𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏　∕　𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘

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𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬        chamberlain.       INTRO   &   THREADS . 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐞         handmaiden / guard.          INTRO   &   THREADS . 𝐳𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮         lady of crysala.           INTRO   &   THREADS .

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‘ i’m fine, it ….. it isn’t my blood. ’

‘   I   was   worried   about   you   my   lady,   ’   they   comfort   the   other,   as   digits   wrap   around   them   in   warmth.   tears   are   unable   to   surface   given   the   delirious   nature   they   were   in.   sleep   evaded   them   far   too   many   times   to   count.   the   past   couple   of   days   bleeding   into   one   another.   however,   they   find   their   comfort,   as   they   nurture   the   woman   that   they   had   vowed   to   protect.   ‘   my   lady,   where   have   you   been   ?   i’ve   been   looking   for   you   ...   and   was   afraid   to   speak   to   our   lord   about   your   whereabouts,   ’   they   return,   continuing   to   hold   the   other   close,   ‘   you   must   have   seen   far   too   much   ...   and   I   am   sorry   I   couldn’t   shield   you   from   it.   ’  

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‘ that won’t be the last of them. ’ ( ophelia & zehra )

‘   you   speak   as   if   I   do   not   know   that   already,   ’   she   returns,   with   hues   resting   on   her   beloved   child   playing   in   the   distance.   sprightly   hues   filled   with   promises   of   a   prosperous   tomorrow,   but   still   plagued   with   what   happened   at   the   banquet.   yet,   she   has   learned   from   her   mother   ...   and   that   is   to   remain   unfettered.   hues   look   to   the   other,   as   she   sits   atop   the   stone   bench.   ‘   but,   I   can   only   hope   when   they   do   come   ...   we   will   be   better   prepared.   still,   it   is   only   a   bullish   notion,   ’   she   offers,   as   her   attention   returns   to   her   youngest   daughter.  

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‘ this place isn’t safe anymore. ’ ( mina & adeena )

'   it   hasn't   been   for   many   nights   now,   princess,   '   she   returns,   strumming   the   brush   through   silvery   locks.   hues   resting   on   mina’s   wintry   tresses,   as   she   seems   to   be   anything   but   herself.   a   tender   expression   lies   at   her   features,   placing   the   brush   back   on   mina's   vanity.   '   I   recall   what   you   had   told   me   that   night   at   the   banquet   ...   don't   trust   anyone.   yet,   my   heart   has   grown   even   heavier   on   the   notion   of   whether   there   is   anyone   that   I   can   truly   trust   here,   '   the   words   eluding   her   lips   somewhat   sorrowful,   '   yet,   this   place   is   the   only   place   I   have   ...   crysala   has   been   taken   and   there   is   no   telling   when   it   will   be   returned.   '

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‘ you know our code of practice forbids us to speak of our work. ’ ( danya & inej )

'   and   what   are   you   in   implying   ?   '   they   question,   as   the   goblet   rest   at   chapped   lips.   the   content   ever   strong,   burning   the   moment   it   touches   their   lips   ...   yet,   it   is   fading   given   it   was   their   third   cup   already.   '   what   have   I   done   to   infringe   on   what   we   were   taught   at   the   academy   ?   I   did   as   I   was   taught.   I   protected   my   people   ...   and   your   nonsensical   king   and   his   children,   and   have   remained   compliant.   so,   what   makes   you   think   I   have   done   such   ?   '   words   elude   their   lips   with   ease,   with   a   hint   of   vexation   in   their   tone.

