nightingale

independent && selective karliah

[kcrliah]

gonna........ possibly return under a new url maybe o:

[kcrliah]

sorry for my crappy hiatus bbs. i’ve been on my impa blog, but i’ll be revamping karliah’s this upcoming week so hells ye.

[ofsheikah]

By all rights the girl should have fallen into our hands already. She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away. ❞ 

[captainkitkatlover-deactivated2]

I’m not that short

a short people proverb (via itai-doshin)

[irasors-blog]

balancingpcint:

hate it when you try to kill someone and they dont die like how rude do you have to be

[kcrliah]

“Up there. Do you see it? If we can reach the top,  ---- we’ll be drowning in riches.”

[kcrliah]

ELONA

    — Guilt. She’d felt a lot of that, too, when she’d heard about Mercer’s passing. Guilt that she hadn’t gone with him, that she hadn’t followed to keep him safe. If she could go back & stop him from going to Irkngthand, she would. But it’s too late now - too late for her to have REGRETS. Too late for her to feel as though she’d done wrong. Nothing would bring Mercer back. (Except for Necromancy, but she wasn’t about to risk that.)

    Elona doesn’t even take notice of Karliah sitting next to her, too focused on fighting back her tears to really care. Try as she might, she can’t contain the sob that leaves her throat; that sob turns into another, & yet another, before her shoulders are shaking with each one. It HURTS, knowing that he’s gone: knowing that she’ll never have that familiar scowl to greet her when she enters the Cistern.

    The sky had been overcast, threatening to spill rain across the Hold as it ALWAYS did. That was one reason she built a home here - the constant rain reminded her of Black Marsh. But suddenly it doesn’t feel as inviting as it used to, only serving to make the Argonian’s mood more sour. & yet she can’t be bothered to move as the first drop hits, followed by another & another before a steady rain has begun to fall. But still she stays in her place: the rain helps to hide her tears.

    “𝓘… I know that, Karliah. I watched him change. But I didn’t say anything because I cared too much about him. I’m just as guilty as he is– WAS.” Gods, she hated looking weak in front of others. Already the Mage is reaching up to wipe at her eyes, trying to control her weeping long enough to speak without pausing.

    “𝓘 wish I could have told him. Even if he rejected me, it would have been nice to get it off my chest.” But rejection - rejection was something she feared. Something that scared her to the point of not mentioning it. Her grip upon the amulet tightens, causing the pointed ends to dig into the palm of her scaled hand.

The crying is familiar; like an old friend who hangs around the corners of the room, visiting when another old friend -- pain -- turns up. She remembered the days and nights following Gallus’s murder. She remembered the numbing shock which riddled her body, and the tears she tried so desperately to save when no one was looking. Back then, being exiled made it easier. There was no one around to ask her questions, to see her at her weakest, to ‘comfort’ her as though she were a wee child. There was no one to watch her shake and shiver, to see the tears puddle on her pillow, to hear her voice cracking as she prayed for it all to have been a terrible nightmare. One which she would wake from, in the loving arms of her Gallus. 

A subtle frown tugs at the corners of her mouth, just as the rain begins to fall, and Karliah finds herself reaching for the mage’s hands. Her palm covers them both, almost effortlessly, and it is in that moment that she realizes they were both widows of some sort. That they had loved men greater than themselves, and lost them in equally pain-filled ways. 

She will try to hide it, and only show it with the smallest gesture, but the Dunmer’s heart breaks then. For them both.

“You will be reunited, and when you are, you can tell him how you’ve always felt. Mercer, despite what became of him, was a Nightingale, and our seat in the afterlife rests in the Evergloam. He will be there, alongside Gallus, to become one with the shadows, and you will see him then...” Her voice trails a bit, and she takes a breath, thinking on the gravity of how Mercer was now apart of the shadows all around them; on how he would be apart of Elona’s luck in her future, forever. “He’s not gone forever, Elona. You will still have your chance.”

[kcrliah]

ALTMER

“No, not weak,” The dark haired Altmer mused, “I was just surprised to find someone who is so skilled with a bow, despite your stature. I commend you.”

Lanindil remained stoic, silently hoping the Dunmer was not one to aim below the belt, like his own small companion.

Despite her stature? A brow is raised, and all at once the thief is skeptical of this one. There was no ‘despite’ about it; she was not skilled in spite of herself, her height. To the Dunmer, it only served as a challenge to make her better -- to make her the best. 

The words ‘thank you’ rest on the tip of her tongue, but the compliment seems almost backhanded. “Who are you?” 

[memecxllector-blog]

