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You’re only good if you can do bad and decide not to.

 Richard Ford, Canada

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marina nery by sebastian kim for vogue australia april 2014

[04151997]

I enjoyed sneaking to the forest for the aurora skies. The lights danced across the dark sky, each color slowly fading into another. The frosty winter air bit my skin, and my neck was aching from tilting my head back to see the auroras, but I could care less. The lights were beautiful, swaying and changing and illuminating the world. They could make the grinch's heart melt. Their glow, their shine, everything about them was beautiful. I was walking over the icy sheets of the north. I was chilled by the gusts, numbed by the frost, and stunned by the solitude. The temperature was dropping steadily, and no layers of coats were able to warm me. I looked up in despair and closed my eyes. Then suddenly I saw the enchanting colours blazing in the sky. I looked up with unconcealed awe at the swaying hues above me. Only one thought came to my mind: The Northern Lights. I drew myself up as I gazed at the shifts and flows of the dancing Auroras, in dazzling shades of sapphire blue and violet. Though there was no improvement in the weather, the lights seemed to emit a fiery glow that instantly encased me in its warmth. I thought about how fortunate I was to be able to witness this unearthly apparition. The drone of insects humming started the usual routine of awaking dawn.

Slowly, the forest came alive with the layers of sounds echoing in the cold morning air. Little frogs croaked under large, broad leaves. The webs were stringed with delicate drops of morning dew, glistening in the first shards of sunlight. While the all the humans were still asleep in slumber land, the animals in every corner of the earth are awaiting for a new dawn.

[04151997]

High Dudgeon

The youngest of many siblings in a poor family, an opportunity presents itself to Lino Conley when he witnesses a secret exchange that results in the Penzance village being captured by a strong enemy force, called Sirencester.

[04151997]

still working on estella part 4, this part is really long.

[04151997]

Land of the Lionhearted

She dashed through the woods, leaping over thin winding creaks and the slippery rocks. She dodged and zipped past rotting oak trees and under lowered and snapped branches. Everything blurred into dizzying blend of earthly colours. The earth was wet and moist under her bare brown skin. She jumped into a muddy brook, swollen by the recent rains, soaking up the soles of her boots. The woods began to widen and thin layers of fallen pine needles and sentinels disguised the perilous and rocky terrain. She ran beside the twisted creek which was mirrored the deep greens of the trees. She leaped over a fallen pine tree which had damned the flow. Peace.

The sun set threatening to dip behind the horizon, firstly cascading a prim bombardment of colors that were flung over the sky. The receding blue and oranges battled the blackness pushing it away with arms. It shone on the lake below shining its deep depths. The radiant glow scintillated and beamed: the legacy of the sun. A deep sense of serenity overcame her as she stared in rapture at the expanse of blue that lay before her. Rays of lights danced across the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited her sight and made the view all the more beautiful.

Silence gnawed at her insides. Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. It was poisonous in it's nothingness, cruelly underscoring how much anger it took to build up in her before she could say anything. The silence was unnatural, like a dawn devoid of birdsong. Silence clung to her like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from her.

She unhooked her armor at the shoulder and sat it on the ground near her feet. Underneath was nothing but a cloth that covered across her chest and her upper stomach. She felt more comfortable and almost weightless. The warmth from the sun seeped into her skin. She knelt at the edge of the river and held her forehead in her hands. The anticipation was a nervous kind of energy. It tingled through her like electrical sparks through a cord, gathering in her toes. She clenched her fist and closed her eyes tight and let out a long screech. 

Her yell was like a booming tyrant, it made hearts jump like scared rabbits every time. Red-hot tears ran down her face. Tears ran down her face, like the water flowing through the drains. In sync with the river in front of her. She stood abruptly and kicked her armor into the river and search around for a stick to poke it down with.

I'm stuck here, she thought to herself, poking at her armor, choking back tears. I can't believe he forced me here. He told me I would never need to come back. I need weapons. I need to fight my way through this place.

[04151997]

Land of the Lionhearted

The king welcomed her.

"Vesta." His words slid through his lips like they were escaping hostage. His voice was horrific, but welcoming. "You've grown so much."

Once again, her armor was tight around her body and her vision was perfect. In the land of the lionhearted, everything was fully functional. She didn't need her glasses, she wasn't stuck with her anxiety. She was fearless.  Her luxurious, curly, red hair was then, straight and shiny, something like a horse's mane. She was short and with small muscle build. Rigid with fury, Vesta tightened her fists and clenched her teeth.

Nine frozen tributaries stay forever still never moving under the impenetrable rime. Only those who die an honorable and heroic death may evade this place, or when you are looked upon by King Hel as someone worthy of peace. 

She watched at the top of the steps, standing in front of the lair's door. His long white hair slicked back behind his ears. His defined cheekbones made him look older than he really was. He was 6' 3" with sharp black eyes. His iris matched his pupil perfectly. It was like Vesta entered the land through his eyes. He wore a long rain cloud, gray cape that fit loose around his neck, which made him look broader than he really was.

"Why did you bring me here!?" Hate and enmity welled up in her heart, fury itself burning through her nerves. "I told you I never wanted to come here again!"

"You don't want to live life with no imperfections? You want to go home, where everyone treats you inferior? No one gives you attention. You cry every night until your eyelids drowse. The, what you call, friends? They don't care about you. I care about you. Every since you were a little girl I have cared. You need to be here. You deserve to be here. That's why I brought you here."

