second sorrow

ONE BAD NIGHT I’LL HOLD THE GLASS UNTIL THE GLASS CAN HOLD ME DOWN AND ONE BAD NIGHT I’LL SPILL AND SPILL UNTIL MY FEET BEGIN TO DROWN. ONE BAD NIGHT I’LL HEAR YOU CALLING ME TO HELP YOU NOT PASS OUT. You and I divine but not devout a fe3h oc written by fossa — indie / selective / 18+

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sorry for lack of activity! i’ve been really low on writing motivation.

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agneas‌:

               ”   please,   thane;   call me adelaide.   we are classmates,   after all,   are we not?   “   and there was no need for such formalities between classmates.   between equals.   she smiles as she poses her question,   hands coming together to clasp before her,   eyes flitting towards his wrist momentarily as he rubs at the spot she’d touched.   if she had stepped out of line,   she might not have known as much prior –   but now,   sensing that she might have caused him a mite of discomfort,   she feels almost embarrassed.   to have behaved so suddenly,   and without thought –!  

              ”   actually … …   it’s about your talent for curative magic.   i’ve heard such wonderful things about the work you do on the field,   and,   well … …   “   gaze drifts,   down,   down,   where she can no longer claim to have him in her line of sight.    “   … … i thought i might ask for a bit of help.   if you had the time,   of course. “

    Thane tries to play bashful, to play modest, but the corner of his lip twitches in the ghost of a smirk. Half aware of this ( aware enough of his own arrogance ) he shifts his gaze to the side and lifts a hand to the side of his neck.

    “ I am sure, ” he says, words plucked from a bowl of sugar, “ you are even more talented. ”

    ( An exchange of kindness: eye for an eye, praise for praise. He takes her words and consumes them and he cannot help but look to her for more. )

    His gaze flicks back to Adelaide and Thane offers a smile. “ I would be more than happy to help, Lady -- ah, I mean Adelaide. However I can. ”

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forsakencrest‌:

[ penelope raises a suspicious eyebrow at his reply. not only the guy would apparently like to listen to her talking rather than use her for whatever favor he had to ask, but he is even indulging her by posing further questions on a topic she’s passionate about— she’ll play along, for now. ]

“ indeed. i think the location, too, plays an important role. if elements such as hills or underbushes aren’t present, your army is going to be left in the open. mountain passes would be the ideal place to ambush the enemy, for example. if you’ve got enough soldiers, you’d be able hide a portion of the army behind in order to trap the others by standing in both exists and thus removing their ability to flee. ” [ she gulps, squinty eyes fixed on thane’s. ]

“ not… everyone is interested in military strategy. are you planning on becoming a war tactician? or is there something else you are plotting ? ”

    Thane's eyes round, brows lifting for a single second before he breathes out a slight laugh. “ What could I be plotting against you? ” he asks, leaving the other question unanswered.

         ( The answer is too long: he will learn to be the next head of House von Vanargand, brother passed over in favor of the one with a crest. He will study under a more accomplished mage and further his talents and perhaps he might one day be put into the royal court as a physician or a mage or something of that prestige. )

         ( What does he want for himself? )

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@crestedflower​

    Thane's expression remains neutral in light of the heavy words. His tongue rolls against his teeth, pressing to the sharp edge of a canine, before he offers a thin smile. His foot bounces under the table.

    " That's awful, " he says.

         ( Why does he not feel sadder about this? Such a tragic story and Thane can't find more than a touch of sympathy for Sabine. Perhap's it's the openness that catches him off guard; she speaks easily enough of her life, even if they've barely spoken before. )

    " Well, I'm sure you're in a much safer place now, " he adds, leaning back in his seat. " So you're from Albinea? Where do you live now? "

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thane, before time skip, is friendly and forces himself to be more of an extrovert than he is in an effort to win people over. he studies and works obsessively and is dedicated to his family and their needs - namely, his parents. he’s easy to get along with but has a hard time connecting with others as he’s superficial at best in regards to his own feelings. he has a temper, usually set off by things not going his way, but is decent at keeping it under control. most people find him mild mannered.

in truth, thane has no idea who he is without expectations put on him and is perpetually worried he is never good enough. he’s been talented at various things since childhood, but it’s given him a complex about needing to be good at everything and feeling like a failure when he doesn’t get the hold of something immediately.

post time skip, thane’s personality sees subtle shifts. he puts far less effort forward into being friendly and agreeable, especially towards people he dislikes and tends to be far more direct about his actual feelings. he’s more reclusive as well.

thane has earned an element of tact, not previously there. while he has always tried to be pleasant and agreeable, he has a tendency to phrase things poorly or to say whatever comes to mind. he’s more empathetic than before but far less sympathetic.