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‘ you should see a healer. ’

'   I   do   not   wish   to   take   up   their   time,   '   she   counters,   wincing   slightly   with   each   swathe   of   the   cloth.   the   nurses   hands   were   ever   proficient,   as   she   watched   the   other.   still,   she   is   in   pain,   but   it   is   a   faint   pain.   something   she   has   learned   to   welcome   over   the   coming   days   prior   to   their   tragedy.   a   tender   expression   plays   at   her   features,   as   she   thanks   the   nurse   who   tended   to   her.   hues   looking   up   to   her   companion,   as   slender   digits   gently   entwine   with   elise's   own.   '   don't   worry,   '   she   reassures,   resting   umber   hues   on   those   around   them,   '   though   it   will   take   longer   to   heal,   my   wounds   aren't   as   pressing   as   most.   '  

[warbornhq]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐇𝐐     [   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   ]  .

   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    feel free to change as needed .

‘ you know our code of practice forbids us to speak of our work. ’

‘ answer me unofficially, briefly and clearly: did you know? ’

‘ oh, what’s the point of explaining, you wouldn’t understand anyway. ’

‘ i’m not in the habit of lying. ’

‘ quiet. lower your voice. someone might hear you. ’

‘ you don’t deserve the air you breath. ’

‘ you lie, you keep secrets. how am i supposed to believe you. ’

‘ do you know how many people died? ’

‘ if only you could tell between friend of threat. do you even know the difference anymore? ’

‘ this place isn’t safe anymore. ’

‘ the only thing you know how to do is run. ’

‘ unchecked kings start massacres. ’

‘ i’m fine, it ….. it isn’t my blood. ’

‘ you should see a healer. ’

‘ you left me behind. ’

‘ you left me there to die. ’

‘ you should have never survived. ’

‘ it should have been you instead. ’

‘ how could you do this? ’

‘ it looks worse than it is. i’m sure it will be gone in a few days. ’

‘ i always keep my promises. ’

‘ for someone who has lived such a short time, you show an astounding disdain for death. ’

‘ the world is changing. something is coming to an end. ’

‘ it’s simple. i don’t trust you anymore. ’

‘ i risked my life for you! ’

‘ we’re going to change the world. ’

‘ i thought the world was coming to an end. ’

‘ where were you? we were fighting for our lives and you were no where to be seen. ’

‘ i was lost without you. ’

‘ all magic comes with a price. ’

‘ why couldn’t you just leave it alone? ’

‘ that won’t be the last of them. ’

ooc notes

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[angiemcalisters]

Medalion Rahimi in NCIS: New Orleans, season 5 episode 7 “Sheepdog” (2018)

[gcldcrcwn]

bornstorms​:

          it  had  been  another  long  evening  of  meetings,  talks  of  the  ottolan  capture  of  crysala  and  the  safety  of  their  people.  though  he  has  no  reason  to  do  so,  osiris  can’t  stop  from  blaming  himself  for  not  being  there  when  they  needed  him.  it’s  something  that  plagues  his  thoughts  even  as  he  finds  himself  thankful  for  his  family’s  safety,  a  small  comfort  and  yet  it  is  a  comfort  all  the  same.  pushing  open  the  door  to  their  room,  he’s  not  surprised  to  find  his  wife  already  there,  soothing  their  youngest  into  an  eventual  slumber.  stela  certainly  got  her  stubborn  inability  to  fall  asleep  quickly  from  her  father,  who  was  prone  to  lie  awake  for  ages  before  sleep  would  even  considering  taking  him.  at  the  confirmation  that  he  hadn’t  been  interrupting  zehra’s  attempts,  osiris  found  himself  entering  further,  door  shutting  softly  behind  him  while  he  gazed  at  their  daughter  fondly.     ❝  she’s  faced  far  too  much  excitement  and  chaos  these  last  few  days,  ❞     he  murmured  with  a  hint  of  a  smile,     ❝  i  would  find  sleep  eluding  me,  as  well.  ❞     still,  the  lord  sighed  at  his  wife’s  questions,  a  hand  dragged  down  his  face  in  exhaustion.     ❝  there  is  nothing  definitive  yet,  though  i  hope  they  have  not  probed  too  far  if  the  ottolans  have  dragons  at  their  command.  ❞     he  reached  for  her  hand,  giving  it  a  gentle,  reassuring  squeeze.     ❝  the  king  is  kind  enough  to  grant  us  sanctuary  until  it  is  safe  enough  to  return  to  our  home.  i  promise  i  will  aim  for  that  to  be  sooner  rather  than  later.  ❞

