‘ TAINTED TEARS.

[celedorei]

. *  👀 

[celedorei]

Expertly braids her hair. ♡

          HE BUGGED HER FOR TWO HOURS  ABOUT  IT  & .       somehow still didn’t take the hint even  after  she  threw  one  of  her       heels at him once her patience had run  thin    (  sober headaches were       NEVER  something  to  joke  about  on  this  ship  )   .    but  she  eventually       gave him permission once he let her have a second to  calm  down ,       & .  no  sooner  was  she  sitting  on   the   treaded   floor   carefully       organizing her  ＭＥＤＩＣＡＬ  ＳＵＰＰＬＹ with him  stacked  on       some boxes just behind her.  SHE WOULDN’T ADMIT IT,  but it gave at       least some relief  —-—  when he wouldn’t pull too hard,  earning       him a  ｓｌｉｇｈｔ  ｅｌｂｏｗ   to the shin when he’d laugh       over her complaints about it.

                    ❝ good thing when you said you wanted your fingers                        in  my  hair ,  it  wasn’t  for  what  ROCKET KEEPS                        BETTING ON . ❞

[celedorei]

❝ How is Arator? Is he well? I heard he took a fall off of his horse. You are taking care of him, aren't you? Sorry, sorry, I am sure I sound pushy—I am worried. ❞

          THE PRIESTESS IS PATIENT AS  THE  ARCHER  relays       her concerns in such a brief amount of time , it almost makes her own       thoughts  SWIM  TO  THE  SURFACE .   there’s a  slight  pause  from  the       blood  elf  as  ALLERIA  settles  herself down in her uneasiness the       more she speaks —-— a gentle hand lifted between them as though       to ｓｔａｙ the ren'dorei’s anxiety swelling in her chest.

                    ❝ your son is fine ,   ＬＡＤＹ  ＷＩＮＤＲＵＮＮＥＲ .                        the only scrapes he’s complained about are the ones                        on his plate armor —— something a simple polish                        could fix. ❞

[vanhelsiing]

@celedorei

  “you don’t PREACH the word of the christian god, do you?”  a blunt question, yet the unease in his eyes relayed just how much he’d begun to doubt the very god that had stolen everything from him, leaving him with only NIGHTMARES of ancient battles and horrific deaths.  a single glance is spared before he looks ahead again, “what do you preach?”

[celedorei]

          ❝  NOT ANYMORE  .  ❞   A QUICK ANSWER IS GIVEN  in       return ,  the slight of her words caught with the last of her wine -—--—-       chalice ｉｍｂｕｅｄ  with precious jewels the color of god's believed       chosen along the sides .     it's discarded rather rashly upon the table as       she begins to set up for her next patient  .    ❝  i've learned it's easier to       make  YOUR OWN MIRACLES -—-—-  but i doubt an agent of the       ＨＯＬＹ ＯＲＤＥＲ has  come  all  this  way  just  to  ask  if  i've  been       S A V E D .  .  .  ❞

[celedorei]

“ there was no way around this. ”

          THE SILVER LINING DOESN’T RIM ALONG   the   clouds       above   –—–—–   it sharpens itself along the arrow knocked into the       huntress’ bow,    the head readied to pierce into the  sin'dorei’s  heart       should she move.  dead  lined  themselves  around  them like borders        ——— the rallied cries of  HORDE  &.  ALLIANCE  now seeming       so distant, like echoes beneath the waves.   ❝ ＴＨＥＲＥ  ＷＡＳ, ❞

                    ❝ but it was only inevitable &. even ｙｏｕ know that. ❞

[celedorei]

. * CONTINUED FROM .

  A   BLESSING   SENT   FORTH   FROM   THE   HEAVENS   ;   PETER COULDN’T   BEGIN   TO   EXPRESS   gratitude when alie had shown up to peter’s apartment with an intention of WRANGLING the infamous quill twins ! both ren & alyssa had stopped whatever TROUBLE they were causing long enough to slam their little bodies into alie with exclamations of their excitement & adoration, and despite the EXHAUSTION that claimed peter’s face, he could not stop a smile from settling there as well. they loved when alie came over because she told the BEST stories, and at current moment? she was not disappointing.

            ren was settled ‘pon peter’s lap, alyssa far too excited with alie’s story to remain seated. her petite hand was BALLED in fist as she aided in alie’s story, and both ren and peter’s mouth were parted in manner of their EXCITEMENT.  ❛ hell yes someone should        die !  ❜ peter was the one to speak, forgetting, for the moment, that the story was for his kids, not him. but it appeared to matter little, for alyssa was nodding her head in agreement and leaning against alie’s legs.  ❛ yeah yeah ! someone’s head should get chopped off !  ❜ ren appeared mortified at such a thought, but alyssa was so loud in her determination for CONSEQUENCE at the end of the story, his opinion seemed to drown.

