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@arborvye
DARA ㅤVHENAS ㅤADAHL , writing blog for inquisitor vhen'ara adahlas lavellan featured as the player character of BIOWARE'S DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION. headcanon based, plot driven, & slow activity. written by seffie ( 28, SHE / THEY, EST ). affiliated with @fen-harel.
vhen'ara has been moved to @syvaer !
it takes everything in him not to entirely devour her then and there. NO, NOT HERE. SHE DESERVED BETTER THAN SOME OPEN FIELD. there should be candles, there should be warmth and an intimacy that their new home would provide. HE WAITED YEARS FOR THIS. he could wait another hour. it won't kill him. instead of succumbing to his urges, solas pays attention to what vhen'ara says, what he's waited for her to say and what he's wanted to say to her. “ i feel the same, vhenan. ” he murmurs against her lips, fingers slithering back into her hair as he smiles down at her. what an odd coincidence that her name was so similar to this term of affection that their people had. he was certain that her name was derived from it — BUT REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENED, WHETHER HE USED HER NAME OR THIS TERM OF ENDEARMENT, IT WOULD BE ABUNDANTLY CLEAR OF HOW HE FELT FOR HER.
i've always enjoyed watching you cast magic. it spurs pride in his chest, makes him smile widely as he steals one last kiss from her before starting the thing that he's assuming will become routing — HIS STAFF IS NOT NEEDED FOR THIS. his hands start to glow a soft green, and a similar color momentarily fills the air, disappearing as his hands motion slowly downwards. this is ancient elvhen magic, something that cannot be touched by another, EVEN IF THEIR PLACE OF SANCTUARY IS SOMEHOW TRAIPSED UPON BY SOMEONE WHO WISHES TO STOP THEM, JOIN THEM, OR DO THEM HARM. it will be a sanctuary, and solas will see to that himself.
“ quickly, step inside. ” he motions for her to join him, just mere inches from where she was before. then, he repeats the same action from before — except this time, he raises his hands, and the similar green sheen returns, raising with his hands as he encloses them inside their safe place. their safe place, he thinks, quickly reaching for vhen'ara's hand again, all too happy to lead her to their new home. “ remind me to show you how to do that and i will. ” he whispers against her cheek, squeezing her hand as they walk.
despite the fact that he's not a builder by any means, solas is happy with the physical structure he's made. OPEN WALLS, AS TO LET THE BEAUTY AND STRENGTH OF NATURE IN. shelves, with tomes and various other books resting side by side, neatly organized. a large bed, one ideal for the sleep he did in order to walk the fade. HE HAD ENOUGH OF HIDING IN CAVES. HE WAS FEN'HAREL. a palace to fit his title, or something like that. “ what's mine is yours. feel free to decorate or add on as you see fit. ” he smiles, THE VISION OF VHEN'ARA IN THE HOME HE BUILT WITH HER IN HIS MIND WAS ALMOST TOO MUCH TO BEAR. “ i still can't quite believe you're here. i've dreamed of this day since the moment i parted from you. ”
watching him, it excites her. solas is so sure of the way he casts, unlike any she's met before. his hands GLOW with a power that engulfs the air, and if she didn't know his magic was ancient before, there is no questioning it now. vhen'ara feels it in her skin, a static that creeps along the faint hair at the back of her neck, she can taste it on her tongue, a vibration in her BONES. it is not just ancient elvhen magic that courses through his fingers: it is old magic. it dawns on her truly, just how old solas must be. he had told her earlier, yes, but it hadn't clicked until now, watching the skilled way he performs. solas has lived hundreds of lifetimes, and he is hers.
so enthralled with his ritual, she almost doesn't hear the way he beckons her to follow inside. feet step next to him, hardly moving at all before he is reversing the cast, and lowering the wards to protect them. she may be the FIRST MAGE in her family in a very long time, but vhen'ara never considered herself an expert by any means; even so, she can tell that there is no way for modern magic to BREAK this the way barriers can be shattered with just the right element. they are safe. she lets out a tension in her shoulders that was not noticeable before at the thought: she is a traitor to the organization she created and lead, and they cannot get to her, even if they find her.