'   she   has   witnessed   it   all,   but   she   is   still   just   as   resilient   as   her   father,   ’   she   confides,   trying   to   lighten   up   the   situation.   yet,   she   feels   even   more   at   fault.   her   children   weren’t   supposed   to   witness   war   so   young   ...   recalling   how   her   own   father   would   bring   the   stench   of   it   to   their   threshold.   he   beckoned   her   brothers   to   join   in   on   the   calamity,   but   the   battlefield   was   never   for   the   weak   of   heart.   she   recalls   the   events   clearly   that   led   to   her   younger   brother’s   demise   ...   dark   hues   are   now   resting   on   her   child,   as   she   feels   him   grow   closer.   the   words   that   elude   his   lips   cause   a   slight   trepidation   in   her   heart,   ‘   and   by   probed   far   ?   you   mean   our   home   and   our   garden   ?   ’   she   queries.   the   garden   was   a   place   she   took   great   pride   in   managing.   it   held   memories   from   her   first   time   in   crysala   right   down   to   stela   taking   her   first   steps.   the   very   imagery   of   it   burning   would   be   a   harsh   reality,   but   it   was   only   plagued   with   ifs.   still,   she   appears   composed,   ‘   and   what   of   our   people   and   the   other   nobles   there   ?   do   we   know   if   they’re   safe   ...   yet   ?   ’   questions   eluding   her   lips   like   a   wildfire.   however,   the   feeling   of   his   rough   hand   enveloping   her   own,   somehow   causes   her   to   ease   herself.   a   soft   expression   plagues   her   features,   ‘   I   just   don’t   wish   to   remain   here   as   guests   for   too   long.   ’   walochonia   is   no   foreigner   to   her,   but   it   wasn’t   home.   she   welcomes   him,   as   lithe   digits   entwine   with   his.   ’   does   sleep   still   elude   you,   my   lord   ?   ’   bringing   her   free   hand   to   rest   against   his   temples   soon   after,   ‘   I   believe   there   is   a   vrajitt   with   the   ability   to   induce   sleep   present,   if   you   wish   for   a   quick   slumber   ...   or   maybe   I   should   prepare   some   tea   to   ease   your   restlessness   ?   ’  

[westworldedits]

Maeve’s white dress 💮

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midniightspecial​:   

ophelia remained silent for much of their journey through the tunnels and out of the palace. normally she wasn’t the type to hold her tongue , but her mind was plagued with worries , fears for her crew and the constant want for battle she felt as a pirate. not that she relished the searing heat of the dragons’ attacks , but it was true that ophelia felt most at ease in the midst of battle. still , she couldn’t leave this gentle flower to her own survival , and so on they went , finally finding themselves in the woods beyond which felt like a graveyard awaiting baptism. “ this is the reality of battle. i’m sure he earned a most valiant death , and for that he will go on to his afterlife stronger and with great respect. ” she shrugged , though ophelia knelt to no god , she believed with all her might that something lay beyond all of this , she had to. “ if he did , they will be found. once the dragons are defeated. ”