          THANK GOD FOR THEATRICS ,   AS  EVEN  SHE  DIDN'T       know how long he would've lasted had she not shown up. private pediatric       care was . . . a  ｆｏｒｅｉｇｎ  arrangement she still had to get use to       ——  but nonetheless,  she understood the reasoning behind it.   the first       day all three walked into her office,  peter ＦＬＵＳＨＥＤ ＰＡＬＥ at the       sight  of white walls  &.  paper - thin bedding more - so than the twins did.       BEST NOT TO ASK ,  she figured.  despite , she smiled wide at the knock       against her knees as two small bodies   ͨ ʳᵃˢʰᵉᵈ    into her ,  arms  draping       down to dual - hug.           soon,  the questions of new pretend adventures came  at  her  A  MILE  A       MINUTE  &.  of course , she'd start the story off simple —-— following their       father down the hall as the two  misfits  practically swung from her limbs --       until   the   heroine's   journey   of   violence  & .  enchantment   prompted       everybody to take a seat.  lyssie helped along the way,  shouting gleefully       at the questions alie would conjure on a whim  -—-—-  &.  it wasn't long       until  the  doctor  herself  presented  the  girl  to  the  stage beside her & .       motioned that the reigns of this story were now in her hands.   moving  to       a spot on the floor closer to the other two  quill's  as  their  new  presenter       hashed out the . . . questionable details  (  for her age  )  of  the  battle ,       alie took the time to do what she was originally here  for :  the  tired  ren ,       red  rimmed  around  his  eyes  while  his  skin  blanched  with  color .   a       sympathetic smile smoothed along her lips as she ran  a  hand  along  his       forehead -——- he was starting to burn up as peter mentioned nervously       over the phone ,  tonsils swollen as  she  felt  carefully  where  she  could       while he sank into his dad's arms &.  WHIMPERED .

                    ❝ i know, darling, i know. just sit here with dad &.                        i'll get you something to feel better, okay . . . ?? ❞

[celedorei]

‘ sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening. ’

          A  MOMENT  OF  STAND - STILL  IN  THE  HEAT   OF       celebration &.  the elf isn’t quite sure if such words were a reflection       SUNG  INTO  THE   WIND ,    to   go   unnoticed   &.   DROWN   IN   THE       MERRIMENT . whether it was intended or not , the priestess is aware       -——-  ＰＲＥＳＥＮＴ  &.  unmoving as a personal history floods       through    the    mind   in   such   truth   before   being  ｓｗｅｐｔ      ａｓｉｄｅ  by the sound of shattering pints.   does her own voice       carry with the tune of the lutes &. drums in the air ??                                                                     ᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ    .

                    ❝   .   .   .   .   perhaps . ❞

[celedorei]

plot twist: beau gives alie a forehead kiss instead. ^_^

          SHE KNOWS WHY IT’S  NEEDED  FOR  BOTH  their       sake,   she wasn’t a fool     —  but the priestess,  even still,  tries       to lighten the situation with the  MOST GENTLE CHUCKLE  she could       muster. her eyes  C L O S E   ———  a warm hand coming up to       take hold of the plated one at her cheek  but  ｎｏｔ  ｏｎｃｅ      ｔｈｉｎｋ  to move it.  she keeps it there,  thumb running over       the knuckles as the world  blurs  &.  they  just  seem  to   .   .   .       entwine their own reality together ,  LINGERING .

