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INVISIBLE CITY - ( 2021 - ) └ Episode 01 | Wish You Were Here
“Luna?” “Hi, dad.”
if i had to assign silvhen a tiktok audio it would be “she knocked that smug look off my face. but luckily, i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath”
not-born-heroes:
“So I have heard…” He holds still while letting the elf ‘explore’ his wound. It was not terribly deep, thankfully, though still needed attending to ensure it would not get infected.
“Tevinter has taken many things from the ancient elves. Some proudly, others they simply tried to pass off as their own.” The knowledge of Arcane Warriors, as it turned out, was one of the things that the Imperium proudly boasted as having stolen. They didn’t get it all right of course, Xerxes was sure of that. Much was undoubtedly lost in translation or simply to time.
“I’m sure she performs them much more cleanly than myself.”
‘ cleanly isn’t the right word. just... differently. the bones are the same, but the dressing is different. does that make sense? ’
the wound seems to be clean, so they heal it with a pass of their palm, then reach for their pack. he hates taking lyrium potions, but has quickly learned that it’s better than being caught low on mana when another fight inevitably happens. ‘ we focus on preservation of technique and history, the way things were. my sister always says that we’re missing opportunities for innovation by refusing to let our practices evolve. ’ fellenaste understands where lanathara is coming from, but they understand the need and desire for preservation, too.
‘ i suppose the tevinter version has evolved over the years. that would explain the difference, yes? ’
silvhen, pulling out a guitar: so anyway, here’s wonderwall fellenaste: i’m disowning you. as soon as i’m made keeper i’m exiling you from the clan. you’re dead to me.
On the tenderness and domesticity of love.
In the kitchen, Helena janenic// Celine Sciamma// Slow Dance, Kerry James Marshall// Pretty lips, winehouse// In Bed, The Kiss, Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec// iloveyou, between friends// dance in the country, Renoir// having a coke with you, Frank O'Hara// Lovers in the Snow, Suzuki Harunobu// I will, mistki//
The Green Knight (2021)
‘ you use elven techniques when you cast, did you know? ’ fellenaste’s hands light up a soft blue as he probes with his magic at a cut on xerxes’s arm . the other members of their little expedition — soldiers whose names he keeps forgetting — finish cleaning up the remnants of the fight, piling bodies to be burned. a strange burial custom, but what does he know? ‘ my keeper uses a lot of the same spells when she fights. ’
@not-born-heroes / fellenaste & xerxes
‘ i heard you’re a sailor. ’ eirlana’s rarely the type to approach strangers, but silvhen has been encouraging her to make more friends, and the other healers don’t really speak to her outside of work. ‘ is it exciting? i had never been on a real ship before we left the free marches, but the most interesting part of that trip was my brother getting seasick the entire time. ’ poor fellenaste.
@not-born-heroes // eirlana & linus
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“ah, i well i wasn’t too worried about it. i’ve gotten some bad cuts over the years,” he said. the elven woman, whose name he cannot remember for the life of him is ducking her head and won’t look at him, how strange. “thank you. i will be sure to do so. like i said, it isn’t my first time doing this sort of thing.” he slid off of the table. “ah! the inquisitor. i suppose you must know her better if you’re on a first name basis. and that is true…though i’m not sure why she would tell you. but i’ll try it thank you.” he took the liquid vial in his hand.
after a brief , puzzled moment , eirlana remembers that most people have no reason to know her relationship to their herald of andraste . not even the commander . ‘ yes , ’ she says , ‘ i’m her sister eirlana , sir . younger sister . i wouldn’t be surprised if she hadn’t mentioned me . she’s always been the sort to keep her mind firmly on her work . ’ there isn’t a hint of condemnation in her voice , rather warmth & understanding . she’s always understood her sister’s singular focus , and it’s never bothered her .