his hand is INTERTWINED with hers not a moment later, as he offers to show her this ancient magic. she gives him a hum of approval, breath still caught in her throat from watching him, at the thought of being able to do what he does. solas TRUSTS her with the ancient arts, he wants to teach her: her heart is overflowing with love, vhen'ara believes she might drown in it. when she had confronted him earlier, there was only the thought that they would both be each other's downfall — if not there, then later in time, two elves full of SORROW at each other's throats. but she is here, the two of them unable to keep UNTOUCHED for longer than necessary — and he trusts her. vhen'ara smiles up at him, enamored.
the house — their home, comes into full view before them, and she had been right earlier: it's open, bright and breezy, nature crawling in through the beams. she's happy he explicitly gives her permission to decorate, because for all the beautiful shelving and MAGIC imbued within, it is distinctly lacking a feminine touch. the bed, however, she can't wait to lay down in that. “ i am here, vhenan, and i can hardly believe i'm with you again myself. ” vhen'ara's eyes are soft when they catch his, full of love. HE MAKES HER FEEL SAFE. she quickly glance down to her attire — destroyed, riddled with bloodstains of her own and others, marring the inquisition crest — before looking back up to him. “ i think i should get out of this, before anything becomes ruined. ”
# C0RMAC , player character CAPTAIN ABIGAIL CORMAC from bethesda game studio's STARFIELD. written by seffie.
hi i made my starfield oc if anyone wants to love on her @c0rmac
A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES | 1.05 - “The Covenant”
#OFWILDFIRE — an independent & mutually exclusive AELIN GALATHYNIUS of THRONE OF GLASS, written by lyns. ( est. 2023. )
PEACE-KEEPER, LIFE-CHANTER, SILVANUS'S INSTRUMENT!
indie "tav" of baldur's gate III by emma
DON'T BE KIND TO IT. HONEY DON'T FEED IT, IT WILL COME BACK. LAVELLAN, BY SEFFIE & SOLAS, BY BLYTHE.
THE ADAHLAS WOMEN OF CLAN LAVELLAN, a brief exploration of the matrilineal line, and their connection to the elvhen goddess sylaise.
with the clan's name as lavellan, adahlas functions as a surname, meaning to give to the tree ( lit. adahl: tree, forest; las: grant, give ). it's not often in use, as the nomadic and small tribal social structure doesn't particularly require it, and it's become more of a traditionally passed on middle name, with most of the women comfortable with being of the lavellan clan. vhen'ara only uses it as surname once she becomes the inquisitor.
the adahlas matrilineal line is descended from the elvhen goddess sylaise, and vhen'ara is the first mage born in over 8,000 years, though she only has memory of the past several generations:
ELOR'EN, great grandmother x4 † ISEVRA, great grandmother x3 † SHIN'ARA, great grandmother x2 † ORASSA, great grandmother † FIHRA, grandmother ( crone ) NETRIEL, mother ( mother ) VHEN'ARA, daughter ( maiden )
every woman in the adahlas line bears a striking resemblance to sylaise, though none of them would know it, and this is in part due to sylaise's design. vengeful and upset about her mother, sylaise has made all of her descendants in her image to exact revenge against fen'harel, biding her time until a mage is born for her to use. when vhen'ara is born early and sickly, sylaise does what she can from the fade to save her, imparting some of her magic into vhen'ara, effectively making her a mage.
the adahlas women all feel the connection to fire, as it was sylaise who first brought fire to the elves, and taught them to use it; it has always been a part of them, and many of their rituals surround fire, using it for cleansing, healing, and divination. many of their rituals and traditions feel occultic or witchish to outsiders, and as such, they tend to practice far away from humans.
traveling through the eluvian was an experience that solas could only describe as swimming on dry land. it was smooth, fluid — one who passes through should feel as though they exited a pond, but they surface completely dry. the passage between the land inside the mirror and cikdall took less time than it took to draw a breath, taking them from a place that appeared to be ruins of some kind to a grassy one — grey stone is replaced by luscious green, much softer than the place they left just moments prior.
“ i'm so happy you're here, vhenan. ” he's made this place his home over the past two years — built the structure they're walking to himself. small, yet spacious. completely open, allowing the full power that nature can offer to surround him. there were wards all around his home, ones he'll have to take down to reenter, ones he'll have to put up again once they're a suitable distance inside. his plans of journeying in the fade for the remainder of the day would be put off in favor of something he preferred much more. “ the journey is not far. less than an hour. i wanted there to be a guarantee that my base of operations would be safe if someone unwanted were to enter through here. ” he's spoken in elvhen once more — he does not think the common tongue will leave his lips again, not unless it is absolutely necessary. she's versed in the language of his people now — no, their people. he's still holding her hand — good. he never wanted to let it go again, not once. there was so much to do, to say now that he was finally permitted to bear his soul to her, his whole soul. the forgotten ones could wait another evening. he'd waited tens of thousands of years for this moment.
