Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.
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Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces (via becausedragonage)
//sorry for the radio silence over the past few days! Having a bit of a... moment, at home. I might take just a few days out to deal with stuff. Sorry about that!
“Not that obvious. But to a professional detective who sticks his big nose in places that doesn’t belong? Well…” He shrugs, as he couldn’t deny his nature any more than she could hers. Still, he does hope that he hadn’t disappointed her too badly. She was fine company. Clever, funny, and a little bit of spitfire– and he liked that!
His optics click with each blink when says she’s from a vault. Nick thrown for a loop with that answer. So much so that he looks her over a second time. “Huh. Now that I would have never guessed. Although does explain your friendlier, sunnier nature, which is funny– I don’t quite remember folks in D.C. being balls of a sunshine like you.”
“Well... Yeah, I guess you would know more about reading people.” The vault girl’s face is stuck somewhere between a goofy grin and an uncomfortable one. There are reasons why she didn’t want to be identified on the spot-- most of them doing with the fact that she didn’t want to be relied on in the Commonwealth, especially with the testy climate as of late. It was best, in her mind, to remain an unknown.
Eve ends up eyeing the detective sheepishly as he’s apparently put through the ringer by her answer.
“D.C.’s not all bad! There’s wonderful people there that I, frankly, wouldn’t be alive without them.”
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Revere
“I barely know the guy!”
“Something something ‘go big or go home’.”
“I think after going that big, you would have no choice but to go home.”
“You guys are just really weird sometimes. I just hope you’re not adding Behemoths to that list...”
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Sedated -- Hozier
Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't youCome and save me from itDarlin', don't you, join in, you're supposed toDrag me away from it
Any way to distract and sedateAdding shadows to the walls of the cave
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The Dreamer -- The Tallest Man on Earth
Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing birdAnd why can't that always beTossing aside from your birches crownJust enough dark to seeHow you're the light over me
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Precious -- Esperanza Spalding
Love me or leave me but please don't deceive meAnd say you love me how I amYou love the way I fit some idealNot the real woman you've yet to understandSee love ain't all heaven, and I am no angelBut I do the best I can
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I love this job, but it takes all of me.
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Make Them Hear You – Ragtime
And say to those who blame usFor the way we chose to fightThat sometimes there are battlesThat are more than black or white. And I could not put down my swordWhen justice was my right.Make them hear you.
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ALIAS[ES]: Sejii GENDER: female PLACE OF BIRTH: Mississippi SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English and a minuscule amount of second-hand German OCCUPATION: Receptionist DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Smokes LIKE[S]: VIDEO GAMES, rp, uhh, DND YEAH I FORGOT DISLIKE[S]: ???? ? idk man FEAR[S]: bees, cars PERSONALITY TRAITS: p chill but apparently is that one person people are always surprised is still alive DISORDERS?: General anxiety, ASD, and something else about depression that I don’t really remember HAIR COLOR: brown, naturally. But I dye it green. EYE COLOR: somewhere between green and grey HEIGHT: 5′2″ TATTOOS: None yet! PIERCINGS: nope SIBLING[S]: Two older sisters PARENT[S]: yes CHILDREN: pls no PET[S]: three lab mixes and a ball python ORIENTATION: Panromantic grey-ace RELATIONSHIP STATUS: been in a solid relationship for about 3 years now
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“Well, of course. All legends get a little bit trumped up in the end. I know one guy who insists you were over 8 feet tall and never had to use a gun because you had cinder blocks for fists.” Revere gave a chortle, she didn’t look like a slouch by any stretch of the imagination, but unless she was hiding some stilts and said cinder blocks under her coat there were a few discrepancies in that.
Revere could only shake his head, “The leader always gets the fame, no offense, but you convinced about everybody else who did it with you. You were the only one who thought it was a good idea of your own.”
There was a short pause, before he gave an understanding smile and added, “I respect that.”
“Oh, I got a ton of them, not many of them are as successful as your own. it depends, what type of story are you looking for?”
“It was a bit of an odd time, really.” The girl laughed, leaning back a little. “So many strange things happened, I wouldn’t be surprised if I grew to eight feet and got cinder-block hands.”
“You know what? How about the craziest shit you’ve had happened? Always good to start off there.”