DAUGHTER LYRIC STARTERS
‘ pick it all up and start again. ’ ‘ you’ve got a second chance. you could go home, escape it all. ’ ‘ you could still be what you want to. ’ ‘ you’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful brain. ’ ‘ we’re setting fire to our insides for fun. ’ ‘ we are the reckless, we are the wild youth. ’ ‘ i’ve lost it all. i’m just a silhouette, a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget. ’ ‘ my eyes are damp from the words you left ringing in my head when you broke my chest. ’ ‘ you caused it. ’ ‘ i want all that is not mine. ’ ‘ i want him, but we’re not right. ’ ‘ in the darkness, i will meet my creators, and they will all agree that i’m a suffocator. ’ ‘ what a mess i leave to follow. ’ ‘ sometimes i wish i’d stayed inside my mother, never to come out. ’ ‘ take me away into the night. ’ ‘ i’ll do whatever you say to me in the dark. ’ ‘ you’re too old to be so shy. ’ ‘ i have brittle bones, it seems; i bite my tongue and torch my dreams. ’ ‘ we both know i’ll never be your lover. i only bring the heat: company under covers, filling space in your sheets. ’ ‘ this is torturous. ’ ‘ i want you so much. ’ ‘ i want you so much, but i hate your guts. ’ ‘ wipe away your tear stains. i thought you said you didn’t feel pain? ’ ‘ i don’t know what we’re doing. ’ ‘ i don’t know what we’ve done. ’ ‘ i think we should run. ’ ‘ i won’t tell my mother, it’s better she doesn’t know. ’ ‘ we’ll just keep each other as safe as we can. ’ ‘ will you stay with me for another day? ’ ‘ will you stay with me until we’re old and gray? i don’t want to be alone when these bones decay. ’ ‘ we are what we are. ’ ‘ we don’t need excuses for the scars from our mothers. ’ ‘ i pray aloud for you. ’
RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns, etc.
‘ do not choose sides yet. it is still to your advantage to remain impartial. ’ ‘ unfortunately for me, it doesn’t always come down to fisticuffs. ’ ‘ if only i could cut him open and peel him back and crawl inside this second skin, then I could relive that last mile again: reborn, wild-eyed, free. ’ ‘ it could have been so beautiful—you scout out the road ahead and i will watch your back, how it was and how it will be, memory and fantasy. ’ ‘ i’m tired of looking at the back of your head. ’ ‘ they are the same and they are not the same. they are the same and they hate each other for it. ’ ‘ o, how he loves you, darling boy. ’ ‘ he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him. ’ ‘ look—it looks like a star. ’ ‘ you can tell that they have forgotten about god, and they are very hungry. ’ ‘ open the door. ’ ‘ can the heart escape? does love even care? ’ ‘ we believe in you. ’ ‘ there is no danger. ’ ‘ who do you love? ’ ‘ take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest, holding onto it and not letting git go. now let it go. ’ ‘ i will come back from the dead for you. ’ ‘ we used to dream about them. we used to do a lot of things. ’ ‘ he was not dead yet, not exactly. ’ ‘ i’ll call you darling, hold you tight. ’ ‘ all night i stretched my arms across you, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone: please keep him safe. ’ ‘ yes, i do believe your mouth is heaven, your kisses falling over me like stars. ’ ‘ we laugh, and it pits the world against us. we laugh, and we’ve got nothing left to lose. ’ ‘ here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. here are the illuminated cities at the center of me. ’ ‘ I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire. ’ ‘ i woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. ’ ‘ tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. ’ ‘ the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. ’ ‘ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ’ ‘ tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife carved the likeness of his lover’s face into the motel wall. I like him and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought. ’ ‘ there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. ’ ‘ he had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with him—green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool—you could drown in those eyes, i said. ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted. ’ ‘ but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, and a bottle of pills. ’ ‘ try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ’
hcroesjcurney:
“oh yes, you know how much glory comes with the tireless gathering of elfroot,” she teased back. she knew that he was teasing her, a jovial connection from childhood. “there is isn’t? i would imagine that there would be a huge demand for meat. though i suppose lady montilyet orders it all,” lady montilyet had more than enough to order it, but she couldn’t help but miss the gamey taste of meat that she had grown up with. “we were kids! or was that the time when i was fourteen? but still it was a long time ago.”
‘ perhaps i should rephrase : even the inquisiton’s relative goodwill toward the people doesn’t quite accommodate two dalish elves outshining the human hunters , so i’ve left my mother to the task . she’s probably showing up some orlesian as we speak . ’ he’d worry whether the clan is doing alright , with two hunters gone , but frankly , ferona trained half of lavellan’s hunters . they’ll be fine . ‘ you know , the fact that you have to ask which occasion i mean tells me that i don’t feel nearly guilty enough about it . . . i did mean when we were fourteen , though . i forgot about when we were kids . ’
‘ I WOULDN’T WORRY TOO MUCH about the wound , commander . ’ eirlana finishes her bandaging , smiling a little even as she ducks her head ( as though to hide her face behind her hair , which is pinned carefully back ) . ‘ come back tomorrow to have the bandages changed , and you’ll be good as new . shouldn’t get infected as long as we keep it clean . oh ! and . . . ’ she turns for a moment to another table , scooping up a vial and offering it to him . ‘ lana — er , the inquisitor mentioned that you were suffering from headaches ? didn’t say why , but this is an old dalish remedy . should ease your pain . ’
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