“ how do you like this place? you've nearly seen all of it. ” he turns to face her, though he keeps walking as he speaks. “ this may seem foolish, but when i picked this place, i thought you might like it. ” solas faces forward again, a coy smile playing at his lips. “ even after i thought i'd lost you, i was still trying to determine some way to show you what you mean to me. ”
the island almost felt tailor made for him. when solas first arrived, there wasn't even a path on it. the materials he used were fetched from the eluvians, traveling to different spots in all of thedas, attempting to make this place more habitable. ven if he hadn't made it more homey, he felt as though he would have been happy enough. it reminded him of one of his favorite spots from the place he grew up — a large, expansive field, a place where he first learned to hone in his magical abilities. it was fitting he chose here as the place where he'd give it all back to those who didn't deserve the hurt he caused. now, he'd have vhen'ara by his side. he didn't feel like he deserved it, this chance at happiness. but it was here. he'd be foolish to turn it away a second time.
finally, off in the distance, is the small structure he's turned into his home. his free hand points, pace slows until he stops entirely. “ there it is. our new home. it's not nearly as impressive as skyhold, but i hope you will find some comfort there. ” his body turns to face her now, hand reaching up to caress her face. “ i have much to make up for, vhen'ara. i hope this will provide some way for me to begin to do so. ” solas leans down to kiss her, relishing in her touch, in the unlimited time they were permitted together. he'd bend heaven and hell to save her, no matter what the cost. “ come. let me remove these wards and we'll be off. ”
the first thing that she sees is green, the part of her that longed for nature at every edge filling with satisfaction. skyhold is stunning — there is nothing like it anywhere, and it felt like home for what she needed it for. but stone and candles hold nothing to the way the forest looks with veilfire in hand, and seeing the roving grass ahead of her as she steps from the eluvian has her heart soaring. a breeze off the ocean comes through, picking up her hair and catching on her neck. a breath in. her eyes close.
there's no turning back, there is no back to turn to. there is no skyhold, the inquisition is being destroyed by those who did not fight in it, there is no lavellan clan. she has no arm. what is there even left? she holds his hand, listens as he tells her about the island, preens when he calls her vhenan. creators, how she has missed his voice, missed his touch, him. a small hum, “ it's beautiful, solas. ” they speak only in elvhen, and there's something so comforting about the way it rolls between them, like leaves on a tree, or dough in the hand; soft and smooth with erosion, rounded and full. she had tried so hard years ago to learn it from him, and frustration got the better of her; she sees why he never gave up, because the outcome was worth the months of practice, and what was missing came easily after the well. her eyes open, “ i adore it. ” vhen'ara smiles up at him. no, there's no going back — she does not want to. he picked this place with her in mind, he continued to think of her after he left. eyes traverse as they walk through the field, the open air, the salt; it's not the forest, but it's just as good, different. perhaps she needs different.
maybe it is not different that she's craving. skyhold felt like home when he was there, and that feeling quickly dwindled at his departure. her clan had never stayed in one place for very long, and she had attributed the wilting love for her fortress as merely cabin fever. something clicks for her though, that perhaps it hadn't been the stone and the candlelight, but rather just his presence, an eidolon in the hallways, in her quarters, at her table. as they come upon the house, vhen'ara is hit with that same feeling again: it didn't have to be skyhold, it didn't have to be haven, it just had to be him. it's still far off, but she can see the wall - less structure, exposed to the elements and any passersby. it feels vulnerable, and open, and some basal thrill runs through her blood at it. that brazen wolf. the dalish did not get everything wrong, it seems.
he reaches a hand for her face, and she turns to look up at him. “ i'm not going anywhere, vhenan. i will be here every step of the way, to help you however i can for as long as i can. you are my home, solas. wherever you are is where i want to be. ” vhen'ara catches his motion, follows through and moves forward to meet his kiss, the hand that held his previously now settling on his jaw. she gains a surge of excitement, of something brave in her — that same feeling as before, the hunger for him, the need to devour — and drags her hand down his chest, fingers playing at the fabric as she deepens their kiss, if only for a moment. she pulls back, looking up at him through eyes that are surely darkened with want, a playful smile on her lips. “ the wards, i want to watch you. i've always . . . enjoyed watching you cast magic. ”
there is no dinan'shiral when it is the two of us, side by side. her words echo loudly in his ears, and fen'harel takes them to heart. never did he imagine this, that that dread wolf of old who distanced himself from everyone, who put the sky up and cursed the ancient elves, that this very creature would have someone to walk the path with him. him! he never anticipated this. and how could he? it took the destruction of his race for him to be taken seriously. and yet, despite knowing of his wrongdoings, the thing he regretted the most in his long, long life, vhen'ara chose to be with him.
