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@30wyn
βΒ Β ...Β Β in the full light of day beheld Γowyn, Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhoodΒ Β ...Β Β For a moment still as stone she stood, then turning swiftly she was gone.Β Β β
independentΒ Β Γ©owynΒ byΒ bee.Β heavily wip.
carrd.Β Β Β ask.Β Β ( also found @cha1nbreakβ )
look, we are not unspectacular things. we've come this far, survived this much. what would happen if we decided to survive more? to love harder?
independent original princess based on multiple fairytales - snow white - written by bee (24, she/they, est)
post trimming hates blythe in specific for me
βΒ iΒ wouldΒ likeΒ that.Β withΒ myΒ fatherΒ agingΒ asΒ heΒ isΒ andΒ myΒ brothersΒ andΒ manyΒ ofΒ theΒ knightsΒ ofΒ theΒ castleΒ offΒ toΒ battle,Β iΒ donβtΒ wantΒ toΒ relyΒ onΒ justΒ Β hopingΒ Β thatΒ myΒ screamΒ isΒ heardΒ inΒ time.Β βΒ Β theirΒ lipsΒ pressΒ together,Β smilingΒ inΒ anΒ oddΒ butΒ sadΒ way.Β itΒ couldΒ betrayΒ somethingΒ muchΒ Β deeper,Β Β butΒ aliceΒ doesnβtΒ letΒ it.Β notΒ inΒ thisΒ moment,Β atΒ least.Β Β βΒ iβveΒ neverΒ understoodΒ theΒ talesΒ andΒ theΒ songs.Β takingΒ theΒ lifeΒ ofΒ anotherΒ personΒ shouldΒ notΒ beΒ Β glorified.Β βΒ Β maybeΒ itβsΒ becauseΒ theyΒ wroteΒ theirΒ ownΒ songsΒ andΒ tales,Β andΒ toΒ tellΒ oneΒ ofΒ Β warΒ Β andΒ Β destructionΒ Β neverΒ crossedΒ theirΒ mind.Β Β theyΒ wantedΒ theirΒ songsΒ toΒ uplift,Β Β notΒ fillΒ withΒ Β dread.Β Β βΒ doΒ youΒ haveΒ toΒ goΒ outΒ thereΒ often?Β iβveΒ seenΒ myΒ brothersΒ onceΒ theyΒ returnΒ βΒ andΒ iΒ doΒ notΒ wishΒ thatΒ kindΒ ofΒ horrorΒ onΒ Β anyone.Β β
it's a feeling Γ©owyn knows all too well. the helpless knowledge that after the fighters have ridden off you are on your own, you are left at home with a knife in your shaking and unskilled hands to be spoils or victim once the war breaches your door. "of course. would you rather we do these lessons somewhere less open?" out here there's no lack of guards and other folk who could report what they see back to people who don't want alice to know their way around a blade. "it isn't. it quite nearly killed me, and i won." Γ©owyn finds it easier to speak about now, but there is still a certain twinge that runs from shoulder to elbow to fingertips of her left arm. alice's question gets a shake of the head from her as Γ©owyn sheathes her sword. "no. i have no desire to return to the field again. once it seemed a ... place to find something i was missing," to find glory, to find a death better than wasting away in a cage until she was a pale ghost of herself with no accomplishments or joys in her life to name, "but i did not find it on the battleground and i never will. this," a hand rests on the hilt of her sheathed blade, "is sport to me, now, and i suppose a worst-case scenario."
it's a feeling Γ©owyn knows all too well. the helpless knowledge that after the fighters have ridden off you are on your own, you are left at home with a knife in your shaking and unskilled hands to be spoils or victim once the war breaches your door. "of course. would you rather we do these lessons somewhere less open?" out here there's no lack of guards and other folk who could report what they see back to people who don't want alice to know their way around a blade. "it isn't. it quite nearly killed me, and i won." Γ©owyn finds it easier to speak about now, but there is still a certain twinge that runs from shoulder to elbow to fingertips of her left arm. alice's question gets a shake of the head from her as Γ©owyn sheathes her sword. "no. i have no desire to return to the field again. once it seemed a ... place to find something i was missing," to find glory, to find a death better than wasting away in a cage until she was a pale ghost of herself with no accomplishments or joys in her life to name, "but i did not find it on the battleground and i never will. this," a hand rests on the hilt of her sheathed blade, "is sport to me, now, and i suppose a worst-case scenario."
we cried because we had lost something and gained something else. and because it hurt both losing and gaining. and because we knew what we had lost but weren't as yet able to put into words what it was we had gained.
independent cluster of marvel by bee.
