in absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt

King Ilias of Neriak There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.

[king-ilias]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃; a letter from the dark king to the reluctant heir.

❝ -- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. ❞

Cassius,

How wholly I commit to you my fervent apology for the absence of my attention, and for the scarcity of my words, which have always sprung forth for you without reservation or restraint. I have found myself long emptied of them, and I continue to wonder how best to articulate what has unfolded within the walls of Castle Stroheim. 

What surely will reach you soon as news, I shall share to you now as secret -- King Lothar now answers only to Osiris. There are things, odd and unfathomable, that have transpired since you last visited Makati... Things I cannot write plainly here. But as I prepare to lay my father to rest, the weight of his crown falls heavy upon my head, and now, more than ever, I feel deeply alone. Osiris knows I am kept close in His confidence, and my soul is sustained by His provisions, but is man not also deserving of mortal bond? What offense have I perpetrated to need wonder so?

Neriak is much changed, corculum, as am I. All the world here is shaded in otherworldly pallor, without word from or access to the outside. It is a little death -- this life -- and I wish to be exhumed by your hands, to have the dirt brushed from my eyelids so that I may understand what it is to see sunlight once again. 

I am to ascend at the winter solstice, on the longest night of the year. You never feared the darkness though, even when I did. 

Ilias 

[king-ilias]

eidxlism​:

HER ROUGHED LIPS PRESS against each other and she is forced to swallow her smirk. The crown that pointedly rested atop her head is not just a symbol of her status, her authority -  it carried a much weightier meaning. Legacy. The crown was once their mother’s, passed on to Eliana on her coronation of Crown Princess. Even then, on that grandiose occasion, she could see the heaviness behind her brother’s eyes as he lowered the crown; he wished he was gazing upon a face that remind him of their mother, but he would find no salvation, her dark eyes reflected no one but Lothar. She could see that same gaze now, with a dark and quiet rage alongside. ❝ You do not intimidate me, Ilias ❞ She scoffed, turning her body to face him square on and rigid, ❝ You should stop pretending to be, Father, your presence commands merely half of what his did, and I am much more alike he than you. ❞

❝ I speak on behalf of our people. They too desire answers - she was not just our mother, but their Queen. Are you so selfish as to not seek the answers your people provide ?! ❞ Once more, she tests him, her words beckoning and coercing. ❝ I would not declare war, I would merely ask questions. They disrupted our peace when one of their swines carted off with our country’s queen - our mother Ilias !! ❞ Her mind stubborn and her will was iron; Eliana refused to accept any other way but her own, she was exactly how their father intended for her to be crafted.

Her hands take his. Fingers caress the top of his hand, feeling the smooth skin beneath. The blood coursing within his veins is also her own. Blood of my blood. ❝ If you will not enquire for Neriak…then do it for me, dear brother. ❞

♛

Eliana slips from his touch, and for a moment, his fingers brush only air on their descent down. What a familiar feeling it was -- to reach and grasp and desperately pry and find nothing. His eyes shut, letting dread extinguish the spark of anger, so that when he opens them again, his gaze is empty and unfocused.

“It is true,” Ilias concedes, turning his attention to the veil, which he winds meticulously back into resting form. “You too are little more than rot and rage.”

He brushes past her, toward the vestibule where worship garb is kept. For a breath, the only noise in the space are his footsteps, which echo off the high walls and remind him of how small he is. How small he was always made to feel. What a clever trick his sister learned from Lothar, to find the tender places and pierce them. The sting was a dull one -- nothing he did not already know. But the truth, despite this, was that Ilias did not need to intimidate Eliana. He commanded her. And that enraged her, which he knew lingered much longer than her small stabs at him.

“Neriak has no queen now,” he answers evenly, closing the veil away in its rightful place. Each word clipped at the end, a tone implying an end to discussion. Yet she pressed, and pushed, and bent Ilias’ patience until it took new form, wavering on the precipice of breaking in two. “You speak only of yourself, both in your interests and in your motives. If there is selfishness to be addressed in this temple, Osiris knows it slithers from you.” 

