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[24 Feb 2018]

There was always something in his head —

— a shadow he couldn’t shake ; a demon that couldn’t disappear —

It showed in the curl of his scowl and the curses in his words - the downward pull of his brows and the smoke-fire tint in his eyes —

It bared ugliest when we duelled, fought, hacked at each other -

Naked and raw - like the blades that rang and shrieked across whatever muddy, blood-caked field we had decided to make our arena in a spur of taunts, impulse and ego -

I never shied away from it — I always wondered why he did (tried) —

There is a beast in all of us

Sometimes it wins —

What matters is

How we fight back and make amends after

And try and tighten the cage around it — while setting our soul free —

One day

Maybe

I hope —

He will accept the hand that’s always been extended towards him

(Even if it holds lightning’s fury and a blade pointed at the throats of his kind)

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[25 Aug 2018]

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Sol growls out, gold eyes flashing angrily, teeth gritted and fist clenched into Ky’s uniform collar - (as if that was all it took to make Ky break a sweat) -

“I’m no longer a ‘man’ -“ Ky hears the word for what it really is (human) ringing out hollow anyway -

- resists the very real urge to shock Sol with the lightning magic steadily growing with his agitation (he knows and is trying his darnedest to quell it - tiny hairs on the back of his neck and arms already rising with static) -

- instead, just sighs a little bit - before slowly (for both his own and Sol’s benefit) raising a gloved hand to run his thumb over the headband he’s never seen the other man take off -

“At least you’re trying to still be one.”

ok so .. this may or may not have been based on a real life experience XD;;

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Sol observes (from the corner of his eye and beneath a permanently set scowl he doesn’t feel) from across the table - as Ky subconsciously vibes to the tunes echoing throughout the cozy Italian family restaurant (self-set up, self-financed - the husband-cum-head-chef having had no formal culinary training and deciding a mid-life career switch from the corporate world was the best and right move; the wife chatting and serving smiling diners after what seemed like a long day at her day job — )

It doesn’t seem all bad, what with the bright red Vespa propped up at the front display and fake lemon tree-plants. Hey, the guy was a fan of Iron Maiden and Metallica - can’t go wrong with the heavy metal legends right?

Sol’s musings on the chef’s moniker of the (hashtag) heavy metal chef are interrupted by a young waitress politely laying their burrata, ham and rocket dish in front of them - Ky’s order based on the madame’s recommendation.

Ky thanks her with an easy smile, long ponytailed hair glowing a warm gold under the amber lighting. He lithely picks up his cutlery, eagerly going bon appetit before he tucks in -

“Oh my - “ already brilliant turquoise eyes light up as the first tangs of delightfully soft, creamy yet light burrata smooth across Ky’s palette, “this is some really good cheese.”

Sol cracks a smile-smirk as his own fork unceremoniously twines up two pieces of delicately sliced ham, “That must be some god-like cheese, coming from you.” Ky is very much French, after all.

Ky nods as he continues savouring the other elements of the dish but the beginnings of an admonishing frown start to form as his brows draw together, “You should really eat the ham with the cheese and rocket - the saltiness of the fine strips of ham perfectly complement the light, creamy, smooth texture of the burrata - seasoning of just olive oil and black pepper is amazing, really shows off the quality of the ingredients procured - and to top it off, the sharp tang of the rocket cuts through any richness and leaves you wanting yet another mouthful - “

“Yeah, yeah” Sol mutters as he shoves the slices of ham into his mouth, “It’s real good. I get it.”

His teasing smirk is met with an affectionate roll of turquoise eyes and a knowing smile on Ky’s lips —

(And that was just them - always and forever divergents of a same whole.)