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< accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your HEART. > 

( c.)

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about me!

NAME: angie MUN FC: i have one of those? GENDER: cis female HEIGHT: 5’04′‘ HAIR COLOR: dark brown EYE COLOR: dark brown RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and ready to die SEXUALITY: a mess BIRTHDAY: aug 2nd ZODIAC SIGN: leo NATIONALITY: italian / irish TIMEZONE: gtm-5 HOBBIES / LIKES: role playing, video games, drawing, art, animals # OF SIBLINGS: three half siblings # OF PETS: one. a dumb cat CURRENTLY HAVE A JOB: ive been lying to my grandparents for a year about having one FAVORITE COLOR: pink FAVORITE SINGER/BAND: of monsters and men i guess?? LAST SONG LISTENED TO: something by sleeping at last CURRENTLY LISTENING TO:  mbmbm LAST MOVIE WATCHED: a spooky one!! FAVORITE BOOK: book thief + his dark materials LAST BOOK READ: the raven cycle CURRENTLY READING: the raven cycle BEST SCHOOL SUBJECT: english MAC OR PC? PC DAY OR NIGHT?: day SUMMER OR WINTER?: neither MOST-VISITED WEBSITE? this hell site + a forum i rp on

grabbed from @forsakencrest

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okay theme updated and i think we’re good to go

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going dash only as i play with themes be back soon 

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    The girl is familiar to him by appearance alone: her looks are memorable enough that while Thane can't think of a name to put to her face, he can at least remember having seen her. She stares at him and he returns it with his own cool gaze, too tired to remember to try and smile. He waits for an answer that doesn't come.

    Instead, his hand is ensnared within her own. Thane's eyebrows raise in question, skin prickling at the sudden touch. He's forced along with but falls into pace quick enough. His stride shortens to keep pace until they both come to a stop in the kitchen. His hand remains in the girl's grip and he makes no effort to free it.

    “ I suppose it wasn't you causing such a clamor. ”

    He leans down to pick the fallen teacup up and turns it about in his grasp. He glances to his companion and offers a thin smile.

      “ If you're up this late, I'm sure it's for a reason. Would you like some tea? ”

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                    ”   oh,   thane –   might i borrow a moment of your time?   “   hand lays softly upon his wrist as he passes her by,   a means of catching his attention before it happens that she’s spoken too late.   they’ve not spoken,   really,   but his prowess in the works of white magic are surely something to behold,   or so adelaide has heard.   she’s adept in the art herself,   though these days especially,   she finds herself wavering every so often.   a moment’s pause,   a slightly bashful smile.   “   if you haven’t any other obligations,   that is.   i would hate to steal you away from anything else you might have planned for the day.   “

                       @secondsorrow​          /          starter call,   pre-timeskip. 

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     His gaze snaps downwards to his wrist and the sudden touch against it, fingers curling inward on reflex. Too soft - he is not use to gentleness towards himself. The voice registers a moment later and Thane lifts his eyes to Adelaide. He smiles.

      “ It's nothing that can't wait, ” Thane answers, body turning to face her. He rubs at his wrist and where she's touched, leaving a ghost's sensation behind. Aware of how it may look, he adjusts his shirt sleeve instead.

      “ How may I help you, Lady von Thieme? ”

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jumping on the train for five songs i associate with my muse except it’s six

o1 something to do with my hands / her space holiday o2 devil like me / rainbow kitten surprise o3 ghost / mystery skulls o4 in the dark / cathedrals o5 bones / the killers o6 holy / pvris

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“That storm is beginning to scare me.”

“It’s not looking good. What happens if the power goes out?”

“It’s just a bit of rain, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oh great. It’s raining.”

“I’m completely soaked!”

“I just love the rain!”

“What, are you going to melt if you get wet?”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

“Good thing I brought an umbrella!”

“I’ve always loved thunderstorms.”

“I’ve always hated thunderstorms.”

“We’ll just have to wait here until it passes.”

“We should go out and make a snowman!”

“All I want to do is sit and watch the snow fall.”

“I hate snow.”

“I love snow!”

“I’m freezing!”

“I can see my breath.”

“Are you cold?”

“Do you want my scarf? You look cold.”

“We could be stuck in here for days thanks to this storm.”

“It’s too hot to do anything.”

“Please tell me you brought sunscreen.”

“I don’t need sunscreen, I’m fine.”

“You could fry an egg on the sidewalk.”

“It’s hot as hell out.”

“Oh you won’t need a jacket!”

“The weather is so beautiful today.”

“It’s perfect outside, let’s go for a walk.”

“C’mon, let’s go get some air.”

“I’ve always loved autumn weather.”

“Finally, the leaves are starting to turn.”

“Bring a jacket, it’s chilly out today!”

