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croathia

By Ivan Melnikov

#CRAFTED BY GODS x AESTHETIC.#STONE WALLS CANNOT HOLD MY HEART x WORLD BUILDING.

windypoplarsroom

Max Nonnenbruch

“Flora” (Detail–1892)

#SHE FLOWS LIKE SILK IN THE WIND x WARDROBE.#CRAFTED BY GODS x AESTHETIC.

velvetmotel-deactivated20211005

#CRAFTED BY GODS x AESTHETIC.

bebemoon

details of ‘crenaia, the nymph of the dargle’ (188o) by frederic leighton .

#SHE FLOWS LIKE SILK IN THE WIND x WARDROBE.#CRAFTED BY GODS x AESTHETIC.

bladesferocity:

Kayn turns his head, silently watching the woman beside her. She is soft, he knows this without even touching her. One look at her and he already knows she’s made of smooth skin and silk, and for a moment he’s envious. What’s it like to be so gentle? Not a single hateful bone in your body…? Mismatched eyes return to the sky, searching for the constellations he’s studied for so long. “I haven’t seen a sky like this in so long. You forget things like this exist sometimes.” He shrugged and let out a sigh. “You’re not afraid to be around someone like me?” He could add so much to that last sentence, but he lets it hang between them in the stillness.

into the winds her voice traveled, gentle as a hushed whisper, unspoken by lips ... rather, her mind pressed to his, an ethereal communication, overlapping ghosts in various languages and tongues smoothing over the dominant tone of a female voice. magic thrummed within her very being, it ran alight from her fingertips, it hummed deeply from the core of her mute vocal chords; an unsung melody.

“ these lands are stunning, it’s serene and beautiful ... i feel at home ” even though she had been raised elsewhere. she kept her eyes heavenward, and did not meet his mismatched gaze - though she felt his eyes upon her.

she wasn’t afraid of him, no. and she conveyed such with an unflinching resolve.

“ only if you give me a reason to be. ” though she had with her no etwahl, no divine instrument to amplify her magics, she did not feel fear. consider it a show of faith.

#SHE KNOWS NOT HER GODLY ORIGINS x IN CHARACTER.

bladesferocity

HE LAYS BACK, back against the warm grass as he watches the stars above him. It’s a beautiful summer night, and he doesn’t want to miss it.

etwahlian

she descended artfully, draped dress pooling till her soft silken form rested itself beside his. upon lush grass, she sighed out, muted lips hardly hindered in conveying the serenity of stargazing. the skies of ionia were akin to a dream; unfamiliar yet known, her starlight hues took in each glimmering light with quiet awe and reverie. the dark energy within the man beside her swirled in her mind’s eye, and yet the maiden was at peace regardless.

though she could hear the conflicted voices within him, his mind’s turmoil potent enough to taste, sona chose to await speech willingly offered to her.

#SHE KNOWS NOT HER GODLY ORIGINS x IN CHARACTER.#moshi moshi.

kafkasdiariies

St. Peter’s Basilica, Rome, Italy

#STONE WALLS CANNOT HOLD MY HEART x WORLD BUILDING.

beethovengibi-deactivated202006

#CRAFTED BY GODS x AESTHETIC.#sona writing elegant handcrafted letters with her fancy calligraphy set and her personalized wax seals --

not me adding that sona uses specific gestures & motions while she casts her magic much more like an interpretive dance rather than a mere cast of a spell ... she’s animated when she’s casting, & she plays the air around her akin to an instrument with or without etwahl present, as though plucking the magics from the winds itself.

it’s like bending, it requires her to channel her energies via her body, her motions, which must be fluid & flowing to properly cast ... the more mastery she gains, the less blatant the gestures need to be, but i imagine she enjoys the performative aspect of her magic. she would not quell it in favor of secrecy, less the situation demanded she remain discreet.

#headcanon.