‘   but,   must   the   reality   of   battle   take   the   lives   of   the   innocent   ?   ’   she   queries,   as   she   covers   the   body   of   the   deceased.   kindly   digits   moving   across   every   fold   to   smooth   it   out   giving   them   some   sense   of   easement   in   death.   yet,   she   can   only   feel   the      smoldering   tears   burn   her   cheeks,   as   they   are   already   scolded   from   the   night   before.   yet,   she   can’t   help   that   her   thoughts   drift,   ruminating   on   what   could   have   been   done   to   prevent   this.   was   the   king   so   bent   on   the   notion   that   only   he   needed   protection   when   he   threw   this   party   ?   ....   she   resents   him   for   the   most   part,   but   found   that   other’s   words   spoke   the   truth   just   the   same.   ‘   may   he   find   peace   in   death,   ’   she   muttered   after.   her   frame   standing,   as   two   soldiers   took   him   away.   umber   hues   glance   over   her   shoulder,   as   there   is   a   soft,   tired   expression   at   features.   she   knows   little   of   the   dragons   that   revealed   themselves   prior,   but   could   their   king   defeat   them   ?   she   definitely   had   her   doubts.   ‘   when   they   are   defeated   ?   by   that   time   ...   transvada   will   be   a   grave   site   for   all   it’s   people,   ’   she   deduces,   stepping   closer   to   the   other,   ‘   and   when   that   happens   they   will   take   the   sea   next   ...   and   then   distant   lands.   ’

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warricrbcrn​:

many people aren’t themselves as of late, and alix is precisely one of those people. she’s drained, both mentally and physically. her powers would help put together the castle again, but her powers screamed for a break she felt guilty for giving. “i’d say that’s a safe assumption.” alix hardly cared, she was too tired to be bothered at sharing her space. “you don’t snore, do you? talk in your sleep?” might as well make some light of the situation. “i supposedly do the latter, though i’ve been told it’s never too loud.” and the source was her old army friend that liked to tease her, so it could be a total lie. 

they   can’t   help   the   scuff   that   evades   their   lips   at   the   other’s   inquiries.   their   head   still    resting   against   the   stony   wall,   as   they   pull   their   legs   to   their   chest.   ‘   I   think   my   snoring   or   sleep   talking   should   be   the   least   of   your   concern,   ’   they   infer,   as   a   soft   sigh   escapes   their   lips,   ‘   but,   no.   ’   they   confess,   but   was   it   meant   to   be   humorous   to   the   other   ?   after   all,   the   day   before   they   were   both   fighting   ...   fighting   for   their   lives   and   their   people.   yet,   they   are   a   light   sleeper   ...   the   very   sound   of   a   feather   could   easily   awaken   them   from   their   slumber,   as   it   came   with   being   a   vrajiit   ...   better   to   be      prepared   than   to   not   be   were   the   words   that   would   elude   their   father’s   lips   ...   a   message   they   heeded.   a   snicker   falls   from   her   lips   at   the   other   response,   as   their   dark   hues   rest   on   them   for   a   moment.   ‘   well,   I   take   it   I   am   the   one   who   will   have   to   endure   suffrage,   ’   digits   racking   through   their   locks,   slightly   piqued.   however,   it   is   brief,   as   they   chuckle.   ‘   well,   this   little   exchange   wasn’t   as   cumbrous   as   I   had   expected,   ’   they   confessed,   ‘   but,   I   guess   it’s   inevitable   given   our   current   living   conditions.   ’   

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warricrbcrn​:

titus sighed, a weary noise so unlike the assassin. it seemed so many were breaking the masquerade of false confidence or charm, and titus was among them. he couldn’t force himself to do anything more than perhaps find his own bed. “i’m not, in fact.” he’d gotten stabbed, but that’d been healed away not too long after it happened. and titus was still annoyed it’d happened in the first place. “i’d hate to take the space of the wounded.” he said honestly, confirming that he would in fact, be gone before any injured was brought in. an eyebrow cocked at her statement, and she was far from wrong. but it confirmed that titus had been a bit too close to mina lately. “i’m not one of her guards, though i hear that’s one rumor as to why i’m at her side.” he knew them all, and most only served to amuse him.