“ never. ” his voice is a whisper, words left against her ear in the language that only they knew. nas'falon — that was the word he would use. and to think he had to wait those tens of thousands of years to find her. to think the person he held most dear was of the dalish, a civilization he'd come to despise. perhaps it was the creator's idea of a joke! it didn't matter. “ i love you. ” solas murmurs in her ear, and suddenly, he is transported back to skyhold, the place where he learned to love her. it was never supposed to go farther than the first kiss. he decided a millennia ago that he would never fall in love — he could never give himself to someone in the way they would give themself to him. his identity would always remain a secret, something he should be ashamed of, but could never bring himself to. and yet, there she was. the spitting image of sylaise, with a head of brilliant gold and the personality to match. after they first kissed, he tried to stay away. and yet, he couldn't. she supported his endeavor to avenge his friend. she wanted to learn from him, like a teacher and a pupil, and teach her he did. about his travels in the fade. about his friends from the fade. about the ancient elves.
it all came to a head after he killed those mages. to his surprise, she would speak with him. even after he ran off — he knew it then. she was his nas'falon, this wild, beautiful, intelligent dalish girl. he knew better. he should have ended it there, and yet, solas chose to be selfish. it would be kinder in the long run. but losing you . . . it would have killed him. it nearly did! he didn't let himself look at her as he left crestwood. he would have folded too easily. he supposed it was why he left so quickly following corypheus's demise. and to do what? to spend all that time in hiding after being so open was a difficult shift, to return to spending the majority of his time in the fade was unbelievably hard. but she was waiting for him at the end.
after one more not so chaste kiss, he rises, hand reaching out to hers to help her up. there was so much to catch up on — so much to plan now that she was with him. what would the inquisition do when their beloved inquisitor never returned from her meeting with solas, fen'harel's agent? surely, they would have to come to one conclusion: he is fen'harel. the inquisitor abandoned them in favor of his mission. he can only imagine the panic that might set in once the realization is made, and in a sick, twisted way, it makes him happy. just a foretelling of what's to come.
“ when we step through the eluvian, we will be on cikdall, a small island in the amaranthine sea. it's completely, utterly private. i've covered the place in charms and wards to keep it from being found. there, i sleep. i spend my time in the fade — it's safer there. we'll stay together — the inquisition cannot find you there. ” he pulls her hand to his lips, and he tenderly kisses her knuckles. he missed her. each and every part of her felt so familiar, so warm and inviting. a feeling he'd never known until her! “ are you ready, vhen'ara? ” he asks, pulling her slowly towards the mirror, the one with a surface that ripples, the one that will take him home. with her.
i love you, he whispers to her, and there is something so calming about his cadence that settles her, eases her heart. two years his absence had brought nothing but pain for her: the sealing of the breach, corypheus' defeat . . . it was supposed to be an end, but there had been nothing left. her clan dead, solas gone, she had thrown herself into the inquisition, continued to make peace in thedas, settling disputes, reclaiming land, playing the stupid grand game. slowly her friends had dwindled, all left to return to their lives, and it was her, alone in the big empty fortress that had so short ago felt like a new home, turned cold and uninviting.
he kisses her again, hungry, and vhen'ara is dizzy with it, following his lips when he eventually breaks it. she's never gotten this from him, and the parts of her that had accepted his chastity and taken care of herself, that had died the minute he turned from her in crestwood and again when he was gone, are roared to life at his sudden immodesty. i would not lay with you under false pretenses. not while he lied to her about who he was, but there are no lies between them now, nothing kept in the dark. there is something freeing in that, a burden on her heart that had made her feel undesirable that lifts at the taste of him. he stands, helping her up, and when vhen'ara takes his hand, she doesn't let go.