sentence prompts ➝ the civil wars

❝I don’t want to stay.❞

❝Do you ever listen?❞

❝Please forgive me.❞

❝You’re just lonely.❞

❝Drink up, baby.❞

❝Give me one night with you.❞

❝It’ll all be over soon.❞

❝Have you got something to tell me?❞

❝You’re like a mirror, reflecting me.❞

❝I just wanna take care of you.❞

❝Do what I say and I’ll make you okay.❞

❝I miss the way you wanted me.❞

❝Did that full moon force my hand?❞

❝Don’t go. Please don’t go.❞

❝Why are you so far from me?❞

❝I don’t want to hurt you.❞

❝I’ll kiss you again between the bars.❞

❝You’ll always be the one that’s standing in my way.❞

❝I wanna give up, but I won’t.❞

❝There’s no reasons, no excuses.❞

❝Just don’t go without me.❞

❝Can’t live with you or without.❞

❝Say goodbye and don’t look back.❞

❝I’m going to go home.❞

❝Give me a chance, I’m beggin’ you.❞

❝Oh dear, never saw you coming.❞

❝I’ve been awaiting for you.❞

❝I never meant for this to mean a thing.❞

❝Don’t say that it’s over.❞

❝I could get over you but please don’t ask me to.❞

❝Haven’t you seen me sleep walking?❞

❝You better wait with me.❞

❝Don’t take that sinner from me.❞

❝All your perfectly delivered lines, they don’t fool me.❞

❝How long will I have to wait for someday?❞

❝Let me in the wall you’ve built around.❞

❝Your mouth is a melody I memorize.❞

❝I don’t love you but I always will.❞

❝Eternally, I’m broken.❞

❝Give me the burden, give me the blame.❞

❝In my arms is where you are to be.❞

❝You’ve been lonely, too long.❞

❝Tell me that you’ll always be true.❞

❝You’ll always be the only one.❞

❝You’re still the best thing that never happened.❞

❝Where she walks, no flowers bloom.❞

❝I just wanna hold your hand.❞

❝Oh, why don’t you keep drinking?❞

❝I know you wouldn’t hurt me.❞

❝There’s so much I’m dying to tell.❞

❝Sometimes I can’t tell where I am.❞

❝Try to convince me that I’m not drowning.❞

❝You had me fooled for a while.❞

❝Stop saying those sweet things you know I like to hear.❞

❝Don’t you let me lie here and die here.❞

❝I don’t want to talk right now.❞

❝The killer in me is the killer in you.❞

❝Looks like you made up your mind.❞

❝Why do you keep looking out the window?❞

❝You only know what I want you to.❞

❝There’s a note underneath your front door.❞

❝I’m a dead man walking here.❞

❝Oh, aren’t we a pretty, pretty pair?❞

❝Look what you have done.❞

❝That’s the least of all my fears.❞

❝I just want your arms wrapped around me in this moment.❞

❝I don’t have a choice, but I’d still choose you.❞

❝All the king’s horses and all of his men couldn’t tear us apart.❞

❝Where’d you learn to lie the way you do?❞

❝Who could do without you?❞

❝The less I give the more I get back.❞

❝Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall.❞

❝All that he really wants is someone to want him back.❞

❝I wish you were the one.  Wish you were the one that got away.❞

[kcrliah]

punch me for a starter nerds

[kcrliah]

Rests her chin in her hands. "Are you sure you're /not/ a mystical Chimer from far off, distant lands, or has Nocturnal blessed you from birth?" She's referring to the eyes.

She had always hated any mention of her being different, but her eyes were a dead giveaway. The way people’s tongues could drip with venom, the way their words could dissect her very being as though she were something to analyze and prod – it left a sour taste in her mouth. INDIGO, is the color her mother had painted them when she was small. A color ripped from the sky when the sun would set; a color pulled from the inky depths of the seas. Dralsi had told her since the moment of her birth that the purple-blue of her gaze was a gift, a blessing, perhaps. But it almost never felt that way. 

She hated the teasing. Hated overhearing the whispers, the taunting, the threats. She hated the questions, the inspections, the intrusive way especially non-mer could be at the sight of something they hadn’t known possible before. 

But, by the gods, the way Valvossa spoke… The way her words billowed into the air, rolling like clouds to brush against her cheeks… It was charming.

A blush pools on the apples of Karliah’s cheeks, barely visible, but there nonetheless. “Hadn’t I told you this story before?” The question wasn’t hinted with annoyance like it might have been had the first inquiry come from anyone else. Instead, her words are playful – banter. 

The Dunmer paces herself, remembering the story as her mother told it to her while she was still young enough to be in awe of such things. How she was a descendant of Indoril Nerevar. How her family had Chimer blood in their veins, but only in her was it prominent enough to break Azura’s curse. How her eyes were a mark of how special she was, and would be, always.

“…You could say it’s both.”

[kcrliah]

*writes response to ask* *hits backspace by accident and loses it* fuck me right now

[kcrliah]

Scent: Fresh Rainfall

memories triggered by scent (accepting)

She breathes in for a moment, slow and steady, watching from the mouth of the grotto as the rain pours from the blackened clouds. It’s less droplets, and the longer she looks, the more Karliah is certain that they are sheets of water draining from the sky like waterfalls over rocky cliffs. 

It only reminds her of her mother.

Fresh rainfall was the scent in the air when the Dunmer was young, taking her first steps towards a coin purse which hung off the hip of a guard. Fresh rainfall filled her nostrils as her mother stood in the distance, watching her child’s thieving instincts blossom right before her very eyes. 

“Which one will you pocket from?” – The one not paying attention.

Fresh rainfall was the key to avoiding detection then; tiptoeing around its puddles, and using the howl of the wind to her advantage when she snipped the thread the purse clung from, and ran off with her earnings.

It would always take her back there. To a time before her mother’s death, to the very beginnings of her existence, of who she was now. She would forever remember Dralsi’s loving embrace, and the way her red eyes swelled to the brim with admiration – almost as if she could see into Karliah’s future then, and know what her child would become.

[ofmagicandice]

Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest...

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

[marshfirc]

KARLIAH OR KARLIAH (xoxo, kcrliah)

Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss. || accepting!

     “— 𝓘 pick Mercer.”

[kcrliah]

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