ARCHIVED // MOVED

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     Though I’m still in the midst of a little break, I always miss writing and I am in the process of working my way back into it.

     That being said, I’ve decided to do a little bit of clean-up in an attempt to come back fresh and without the worries muddled up here. In other words, I AM REVAMPING EUANTHE’S BLOG. I haven’t quite decided if I plan to leave this one up as archive or simply delete it, but I’m already finishing up the revamp and plan to easy my way back into things with a nicer, cleaner slate. Regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll keep this post queued for a little bit before anything serious happens to it.

     YOU CAN FIND EUANTHE’S NEW BLOG HERE. Hope to write with ya’ll there soon. ♥

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     Though I’m still in the midst of a little break, I always miss writing and I am in the process of working my way back into it.

     That being said, I’ve decided to do a little bit of clean-up in an attempt to come back fresh and without the worries muddled up here. In other words, I AM REVAMPING EUANTHE’S BLOG. I haven’t quite decided if I plan to leave this one up as archive or simply delete it, but I’m already finishing up the revamp and plan to easy my way back into things with a nicer, cleaner slate. Regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll keep this post queued for a little bit before anything serious happens to it.

     YOU CAN FIND EUANTHE’S NEW BLOG HERE. Hope to write with ya’ll there soon. ♥

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     Though I’m still in the midst of a little break, I always miss writing and I am in the process of working my way back into it.

     That being said, I’ve decided to do a little bit of clean-up in an attempt to come back fresh and without the worries muddled up here. In other words, I AM REVAMPING EUANTHE’S BLOG. I haven’t quite decided if I plan to leave this one up as archive or simply delete it, but I’m already finishing up the revamp and plan to easy my way back into things with a nicer, cleaner slate. Regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll keep this post queued for a little bit before anything serious happens to it.

     YOU CAN FIND EUANTHE’S NEW BLOG HERE. Hope to write with ya’ll there soon. ♥

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     Though I’m still in the midst of a little break, I always miss writing and I am in the process of working my way back into it.

     That being said, I’ve decided to do a little bit of clean-up in an attempt to come back fresh and without the worries muddled up here. In other words, I AM REVAMPING EUANTHE’S BLOG. I haven’t quite decided if I plan to leave this one up as archive or simply delete it, but I’m already finishing up the revamp and plan to easy my way back into things with a nicer, cleaner slate. Regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll keep this post queued for a little bit before anything serious happens to it.

     YOU CAN FIND EUANTHE’S NEW BLOG HERE. Hope to write with ya’ll there soon. ♥

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     Though I’m still in the midst of a little break, I always miss writing and I am in the process of working my way back into it.

     That being said, I’ve decided to do a little bit of clean-up in an attempt to come back fresh and without the worries muddled up here. In other words, I AM REVAMPING EUANTHE’S BLOG. I haven’t quite decided if I plan to leave this one up as archive or simply delete it, but I’m already finishing up the revamp and plan to easy my way back into things with a nicer, cleaner slate. Regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll keep this post queued for a little bit before anything serious happens to it.

     YOU CAN FIND EUANTHE’S NEW BLOG HERE. Hope to write with ya’ll there soon. ♥

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Saw this and it immediately gave off a huge Euanthe vibe. She lives and functions purely off of love.

Bonus:

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renserrar:

        Thalendor laughs. His free hand runs through the longer pieces of his hair, brushing it back from his face. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his new found relationship with the void has been very off-putting for most. Given the ways in which the Old Gods have disrupted nearly everyone on Azeroth’s lives, he can’t entirely blame them either.

        “ Well, it’s very kind of you to say so, ” he says. Then, “ You’re not so bad yourself. ”

        His fingers disentangle from the gently glowing strands of hair, star-like patterns splattered throughout haphazardly. It ebbs, disappearing just as quickly as it appears. Another side effect of his condition—not that he truly minds such a small thing. He waves his hand.

        “ No, no, I think I’ll be able to manage this, ” Thalendor continues. “ But I won’t say no to the company. I’m Thalendor, it’s a pleasure. ”

     a quick, flustered breath exhales as euanthe resists the urge to fidget with the loose end of her braid. she gingerly flicks the bundle of hair behind her shoulder by the silver bangle holding it together. it was temptation to a sheepish shaman, one which she refused to give into. she had done more than enough to make an embarrassed fool of herself . 

      ❝ well, i ... ❞ her voice skips, if only for a brief moment, ❝ i would not say that, but... i thank you. you honor me with your words . ❞

     it was not often she received such compliments, less so in a manner so forward and without remorse. to say it had caught her off guard was quite the understatement. she faced a great deal of strife and nonacceptance. to be cast out was not a feeling unfamiliar to her. perhaps it is due in part to the acceptance she so willingly carried; something that many people were afraid of. trust had become such a rarity. it is no wonder people seemed to fear her openness .