“I told you that you should’ve brought a jacket.”

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forsakencrest‌:

“ from a tactical standpoint it does, yes. ” [ her eyes light up, an uncharateristic smile appears on her features. ] “ the so mocked ‘strategic retreats’ are, in fact, quite useful. not only they draw out the enemy too far away from their held position, but, the hidden soldiers can— ” [ penelope abruptdly cuts the sentences in half, realizing that she might have gone a little off track there. with a sigh, the girl closes her book and looks up to meet the other’s eyes. ]

“ … however, i am pretty sure you aren’t here to hear me talk about strategy. is there something i can help you with? ”

    thane listens, brows raising as penelope so suddenly interrupts herself. he wets his lip, looks as if he might say something, then shakes his head.

    “ it can wait. ”

    he'd intended to ask for sparring practice but he can always do it later. getting penelope to open up is a more valuable use of his time.

    “ i would like to listen to you talk. you're very clever. ” he smiles, eyes creasing into it. “ i cannot think of any disadvantage ambushes have. perhaps time or setup? you need to be aware of when something is going to happen to prepare for it, don't you? ”

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svartastr‌:

                 ”   he sounds nigh intolerable.   “   he does not recall how they ended up this way.   not necessarily bustling to their dorm rooms together before the heaviest of the snowstorm hit,   but rather –   in the sense that thane has become something of a second shadow,   and hubert,   surprisingly enough,   has allowed for it to occur.   most of the time,   he’s quiet company.   perhaps that’s why he doesn’t mind as much.   sometimes,   though,   he’ll let tidbits such as this slip,   and it makes hubert wonder –

                               why he had yet to simply send the other off on his way.

                 frost chills his pallid skin,   dots the fabric of his uniform and the hair atop his head –   both raven-black in color   – with gentle flakes of white,   unnatural to him and his appearance.   beneath his breath,   he scoffs,   quickens his pace so as to cross the yard all the quicker.   “   i’ve no love for winter,   nor for snow.   if you must reminisce,   you can do so inside.   “

    intolerable is one way to put it. his brother had always bore a complex. second oldest and the least favored, born with no crest to his name. a disappointment after theresia.

    “ ah - of course. my apologies, hubert. ” he offers a flash of a smile before hurrying forward, pace quickened to make up for lost time. “ i can prepare some coffee - or will you be off to find lady edelgard? ”

    he holds the door for hubert, eyebrows slightly raised in question.

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crestedflower‌:

Sabine has noticed Thane walking in, but had focused back on her book too much to notice him walking towards her. His voice seemed to startle her as she jumped slightly in her chair, her head tilting up to look at him, then to the book she had left open.

“Ah, because that’s the crest I have.” She said quietly, “I was curious as to what it was exactly. Because back home…no one seemed to like the fact that I had it.” Sabine muttered. “So…I wanted to learn more about it.” She nodded.

    Sabine's voice suggests having come from somewhere outside of Fodlan. He studies her, quiet as he weighs his judgment. “ Why would they be unhappy about it? ”

    Thane bites the inside of his cheek. He puts on a smile. “ If you do not mind me asking, of course. Do you care if I sit with you? ”

    His movement is fluid as he moves from the edge of the table to sit across from Sabine. Thane grabs a book and sets it in front of himself, but his gaze remains on her.

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paintease‌:

to be looking at him like that, he had to have needed someone’s worry, no matter how much he protested. like the humanity in him had turned tail and fled — like some beast roaming around in his heart had gripped his senses and rendered him feral.

     his body tensed nearly into a complete lock-down as he peeked down to observe the fingers tangled in his collar — how they were whiter than their usual white. it was like there was little more than bones left of the shaken man pressed into his space. just another corpse left among all the conflict.

     not you, too.

     “ thane .  .  . ”   he swallows thickly, trying to catch up to his own rapid breathing.   “ it’s .  .  . it’s okay. we’re friends. remember? ”   or he hoped they were. they weren’t allies, no. but they didn’t have to be like this.

    war costs a heavy price and for just this moment ( he will allow no other displays of vulnerability; never again never again never again ), the weight of it threatens to break him. how much has been lost to a tyrant's crusade? how much more will be sacrificed?

    thane's fingers unfurl from ignatz' collar and he forces himself upright. gray circles bruise themselves beneath his eyes.

    “ friends. ” he scrubs a hand against his jaw. “ you're too soft. worrying about me - about anyone - is going to end poorly, ignatz. focus on yourself. ”

    he forces his voice to be steady. the emotions are stripped away, replaced by a cool politeness. thane wets his lip then reaches an unsteady hand out. he adjusts ignatz' glasses, pushing them higher up on his nose.

    “ they're crooked. ”

         ( they're not. )