And yet, despite explicit instruction to the contrary, Eliana offered no end to her insistence. He watched her regurgitate whatever vile garbage Lothar had conjured, face contorting with disgust and disbelief that she could cling to something so blindly. Her hands took his, and he felt the gentle thrum beneath her skin -- the milky well of sorrow that pooled there. He felt it run the course of her body, reaching the tips of her fingers and the the heels of her feet. A kind of pain that permeated her whole. If he were a better man, he would have absorbed it from her -- borne her suffering as his own. Instead, he recoiled, repulsed by the knowledge that she might feel the agony in his form too.

“Sabine is gone, Eliana,” he pushed a sharp exhale from his lungs, muscles tense as he began to slip out of placid disinterest and into something more familial. “She did not come when we begged Osiris, when Lothar fell ill, when he died. She did not come when we ascended -- when I took the country and you took her crown. She is gone, and I will not allow Neriak to remain cloaked in the shadows of the past because you cannot accept that.”

It did not matter if Ilias believed Sabine truly absconded to Alfheim, or if he clung tight to suspicions of a more macabre end. She had abandoned them, left them to Lothar entirely, and damned them to pick up the pieces. In her absence, years had passed with nary a word from outside the walls of Neriak, as she had condemned her children to exist as walking corpses, sealed into the coffin with the ghosts of a people once vibrant and alive. Here now, they choked on the fresh air, where light was too bright and they knew too little. How long had they dreamed of freedom? Of escape from the prison Makati had become? And Eliana would sacrifice their opportunity -- their second chance -- to satisfy her own hunger? To seek out a woman who either did not exist or did not wish to be found?

“Our people want their lives back, Eliana,” Ilias turned his back to her, lowering his head in reverence before Osiris’ idol. “Don’t you?”

[king-ilias]

eidxlism​:

HE JESTS. ELIANA WHISTLES out a breath and breaks into a stiffened smirk. She had succeeded in forcing his attentions from Osiris and he is all the more fork-tongued for it. Good, Ilias proved far more entertaining when Eliana was able to slither beneath his skin. ❝ You say such unkind things to me, Ilias ❞ Feigning offence, she clutches her palm to her chest where her black little heart lingers beneath, ❝ But, I know you do not mean them… ❞

Breathing a performative sigh, Eliana folds her arms; the smile brandishing her face dropping suddenly, replaced with an unwaveringly cold stare, one Ilias is no doubt well acquainted with, ❝ There are things we ought to discuss… ❞ As she speaks, Eliana begins to stroll, encircling him with her confident strides. Footsteps click against the stones, breaking through the vulnerable silence that attempts to cling on to the sacred shrine. ❝ Opportunities have arisen for us, now that everyone is gathered in the same place. I believe there are certain issues we should address? ❞ Her intonation rises, Eliana offers her brother a chance to interject, but she is met with silence. Expected, but she rolls her eyes nonetheless. Her brother had always been difficult to read; whilst he would allow her to provoke, he would not allow her to read beneath his steel gaze. 

❝ I am going to call a meeting with the Alfheimi King, and I am going to request that he informs us of our mother’s whereabouts. If he is smart, he will concede and tell us everything we need to know. If not… ❞ Eliana pauses. She knows she must choose her next words very carefully. Sister to the King or not, Ilias was still in charge. A fact Ilias would seldom allow Eliana to forget. ❝ Then he must be prepared to face the consequences. We have shown the Alfheimi much grace in allowing them to keep our mother away from us for so long… ❞ She keeps her face stilled, her eyes carrying a dark glint. Eliana concludes, coming to face the blank expression of her brother once again. ❝  …But there comes a point when a dog must be disciplined by its master.  

♛

Ilias exhaled at her teasing, short on patience for such song and dance. In truth, their cutting repartee stung less than what went unsaid, so while she feigned affliction from his words, he offered little else than a hum and the gentle acquiesce of shrugged shoulder that implied it was all in timely jest. 

His eyes followed her as she began to circle, ever the vulture in search of scraps. Ilias offered her nothing from which to feed on: no words to analyze, no expression to derive meaning from. It was easier to starve her outright than to offer crumbs. An animal fed, no matter how much, will always come back for more. And what had they to speak of? More to the point, what place had Eliana in such matters -- she, a hurricane among porcelain oddities? Of course this affair brought with it obligations, expectations, and opportunities -- but these were his consequence to bear. His decision to make. Was it not evident how heavily they weighed upon him, that he should be ever-bent beneath Osiris seeking guidance?

Ilias was not sure which proved more difficult in Eliana: her impulsivity or her temper. Quick to vengeance, unpredictable in action -- she was the stuff of the old gods, all punishment and power. Even now, as she declared her intentions -- astonishing in their audacity and ignorance -- there was such confidence. Ilias longed for the ease of taking action without considering outcome. What a privilege it must be to see only yourself -- to not understand what it is to be responsible for a people, a kingdom. 

“You wish to summon the Alfheimi king,” Ilias repeated, inflection betraying an otherwise blank expression as he rose to stand before her. “And threaten him with war while at a global summit wherein we are politically-bound to keep the peace. Is that correct?”

Ilias searched her expression for a long moment, seeking out the faintest glint of understanding beneath wild eyes. Her expression, always murky with malice, seemed impenetrable to good sense. 

“What do you know of discipline, Eliana?” his brows arched, slender fingers straightening the crown atop her head. He admired the gems adorned within intricate metalwork -- fine craftsmanship that required intense precision and care. It seemed a curious irony that such a piece should become representative of a woman embodying its very antithesis. “Shall I teach you?”

[king-ilias]

eidxlism​:

ELIANA EXHALES, REPLACING HER concentrated scowl with a smirk known to wriggle right under Ilias’s skin; festering. ❝ You should be proud of me brother, ❞ She utters, voice reverberating off the ancient stone encasing them. The rocks stood old and tall, seemingly watching them with invisible eyes of its own; how many secrets had it absorbed between mortar and cement since its construction? What knowledge laid hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of this archaic place? Eliana would unearth them all.  ❝ I am becoming more like you - dedicating myself to my studies, and to private counsel. Does this sight not bring you a sense of pride? ❞ 

Her fingers brush the rim of her silver chalice, head cocking to the side as she regards him with narrowing eyes and begrudging curiosity. ❝ And what could you possibly mean by that? ❞ She knows she should not bite the bait, but truly, she cannot help herself. A true task of importance, one capable of bringing glory and pride to her name for generations to come - now that would surely quench her current insatiable thirst, and save her from her current mundane routine. ❝ Teasing is something we ought to have both outgrown by now, Ilias. What do you want? As you can see, my attentions are occupied, by a very important person project of mine. ❞

♛

There was a twitch at the corner of Ilias’ mouth — a humorless phantom of something like a smile. Pride was not the word one would evoke between the siblings, nor among the von Strauss family at large. Not since Sabine vanished. From there, only disdain grew.

“An act replicated is not intention mirrored,” he pressed his lips flat with skepticism, trailing gentle fingers across the decaying covers of books ancient and otherworldly. “Who do you seek counsel from, sister? Beyond Osiris, whose word carries more weight than mine?”

Their toying was meticulous, a careful game of cat and mouse where they slide effortlessly from one role to the other. Ilias hummed with satisfaction, for despite her attempt to mitigate his motives by naming them, she could not mask the way it ensnared her interest nonetheless.

“I speak of significance,” he savored the word, innocuous in its presentation and limitless in subtext. “A clever trick that will prove fruitful to our cause, if one has the patience for it.” His eyes lingered as the offer did too, simmering in the space between them.

“But if your personal studies keep you preoccupied,” he quirked a brow, gesturing to the books before her, “I’ll look elsewhere. Though, I wonder, what is more important than a mission granted by the crown?”

