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@selinakos
PINNED. # selinakos : an affiliated original character written by tana. independent and highly selective. potentially low-activity. affiliated with @iliakos , written by ari. this blog contains themes of refuge, warfare, genocide, sexual content (including sexual worship), violence, and character death. this blog is 18/21+. please follow at your own risk.
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“—Ah?” her voice snaps him out of his trancelike state, and he doesn’t realize until afterward that he’s been staring in her general direction. But rather than at her, it’s, “—oh, my apologies,” he blinks his thoughts away, “The tapestry behind you. It looks… quite familiar.”
the moon incarnate turns, eyes softening at the tapestry that the mage had been admiring when she realizes what it is. the turn completes, and she stands shoulder to shoulder with regulus, a gentle laugh leaving her. ‘ well, i would hope it looks familiar, for you’ve met both of its participants. this tapestry dictates the prophecy that altan and i are the image of. if you follow its path, you’ll see the moon god - ELATHAN - and the sun goddess - NOVIS - and how they love humanity but must abandon it to protect it. then, at the bottom of the tapestry, there is me and my beloved altan. ten generations must pass before the line of novis and the line of elathan can become one and the same. that tapestry is supposed to depict our wedding day, but... alas.’ she sighs, eyes closing. ‘ the prince regent has taken that from us, too. ’
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕 — son of vasha. heir apparent of the kingdom of kalbera, first son of the house of sokolov, the DARK STAR OF THE NORTH. malaxus’ chosen champion, accredited with the OBERAN AND SOLIAN MASSACRES , and the conquering of each nation. ultimately murdered by high queen chandra oberon and high king altan rashmi during their vengeance campaign. a STRATEGIST, COUNCILMAN, SOLDIER, and TYRANT.
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The water in my body wanted to pour into the ocean and I imagined myself being washed by the water, my body separating into the droplets it always was. I could feel the salt on my neck for days.
Victoria Chang, from OBIT (via voirlvmer)
BELOVED ALTAN.
a bright smile forms on the lips of the king as he kneels in front of his beloved wife, hands resting on the beautiful baby bump. he kisses it gently before speaking, “ do not irritate your mother any longer with spicy food, please, my stars. she does not understand the delights of it. when you will be old enough to have it yourselves, i promise you can have all the spicy food that you want. ”
a whine leaves her, tired body protesting against the craving for spicy food when she knows she cannot handle it. altan may be content with the spicy palate of a solian diet, but chandra, having been raised in the hearty mountains of the oberanus north, prefers her food savory and mild on the tongue. potatoes, carrots, a good hunt. his hands warm her belly, and she laughs quietly as he speaks to their unborn children through her flesh, her eyes soft at the scene. she didn’t think they could have this : happiness, hope, and children. her fingers curl through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. ‘ i suppose this means i will be the odd one out at the dinner table when they are born. may the head chef be patient with my requests. ’
from “a hunger like no other” || sk osborn
@iliakos : ❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞ unknown meme. not accepting.
‘ tell me again, ’ she whispers into a gasp as altan’s strong arms lift her up by her legs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he guides her legs around his waist. she knows exactly how much she means to him : he doesn’t let a day go by that he doesn’t confess his love to her or speaks to her beauty. there is no room for doubt in her heart so long as altan is speaking to her, and she does her best to ensure that his love is returned in armfuls. it is the moon’s duty to reflect the radiance of the sun, and she does so in turn. her hands find themselves on his arms, her eyes on his body. i love you, her body language reads, for she reserves her words for politicians and patriarchs. her speech to altan is carnal and private, something only he is allowed to see. something sacred and beautiful. know that i love you.
he whispers into her skin as he works down the corset strings. the prayers he offers her are of devotion, of love, of tender nature and care. he whispers into her flesh, i love you, know that i love you and she responds with gasps and whispers and pleading whimpers. her back finds the bed, his form eclipsing her as she unravels before him.
‘ you really don’t know what you do to me, do you? ’ altan asks her, a follow up to the first question, and chandra lets the silence hang there for a moment. deep eyes look up at him and everything that he is, her hands taking the time to admire his face in all its sharp angles. he is to straight and narrow as she is to curvy and buxom. her chest rises and falls, overwhelmed with the amount of love he offers her. it exists in every slant of his face, every speckle of gold in his eyes.
‘ show me, ’ she whispers, and he does.
@iliakos : ❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞ unknown meme. not accepting.
she stands at the edge of the cliffside, overlooking all that they have conquered so far. how many times as she stood at the edge, wondering how easy it would be to simply take another step? the madness of the dark star has plagued her, caused her fear and doubt. how could she have doubted altan? how could she have believed the prince regent’s illusions over the man she loved? it makes her sick, makes her feel like her skin is covered in a layer of ick that she cannot remove, no matter how hard she scrubs.
it is nighttime as the daughter of the moon stands on this cliff: it could be simple. a step forward, her body cascading down the cliff, absent until morning. but it never is that simple, for the sun’s words are accompanied by his arms around her. he is so gentle and forgiving, even when her mind is weak. even when her heart is aching. but their souls are bound in tandem with their lovemaking and their prophecy, so it should not surprise her that he found her when her soul was hurting. he locks her into place, unwilling to let her go, and he tells her, in that moment, that there is no life worth living where one is living without the other.
‘ i’m sorry, ’ she tells him, silvery tears dripping down her cheeks. this madness hurts : the dark star has taken another bite out of the moon again, and while malaxus has ripped elathan’s memories from him in antiquity, nikolai has ripped chandra’s willpower from her. in each time, they are guided by the sun, protected by their lover, and chandra knows no shame when she turns in altan’s hold, pressing her face into his shoulder and sobbing deeply, openly. ‘ i am so sorry, altan. ’
starters / prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work , between you and these bones . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
‘ the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes ’
‘ how i soften when you pull me against you ’
‘ you are teaching me to love ’
‘ i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes ’
‘ you perhaps will become my swan song ’
‘ it is a very human thing to love ’
‘ you are my good days ’
‘ i have been loved dearly ’
‘ i promise you will not always be this war ’
‘ thank god for the stubbornness of organs ’
‘ it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you ’
‘ there will always be another day ’
‘ there will always be another mercy ’
‘ perhaps i will take up dancing again ’
‘ what a pretty little disaster you will be ’
‘ i am terrified for you ’
‘ i will fold inside of myself ’
‘ today i am thankful ’
‘ i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake ’
‘ come and get me ’
‘ i tell myself i do not need you ’
‘ i think i broke again last night ’
‘ i’m just trying to connect with you ’
‘ you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing ’
‘ burn the house down in search of yourself ’
‘ don’t you dare ever stop looking ’
‘ i struggle not to feel guilty ’
‘ you are a wild , unkempt thing ’
‘ sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing ’
‘ find that you are made of russian nesting dolls ’
‘ the trees are always kindest with spring comes ’
‘ teach yourself the hymns again ’
‘ he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips ’
‘ this life is an altar ’
‘ i am sorry i do not have more time ’
‘ there is a mountain in me ’
‘ by the morning i am a triumph ’
‘ there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat ’
‘ today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across ’
‘ there are many things that will fit beneath your skin ’
‘ forgiveness does not take up much room ’
‘ some days you will breathe and it will be enough ’
‘ you do not have to hold it quite so tightly ’
‘ there is a prayer in me , still ’
‘ you scare me a little ’
‘ you can be a good thing and not a whole thing ’
‘ there are flowers in my chest again ’
‘ the rain comes and sounds like you ’
‘ i cannot tell you why i still trust god ’
‘ find peace and build a home out of it ’
‘ there is never an end ’
vagomvndo:
A FATHER COULD NOT BE PROUDER OF HIS OWN CHILDREN. the smile that blooms on zhongli’s face at the high queen’s compliment mirrors her delight, pleased despite his carefully maintained neutrality. ❛ that i am, but so are most of my fellow citizens. i imagine you may feel the same way about your own homeland, no? ❜ telling tales of liyue comes as easily as breathing. how could it be otherwise, when the land and its currencies are no more and no less than his flesh and blood, tying him to it in both body and spirit?
❛ I THINK YOU’D FIND IT AN ENJOYABLE VISIT. the city sits on the shore of the eastern sea, and while the shadow of mount tianheng keeps it fresh even at the height of summer, its view of the ocean has been praised by painters and poets alike since it was established, nearly three thousand years ago. as for its main trade, liyue has been the foremost market harbor on our continent for as long as anyone can remember. a common saying goes that whatever your heart desires may be found among its stalls, but your majesty must have all that you may want at your fingertips already. ❜
HO, THE LORD OF EARTH SPEAKS, and the moon reflects his light with a happy, childlike glee as he describes the world beyond the ocean. how she would love to visit, someday. how she would love to visit the place that has such artisans and economic success? the land of contracts, so he has called it, and chandra’s heart blooms at such a thing. a place ruled by the trust of paper and a spoken promise - with little need for warfare or bloodshed, only when the word is broken and actions must speak louder than their accompanying words.
‘ no, not at all, ’ chandra shakes her head when zhongli mentions that she must have everything she wants. though this is true, her emotional wants taken care of it in the arms of her husband and in the bustling recovery of her growing empire, her material wants are as few and far between as the little scars on her body underneath her gown. ‘ i presume i would not know what i need until i explore the stalls. a phenomenal description, sir, i thank you - i only hope you find the growing empire of my home a fraction as impressive. ’
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“ ( … ) they have been incomplete until now, the other half of their soul finally slotting into place as the gods intended. ”
HIGH KING ALTAN & HIGH QUEEN CHANDRA.
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selinakos:
she is silent as he joins her, pleased and content with all that he has given her. she shushes him, gentle and patient with him all the same, her hand on his chest as though to instill her comfort in his soldier’s heart. ‘ do you know what i find most beautiful about your glow? ’ she asks, ignoring his repeat apology and accepting his kiss with a slight tilt of her head. ‘ your fae lineage makes you all the more beautiful than any suitor i have ever had, mind you, an ethereal nature about you that i am so blessed and honored to gaze upon, but… your glow, i believe, is the most beautiful facet about you, because when i touch you… i do feel warmth. given, i know that it’s because you’re a warm person by nature, but if i close my eyes… ’ her eyes close here, a smile upturning on her lips, a childish giggle between her teeth, ‘ i can still see your glow, even in the dark. behind my eyelids. i still know you are there, because i see your light and feel your warmth, just as humankind sees the sun when she is behind the clouds. you cannot ever go so far away that you are not in my reach, altan. we cannot win every fight. so be with me now, while i heal, and do not mourn a woman who is not yet dead. ’
her hand leaves his chest, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, gently pressing his warmth onto the gash, and she smiles. ‘ you must rest, too, for if you do not, the creeping darkness will settle into your mind, and i will have to fight it away, with my kisses and my love. must you make an injured woman fight? sleep, altan. i will be in your arms when you wake. ’
a warmth much different than the innate one that has been put into his body since birth seizes him, from the depths of his heart but the origins being chandra’s words. she knows how to weave words that could make even the skies bow and listen, and for this reason altan always focuses on every uttered syllable that comes from her as he would listen to the gods in the sky if they spoke to him. she sees beauty in everything that he is, just as altan sees beauty in everything that chandra is, body and soul. nevertheless, her confession makes his heart grow with love, over spilling into his blood and turning his lips into a small, unusually sheepish smile when she giggles, a sound like the curious chirps of birds. “ i will stay here as long as you need me and my glow. ” a vulnerable sensation overcomes him when his hand is placed atop her gash, though he does not move it, instead letting the warmth of his skin surround it and comfort whatever pain might be pulsing there. he kisses her forehead, her nose, cuddles closer into her side so carefully as though afraid of causing any more suffering to her healing body. chandra is a woman of power, carrying the strength and wisdom of father moon, yet altan cannot help but wish to keep her in the safety and comfort of his arms for as long as possible. perhaps this has less to do with the blessings bestowed unto them by novis and elathan and more to do with the love that he holds for her. so powerful that not even death could steal it.