“ cikdall, ” she repeats, eyes on the eluvian behind them as it glimmers with power, ready to take them like a mother opening their arms. he brings her hand up to kiss at her knuckles, and she replaces the eluvian in her gaze with him. he seems to much more peaceful now, so much more at ease. he aims to take the veil down, what he has put up, intent on correcting his mistakes. vhen'ara had seen first hand his strength during the inquisition, his prowess on the field, his intelligence translating easily from tomes and scrolls to battle preparation, a dexterity with a staff that she admired. creators, the dalish got him wrong.
the inquisition cannot find you there. she looks one last time behind her at the ruins, the silhouettes of stone - made qunari, their statues adding to the eerie quality that elvhen ruins always had, something ancient and sad. the inquisition will not find her, a clutching at her chest at the thought. she never wanted the position, and she has lost so much from it, but there had been so much gained as well. to put it behind her? to desert the force she spent four years leading and building, the last home she had known? what would they think of her?
what do they think of you now? mind supplies images of the portraits of her, hiding her ears, her vallaslin wrong, wide elvhen eyes scaled down. they had made her more human, more palatable, more common, so as everyone could see themselves in her. an elf will stand for us all, but she had been wrong. vhen'ara turns back to solas, holding tight to his hand. “ i'm ready, ” she answers. if they would not let their precious inquisitor, their herald, be an elf, then an elf would stand for the elves, and she lets him guide her through the eluvian.
@arborvye : please don't make me do this by myself.
to see her again after two years was an odd experience — when he left, he expected to be alone again. he was always going to be alone. the path he'd chosen was one that could only be walked alone. he should have known vhen'ara would be who he met after walking through the eluvian. it could only be her, the owner of his heart — even after all these years. seeing her again rekindled each and every thing he'd felt for her during the inquisition, but the moment was stopped by the anchor. that damned thing. his life changed forever the moment it embedded itself in vhen'ara's hand instead of his own — but isn't this the better way? a life without her was one he didn't care to live. even as he goes to leave her.
the anchor would kill her if he left it there — and even if he wasn't to see her again, solas couldn't bear to live in a world without vhen'ara lavellan. how he lived in one without her before, he did not know. she became his reason for breathing, for pushing on even though it became hard, even after he pushed her away. there was a certain guilt he felt, falling in love with her and letting her fall in love with a lie, a man who only half existed. he hoped she'd understand that one day — and now, that his true identity had been revealed to her, now that she knew the man she'd spent her days with in skyhold was fen'harel himself, the very dread wolf her people cursed, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. she didn't even look at him with disgust as he imagined she might once she found out. their conversation felt like the blink of an eye, and he might have left if the anchor didn't flare up again. it would kill her if he left it there.
it was hard to just leave, watching her there after he'd taken her arm. what else would the dread wolf take from the inquisitor? her vallaslin? her arm? her heart? and now, it seems she offers her life. this was a path that was meant to be walked alone . . . but maybe, just maybe, the dread wolf too could experience the happiness he so wanted.
“ you would come with me? ” their mother tongue fills the air — he's stopped just before exiting the eluvian, head turned, body still facing the mirror. it's enough to turn him back, gaze casting down on her as she looks up at him. it's too much to ask. this path is only filled with uncertainty and death. and yet . . . there's no secrets between them anymore. she learned the truth of his identity, and still, she asks to join him.
he steps away from the eluvian, and kneels next to her. he still is so, so in love with her. a pained, longing expression paints his face — he wants her. would he let himself be selfish? solas reaches out to cup her face, fingers running over her cheek for the first time in years. she feels like home.
“ come with me, vhenan. ” a mixture of common tongue and elvhen, spoken as fingers snake back into her familiar blonde hair, and he has to resist the urge to kiss her then and there. “ i need you with me. ” he's switched back to elvhen now, and finally gives into his urge to kiss her — slowly, passionately. “ please. we'll do it together. ”
it's out of her mouth before the thought has even fully formed. a feeling in her bones, that if he crosses that eluvian, she will next see him on the battlefield, and there will be no speaking again. it aims to be strong, resilient, but what falls from her mouth is meek, the young girl she feels that bubbles to the surface. the voices all whisper the same thing: do not let him go. he took her heart, her vallaslin, her arm — what else now is left but this? memory of him leaving in crestwood, him suddenly missing from behind her after corypheus' defeat. he has left her twice now. she will not let him leave again.