[eidxlism]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 / 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄; August 498 AD, early aftertoon  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; Castle Library, Olcon 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒; open to all ♡ 

IF HER MOTHER COULD see her now; nose buried in a book, chalice filled not with wine - but with water. The Queen would often scold her daughter for wasting her obvious intelligence in favour of treating her tutors with a certain degree of apathy and disinterest. Of course, she was Lothar’s daughter; she who could simply bat her eyelashes, wish the world away, and her father would oblige. Eliana passed her tutelage with a spotless record - no doubt her teachers would have met a cruel fate had she attained anything other than perfection. Sabine called it a waste. Eliana would rebuff her with claims that studying was a misuse of her efforts; how the times had changed.   In hopes of appeasing both her God and the Priest that both haunted the halls of the holy castle, Eliana took to scouring ancient manuscripts, studying the intricately written words in hopes of finding some insight. Surely, this demonstration of dedication towards Osiris would be rewarded - only time would tell.

Candlelight flickers. Shadows scatter across weathered pages, ❝ I thought I had hidden myself away here adequately enough, ❞ Eliana hums, arm reaching for her chalice, eyes unmoving from the pages beneath her. She takes a  sip of her water, a slice of lemon flavouring it pleasantly enough to quench her thirst, ❝ Whatever it is must be of utmost importance for you to have sought me out here of all places. ❞ 

[king-ilias]

It was unbecoming of a ruler to sequester themselves as Ilias did. More devout than most holy men, or perhaps more morally afflicted, he sought his respite in Osiris’ hallowed halls, bent beneath idols and atop altars. Yet the soul could not seek sustenance without the coupled cultivation of the mind. While Osiris provided him eternal counsel, he still sought consult from the intellect of great mortal thinkers -- and those who conspired to declare themselves something more. Pressed between yellowed, decaying pages, their words recanted tales from Prospera’s past and foretold its terrible and magnificent future. In a space secondarily sacred to their temple, Ilias was perplexed to find his sister among its many towering tomes. 

“There is no place here that you hold secret from me,” his brows furrowed, hands clasped behind his back. “To these walls, we are too much the same,” the corners of his mouth flickered with the embers of amusement. “You with the cold stone, and I with the ivy. Inextricable.”

With slow steps, he circled the table, lingering over Eliana’s shoulder so that he might observe her studies. Dreadful curiosity piqued, for it seemed she had taken interest in the deep lore of their legacy -- and any subject fate to Eliana’s fixation was, at its core, subject to profound misuse. 

“Is that what you would like, dear sister?” Eyes flashed, bright with mischief -- or an echo of it. “A task of importance?”

[eidxlism]

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 * \ 𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑲 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵

❝ Death is a way of life; the grieving, the desperate, those with a taste for macabre seek to peer through the veil to reach the Other Side. Do not fear the dead. ❞

[eidxlism]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 / 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄; February 498 AD, dusk 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; Shrine to Osiris, Olcon 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒; closed to @king-ilias​

SILENCE. IT DOMINATES THE sacred shine; its limbs spread across the stones, the floor and the towering walls. 

Silence is then broken; the sound of heavy doors, hinges creaking as old wood groans with movement. Footsteps follow, heels clicking against rock beneath feet. Her shadow darkens the dimly lit shrine as the Crown Princess approaches the single figure occupying the Holy place.

❝ Are your prayers going to continue for much longer? Or shall I be condemned to dine without you this evening, dear Brother? ❞ Her face is obscured by a dark veil, as is custom when entering Osiris’ house, yet anyone who heard Eliana’s voice could deduce that she was smirking. ❝ You spend half your days cooped up in these temples, communing with spirits, praying the days away. ❞ She saunters forward, purposely placing herself in front of her Brother, the King. Try as he might, but he shan’t ignore her, ❝ Do you prefer the company of the dead to your own sister? My heart breaks at the thought, Ilias… ❞

[king-ilias]

Heaviness. It pressed Ilias closer to the floor, and he wilted toward it, bent beneath the pressure under Osiris’ idol. He sank his palms against his eyelids, lips moving with rhythmic autonomy as they repeated sacred verses in rote whisper. In the darkness, alone within the shrine, Ilias felt fatigue run bone-deep. Summoning took longer -- took more of him. Perhaps if he prayed enough to Osiris, he might find some respite here. And yet...

