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Gwen Stefani
Tyvia is Where the Heart Is
One eyebrow arching higher on his forehead, Gabriel held up a hand between them. “Yes?”
Chain of thought was interrupted when both turned to look at Karina, their gazes sharp and intent; her skin was flush from embarrassment or maybe something else, hair tussled from the cold wind seeping in from the open doors and still with a scarf in hand.
“Please, excuse me.”
Sighing, he tried with a polite smile this time. Lightly touching the girl’s shoulder, Gabriel was more than happy to lead her a few paces away from the cobbler. The man was taking too much of his time as it was and exercising his golden tongue was worth little if it was simply to be wasted in just a man.
“It’s fine.” He stopped, glancing over the girl’s shoulder to see the man awkwardly step forward, suddenly at a loss. Gabriel focused on Karina. “I am Brother Fabela, I’ve taken over Brother Matthew’s lecture for today. In what can I help you?”
Karina’s eyes darted to Brother Matthew, eyes narrowing just slightly before Matthew huffed and waved his hand turning to relight the candles her reckless entrance had blown out. She turned her attention back to the new Overseer and gave him a larger, warmer smile.
“Ah! You have quiet large shoes to fill, Brother Fabela.” She said, tone teasing as she slide her hands behind her back. “Especially after the fascinating sermon he did on the lying tongue. Even our natural debaters were pleased with it.” She rolled the scarf in her hands before she tucked it under her arm. “Will you be staying with us long, Brother Fabela?” She asked.
Tyvia is Where the Heart Is
Karina grunted, stumbling along the roads, dodging carts and animals as well as the icy patches on the ground. She slowed as the stoned building of the Overseer's came into view. She pushed through the small crowd, listening to a sermon and entered in, sighing at the warmth as she slowly took her scarf from her neck. "Brother Matthew?" She called, shrugging off her coat and hanging them before she saw a bowed form at one of the alters. "Brother Matthews! Have you heard news about Brother Stevens?" She asked, hurrying over to touch the shoulder before realization dawned on her. "O-oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." She said, cheeks coloring as she gave him a small smile.
What does it take, to spark a revolution
What have I done
ĐᵾnwȺłł ɨs ɍᵾɨnɇđ
Like Father/Like Daughter
Anger and helplessness sometimes hurt so much that you can’t even cry out.
Albert Camus, “Les Muets” The Silent Men (via lazuliss)
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Chapter 1: The Awakening
Over time, Roseburrow learned that sometimes progress comes at too great a cost
Grey days. || Listen.
Ages of delirium curse of my oblivion.
A Dunwall fanmix.
Volgograd
VOGUE UK, October 1996
13 years old Milla Jovovich
“Not so long ago Dunwall was a proud city.”
Some wolfrathounds, because they are absolutely outrageous.
Delilah’s painting of Emily.
It’d be fairly odd to say Jack is new to the city watch, there had been some things he hasn’t done yet. However anything related to the wolfhounds he avoided.
“So,er, what do you expect me to do?”
Karina eyed the man warily, running her fingers through her hair before putting her hands on her hips. “I’m about to receive a shipment of food and bedding, which needs to be moved quickly and then the cages will need to be hosed down and scrubbed.” She said, eyeing the cages with the hounds before sighing. “I’ll be helping you, so don’t get your pants in a twist.” She added, tone quick and sharp. “Any questions?”