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hiemal zephyr cuts the skin , sharp & deep , like steel , like the sword that rests in his palms —— they drip , blemish barren ground // they drop , make a silent promise. a cacophony of desperate whispers fills the very core of his mind ( how dare they to violate sacrosanct site ? ) ; but he is acquainted with syllabes sang , o - so - familiar with great canglour. A WORD HE CAN NEVER FORGET : revolution.
&. DAGAE ! ( moonlight - haired princess )
❛ and what purpose might that be , stranger ? BOURBONE SPIES are everywhere, can i be sure you are not sided with my enemy ? ❜ quirking brow convey slight amusement, contrary to the sternness of beryl. she savours the familiarity of his tongue ; dialect so akin her own serving as a reminder of her cause. ❛ do you have a name ? ❜
“ even when i say that i am on your side ... what is the value of a stranger’s word, anyway ? therefore , there is no way you can be sure. “ a pause ━━ BURGEONING DIVERSION filling inconstancy - coloured orbs ( o those now verdant hills exposed into his eyes ! ). “ but that’s part of the fun of it , some would say. “ he completed , a roll of his shoulders dismissed the subject ; no longer needed , no longer wanted. in which proper decorum is made clear with the straightening of his back , he bows before the one with the blood of the true ruler of the land & with a motion of a hand , silently asks for her much more delicate palm. “ aeron kalteren is my name , my lady. “
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
"i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
nirnaetharnoediads:
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“I am afraid of hope.”
THE BORGIAS SENTENCES ━ accepting.
“ i , too , am afraid of hope. “ low tones relinquish roseate tiers ━━ a mere murmur to his own ears ; for admitting such thing to the golden - tressed girl was the same as to admit contradiction between actions & beliefs. “ it is important , however , to be brave enough to have fear and yet be hopeful, my lady. “ calloused & broad palms clenched ( wrong , wrong , WRONG ! ) , he could not encourage the sentiment : hope is naught but a tricky , deceiving feeling.
enemies to friends to lovers is literally my favorite trope. i will never tire of seeing two characters go from hating each other, to tentatively feeling out a friendship, to slowly developing feelings for each other and then falling in love. it’s painfully cliché and i want to see it e v e r y w h e r e
You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.
Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from of my upcoming chapbook, tentatively titled “Oculus” (via venettaoctavia)
hiemal zephyr cuts the skin , sharp & deep , like steel , like the sword that rests in his palms —— they drip , blemish barren ground // they drop , make a silent promise. a cacophony of desperate whispers fills the very core of his mind ( how dare they to violate sacrosanct site ? ) ; but he is acquainted with syllabes sang , o - so - familiar with great canglour. A WORD HE CAN NEVER FORGET : revolution.
&. BURTHE ! ( continued from here )
a step forward ━━ he is searching for her eyes & his , once an ocean of cataclysmic waves , now naught but halcyon ; lustre , perfect mirror to her features , a filter for lies. “ and what happens if you cannot ? what if you judge me unworthy of such ? what if your heart refuses to do as you wish ? will you bear to be trapped in a lifelong union when both the parts are incapable of loving each other ? “ UNIMAGINABLE , undesirable that future is ━━ expectations drowned ; the first son manipulated, after all : not much of a surprise.
( THE BORGIAS —— sentence starters )
“All things are permissible in our dreams.”
“Ambition rules this family.”
“Am I so hard to love?”
“And yet, still, no matter which way I turn, I cannot seem to find that which would make me truly happy.“
“As women we control so little of our destiny.”
“Beauty can be deadly when well used.”
“But this is witchcraft!”
“Can one spill blood to rid the world of a greater evil?”
“Come back soon.”
“Could he/she make you laugh?”
“Do I look pleasing?”
“Don’t worry. If you’re not dead by now you’ll live.”
“Have you fallen for him/her?”
“He/she thought he/she could walk through fire.”
“He/she is heading as far away from you as possible.”
“I have wished him/her dead a thousand times.”
“I am afraid of hope.”
“I bend my knee to no man.”
“I don’t feel safe unless I know you’re nearby.”
“I do tend to win whatever battles I fight.”
“I will have blood for this.”
“If angels can fall from heaven into hell then so we can all.”
“If I married a thousand times it would always be the wrong choice.”
“Is it murder to defend your mother’s honour?”
“It was for the good of the family.”
“Know your enemy. Know him better than your friend.”
“My soul dies when I imagine never seeing you again.”
“Never let me go.”
“Not everyone can love like that.”
“Promise you’ll hold me.”
“Sometimes goodness needs the help of a little badness.”
“They can crumble to dust for all I care.”
“This world is what we make of it.”
“To have my blessing you would need my forgiveness first.”
“We’re dancing on your brother’s grave.”
“We are facing a battle for our very survival.”
“We are family, we love eachother.”
“We had no choice.”
“What happened to you? You were such a lovely child.”
“Whoever gets in the way of your happiness will meet my wrath.”
“Why can I not be happy?”
“Words can deceive, hearts can deceive but the eyes… we can trust.”
“Yes, I will marry him/her.”
“You had every choice!”
“You may kiss my ring.”
“You must cry for me. I have no more tears.”
“You will have your war.”
hiemal zephyr cuts the skin , sharp & deep , like steel , like the sword that rests in his palms —— they drip , blemish barren ground // they drop , make a silent promise. a cacophony of desperate whispers fills the very core of his mind ( how dare they to violate sacrosanct site ? ) ; but he is acquainted with syllabes sang , o - so - familiar with great canglour. A WORD HE CAN NEVER FORGET : revolution.
&. DAGAE ! ( moonlight - haired princess )
roseate twist befittingly to a refined smile. a strand of white brushed from her face the very moment. beryls consume the sight of a northerner amongst the southerner who’d come to her father’s aid. this man, whoever he was, reminded her of home. ❛ it takes SOME NERVE to enter these camps, norðanverðr. how did you find us ? ❜
STRANGER. starter.
he , a foreign man in motherland’s soil —— an incongruent north - bound soul trapped in the middle of a southern crowd , harbored not an inkling of disappointment // regret whilst standing before those pale optics. he knows her , knows her father ; even if only through the words of his own progenitor , o how could he not recognize such wheaten tresses ? “ consider me a good tracker & then you shall find your answer ——— and if you cannot , know to never doubt a man with a purpose. “
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