#trahearne

commanders-sole-braincell:

Imagine if PoF had happened before HoT. Mainly, imagine Trahearne coming off the ship, to find the Commanders body after the departing. Imagine him dropping to his knees with an earth shattering keen as he finds them, twisted beyond recognition, burned to a lump, and swears to the shattered armour that he will show that impostor of a God what real fury looks like.

Imagine his reaction when the Commanders chest stretches with breath, as they gasp and choke as they come to. As he cradles them as they ask about Aurene and stagger to their feet, him holding them up as they did for him in Orr

@commanders-sole-braincell

Damnit Sole!

Kasmeer teleports them to the smouldering and smoke covered pillar of rock and the first thing that greets Trahearne is the colour of dark grey smoke.

The second thing to greet him is the smell.

Thick and choking.

Tear summoning and gag inducing.

Stomach turning and hope plummeting.

The smell of spilt and burnt blood, of overcooked flesh and meat, of melted metal at too high of a heat, of hair caught on fire.

He weezes as he steps away from the teleportation pool and the sound of beating sap drowns out Rytlock’s whine, drowns out Kasmeer’s gagging, drowns out Canach’s swearing, drowns out Vlast’s cry as the Dragon lands.

And for a second, the smoke clears.

The last thing to greet Trahearne is the Commander.

Near ripped in two, charred black skin cracked into tiny sections, hair burnt away, splayed out over blood soaked sand and eyes open but unseeing.

He doesn’t remember screeming.

He doesn’t remember stumbling over.

He doesn’t remember his knees hitting the mixture of sand, glass and blood.

He does remember throwing out one of the few group healing spells he knows.

He does remember gently laying his hands on the Commanders’ cheeks, trying to get unseeing eyes to focus on him.

He remembers thinking “I can raise the dead.”

arcxus-of-altihex:

Trahearne | Pact Marshal | Zhaitan’s Bane

“It’s just new experience, Commander.” The Marshal chides, shooing their hands away from his wheelchair. “I’ll be out in four weeks. How does it fit?”

“…you look good,” the Commander says, abashed. “Well-rested. I’m glad you’re on the mend.”

Trahearne laughs, “You don’t need to flatter me, old friend. I know I got no rest; I spent the night convincing Taimi to detach the rocket launchers.”

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Trahearne lives AU? Trahearne lives AU! Furthermore, the urge to draw a corrupted yet healed Trahearne was too good to pass on. They get him out of Maguuma due to Kaonn’s bargain with the dragon, and it was largely thanks to Taimi’s tinkering to create a comfortable wheelchair that Trahearne (known workaholic) rested long enough to let his legs recover, properly. The cats helped by sleeping in his lap.

A lazy doodle, to add. The Sylvari-proof cast worked very well:

Trahearne | Pact Marshal | Zhaitan’s Bane

“It’s just new experience, Commander.” The Marshal chides, shooing their hands away from his wheelchair. “I’ll be out in four weeks. How does it fit?”

“…you look good,” the Commander says, abashed. “Well-rested. I’m glad you’re on the mend.”

Trahearne laughs, “You don’t need to flatter me, old friend. I know I got no rest; I spent the night convincing Taimi to detach the rocket launchers.”

– • – • –

Trahearne lives AU? Trahearne lives AU! Furthermore, the urge to draw a corrupted yet healed Trahearne was too good to pass on. They get him out of Maguuma due to Kaonn’s bargain with the dragon, and it was largely thanks to Taimi’s tinkering to create a comfortable wheelchair that Trahearne (known workaholic) rested long enough to let his legs recover, properly. The cats helped by sleeping in his lap.

A lazy doodle, to add. The Sylvari-proof cast worked very well: