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YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE LOVED BY HIM.

[glorified-bricklayer]

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I will generate a number from 1-175 for what my muse will say to yours. (Mix of angst, fluff, and random)

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[sarahbolgered]

Aurora in 3x21/3x22.

[skjoldmoy]

                         She will not hesitate for long ( perhaps that is a WEAKNESS of hers; help is given when queried, and she may stretch her own skin and break her own bones if it benefits another; when it came to Ragnar, he was a parasite, and now she feels each and every scar he left. )

                                      ‘ ———— Come. You will be safe with me. ’

[laurellian-blog]

         among the innumerable things she EXPECTS, this is certainly not one of them. the kindest she prays to her gods is reprieve, and allowance to keep her head upon her shoulders. it is here that she favors man over gods — whereas the gods oft cast their optics down upon those so utterly below them, men know of forgiveness.  ( there isn't quite much to think about, after that. )

                               ❛  thank you. i owe you my life. ❜

[laurellian-blog]

                  ❛ ——— m - milady. ❜

                          she stumbles over more than mere words; her feet are once more                           root-like as they attempt —  like a newborn calf  — to set herself                           upright. there is a kind of desperation betwixt paroxysmal words &                           tremulous motion. she treads upon dangerous waters, it seems ;                           for as much as she desires a life of quietude, the MOIRAI appear                           to have differing plans.

                                                  grcyeyed.

[laurellian-blog]

                she walks with a hurried kind of grace —— indicative of desire for solitude,                 abhorrence for solicitude.   there has been enough running to last centuries,                 she thinks, and she needn't  flee  anymore.   lips part for allowance of words,                 yet they are terse,  concise,  yet filled with  begrudging  respect he deserves.

                            ❛ the woods are asleep. you'd best not disturb him, my lord. ❜

                                                   chrysaoros.

[laurellian-blog]

                  ❛ i am no ENEMY, that much you should trust. please.                    i only seek refuge from the creatures of the forest —-                   i wish not to perish anywhere but the land from where                   i was birthed.  P L E A S E. ❜

                                                    skjoldmoy.

[laurellian-blog]

❛ BRANCHED.  not sure if anyone's online right now, but — like this for a starter, maybe?

[xcretan-blog]

             ❛ Ariadne.   My mother told me                 something similar to that once.                 Of course,  that  was  before  I                  destroyed  one  of  the  pieces                  she  still had on her loom. ❜

[laurellian-blog]

           ❛ ARIADNE ——— 'tis a beautiful name you possess.            ah, mothers. oft contradictory, are they not? though            i suppose such things cannot be entirely unprovoked.            i  couldn't say much,    really;    i have lived without  a            mother's touch. ❜

[coderebel-deactivated20190120]

the venom from her laugh startles him, by ounces enough to pepper his features with surprise. to say he was EXPECTING that would be a partial lie. whilst he did predict an apology, the way her BITTERNESS seemed to leak ever so BLUNTLY from frowning lips ; & yet, with a tone almost — ACCUSATORY? kenneth had the strange ABILITY to read the minds of others, as well as PREDICT identity’s accordingly without mistake. he was, briefly, tempted to LURK in her mind, but knowing it would be rude on his part, he leashed his CURIOSITY back. perhaps it would be better, WISER, to take it as a mistake like she had stated. a more RELAXED posture now ; he flutters his eyes, a sun kissed SMILE following before he waves his hand dismissively. she was a NYMPH, that was much he was certain.

          ❛  … forgiven.  no  harm  done.                  however, may i  know your name ?     ❜

[laurellian-blog]

       such a query is but expected, as testing the waters oft created ripples that transfigure into waves. the curve of his lips does naught to alleviate her bludgeoning concerns, instead augmenting them exponentially; with every passing second she is reminded of he who pursued, he who she wished never to cross paths with again. he can feel his curiosity — one need not possess any inhuman ability to perceive something so poorly hidden behind purposeful locomotion. DAPHNE, accursed woman, was never smiled upon by the fates, was she? he who pursued would always remain to define her, to pursue her in ways constituting nightmares. ( what need she pay to be left alone? )

                              ❛ DAPHNE, i am called. —— and what of you?                                                                         what do they call you? ❜

[xcretan-blog]

                  ❛ You’re probably right.                      Forgive  me  for  my                      curiosity  miss —- ? ❜

[laurellian-blog]

                     ❛ DAPHNE.  and one must never                      apologize for curiosity, miss ...? ❜  

[maisonmartins]

Details of the Elie Saab Haute Couture S/S 2013 collection.

