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“Twelve hear me please… Give me strength…” The words were soft, barely above a whisper as she knelt on the cold stone before the steps leading towards the church. The pendant holding that half a shard of green stone clasped tightly in her hand as she prayed. Seeking the mental strength to endure.

Of all the places her feet could carry her in the Twelveswood… They had brought her to the church. She had never been overly religious. Of course she believed. Yet that never made her truly devout.

She fought back the urge to sob as she remained kneeling there. Nate had run off without a word to her. Only words to Rhisi over the linkpearl. So soon after he had promised her just the night before. Promised to let her know if he was going to do anything dangerous or rash. An it worried her sick. Especially with the way he had been messing with corrupted aether. She felt like she was losing him slowly. Like every day he messed more with that corrupted aether was driving a wedge between them. She didn’t know if her heart could stand it. To lose what she had with Nate… It would be like reopening the wounds of losing Leon and her father all over again.

“Please… Don’t take him from me… Not him too… Please… I’m begging you..”

There was a soft masculine growl from behind her. Not one that fell upon her ears. She never heard him. Could never see him. It had been that way since his death. In part… He preferred to keep it this way.

Sun-kissed skin and pale jade eyes. Draped in the attire of a bard with the hat slanted forward just a bit further then normal towards his face. The pale golden tattoo on his face barely standing out in the warm glow of the church and stars. Hair the color of straw peaking out from beneath the hat in spots. Still the same. Just as he had been when he had passed from this world to become trapped as a spirit. Leonceault Chassebel.

The tall duskwight took the few steps to close the gap between them. His brow furrowed as he heard the first sobs. He knelt down next to her an wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. He knew she wouldn’t truly feel his presence. Yet he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Longed to try an ease her heart.

“Destiney… Everything will be okay…” Leon whispered softly. Though his words would fall on deaf ears. She did not have the ability to see the spirits of the dead, let alone hear them. Nate however did. He growled again softly. He was definitely going to let that boy have a piece of his mind the next time they met. “Just stay strong. An keep believing. I know you can.”

Destiney hiccuped softly as she moved to stand once more. Her cheeks glistened from the tears that had fallen down them. The half-mask on her face hiding any other signs of the pain in her heart right now. Leon remained where he knelt, looking up at her with mixed emotions.

“You have become so strong. Do not give up now.” His words were soft an meant towards her regardless of her inability to know they were said. He took his own chance to offer a prayer to Oschon as Destiney wiped her cheeks on the sleeves of her tunic.

Those pale eyes watched as she turned to leave the church grounds. A soft sigh escaped between his lips as he stood to follow after. Her invisible guardian.

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse’s breaking point?

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(Dest. Dest. Dest…. She has the most triggers out of all my characters. The one with the most emotional instability. The one who tends to break the easiest. Partly because she was already broken. So there are things from her past that still trigger her breaking point. The way she responds or acts depends on what event we talk about.

If we are talking about fighting people or going near as Castrum… Well those are some pretty rough triggers. They dredge up the nightmares/flash backs, shaking, near mental meltdowns. She is trying to find a way past these right now though with the help of Nate.

If we talk about arguments with people she cares about or failing at something… Well that is mostly hurt feelings and feeling as if she isn’t good enough. Usually this causes her to disappear off to the Shroud to hide or drown her hurt in drinks. Which she is a lightweight so it doesn’t take much. However! Depending how hurtful some of the words said are… She may end up with injuries. Sometimes preferring the physical pain over the mental so she won’t heal them right away. The injuries are never truly on purpose though. She is just reckless while emotionally upset. Which more often then not ends up with her getting injured somehow.)

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Zugzwang: What’s the trickiest problem they face in their life right now?

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Her hands lowered from the spell she had been working to cast, spell unfinished. Her eyes widened a fraction. Fingers beginning to tremble first before they tremors moved to other parts of her body. Mouth feeling as dry as the desert. Memories of blood and pain flashed through her mind, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut yet it didn’t make it stop. Making her forget the job she was supposed to be here to do.

“Hey, Delvanguard! Where are those shields?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to try an swallow the rising panic. Shaking hands raised again. Faint sparkles of aether drifting in the air as she pulled on the magic for the spell. Temporary arcane shields covering her front line allies as they fought against the band of Imperials traveling through the area. Forcing her turbulent emotions into a state of numbness for as long as possible.

Once the fighting was done. Once they were back into the safety of the city. Destiney slipped on the white half-mask she always carried with her. She told the leader where to send her share of the reward in a short clipped tone before parting ways. A empty side street with no one around. Her body sliding down the wall to sit against the ground. Her head in her hands as she breathes heavily to try an fight for a feeling of calm. To use the silence of being alone to fight against her own inner demons.

(For Dest the problem always seems to be changing. The biggest is trying to find a way past the fear an panic at fighting other people, especially if those people are Garlean related. Standing against people reminds her of the thing she did after leaving Ishgard. She can function to a degree but not well. It usually takes someone calling out to her to snap her focus back to the moment at hand. An then she just sort of forces herself to function until she can escape at the nearest possible moment. However she isn’t set into getting past it either right now. There’s no real motivating reason giving her a drive to fight it. I figure one way or another she will find the will to fight to get over it eventually. Not for the purposes of killing again but at least being able to stand an fight for those she cares about.)

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