                    ❝ -——- this isn’t goodbye, my dear. ❞

[celedorei]

‘ breathe. ’

          IT FEELS LIKE  THE  ATMOSPHERE  HAS  FINALLY       taken itself to compress  &.  ＣＲＵＳＨ   her  beneath  it’s  very       weight  ;  she just can’t find it in her strength to fight against  it  &.       just  .   .   .  just  B R E A T H E  ———-  !!    the world is becoming      ｈａｚｅｄ in those glassy ,  wide pools as the red mask holds her       carefully in place despite her thrashing,   resisting    .     the tears,       however, fall at their own volition  -—-  a memory  SO   INGRAINED       into her fiber of being ,      it almost looks you could watch it in the       reflection  of   her   direct   stare.     •        •        •     she   nearly       springs   from   her   space   once   the   cycle   breaks  itself ,  air          ᵇᵘʳˢᵗ'ⁿᵍ ˡ'ᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵐ   through  her  lungs  as  she gasps  &.  clings       &.  HOLDS   WITH   SHAKING   HANDS .

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|| @celedorei​

                             “Miss Alie, please sit still. I’m nearly done.” It’s a miracle that he manages to be so clear when he has at least five bobby pins and a flower stuck in one corner of his mouth, but his fingers are still quick and sure where they loop over and around Alie’s hair. She had asked him if the rumors that fae could ‘do hair’ were true, and he had considered it a great honor to be able to put his talents to use, and here they were. A crown of intricate braids already draped back across her head, and he was in the process of finishing one and pinning it in place before he could complete the pattern. At least her hair was soft and well-maintained, making his job an easy pleasure, fingers grateful to have something to focus on as they twirled through the platinum strands. 

[celedorei]

          IT WAS HARD TO SIT STILL WHEN BOOK   parchment       is now flipped back  & .  forth ｕｓｅｌｅｓｓｌｙ  at this point.       her bristling frustration made sudden movements ,  BUT SHE MADE SURE       to apologize with a soft  pat  against  one  of  his  arms  behind  her.       if anything was able to keep her  cool ,   ˢ ᵒ ᵐ ᵉ ᵒ ᶰ ᵉ   playing  with       her hair certainly extended the  fuse  of  her  ＴＥＭＰＥＲ   -—-—       even with the few flares,   here &. there.   she   LOATHED   this  new       form of business they’d agreed into  -—-—-  at - home treatments ,       requiring time  ,  patience  ,   &.   .   .   .   SOBRIETY, unfortunately.

                    ❝    •      •     •    sorry ,  darling. ❞

[celedorei]

ALL   B E A U T I F U L   YOU  ARE ,   MY  DEAR   !!       •         •         •       THERE   IS   NOT   A   ｆｌａｗ   WITHIN   YOU   .   *   ©

[celedorei]

. * ＯＬＹＭＰＩＡＮ ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣＳ: ａｌｉｅｄｒｉａ  ｓｉｌｖｅｒｄａｗｎ

APHRODITE.          laughter-loving, sweet smiles, DRESSED IN SILK &. SATIN, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, UN-APOLOGETICALLY SEXUAL, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, STIRRER OF PASSION, CUNNING CONCEALED BY PAINTED LIPS, SECRET DAGGERS, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, FLIRTACIOUS WINKS, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, THIS IS HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER, WANTS TO BE ADORNED, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO.            glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, BEING MADE OF GOLD, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, BATHING IN THE SUNLIGHT, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, TASTING LIKE SUNSHINE, HEALING TOUCH, speaking in prophecies, SMILE MINGLED WITH WRATH, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, SLEEPS NAKED, ARROW TO THE HEART, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account

ARES.            armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, SOFT SPOT FOR CHILDREN, gives piggyback rides, SCARRED BODY, blood on their hands and face, WILLING TO FIGHT THE WORLD FOR THE ONES THEY LOVE, fights against injustice, WARM HUGS, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, FEAR IS A PRISON, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, EXHAUSTED, DAMAGED GOODS, FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH, RED ROSES, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS.            keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, PIERCING EYES, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, PROTECTING THEIR KIN, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, POPPING EGOS, PATIENCE ON 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA.            DISCERNING GAZE, UNREADABLE FACE, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, STOIC STATUES, pottery classes