‘   well,   it   seems   you   are   in   the   wrong   place   then,   ’   she   quips,   given   the   words   that   eluded   his   lips   next.   they   both   beyond   the   need   for   healers,   but   there   were   still   many   who   weren’t   able   to   be   mended   from   the   prior   attack.   yet,   she   doesn’t   delve   given   she   wanted   to   be   rid   of   the   imagery   that   plagued   her   thoughts.   the   visual   very   well   a   nightmare   that   had   come   and   gone,   but   waited   in   the   wings   to   come   again.   hues   evade   him,   as   she   looks   to   the   flickering   flames.   a   smile   creeping   up   onto   her   lips   for   a   moment,   ‘   I   am   not   as   flinty   as   most   down   here,   so   do   ease   your   mind,   ’   trying   to   provide   him   with   succor   for   a   moment.   her   frame   leaving   the   threshold,   as   digits   start   to   unfold   the   pile   of   sheets   ...   welcoming   the   smell   of   fresh   linen   into   the   stony   room.   spreading   out   one   to   lay   atop   one   of   the   beds,   she   gives   him   a   side   glance   before   they   returned   to   the   sheets.   ‘   and   a   rumor   it   shall   remain   then,   sir   titus   ...   but,   be   warned   many   are   eager   to   say   differently   in   court,   ’   she   deduced,   tucking   away   the   edges   of   the   sheet,   ‘   but,   there   are   some   who   enjoy   the   idle   gossip,   even   if   it   is   not   true.   ’   she   is   slightly   coltish   for   the   moment   providing   that   always   content   disposition,   but   was   she   really   ?

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sapphvms​:

‘We can’t stay here, we’re sitting ducks for these animals,‘ he whispered and there was an overwhelming sense of urgency in his voice that one had never heard from him otherwise. Both Adeena and him had never been trained in combats, not in the way that these soldiers and the enemies attacking them were, and certainly they would be of no match to the flying beasts that were breathing fire above them.

Here, let me help, he gave a hushed reply before working at the pieces of ruins entrapping her feet. As soon as her feet had come free, he tore a piece of his clothes and tied it around her ankle, on the open gash that had tore her skin. War should be kept a game played by kings and his pawns, not the little people who had nothing to do with it : nothing gain and everything to lose. Sanjaya almost growled at the thought but instead let out a frustrated sigh before he moved to pick Adeena off the ground and made his way to the makeshift tent where the wounded lay waiting for help. 

His apprentice was there as well as other volunteers waiting and hiding from the more obvious dangers, and he knew that that’s the place where they would lie waiting for this horrendous nightmare to end.

‘You badly sprained your ankle,‘ his voice broke the silence, gruff yet softer than usual still. After all the screams of terror of the night of the invasion, the quietness almost sounded eerie, as if a prelude to something terrible, and Sanjaya couldn’t have that. ‘Maybe we can call in a vrajiit with healing powers to help you get back on your feet in no time. I’m afraid my medicine can only help this much,’ his eyes trained on her feet, he started to wrap a piece of clothing around the makeshift splint. 

‘Heard a lady noble has been helping out since the attack, you can ask her to see you. I’ll help take you to her if you want.’

the   brief   sensation   of   amnesty   imbues   her   veins,   but   it   is   transitory   ...   transitioning   from   complete   rapture   to   pure   affliction.   umber   hues   meeting   her   maimed   foot,   as   the   stone   caused   indentations   and   penetrated   deeply.   tears   well   the   moment   shock   evades   her,   and   quickly   turns   into   panic.   her   heartbeat   raced   wildly,   as   each   beat   louder   than   the   first.   yet,   she   can’t   help   the   soft   expression   on   her   lips,   as   she   looks   to   sanjaya.   

words   of   gratitude   part   them   the   moment   he   tends   to   her.   her   wound   covered   by   the   torn   fabric   of   his   shirt   ...   frame   met   with   sturdy   arms   as   he   lifted   her   up.   auburn   tresses   mixed   with   blood   and   sweat   affix   itself   to   her   cheeks,   as   she   takes   on   the   appearance   of   a   truly   broken   bird.   her   face   buried   in   his   chest,   as   hands   grip   at   what   fabric   she   could   ...   from   the   fear   of   the   beast   above   to   the   blood   that   ran   ever   bountiful   through   the   ballroom,   she   is   pretty   much   stricken   with   silence   there   on.   