"I have to fight for my life here! What is wrong with you!?

Hel charged to Vesta and glared down on her. "Don't speak with that tone!"

"What did you do with my father!? Who's blood was that, did you kill him?"

Their voices rose above the stoned silence, then they became hushed. He relaxed his shoulders and stepped away, there was now a foot of space between them. He cleared his throat. "Of course not. That would be bizarre. I don't hate myself that much."

She nodded in acknowledgement and bits of anger. She accepted his grueling actions without complaint. And she ran, like the winter breeze colliding into inmate objects and crashing waves hitting the shore line, like owls soaring across indigo skies. Her long, fire ash colored locks whipped back and forth behind her like a fiery tale as she flung himself over sharp rocks and tall stones. She didn't know where she was heading and had no idea what time it was and he had no clue what she was doing. All he knew was he had to keep running forward. She needed to find someone, anyone.

[04151997]

Land of the Lionhearted

At first she did not notice it. But as she lowered her head in suspicion of the stillness of the house, she staggered back at the sight of the red liquid on the floor. The color swirled in her mind, making her feel light while curiosity aroused in her mind. Her glistening eyes followed the line, almost forcefully, like it had a mind of its own as some would say. The red liquid however, was still flowing through the tiny cracks on the floor. It was heading towards her, and every limb in her body screamed for her to run. She did not listen though. She waited for it to touch her bare feet and experienced the tiny tremors that shot through her. Blood began to chase her down the halls,  she panted in exchange of screams. 

Then she saw it leading up the stairs, and when she got there she saw it written on her white bedroom wall, dripping down to the floor, read 'No fear'. She didn't dare go in but she knew she would have to at some point. Her heart twisted and sunk with nerves as she glared through her bedroom door. Her whole body shook, bones rattling in the constant fear of the future that loomed before her. Heart pounding so hard against her rib cage as her pulse pressed outward, jerking the veins within.

Slowly, she rushed across the threshold. Suddenly, everything was black. She found herself falling in this darkness, hurtling to an invisible floor. A floor that would most likely kill her if she continued to fall at this speed. The air pushed against her face, she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Her body twirled and jerked as she fell. The wind coming at her face made it impossible to breathe, she felt like she'd suffocate before she ever got to the land of the lionhearted.

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[15november1988-deactivated20150]

A girl doesn’t see imperfections once she loved you. In her eyes, you’re perfect.

Written reveries. anonymousketeer (via 15november1988)

[bookworm-nerd-dork-fangirl]

Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.

Juliette, Ignite Me (via chinesenerd8)

[bookworm-nerd-dork-fangirl]

Some people’s butterflies react to other people’s, on a chemical level, like the pheromones, so that when they’re nearby, your butterflies start to dance.

Karou, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via chinesenerd8)

[quotemybooks]

As long as you’re alive, there’s always a chance things will get better.

Days of blood and starlight by Laini Taylor (via quotemybooks)

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[04151997]

excerpt from artenzola

The smell of a familiar scent hit Melusine’s nose as she arrived at Seigfried’s yard again. Her favorite bubble bath, but this time mixed with cinnamon pastry. The moonlight reflected the fountains. Nothing in his yard changed. She had come to return his horse. She slowly walked up the steps and took a deep breath. What if he wasn’t home? What if he ignored her? Of course not, she had his horse. She reached for the doorbell, but of course he opened the door before her finger even got close. She froze at the sight of him. He had on oven mitts and a smile on his face. He was flawless to her. He’d definitely gotten more handsome with age. His hair was perfectly swiped over the side of his head, and his teeth were bright and straight and he stood tall and confidentially. He looked past her at his horse. “I saw you out the kitchen window. Come in for a pastry.” “What? You’re not going to ask why I stole your horse.” “Nope. You brought her back safe and groomed better than I can groom her.” Melusine smiled unevenly and stepped over the threshold.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and sat at the kitchen table. Seig grabbed the cinnamon pastries out of the oven and sat them in front of her. She looked at them one by one, admiring the twist and shine of the glaze. “Alice would love these.” “Alice?” “You know, blue hair, eats a lot. Always at the tower.” Seig cocked his head and looked at her. Alice was actually unfamiliar to him. Melusine looked at him astonished. “She was there… in your carriage.” Seig raised his eyebrows in remembrance, he’d only remembered her being in his carriage. Melusine wondered why he kept forgetting who she was. It was strange, she was always there. Sometimes when Melusine asked questions, Alice would wonder why she didn’t know the answers. “Speaking of tower. Did you and Ryptkas leave?" “Yeah,” Melusine grabbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes tight. “There is a lot I need to tell you.” Seig looked at her and frowned, not because he was angry, because he was worried. He pulled out a chair adjacent to her and sat in it. His hand touched hers, that rested on the table trembling a little. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Everything came spilling out instantly. From the day Granscel brought Benjamin home, to the morning Corrie found Ryptkas on the floor. From when Ryptkas returned with Cahira to the day Cahira escaped. Seig found it unreal that there was a portal to a human world on the edge of Artenzola. But what they all failed the realize that there was more than two worlds and more than one portal.

[coral]

Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.

Anne Boleyn. (via ajeebinsaan)