DEMETER.            soil-covered hands, SMILE THAT CAN BLOOM FLOWERS, SKIN LOVED BY THE SUN, BEING THE MOM - FRIEND, CAN LIFT YOU &. YOUR FRIENDS, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, LEAVES RUSTLING IN THE WIND, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, HEART AS STRONG AS A MOUNTAIN, VALUES SIMPLICITY, daisies dotted across a collarbone, CURLS CROWNED WITH FLOWERS, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS.            drunk shitposter, ON THEIR SIXTH GLASS OF WINE BEFORE YOU’VE EVEN FINISHED YOUR SECOND, SEDUCTIVE SMIRKS, UNTAMED CURLS, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, CREEPING VINES, INSPIRING LOYALTY, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, SHATTERED CHANDELIERS WITH BROKEN GLASS SCATTERED ACROSS THE WINE - SPILLED FLOOR, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS.            the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, FLAME BURNING IN THEIR EYES, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ASHES, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, WRESTLES WITH BITTERNESS, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, PAIN IS FUEL, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA.            resting bitch face, DRESSED TO THE NINES, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, LOVING &. HATING FIERCELY, hand clutching a string of pearls, LARGE CHANDELIER WITH GLITTERING CRYSTALS, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, ROMANCE TO REALISM, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, FILES THAT UNDER FUCK IT, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, LIKE THEIR SELFIE OR YOU’RE GROUNDED, KNOWS 57 WAYS TO MURDER A MAN, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, MARBLE &. GOLD

HERMES.            DEVIL - MAY - CARE SMILE, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, LONG DRIVES ON THE HIGHWAY, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON.            STORM WITH SKIN, colorful coral reefs, WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THE SHORE, STROKING THE FUR OF A CAT, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, HANDWRITING THAT FLOWS ACROSS THE PAGE, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, VELVETY singing VOICE THAT HAUNTS YOUR DREAMS, MOOD AS EVER - CHANGING AS THE SEA, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS.            THUNDER IN THEIR HEART, running on coffee, flash of lightning, ( UN ) NATURAL CHARISMA, ELOQUENCE, BADASS IN A NICE SUIT, aficionado of history, FORCE OF NATURE, LENNY FACE, NIGHTMARE - FILLED NIGHTS, PROUD ARM AROUND THEIR LOVER’S WAIST, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, TECHNICIAN ON THE PIANO, MAINTAINS ORDER, strong handshake, JUGGLING MULTIPLE EVENTS ON THEIR BUSY SCHEDULE WITH EASE, expensive watch

[patrict-moved-deactivated201903]

this  game  of  close  proximity  charades  his  not  his  forte.  he’s  regarded  as  a  tactical  genius,  the  ideal  outcome  of  special  forces  soldiers     –     he  operates  with  a  sufficiency  that  earns  him  plenty,  can  make  tight  quarter  calls  with  an  unparalleled  quickness   .  .  .   but  this  is  new  territory,  this  is  his  fatal  flaw.  if  the  signals  got  any  louder,  they’d  be  punching  him  directly  in  the  face,  and  yet  all  he  can  do  is  linger  in  the  sound  of  shared  breathing  space  and  subtle  shift  in  weight  over  floor  that  dictates  bodies  teetering  closer  and  closer  and  closer.  and  it’s  nothing  personal,  he  just  doesn’t  do  the  affection  thing  like  he  should,  and  the  concept   -   this  concept   -   is  new  in  a  sense.  tensed  jaw,  he  can  feel  himself  gravitate  forward  slightly,  hands  moving  to  rest  over  the  sides  of  his  counterpart’s  neck  in  an  awkwardly  decided  gesture  masked  in  something  careful.

how  bad  could  it  be   –   how  bad  could  it  really  be.  the  universe  has  those  flashing  arrows  going  off,  right ?  the  entire  concept  presents  itself  at  his  feet,  and  he  trudges  forward  still,  until  the  simple  audio  of  breath  becomes  something  more  physical  along  the  broad  expanse  of  his  face     –     and  phone  begins  to  buzz  quiet  angrily  in  its  place  along  his  belt,  hands  dropping  almost  instantly.      ❛   god  damnit,  hold  that  thought.   ❜

mutuals  only,  please.