I WAS RANDOMLY MEGA INSPIRED AND HAMMERED THIS OUT THANKS TO HAGE'S ALWAYS AMAZING GENJI ART, BUT THIS BAIHU SKIN FANART. TRULY. SPOKE. TO. ME. (thank you for the emerald wingtipped eyeshadow Genji, Hage-san T H A N K Y O U ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU VERY MUCH --- )

also known as : how many biases can I fit into one (model) AU (*・∀-)☆

( WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! )

The wind breathes through your hair as easily as thunder and lightning do -

Sometimes (rarely), it’s when everything is quiet (just for the briefest of moments) - at the crack of dawn or the deathly silence of three in the morning - and you find what seems like a fleeting respite - solace at the top of a hill some distance from today’s camp (we all know you never rest in the truest sense of the word - if you aren’t busying yourself with seeing to the wounded, you’re absorbed in training the inexperienced soldiers - and if you’re not hurrying around the camp checking supplies, then you’re probably mulling over what our next move should be, if the strategy that won you the battle yesterday would still work tomorrow - just that long trudge towards maybe, probably, winning this damned war you were maybe, probably, destined to lead) - but with a soft chilly breeze and the hint of sun/starlight on your cheekbones - you almost actually seem all of sixteen again, and none of the warrior I begrudgingly, sardonically, call Commander -

Usually though, it’s when everything is steel - steel blue eyes - steel in the grip of your hand and grit of your mouth - steel and lightning driven through the shrieking bodies of monsters and your enemies - and the wind whips your hair around you in a deadly dance of graceful, tempered ferocity -

But -

When you’re still - no tempest no thunderstorm no sparks of steel and lightning -

Soft golden blond hair threaded through rough calloused hands

Leaning against my side like you were always meant to fit in the crook of my arm

The random indiscernible grunts to your distracted barely-an-acknowledgement hmm?s

Beneath tender touches that amount to nothing (to everything)

And in every breath - every rise and fall of your chest and mine - there’s something there, something I haven’t even dared to imagine for the past hundred years or so - something I still have trouble grasping, reaching out to -

In every breath

I dared not believe (because believing makes it too real almost - )

Hope and maybe

Love.

written probably during/after successive pokemon go raids XD ~~write what you know right~~ might continue this because.. of course Ky is the rando stranger who Sol meets while raiding and (not very but still reluctantly) gives pro!trainer tips to -- but I can imagine Ky quickly outshining him in terms of all things 'strategy' and whatnot LOL

a tiny ~~unworthy?~~ substitute for the bigass and detailed pokemon AU (actual game-based verse)

devils_solitude and I cooked up for our OTPs (⋟﹏⋞) NO SERIOUSLY. IT WAS/IS SO DETAILED, COMPLETE WITH ORIGIN (and developmental arcs LOL) STORIES FOR ALL 4 OTP CHARACTERS AND SOMETHING ADORBS ABOUT RETIRING TO AN EEVEE FARM FOR KAIJOU (ಥ﹏ಥ)

and yes, the joke is that Sol uses his 6-12 tyranitars for everything regardless of typing match up in pokego l o l

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It's stiflingly hot and humid (nothing out of the ordinary in this tiny tropical country) - each round of drilling and concrete breaking only serving to rattle on Sol's nerves and chip chomp away at his already limited patience - (because the residents and the students and the cafe goers the people need to be reminded of the government's 'care' and the country's never-ending march towards that illusive goal of 'progress' and 'renewal' - sometimes many times ends up being censure and erasure instead - )

Oh well - takes a large gulp of his ice coffee (black, of course, no fuss no frills, none of that sweetened cream shit) - goes back to jabbing at his phone screen, cursing as the Suicune launches and lands a damaging Hydro Pump on his Tyranitar (yes, Sol was familiar with typing advantages; no, he gave absolutely no fucks - )

He just happened to be in the area after all, and a free legendary was too good to pass up.

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BECAUSE I AM SUPER INDULGENT AU MASTER... I MANAGED TO INSERT LINK INTO AN OCEAN'S ELEVEN-ESQUE SETTING SOL/KY STORY. JUST CALL ME BAWS.