“ i will sleep only because you ask me it… and in the morning i will call the healers and make you the tea that you love. ” his eyes close. this time it is not her bleeding, injured form that he sees, but the beautiful smile that will no doubt greet him in the morning. “ elathan watch over us, ” he prays quietly, “ his gentle hand protect us, ” a kiss is placed to chandra’s temple, “ and novis’ light greet us when we open our eyes. goodnight, my love. i will be here by your side, i promise you this. ”
@poswiecenia : ‘ what i don’t understand is how nonchalant you can be about the situation. ’ delainera & chandra. meme lost. not accepting.
‘ mistress death, ’ chandra responds, both hands on her swollen belly, rising comfortably from her padded seat. ‘ of all the things to inquire in my life, you’re concerned about the fact that i have not battered an eyelash at the prospect of having twins? ’ a joyous laugh leaves the lips of the high queen ( EMPRESS, IN TECHNICALITY, as her advisors wanted her to be addressed by visitors; chandra preferred the lower title. it felt like home in her mouth. ) as her hands part, shrugging a bit.
‘ my husband and i were born of bloodlines descending from two gods in love, no relation, of course, for they gave their life to the world in other ways rather than a shared child. we were then foretold by the gods to marry and unite our kingdoms, ousted from our homes at twenty-three, our entire families were murdered, we fought tooth-and-nail to return to that which we loved, defeated nikolai, elvira, and their patron god, and now rule over the most influential empire on the continent. if the only thing in my life that should warrant any worry is whether or not i have one baby growing inside of me or two, then... ’ chandra laughs, a youthful glow on mature features, happy with her pregnancy so far, ‘ by all means, let me be nonchalant. ’
@iliakos : ‘ you touch my skin, and it burns for you. only for you. ’ pinterest sentence starters. not accepting.
‘ oh, beloved, ’ chandra’s voice tuts at him, gentle and kind, as he weeps into her palms like she is a prophetess and he, a devout who has lost the favor of his god. these are both far from true, of course, but the love that exudes from her as she fights this battle is all the same. she shushes him, wiping his tears with her hands. only for you, he says like it’s a prayer, and she knows that it is, because he is asking, in this way, why do i have only her left? why do i have to say goodbye to everyone else? why were they taken from me?
she brings him into her arms, a hand on the back of his head as she presses him against her bosom, her lips finding the crown of his hair. ( one day, she promises him, you will wear a crown of golden leaves, and they will be beautiful, and all will see that you are beloved by the gods and the people, just as i love you. one day, she promises him, we will be husband and wife, and we will oust nikolai and his whore from thrones that belong to us. if we do not, then we will spend eternity in the abyss together. our ashes will look so beautiful together. ) ‘ i know how you must miss them. we will avenge them. i know, handsome. i miss mine, too. but i’m here for you, and i will not let that bastard take you from me. you’re safe here, in my arms. ’
altan cries, and he continues to cry until his body cannot anymore, until he is brought about to slumber by the god of sleep, a silent and temporary mercy from the growing darkness behind his skull. chandra does not sleep - not because of the night, when she is most alert, but instead because a hawklike gaze casts watch over altan, precious jewel he is. she encourages someone to take him from her: she encourages nikolai to destroy that which is hers. she will rip his throat out with her teeth for making altan mourn. SHE WILL CONSUME HIS HEART FOR DEVOURING HERS.