[celedorei]

          WHAT COULD SHE SAY  ,   ❛  PUSHING BUTTONS  ❜       practically put itself in it's own category on her resume  -—-—-  he       knew that.  but when he didn't push back   ??   didn't  put  her  on       unsteady feet with her in those fucking heels again,  as usual ??       the DEVIL - MAY - CARE smile faded out as quickly as it had come to       fruition,   the seconds  warping  together  tightening  a  knot  in  her       stomach she couldn't lessen.

          ❛  ＰＬＡＹ   ＴＨＥ   ＰＡＲＴ     ;       ｍａｋｅ     ｎｉｃｅ   ,       BUT GET THE JOB DONE  ❜   that was their order  ——  WALLER'S       order, &. who'd go against  T H A T  steeled front ??   not even  ᵗʰᵉ       ᵈᵉᵛᶤˡ  would  ,  that's for sure .    the   two  weren't  exactly   .   .   .        enemies,  but they weren't friends, either.   she was the  VIPER IN THE       EAGLE’S NEST ,   & .   nothing of that partnership could tenderize into       something genuine .     ❛    ʷ ᵉ  ᵃ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ' ᵗ  ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ˡ    ❜   doesn't  even       make it over her tongue  ,   it's held with a breath where his fingers       grace along her throat.     but thank all of  HIGH HEAVEN  she's       saved by the bell,  &.  the bottom of her whiskey glass was looking       better than she'd remembered.   she's away from him —-— out of       reach &. flushed for the first time.   she doesn't want to look back ,       not with the rest of that  J A M E S O N  screaming her name.

[celedorei]

(  5  ) ＶＩＮＥＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＢＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＭＵＳＥ.

001. WHAT'S THAT LIKE  ??  (  3:28  -  3:34  )

002. SECRETS ABOUT OURSELVES .

003. WOW , FINALLY  .  (  4:37  -  4:42  )

004. I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND  .  (  1:56  -  2:00  )

005. I LOVE GETTING COMPLIMENTS LIKE THIS  .  (  6:35  -  6:41  )

snatched from : punchesback ♡ tagging : this was honestly so much fun , i highly encourage everyone to do this !!

[elataanarchive]

               ❛     I dunno what you’re talkin’ about ————— it wasn’t me. ❜

[celedorei]

          ❝ cool , but this ＰＯＬＡＲＯＩＤ says different. ❞

[celedorei]

      ‹ YOU'RE NEXT !! ›

     LAUGHTER WAS THE BEST CURE TO MOST MENTAL AILMENTS , and it breached the confines of the milano with joyful tune, only to be silenced when her lips brushed up against his ( much to his surprise )   !    flickering eyes would flutter, but would not shut in time before such moment had come to pass and then it was OVER. boyish grin was quick to claim his lips.   ❛  heh ———– you just kissed me that’s so weird. you just kissed me i’m tellin’ the others! rocket owes me twenty credits!! ❜

      ❝ ——— WHAT . ❞

               CURLS FLIP  SHARPLY  TO  SMACK  AGAINST             her back like a whip   ,    offense starting to broil beneath her             cheeks into the ｒｏｓｉｅｓｔ   of  hues,   ears   &.   eyes             now shivs of   ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᶤʳᵉ    .     she's pushing at his limp body to             get off her,   but dead weight proves itself against her  .  .  .             for now. that doesn't lessen her fury , though , only fuels it.

                        ❝ that goddamn CHEAPSKATE !!    get up ,    peter ,                            i'm  gonna  ring  that   cur's   ass   into   a  S O C K                             -———————- ＴＷＥＮＴＹ ? ! ? ! ?  ❞

[celedorei]

      ‹ QUILL ›

                            ❛    what the hell kinda kiss is that?    ❜ his tongue darted out to lick the ENTIRETY of her palm in retaliation, a childish pout gracing youthful expression. still he REFUSED to move.  ❛   you’re gross. ❜

          ECK —— !!       SHE DOESN’T HESITATE TO WIPE       said spit on his shirt  OR  huff down at him.   throwing her paper to       the  side   ,   she  shakes  her   head   with   a   stare   that   says       ❛ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ  ｒｉｄｉｃｕｌｏｕｓ ❜ .    there's  a  quick       shift —-— a second of TOUSLED CURLS &. FLIPPANT EYE ROLLS,       &. but she's holding him carefully to press her mouth gently       against his.          •           •           •           •           •           •                                                                ＯＫＡＹ ,  she’s done.