Zenos yae Galvus
@zenos.bsky.social
Legatus of the XIIth Legion
XIV RP || MDNI || Art by or commissioned by me 🫶
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XIV RP || MDNI || Art by or commissioned by me 🫶
Main muse: @smuggersage.bsky.social
Hmm...and he will not show himself otherwise? How cowardly.
(He wasn't keen on forgetting anything. The ecstasy he'd at last found in this tedious existence was something he clung to fervently.)
...very well. I shall observe your "bliss" for the time being.
(He wasn't keen on forgetting anything. The ecstasy he'd at last found in this tedious existence was something he clung to fervently.)
...very well. I shall observe your "bliss" for the time being.
November 10, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Hmm...and he will not show himself otherwise? How cowardly.
(He wasn't keen on forgetting anything. The ecstasy he'd at last found in this tedious existence was something he clung to fervently.)
...very well. I shall observe your "bliss" for the time being.
(He wasn't keen on forgetting anything. The ecstasy he'd at last found in this tedious existence was something he clung to fervently.)
...very well. I shall observe your "bliss" for the time being.
...
(He held his stance awhile longer...before putting away his blade. The Warrior had become a mere puppet, but of what? Was the master elsewhere, or within?)
...I shall cut your strings.
Who is it that guides your hand?
(He held his stance awhile longer...before putting away his blade. The Warrior had become a mere puppet, but of what? Was the master elsewhere, or within?)
...I shall cut your strings.
Who is it that guides your hand?
November 10, 2025 at 12:19 PM
...
(He held his stance awhile longer...before putting away his blade. The Warrior had become a mere puppet, but of what? Was the master elsewhere, or within?)
...I shall cut your strings.
Who is it that guides your hand?
(He held his stance awhile longer...before putting away his blade. The Warrior had become a mere puppet, but of what? Was the master elsewhere, or within?)
...I shall cut your strings.
Who is it that guides your hand?
...something has possessed you.
(He took his scythe from his back, pointing it the way of his "friend".)
I wonder if it can fight.
(He took his scythe from his back, pointing it the way of his "friend".)
I wonder if it can fight.
November 10, 2025 at 12:09 PM
...something has possessed you.
(He took his scythe from his back, pointing it the way of his "friend".)
I wonder if it can fight.
(He took his scythe from his back, pointing it the way of his "friend".)
I wonder if it can fight.
I do not desire empty bliss, no.
Nor is the illusion of such of any worth. How much of this empty peace will it take for you to drown in, before you simply seek the eternal quiet of death?
Surely to be like this is no different than being dead.
Nor is the illusion of such of any worth. How much of this empty peace will it take for you to drown in, before you simply seek the eternal quiet of death?
Surely to be like this is no different than being dead.
November 10, 2025 at 11:32 AM
I do not desire empty bliss, no.
Nor is the illusion of such of any worth. How much of this empty peace will it take for you to drown in, before you simply seek the eternal quiet of death?
Surely to be like this is no different than being dead.
Nor is the illusion of such of any worth. How much of this empty peace will it take for you to drown in, before you simply seek the eternal quiet of death?
Surely to be like this is no different than being dead.
Yet was it not those memories which gave you the strength, the motivation to stand and fight for others? For the weak, the unable?
(He looked entirely unamused.)
You seek a false salvation. To forget that painful things exist is not to erase them.
(He looked entirely unamused.)
You seek a false salvation. To forget that painful things exist is not to erase them.
November 10, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Yet was it not those memories which gave you the strength, the motivation to stand and fight for others? For the weak, the unable?
(He looked entirely unamused.)
You seek a false salvation. To forget that painful things exist is not to erase them.
(He looked entirely unamused.)
You seek a false salvation. To forget that painful things exist is not to erase them.
Hmm...no. The scars upon my body are fond memories of our encounters, and the scars upon my mind...
I suppose, recently, I have found meaning in them, as well.
Was that not wisdom you came upon far before I?
I suppose, recently, I have found meaning in them, as well.
Was that not wisdom you came upon far before I?
November 9, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Hmm...no. The scars upon my body are fond memories of our encounters, and the scars upon my mind...
I suppose, recently, I have found meaning in them, as well.
Was that not wisdom you came upon far before I?
I suppose, recently, I have found meaning in them, as well.
Was that not wisdom you came upon far before I?
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