umber   hues   watching   from   over   his   shoulder,   as   the   ballroom   crumbles   behind.   she   feels   the   wind   that   rushes   after   them   from   the   next   blast,   and   she   is   marred   by   the   scene.   innocence's   lost   to   the   trepidations   of   war   ...was   this   the   tragedy   her   late   husband   had   told   her   about   ?   recalling   the   times   he   too   went   to   war   for   the   king.   yet,   now   ?   it   was   different.   she   didn’t   have   immunity   for   it   all,   as   she   saw   it   first   hand   ...   and   enzo   wasn’t   there   to   shield   her.   

everything   is   so   vivid,   as   it   plays   out   before   her      ...   over   and   over   again.   she   is   trapped   in   this   nightmare,   a   repetitive   purgatory   till   she   is   awoken   by   the   sun.   sweat   drips   down   her   forehead,   as   she   finds   her   frame   resting   beneath   timeworn   sheets.   the   dress   she   wore   still   embracing   her   but   not   without   the   edges   singed   and   pieces   barely   hanging   on.   hues   look   to   sanjaya   as   he   sat   in   the   distance,   holding   an   almost   neutral   expression.   

the   words   that   elude   his   lips   are   concerning,   but   it   seems   to   have   toned   down   from   the   night   before.   they   were   out   of   harm's   way   or   at   least   that   is   what   she   assumed.   digits   move   to   uncover   her   wounded   foot,   as   it   is   blooded   but   not   as   severe   as   most   who   had   found   shelter.   the   bandage   kept   it   stable,   but   she   knew   just   as   he   that   a   healer   was   needed   ...   yet,   would   they   help   ?   she   thought   to   herself,   given   her   status.

‘   it’s   okay,   ’   she   tries   to   play   it   off,   ‘   they   don’t   need   to   waste   their   powers   on   this   ...   I   will   just   take   it   slow   for   now.   ’   she   knew   where   her   status   laid,   as   she   was   nothing   close   to   a   noble.   the   fear   of   rejection   is   prominent,   but   she   is   not   quick   to   delve   into   the   topic.   digits   gripping   at   the   side   table   to   support   herself,   ‘   see,   I   am   f-.   ’   hands   gripping   at   the   table,   as   she   falls   back   into   it,   ‘   i’m   okay,   I   just   need   ...   I   just   need   time.   ’

[gcldcrcwn]

sapphvms​:

‘I don’t believe in things that grant wishes, even the Lord Adi is not that gracious,’ and Orishana truly believed in her statement, their Lord is that so gracious that he would gift those who did not work hard and toiled under the sun. So why should they believe in wish-granting wells and coins in pails of water? 

But they had seen Inej, and by some invisible force of attraction that had always propelled them to the other, their bare feet had taken them back to the exact spot they had been avoiding for all these years.  ‘I did not expect to see you here….’ or elsewhere anymore, if they had to be completely honest.

Inej had always been an enigma that could not be described by all the words in this world. The second their eyes met, something inside Orishana awoken, and they had been repressing it ever since. The intensity of an emotion that they’ve never felt before had always been something fearsome to them, something they did not wish to touch, lest they invoked something that could never be put to sleep any more. 