( It's like the music slows when he enters - )

HELLO. IT'S BEEN A YEAR / 2 YEARS?! PLUS BUT HERE I AM UPLOADING SOME STUFF I WROTE AFTER THE LAST MASS POST (i.e. around Jul-Oct 2017???? then May-Aug 2018...). but hey, I heard there's a new guilty gear (RIP Ky's ponytail....) so what better time for yet another resurgence of F E E L S (｡-∀-)

this piece is set within vegas!au :D that itself was inspired by Freesia from the GGXRD-revelator- OST

( Didn't take you for a coffee person - )

finally, some demonlord!ky POV in demon!au (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

( They hurt him - )

If I pulled the stars from the heavens

Would they look like the miniature galaxies filling the spaces between your hair - silken spun gold -

If I could bottle a clear summer's day

Would it come close to the gleaming vibrant shade of your eyes - together with a quirk of amused sunshine upon thin pink lips - (hiding the lightning thunder steel that lie beneath fair skin and fair words) -

If only they could see you now

As you paint desire and want on and into the canvas of my body

(tattooing a silent command - with teeth and nails marking skin and flesh - )

You are mine

As I am yours

R (ACTUALLY QUITE R) stuff under the cut (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ ~~what's happening~~

( Star falls are deadly deathly beautiful )

R (ACTUALLY R) stuff under the cut (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ also I swear Fantasy by VIXX is the official anthem for solky demon!au (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

( And I hear the sneers in the echoes of your laughter as clearly as thunder rolling after lightning. )

Current Music: fantasy | vixx

AND YES THAT'S RIGHT I GUESS I FINALLY COMPLETED CHEF AU so much inspiration sweat blood and tears (of laughter) went into this - I'll gift it 'officially' on ao3 to

devils_solitude later because SHE HELPED AND ALWAYS HELPS SO MUCH WITH MY OTP AND FICS AND HEADCANONS IN GENERAL AND HER BIRTHDAY'S COMING UP AND SHE'S BEEN ~~THREATENING~~ WANTING ME TO POST THIS SINCE FOREVER GODDAMN WE EVEN WENT OUT FOR FRIED CHICKEN AND WAFFLES O K A Y. BUT JUST LET ME DUMP THIS HERE BECAUSE IT'S BEEN ALMOST HALF A YEAR SINCE I STARTED ON THIS WITH NON-STOP WRITING FOR ALMOST TWO WEEKS? A MONTH PLUS??? DURING THE END OF LAST AND START OF THIS YEAR UGH AND OMG REALLY, CAN I CALL IT ONE OF IF NOT MY BEST AUs???? come on people, everyone knows I don't write long fic (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ ~~now on to patisserie au LOOOOOOOOOOOOL~~

( But, unfortunately, like so many things concerning Ky Kiske, Sol found out he was terribly wrong about everything. )

Current Mood: accomplished

UGH FINALLY caught up with my fic posting backlog (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

What does the thunder and lightning bring for you?

Does it bring fear? Does it bring - a kind of piercing isolating coldness - that goes beyond the physical, the aural - like the lightning cuts the very fabric of existence and you feel separated from the rest of the world - the rolling thunder making you feel as if the rest of the world doesn't exist beyond your little cave under the blankets - everything long devoured by the booming roaring sounds and flashing maniac streaks of white on charcoal -

For me - well, the thunder and lightning bring -

Monumental arguments, between a young naive idealistic boy and a monster of science who missed the ticket out of this train wreck to hell about a hundred and thirty years ago - ten years worth of back and forth and could-have-beens and almost-weres -

Until one day, finally, one day - the static charges' been building up and finally the lightning connects -

The pieces fall in place together -

And goddamn was the thundering sound of revelation - a thunderclap of realisation - louder than anything I'd ever heard in my head (and trust me, Gear senses mean you could hear something like a pin drop from a mile away and have the most pain-in-the-ass migraines that could last a normal man five lifetimes) -