Eliana’s presence pulled him from prayer, her shadow stretched across the sacred space and obscuring the altar. 

“I cannot discern if it is hope or disappointment I hear in your voice,” Ilias mused, sighing as he pressed himself upright, rising to meet her unwelcomed form. “I am seeking counsel, so that my judgement may be well-informed,” he turned his eyes upon her, adding with emphasis, “-- and just.”

He removed his veil, for it was clear Osiris would be deprived of his energy, which now seemed sucked toward Eliana. 

“You are cold as a corpse, sister,” Ilias pressed his lips into a straight line, which curved at the edges with what masqueraded as humor. “Perhaps I seek the spirits for their familiarity -- they remind me of you.”

“Now, you seem to consider your own needs above that of Osiris, so do share. Why have you come?”

[eidxlism]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 + 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒; 4/?

featuring; Chaotic Sibling Energy™ [ @king-ilias ] 

[king-ilias]

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃; bound by blood & brutality.

❝ — if we burn, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬. ❞

[eidxlism]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐔𝐒; blood of my blood. 

❝ — whatever you do, you’re still my 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ❞

[king-ilias]

— 𝖆𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓.

a playlist for the seeker & the observer. the good king & the rightful heir. the icarus & peacemaker. it is stolen glances across crowded rooms and hushed encounters in the dead of night. it is abandoning tradition, defying the old ways. it is a challenge, a promise, a warning. it is a love worth war & a love worth peace.                                                         the gods did make it so.  ↬ featuring @dukerennard​

Undisclosed Desires by Muse

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Moondust by Jaymes Young

I'm a castaway, and men reap what they sow And I say what I know to be true Yeah I'm living far away on the face of the moon I've buried my love to give the world to you

Love and War by Fleurie

Lover, hunter, friend and enemy You will always be every one of these Nothing's fair in love and war In life, in love, this time I can't afford to lose For one, for all, I'll do what I have to do You can't understand, it's all part of the plan

Leave Your Lover by Echos

Meet me in the silence, I'll let you cut me open Help me from the inside out, slow motion I feel you in my blood baby, bring your body closer Love me with your sad eyes, drain me of my color

Moonsea by PHILDEL

From up so high, I can hardly decide, If you're waving hello, or waving goodbye, Here in the moonsea, It is a cruel dream, At the end of my day, Your gravity reaches such a long way

Surveillance by George Ogilvie

Despite my glorified foresight No one will be talking in time Once the limit was the sky, now I'm under watchful eye Until the day your thoughts align and Slow down with mine

No One Knows Us by BANNERS

Wish I could kiss you when I wanna Without all the fear and all the drama Kill to hold your hand in public I need you closer Can we go somewhere?

Shark by Oh Wonder

Are you gonna be my love? Are you gonna be mine? I feel it falling from the skies above Are you gonna be mine? My wave, my shark, my demon in the dark The blue tide pulling me under Or are you my soul, my heart, pull everything apart?

Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

Heavy words are hard to take, Under pressure precious things can break, And how we feel is hard to fake, So let's not give the game away Fools rush in And I've been fooled before, This time I'm gonna slow it down, Cause I think this could be more, The thing I'm looking for

Chanel by Frank Ocean

My guy pretty like a girl And he got fight stories to tell I see both sides like Chanel That's a double edge, "Issa knife" And I don't like to fight 'til I'm fightin' Revenge in the air make my lungs sick Chopper in the sky like a gun trick Clips on clips like Mike It's really you on my mind

Please Notice by Christian Leave

Cause baby when I sleep, I dream of you And when I'm awake, that's all I do Think about every detail you have Do you know how in love with you I am?