‘   then   I   pity   you   for   not   having   an   imagination,   ’   words   filled   with   enmity,   as   they   eluded   their   lips.   dark   hues   looking   unfazed,   as   digits   entwined   the   tethered   rope   around   the   pail   ...   casting   it   over   the   side   and   into   the   well’s   shadowy   depths.   soon,   a   soft   splash   is   heard   the   moment   it   makes   contact   with   the   water   below.   a   smirk   playing   at   their   lips,   as   they   look   away   from   orishana.   ‘   well,   I   guess   even   fate   is   wicked   given   our   encounter,   ’   she   returns   coolly.   digits   wrapping   around   the   pulley   to   hoist   the   pail   up.   though   they   are   bitter   with   each   other,   there   is   an   instant   tug   at   her   heartstrings   when   they   see   them   ...   beckoning   for   consolation.   yet,   they   knew   they   wouldn’t   receive   such   an   accolade   given   who   stood   before   her.   orishana   capable   of   hiding   their   feelings   well,   and   easily   afraid   of   them   just   the   same.   commitment   was   futile   ...   and   the   flame   that   once   burned   brightly   was   now   smoldering.   a   distance   was   kept   not   out   of   animosity,   but   emotions   that   could   possibly   swell   from   delirium   ...   as   sleep   had   evaded   her.   ‘   so,   how   is   your   family   fairing   ?   ’   glancing   in   the   other’s   direction   for   a   moment,   ‘   you   never   did   write   me   back   when   I   asked   about   them.   ’   words   frigid,   though   they   are   filled   with   satire.   the   very   lies   spoken   to   them   when   orishana   left.  

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there   is   no   passion   in   their   dark   hues,   as   they   look   to   the   pail   of   water   before   them.   finding   themselves   slightly   entranced   with   the   ripples   that   formed,   they   are   almost   delirious   from   lack   of   sleep.   a   soft   titter   falls   from   their   pale   lips,   thinking   of   a   memory.   yet,   memories   are   fading,   as   weariness   plagues   them.   however,   one   familiar   face   pops   into   view,   as   they   continue   to   stare   into   the   watery   depths.   unaware   of   whether   it   was   a   hallucination   or   reality.   however,   the   voice   that   resonates   in   their   ear,   causes   them   to   look   up   to   the   other.   dark   hues   meeting   that   of   a   traitor   ...   as   they   recall   a   time   that   they   once   considered   them   a   lover.   it   is   almost   a   wry   smirk   that   plays   at   their   lips,   .   ‘   you   seem   to   make   your   presence   known   when   you   are   not   wanted   ...   or   have   you   come   to   make   a   wish   ?   ’   they   inquire,   placing   the   pail   down   and   picking   up   another.  

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞      :                        at    a    nearby     well     at    iarna     keep   . 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭      :                        chapter    two   .   the    false   king   awaits   . 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠     :                 orishana costiniu         ╱         @sapphvms​​  .

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digits   comb   through   dark   tresses,   as   she   wears   that   ever   familiar   solicitous   expression   on   her   features.   a   gentle   lullaby   hummed   to   her   youngest,   in   hopes   of   providing   them   with   comfort   for   the   night.   still,   comfort   is   fleeting   given   the   attack   on   their   land   ...   their   people   put   in   harm's   way   for   what   ?   power.   however,   it   was   a   thought   that   she   had   been   reflecting   on   for   the   past   couple   of   days.   ...   in   addition   to,   her   thoughts   often   wondered   to   her   husband   ...   given   the   long   nights   spent   with   the   king,   she   couldn’t   help   but   long   to   hear   of   any   news   from   home.   hearing   the   doors   creep   open,   dark   hues   flash   across   the   room   that   they   had   settled   in,   and   resting   on   the   one   that   had   entered   their   chambers.   ‘   you   may   come   in,   osiris,   our   child   is   finally   asleep      ...      finally,   ’   she   informs,   though   the   last   word   was   emphasized   a   bit   with   much   admiration.   she   places   a   tender   kiss   at   stela’s   forehead,   before   leaving   her   position.   strolling   over   to   the   man   she   called   husband   and   lord.   ‘   have   they   sent   soldiers   to   render   the   situation   in   crysala   ?   ’   she   queries,   standing   before   him   with   stolid   dexterity,   ‘   or   must   we   remain   as   guest   to   king   basradu   ?   ’     

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞      :                        in    their   bedroom      with     lady    stela   . 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭      :                        chapter   two   .    the    false   king   awaits   . 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠     :                 osiris   braescu         ╱           @bornstorms​  .