. "Look at yourself," the count sighed, shaking his head. "How the mighty have fallen."
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- Make an art (must be your own work, no stealing obviously)
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ok so this was a long while ago when i didn’t have a gw2 tumblr or know that gw2 roleplay was a huge thing thing until me and tiny went to fool around in divinity’s reach on TC.
we ran in on some people erping in one of…