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@roethull
can your sword cut a subway sandwich
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
My childlike dazzled affection for you,
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. September 1924
* naireach.
〝 𝑰'𝑴 𝑵𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 , 〞 says he all too certain and damning , knife just under the tongue , silver blade just barely visible and melting in the sun . a weakly attempted smile crawls into place , jagged and tenderly unsettling , sweet yet questionable . there is no shaking what makes him so odd no matter how hard he tries . he folds his hands , meek and thankful as he joins the knight . 〝 … everyone must be really happy to have you around , protecting them and all that , but i’m just a normal guy . i go to churches as much as i can , but sometimes i get .. busy . no one’s ever tried to keep me out of one before . 〞
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, as if suddenly remembering how to do so. Mechanic and precise, it answers the boy’s own attempt. His eyes follow next, narrowing the way it does when he’s heard a grand joke. ❝ It is God’s will and work to protect the innocent, even the lambs busy frolicking. May thou not laugh when I say: I think myself, not a shepherd, but a dog. A good herder, a good guard, ❞ says the knight. He kneels, too, and the sword scraps across the cold stone of the church. Always without sheath --- he means to have one made for Galatine, but never does. ❝ Tell me. What places hast thou traveled? What friends hast thou carried in thine heart? ❞ He makes a pointed effort to keep his gaze straight, to the hanging cross behind the altar, and not the deep shadow that persisted to exist beside him. ❝ How exciting life must be without the rest of Sundays. ❞
* dewound.
𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 . he says it and her eyes flicker away , briefly , desperately . you can’t do this again , you must let him leave —— but she stands there still . she does not know it , she does not see the claws that are gripping into him now , consuming the thing that makes him , him . no , she does not know her own thorns , and for this , they will both suffer in her guilt . “ right . ” tiredly , always tiredly . this gross cacophony sneering on her tongue , the whispers of dead men and women bleeding out from within . but she does not know , she will never know . they will always hiss and stir , and she shall remain right in their nest . she will sit there and ache , never understanding herself ever again . this is penance . “ the lot of you should really reconsider those tongues wagging along like some poetic opera . you can’t help it , can you ? ” eyes flicker back to him , brows slanting in with allegation as he proudly invokes passion , and she cannot help but to be cruel . “ i think you’ve mistaken me with a wandering soul who might set ourselves a nice picnic basket and exchange sweet nothings in this world to ourselves —— perhaps you should reconsider . ” it echoes blandly , that training that has never left her . no family , no wife or husband , no attachments . and yet here he stands , so ever lightly mentioning it all , “ and perhaps you should also hear this from me to you , a little secret . ” her hand comes to rest on his back as she pats him solemnly , a jeer curling on her lips . “ i am fine without holding hands together as we walk about the forests of this godforsaken planet . ”
❝ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂? ❞ Whatever jabs of the tongue fail to hit like an ill-timed tomato at the nimble jester. And so he tumbles on, warm and blithe and confident. Feigning the scandalized gasp, the patronizing tut, he croons. ❝ Shame . . . But I am here, if thou hast a change of heart. Never fear for thine honor with me when the Lord watcheth me. When we build tonight’s fire, perhaps I’ll sing thee the songs of Sir Tristan --- doleful man who could suck the melancholy from even an egg, but it made him a lovely harpist all the same. I’ve not the talents of a bard but I’ve learned to carry a tune, much to a lady’s delight. ❞ His whole being lights up, and he plucks her hand and nestles it into the crook of his elbow. The mockery of courtly love, with his coat of blood and mud and her practical trousers. Nonetheless, his gesture is frighteningly sincere and undeterred. A lady is a lady is a lady. Stubbornness sets in the line of his unfailing smile. ❝ But this I insist: thou ought to takest mine arm --------- here came an evil fog since the moment I laid mine eyes on thee. ❞ He gazes ahead, solemn now. In mere seconds, the knight baffles at how the fog has thickened since the last body had fallen, now obscuring the scarce colors. Spots of light from the fires still burning all around break through the murky grey, yet only dimly. ❝ If not for romance, then for caution. I am not so brave as to dismiss the devil’s breath amongst the trees for travels. Surely, in cleverness, thou would’st agree. ❞
*dewound .
𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽 . alive and warm and able . how he burns alight , how he gleams against her dark and shriveled shadow . she knows this lie well , this awful burden of a star , hot and aflame with its own charge —— never peering around at its own mighty destruction . planets dare to fall around him , stars burn in his orchestra of light , but she knows . she has always known . it has stayed here , within her gut , this lowly secret of war . he will wither soon , like she did , but she cannot bear to look away . “ what was that ? ” it rumbles in her throat , this voice that she has not used in so long . how many weeks has it been since she has seen another ? how many months ? she cannot remember . it is better not to remember , not since —— “ again , do it again . ” too bright , too full of life . it whipped past her so fast she could not think , she could not dare stop fighting these ugly creatures that surrounded them . but now they are all dead , all sitting at their feet like soft apologies bleeding themselves out into the flowers . she hates it . it smells like death and war and everything she left behind . no , she focuses on him instead , dull blue eyes wandering into his .
@roethull .
𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍-𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. He spins back around and strides towards her, full with the humor of a chuffed dog. A cheered look, as if the two took a walk to marvel at a charming lake with pleasant smells --- not the smells of burning bone and flesh. Not the fires crashing and swallowing the living in a great wave. His head tilts slightly. ❝ In thy name, I gladly scorch the earth. For thy glory, I bring forth the sun and stars within this blessed sword. Have I not spoken true? ❞ He had told her these very same words days ago, certainly. Spoken like a gaudy fairytale. ❝ If that is your wish . . . But what is left for me to burn? We shall not be wasteful of Galatine! No, dearest lady, we have finished God’s work here and smitten the heretics who doth stray yet seeketh no repentance from thee. ❞ He gestures grandly at the blackened field, a wound on the earth. Ever oblivious to her agony, he moves on with unnatural blithe. The sword digs into the ground, no sheath for it to rest in as he’s never known. His eyes are still bright, bores into hers with radiance blind to all things. ❝ Shall we have ourselves hunt then? I haven’t an inkling of the sorts of game but what great romance it ought to be, what trophies we ought to collect. ❞
stop shining, it hurts my eyes
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“GREETINGS. I AM GAWAIN OF ORKNEY.”
* naireach· .
〝 𝑰'𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 ! 〞 he begs it to be true , expression twisted and tired : sad , hoping , desperate for a fantasy . 〝 please , i promise i’m not bad . i’ve been religious my whole life … are you this harsh with everyone else ? 〞
❝ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 to any evil, and it looms like a most grim cloud above thy head. ❞ His hand remained lofty upon the pommel, waiting and watching. No disdain, but he could not muster warmth at the stranger. ❝ Yet I am not a holy man . . . Only the Lord shall judgeth and hath let thee enter here without even a speck of salt. Please, then, be seated. Let us pray together. Thou wilst be undisturbed and safe as you contemplate thy transgression ------ I will guard thee. With mine own holy sword. ❞
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welcome back, my best dude who is sincere and would never deceive me :)
Wind up on your own floor / Choking on blood
Death of Silence, or Jean-Louis Trintignant (2013), Angela Dufresne / Sept. 15, 1983, The Mountain Goats
* orgiri .
“ 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 would shine on them each morning ! but blood still spills and to saunter into one day after the other , gazing upon fields and luminous skies is a kind of laxity that men will die for . haah , forgive me . . . i did not mean to splash you with my blade so gracelessly . i suppose it ’ s fine , so long as that smile echoes brightly upon your face . at least the last thing they see will be splendor . ”
❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 ! A knight is no stranger to blood, however may our armor gleams. Thou dost flatter me ------ if I should be as the sun, then may it bring thee cheer and come back to me by thy moonlit smile. Tonight bringeth me pleasant dreams of it and the hills soon. We shall be off now. The descent be’th an arduous path and I want to watch for stragglers. I trust thy blade, verily, but mayhap I may take the next head. ❞
* ANGST MEME ,
tagged: @fukyucho my sword is better than yours : ) tagging: i know you all did it already
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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, dear heart. I had expected a needle, but not one that taketh my blood. Truly, I can only bow my head in deepest shame for ruining thy good, honest work to attend me, a foolhardy patient. Now there be blood on the floor, the walls --- oh, and thy dress, too ! ❞
* @iredeem .
❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 that thou, sinful creature, hast crawled past the gates, much less the doors of the house of the Lord ! Tell me: dost thou seek to repent and walk again the path of goodness ? To a state of grace ? I shan’t deny thee a seat . . . . But if come to defile, thou wilst be cleansed by my sword and flame. ❞
* @naireach .
❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 are beautiful . Would that I could gaze upon them ever after --------- though all these dead soothe my soul the same ; one less finger for the devil . I say , quite the exception you are . . . I am most impressed with how you cleaved the head of that horned abomination . Marvelous , absolutely marvelous ! ❞
* @orgiri .