he turns, just barely, but enough to catch his eyes. everything in her screams for this victory; he turns, he hears her. she keeps her gaze trained on him, never wavering. “ i would come with you, ” a soft nod, answered in elvhen, same as him, the two of them conversing in ancient tongues that no one else alive could decipher. a familiarity to it; is it her or is it mythal? there's no parsing it now. between them, in this space, it feels like home. “ i would come with you, solas. and i would come with you, fen'harel. ”
she speaks his name, though choked with emotion, without hesitation. did she know it then, two years ago, the well what whispered his identity without her understanding? his actions have sense now, she thinks, his cryptic thoughts and words a desperation behind them that seems so obvious now: you show a wisdom i have not seen since . . . your people yet linger . . . you gave yourself in service to an ancient elvhen god . . . i know that mistake well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory. a testament to her quickness that she had not caught it then, even with the voices in the well whispering in her mind. the only anger present had been the lie of omission, not in the reality; she loved him, and if loving solas meant loving fen'harel, then fen'harel take her.
chest tight, she waits on the ground, pinpricks threaten to spill when he makes his way back over. a pain in her throat, a call for him that dies short without sound. there are no words for when he kneels next to her, when he looks so wrecked for her, when his hand touches her skin. vhen'ara melts against him, leaning in gently; no one has touched her in two years, not with this affection — no one had dared tried. her heart is his: skin bruised with him, his handprints on her arm, his lips still on her neck, the ghost of him present long after any physical remains. he calls her vhenan; a melody from his mouth, she only ever wants to hear it and never inquisitor again. his hand moves back into her hair, the breath let out of her lungs at his grip, his confession.
the taste of him again — how had she gone so long without him? a depravation satiated at the feel of him, slow, loving. she wants more, just like this. she wants more, to devour. he needs her, he said. she needs him. her hand moves up to place against his chest, desperate to feel his heart. “ only together, ” it slips between their lips, finally spoken around the pain of holding back tears. “ always together. if you ever leave me again — ” she breaks long enough to gaze at him, steeled. he will not leave her again. “ there is no dinan'shiral when it is the two of us, side by side. ”
That”I missed you” sex is so fantastic . The excessive kissing, the desperate groping, the desire to leave marks on them, whispering how much you missed them with each thrust, holding them as close as possible. Just so perfect.
#peak sibling behaviour
i remade rapunzel @solehr for any who want to follow me over there too 💚
↠ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 . ( sentence starters for the muses that fall under the southern gothic genre. feel free to adjust wording / pronouns accordingly. )
❛ we bite the hand that feeds. ❜ ❛ it's out there. ❜ ❛ darkness surrounds this place. ❜ ❛ don't go out past dark. ❜ ❛ this place has rules for a reason. ❜ ❛ they're plotting your demise. ❜ ❛ they feed on fear. ❜ ❛ i feel like they're watching me. ❜ ❛ they don't like outsiders. ❜ ❛ what a load of bible - pushers. ❜ ❛ god ain't watching here. ❜ ❛ that place looks like it hasn't been touched in years. ❜ ❛ you're gonna need a gun if you go in there. ❜ ❛ don't go down there. ❜ ❛ they found a body by the river. ❜ ❛ stuff like that happens here all the time. ❜ ❛ we don't talk about that. ❜ ❛ this place can't be real. ❜ ❛ did you see that? ❜ ❛ it's easier to bleed than to sweat. ❜ ❛ it comes out at night. ❜ ❛ i want nothing. ❜ ❛ that was fucking creepy. ❜ ❛ we're gonna die in these woods. ❜ ❛ did you bring a flashlight? ❜ ❛ you better pray that it never finds you. ❜ ❛ run. as far and as fast as you can. ❜ ❛ they're all angry. ❜ ❛ did i do something to offend them? ❜ ❛ you'll learn the secrets the longer you're here. ❜ ❛ this ground is founded on fear. ❜ ❛ don't anger the townsfolk. ❜ ❛ they're good folk if they let you know them. ❜ ❛ lock your doors. ❜ ❛ you look sick to your stomach. ❜ ❛ if you listen closer, you can hear it screaming. ❜ ❛ fuck this town for ruining us. ❜ ❛ you can wash me in blood before i let this town take me. ❜ ❛ you think they're looking at us? ❜ ❛ if yours is glory, then mine must be shame. ❜ ❛ i'm saving my strength for running. ❜ ❛ i'll forgive it all. even as it all comes back to me. ❜ ❛ i am never coming back to this place. ❜