@c1uster now exists and i'm still blaming blythe
despite any lingering concern, a smile breaks across lothΓriel's face at the utter relief in Γ©owyn's sigh. any other day, she would have laughed. as it is, whatever thread of nerves and anticipation this conversation has created twists too tight to permit it. "it is probably like another language, for those used to speaking plainly," she says. "you will master it in time if you choose, though i rather hope that you will not." the thought of Γ©owyn speaking like the most ambitious courtier feels as unnatural as seeing the sea go still in a windstorm.
whatever it is that Γ©owyn wishes to tell her, it is clear that doing so even in plain honest terms is somehow complicated. she pauses long enough to feel that thread tighten further. it only grows worse as Γ©owyn reaches over to take her hand, though - - somehow - - the direct way she looks at her, eye to eye, is steadying.
the words rush over and around her, tugging at her like an undertow, threatening to pull her out to sea. (you are the one i believe my brother will miss...the way he looks at you...never seen him look at another that way...) she cannot be sure she isn't dreaming it, that she isn't - - at this moment - - dozing in a window with a book fallen open on her lap. it is only the squeeze of Γ©owyn's fingers that convinces her otherwise. "i..." she blinks several times in quick succession, helplessly feeling the warmth rising in her cheeks, unable to stop it. a thousand feelings and a hundred thousand thoughts, and she cannot find a way to voice any of them. now she does laugh, so briefly she wonders if she made the noise at all.
it would be a cruelty, to say such a thing without truth, and she does not think Γ©owyn cruel. more, it would be against so much lothΓriel has learned of the people of rohan - - the value they place on speaking the truth. and so she does not, even for a moment, believe this is scheme or lie. instead, she all but whispers only two words, spoken shyly and yet with a hope she cannot hide: "are you certain?"
the look in her eyes brings forward something tender in Γ©owyn's heart and her fingers tighten gently around lothΓriel's, a soft squeeze to try and ground her rather than let her be washed out with the tide. the little laugh seems almost abrupt and Γ©owyn sits silently in order to let the other pull her thoughts together into something solid. there's no need to ask if she feels the same ; Γ©owyn is well aware. how could she not? lothΓriel is just as guilty of stealing longing, pining looks when Γ©omer has his back turned. the pair of them are near infuriating with this act, oft performed multiple times a night. once Γ©owyn had counted that it happened thrice in the span of one meal.
"it may be one of the things i am most certain of in this world," she answers with a smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes, "i know my brother well, and he looks at you as if you hung the moon in the sky." it was, truly, a touch disconcerting at first to see the look in his eye. she figures he may have felt the same way when he arrived back at the houses of healing and found Γ©owyn and faramir looking at each other with much the same glow of love in their eyes. that is what it is ; a certain light that grows within the gaze of one in love. "faramir has noted it as well, if that lends any more credence to the idea."
thinking abt a,,,m.arvel character and its all @p3pper s fault
some day i'll have the guts to go all the way back to my rp roots and not have a faceclaim at all for an oc...just describe them....those were the days
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uh oh! starting a doll collection!
who is the most famous person youβve interacted with either online or in person?
no, not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love thatβ¦ overthrows life. unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.Β
SHAKESPEARE IN LOVEΒ 1998, dir. John Madden
if there's one thing i'll do it's change my inqs hair and give them scars and a broken nose post haven
while weβre all here, donate to these sites.
the european roma rights centre
roma support group
european roma grassroots organisations networkΒ
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combat antisemitism when you see it. a lot of us have turned a passive eye to nazi imagery but our silence is deadly, and normalized imagery or allusions to it lead to what weβre seeing now. call it out when you see it and support your jewish and roma mutuals.Β Β
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wanting to write vs no braincells