[prxpheticlies-deactivated201602]

"Dreams dreams dreams are A L L she has now.

          Dreams and shadows and dust… But you know that already, don’t you?”

[laurellian-blog]

                     ❛ indeed i do. indeed i do. ❜  

             and she dares slip auburn hair behind the other's ear, for it is              a kindredness they both share,  and the ones without favor of              fortune are meant to remain together in silent solidarity.

[coderebel-deactivated20190120]

a glance over his shoulder, both from mild irritation & sudden CONFUSION over the voice that demanded his immediate DEPARTURE. a glint in his golden hues, SHARP with a touch of arrogance. though, when he speaks, his voice is SOFT as the breeze that rustles through his hair ; a gentle inquiry, aware of her DISTRESS, yet attempting to present assurance that he was of no harm.

          ❛   pardon me ————                    do   i   know   you  ?     ❜

[laurellian-blog]

      laughter expelled from her lips is bitter, almost accusatory, though not directed toward him necessarily.  ( oh tyche, why must you curse me so? )  for the sound is all too familiar in its reverberation, travelling through the chambers of her ears and toward her heart. and oh, does her heart race with panic. must she run once more?

      he does not recognize her. the fact alone allows her to swell with relief, and barely concealed as it is. still, the resemblance is too close to be shaken off; the waters must be tested, then, and test she does.  ( with a smile, as all tests begin. )

                    ❛ a - apologies. i ... i may have mistook you for someone else. ❜  

[theoinos-deactivated20160523]

              jaded eyes survey the nymph closely, in such                    a way that is comparable to a lion surveying a                    gazelle. she exchanges oblivion for his curiosity,                   and yet the god is not moved to rage. rather, he                    smirks, as if AMUSED by her reaction to his                    presence.

       ❛ Pretending I am not here will not rid you of my company.                                       surely you know that. ❜

[laurellian-blog]

                     no longer can she go on with ineffective ignorance, it seems;                      fruitlessness is no more a word than it is a reality.  within the                      seconds it takes her to turn her head in his direction  —  and                      seconds  does  it  take,  for deliberation goes  hand  in  hand                      with speed, or lack thereof  — she decides to humor him; his                      wrath  is  something she needs not in her  cursed  existence.

         ❛ —— speech ruins the illusion of solitariness, you know. ❜                                     (  & a smile, tired but knowing. )

[sarahbolgered]

[nonvictimam]

          The Queen cannot help but laugh; Aphrodite would smite the girl           right now if she’d heard. Though the goddess had already done           Daphne no favors; if love and beauty had ever held any affection for           the nymph, Apollo would not have fallen for her. She supposed then           it would be best that Daphne tip-toe around anything Aphrodite.

     “Love and lust are two different things        though they share the same gods. Ah        well, no use in arguing — it is apparent        you hold neither Aphrodite’s nor Eros’        favor, forgive the offence.”

[laurellian-blog]

                     her smile is laden with equal sweetness and bitterness,                      a feat only achievable by those who have known time and                      all that it brought in consequence.    she holds respect for                      the deities who have made love a coveted treasure ——-                      she reveres them, as is expected.  yet LOVE in itself isn't                      something she can ever hope to appreciate.

        ❛ none taken, rest assured. i wish no favor from         either aphrodite or eros; artemis, perhaps, with         her valiance,  skill,  and retained maidenhood. ❜  

[laurellian-blog]

                     she pays no heed to the presence that looms                      ever closer.    not quite because of ignorance,                      for this is a purposeful decision ——- no; it is                      just  that she holds  heavy discomfort  toward                      interaction of any kind.  ( for obvious reasons. )

 » theoinos.