And all it took (after a decade on his part; almost two centuries on mine) was -

Come home, Sol.

that-greek-gods-au-that-may-never-be-done-but-hey-its-the-thought/scene-that-counts-right? ares!sol pov because why not (with artemis!ky)

( no victory has tasted better - )

( two unrelated but maybe actually related drabbles )

ASDFGHJKL;; SO I FINALLY DID LEGIT DEMON!AU FOR MY OTP PRAISE BE (h a h) - and now that ky's admitted to be something of a beast and capable of brutal!fighting back during the crusades in REV2's after story, there's no better time to post demon!lord!ky (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ was inspired by young!ky's alternate palette look during the GGX/GGXX period (black/gold uniform + brown hair) for his 'normal' demon lord appearance (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

also, R-ish stuff behind the cut (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

What do the demons fear

Ennui -

Then why do they fight against the heavens and its soldiers

Because they see 'Order' as one and the same

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( Sorry... does it hurt? )

Current Music: fantasy | vixx

was listening to freesia from GGXRD-revelator- and THIS HAPPENED. think pack rat era, glided/golden age jazz-filled, smoke-filled, rich classy (trashy) hedonistic casino/VIP rooms and you get the basic idea - even if it's set in the modern era because LOL

devils_solitude is the one with the expertise to possibly even attempt something like a 1950s gang au (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ warning: the most AU thing about this AU is that 1) ky drinks and 2) sol is a businessman LOL

( Who's that )

Current Music: freesia | guilty gear xrd-revelator-

I'd stopped counting the times

You'd come over to my face - all shiny perfect blond head and startling vivid cerulean eyes - paired with the huffiest scowl I'd ever seen on a sixteen year old (the first and only one I've been told to call Commander - )

Not (entirely) because I knew you'd just

Come over tomorrow and the day after

With the same expression and righteous indignance

At the wrench in your carefully thought out plans

But because I think

I'd started to be afraid

That you'd ever -

- Stop.

BECAUSE celticheavens (aka

devils_solitude around here :D) AND I ARE FUCKING AU MACHINES FOR OUR OTPs, WE CAME UP WITH GRID BOYS-RACING AU IN OUR TELEGRAM MASS WALL OF TEXTS AS USUAL AND I GOT SOME OF THE SOLKY FEELS OUT ~~and yes I skipped quite quickly to some kinda sexytiems but so what most of our OTP AUs are 99.9% indulgent smart crack anyway~~

( Ready to get pounded, kid? )

Current Music: catch me if you can | snsd

Some days

He wishes he could trace

The stars that he swears

Fills and colours gleaming golden blond hair

(Maybe it was apt -

More than a galaxy and a lifetime, two, between them -

A void that even science can't mend - a species gap - )

But

Most days

It's him that doesn't see doesn't feel

The hand that's always been reaching out after him

Small thin persistent

Even if it didn't start out as love and acceptance (just a begrudging acknowledgement - a burning desire to win - )

One day

He (has the courage to) finally looks back

And -

Maybe just maybe

The void had always just been in his own mind and bound by his own insecurities

Maybe just maybe

That void could be filled

(By love - and a star-shine smile that's been waiting for him for slightly more than a decade)

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Entries tagged with sol/ky

always something.

divergents of a same whole.

hunt or be hunted.

elementalist.

i choose you.

stop and stare.

paid by a blanc cheque / that still will not convince myself.

do you hear the storm coming.

pulling stars / bottling a clear summer's day.

let me swallow your desires.

midnight-hellfire-sighs.

your food's gotta have so(u)l.

thunder&lightning.

no sweeter nectar.

pop sparkle sizzle.

fallen cinders / lightning rains.

wearing a shiny crown / paid by a blanc cheque.

stop&start.

never know what's round the next corner.

some days.