Eliass Eyes Are Not Gray In The Sense That Thats The Color They Are. No, They Are Gray In The Sense That

Elias’s eyes are not gray in the sense that that’s the color they are. No, they are gray in the sense that they are old, worn, and certainly don’t belong in the head that they are in. The point of saying they were gray in context was just to emphasize the fact that they don’t belong, that they know more than they seem, that they are well worn and used. And....have been passed through honestly a few heads too many. The eyes are dead and grayed. The way a corpse starts to look the moment after death. 

WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF?

patron of tough love

let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

patron of farewells

you see your craft as a necessary evil, in order to foster growth and allow the world to run its course. you bless both the weary traveller, and the loved one they leave behind—but you can never promise a safe return. think of the sun setting, bidding farewell to all living things that need its light, so that the moon may rise and take its place in the sky. think of a queen leaving her kingdom when the winter thaws, and the empty throne beside her king while the world blooms. you are the god of endings both happy and sad, the one who blesses the beaten path; of wanderers and adventurers, of mapping a way home even when there is no intention to return. god of last words, god of forked roads, god of lingering touches and regretful parting. you bestow beautiful memories unto the dreams of those who are apart, a small mercy for they must wake up alone. you keep them separated for as long as it is required, allowing them to live their lives in half and guiding them to things that will make them feel more whole. bittersweet farewells are not your only trade: you also bless final farewells, cutting down sharp as a knife and separating lives so that no further harm can be done. the harbinger of peace, of the unruly kind.

tagged by @creation-is-chaos​ steal it and tag me if you’d like

In light of episode 193, there will potentially be a special au for Elias. It honestly really depends on the rest of the third act.

LIKE OR REBLOG FOR STARTER FROM JORDI

prev. / @institutetruther

Things in this new, changed world hadn't quite been what he expected. Turning the world into complete and utter fear, sure, but Elias's own place within that world wasn't what he anticipated. Though, in a way it was far superior. Never had he imagined how good it would feel to see everything to such an extent. All that fear flowed through him, spilling out in words he couldn't even stop it if he wanted to. His free will had been taken away almost entirely. Almost. His mind at least still seemed to exist separately from the body that told fears without pause. A gift? Perhaps. Or maybe Beholding simply dubbed it unnecessary. It got what it wanted of him after all.

His mind turned towards something in the distance, something that seemed familiar somehow. It was fuzzy, the blurry image of a domain that was guarded, but not entirely protected from the Eye's all seeing gaze. The protection around the house almost felt... Bitter. As if out of spite did it hide itself. Perhaps that would explain the energy he felt. Curious... If Elias put his mind to it, could he throw it there?

He focused, distancing himself from the cacophony of fear he could hear from his own mouth. It was a flicker, a fragment of a mind controlled, but he could see beyond himself. Once he managed to let go, he opened his eyes to the dark of the house. It was mostly unremarkable, but the place stunk of the Stranger. It was a sure confirmation to what he had expected, to who he believed was the one watching this domain.

"Well, this is a surprise," Elias's voice was distant and present all at once, even as his form seemed to only exist in a ray of light from the sky, "Tim. I never imagined I'd see you again. Let alone that you would have somehow survived... Well, you know." The smile on Elias's face was clear from any angle. As he spoke, there almost seemed to be whispers of fear still spilling from him, evident he wasn't completely separate from himself.

LIKE OR REBLOG FOR STARTER FROM ZENYATTA