I Found by Amber Run

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

Misguided Ghosts by Paramore

Would someone care to classify? Our broken hearts and twisted minds So I can find someone to rely on And run to them, to them Full speed ahead Oh, you are not useless We are just Misguided ghosts

Ritual by Wrabel

You're something different Instead of breaking my heart, you're picking up all the pieces The way you're taking my heart You're making it still look easy But when I'm stuck in my head We stay in bed through the weekend

[eidxlism]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 + 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒; 3/?

featuring; Diona Vael [ @diona-vael ] / Ilias von Stroheim [ @king-ilias ] / Xandria Acantha [ @gorgonprincess ]

[king-ilias]

— 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎.

a playlist for the king of life & death. for the soldier reluctant to harm, the shameful golden son, the light of Osiris entrenched in dark magic. it is growing weary of honeyed lies and sugared secrets, consumed in the pursuit of brutal honesty. it is the weight of the future in your hands and the past upon your back. it is resentment, hope, agony, and awe. it is the refusal to bow any longer -- for when they know the truth, they will kneel instead.                   

                                                              long live the king.

Blinding by Florence + the Machine

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine And down through my ribs No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Early this morning When you knocked upon my door And I said hello Satan, ah I believe it is time to go Me and the devil walkin' side by side

Ripstide by grandson

I have done bad things, did them to good people Got no self-control, it's the root of my evil Wage war in my head when I'm tryna keep it peaceful A little feels good, a little more and it's lethal Save me from myself

Panic Room by Au/Ra

Still waiting, hands shaking Maybe the coast will clear But these voices, these strange noises They followed me in here The silence is so loud The lights spark and flicker With monsters much bigger Than I can control now

Courage to Change by Sia

World, I want to leave you better I want my life to matter I am afraid I have no purpose here Abandon myself daily I am afraid to let you see the real me Sowing the seeds of love and hope, love and hope We don't have to stay here, stuck in the weeds

Come Home by Pip Blom

Say my name, if you think it's over I've lost track of what you think I don't mind, I think it's quiet amusing We both know you're not that type

Astronomical by SVRCINA

The endlessness of darkness is hovering The sound of the silence is deafening Ten billion decibels shattering I'm drawn to the unknown where shadows hide A slave to the powers that magnetize There's something inside of me, I can't fight

Soldier by Fleurie

You wanna take a drink of that promise land You gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands Careful son, you got dreamer's plans But it gets hard to stand Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast Hide your soul out of his reach Shiver to that broken beat Dark into the heat

The Mask by Matt Maeson

Well, I felt the burn Since the day you departed and talked from the tomb I'm still healing those wounds And it holds me down But made me a man that says Fuck all those rules I will be who I choose

[king-ilias]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐊 // * 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒

❝ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 is 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 than a 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ❞                                               ❝ 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲, heavier than a 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞ 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

↬ featuring @gorgonprincess

[king-ilias]

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 + 𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕥

Three of Rings (Princess Maeve Acantha of Petros) ↬ featuring @steelbitten

The threes in the tarot represent the successful completion of a goal - it takes the sources of energy in the ace and the twos and adds a foundational factor, and usually involves a group of some sort. In this scenario, the upright Three of Rings means collaboration toward a personal and professional goal of great importance. Successful projects usually require different kinds of expertise, and at this moment, the Three of Rings means that all the skills required are coming together. You may struggle to accomplish your goals - or to feel strong enough - as an individual, but the Three of Rings also teaches people not ignore the talents of the others that surround you. You need the collaboration of others, with diverse viewpoints, experiences, and expertise to accomplish something more than you could have ever dreamed of. Learn to trust, to rely on others, and you might find they surprise you after all.

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  (2/??)                             @king-ilias   

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 + 𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕥

The Magician (Spymaster Silaqui Arana) ↬ featuring @manipulatiive

The Magician is the representation of pure willpower. With the power of the elements and the suits, she takes the potential innate in the fool and molds it into being with the power of desire. She understands the meaning behind the words "as above so below" - that mind and world are only reflections of one another. Remember that you are powerful, create your inner world, and the outer will follow. The Magician might mean that it's time to tap into your full potential without hesitation. You are taking on a new challenge, and it will take all of the power, wit, and strategy you have if you’re to be successful. The time to take action is now. Certain choices will have to be made, and these can bring great changes to come. Harness some of the Magician's power to make the world that you desire most.