       ❝ if you are certain, then. ❞ the shaman finds very little room to push it any further. she smiles, a slight bow of the head acting as a seal to the offer presented to her. ❝ all the same. i am called euanthe. delighted to make your acquaintance . ❞

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renalah:

      “ If necessity were the reason for my offer, I’d hardly be as glad to share with you. ”

      Thasa’s grin, sudden and bright, is impish in nature, hinting at the tease lying just beneath it. Although the shaman’s friendliness inspired in her a sense of kindness in turn, there is no obligation between them, no. Rather, she is simply glad for the chance and the company after days of skirting past much less amicable greetings.

      With something of an answer given, Thasa rises to her feet, her satchel resting over a shoulder and the prized leaves still in their wrappings, clutched close.

      “ Won’t do to set a campfire up in the middle of a nicely paved sidewalk, I suppose. Come. We’ll scout for the perfect place. ”

      A tavern would be predictable, too dark and cramped for such open skies. What they need for a day such as this one, the warmth of the sun piercing rolling, fluffy clouds, is a quiet place to take it all in.

      “ In the eternal words of my grandmother, tea is a ritual, as much magic and preparation as any spell you can call to mind. What you put into it is what you get out of it. ”

     there is a sense of relief, above all else, at the playful nature of thasa’s words. it brings more of a comforting smile to euanthe’s face as she hides a soft chuckle in her throat. cordial affairs had been all the more welcoming now that things had begun to settle for a time. never did such a thing last in a world built on the foundation of war. it was not to be squandered with her own humbleness and silly self-consciousness .

       ❝ but of course . ❞

     hooves knock heavily against sidewalk as she pulls herself up, chain mail and jewelry rattling as they come to a halt in her standing. the purple crystals adorning her horns continue on in their soft clattering as she walks with the ren’dorei .

     ❝ such dedication. it is an honor to hear such words from one who put much time into that which they adored. i can only imagine the care that goes into making tea of such quality. a family’s work is always one of beauty and togetherness. i look forward to watching you put such knowledge to work . ❞ 

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{ooc} About to try and hit up replies but just wanna say how much I adore the friends I’ve made in this RPC. All ‘cause @shxmanisms left some very nice tags on some pictures I did and then @arcanemagic introduced me to some other very nice people. Y’all have helped me through some rough times and I hope I’ve helped y’all through some of yours.

♥ Bunny, Al, @crownofearth, @crownofstormwind, @necroarchy, @apudastra, @alightbringer, @verosmoonshine @frozenconsort ♥

They’re amazing people and wonderful friends

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It’s really hard for me to accept the fact that I’ve... actually been thinking about stepping away from the RP scene. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t due in part to the people who, for some reason, feel the need to remind me every single day that my writing and the character I’ve put many years of my life into developing and changing are bland and uninteresting.

It’s no big surprise anymore that my newer OCs have garnered way more attention. I’m hit with in-depth questions, plots, fan art, and all sorts of other nice things for them. Even the sketches and other oddities I do of them, no matter how messy and unrefined they are, get an absurd amount of attention. I am, by no means, complaining about that attention. It warms me to no end to have people interested in the characters I’ve created. It’s the kind of thing that keeps me going in times like this where I want nothing more than to drop everything and quit. I really do appreciate the people that continue to support the newer things that come.

But, when it comes right down to it ── I’m not as bonded to any of those characters as I am Euanthe. I’ve been working on and with her here and elsewhere for many, many years now. She’s changed in so many ways, just as I have. I’ve added new history, new characters, new changes in personality, and all sorts of other things in the time I’ve been writing her. I put so much effort and time into her, and even now she remains the favorite out of all my characters. It’s why I keep going back to her at the end of the day. She makes me feel comfortable. Having people like her and be genuinely interested in her is part of the reason I even push myself to write anymore. It’s not to say I don’t care for my newer characters. But when you spend a good chunk of your life putting effort into a character, you tend to get attached to them.

For the past two weeks I have been on and off deleting asks from my inbox and IMs from people begging and pushing me to “drop my draenei and do replies on Caelius”. I’ve had multiple nasty messages telling me how terribly bland and boring she is, staring from random anonymous claims spiraling into direct messages from people. Ranging from “I don’t like her” to “you’re wasting all your talent writing a goody-two-shoes” to “you should find a way to kill her off so you don’t have to write her anymore”.

And, frankly?? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of all of it. Not everyone is going to like everything. That’s common sense. But to go out of your way to tell someone you don’t like something and then bash them incessantly for writing what they enjoy is absolutely disgusting. I hate putting hours upon hours of effort and dedication into Euanthe only to have her pushed to the side for characters I made up and outlined on a whim. I’m tired of people acting like they’re entitled to my newer ideas and characters when they don’t even have the respect for the things I have more of an interest in. I’m not asking people to put her on a pedestal and worship her like a god, but at least have a little bit of DECENCY and respect that she’s a character that I have loved and cherished for years now. You don’t have to like her. But for fuck’s sake, don’t come to me telling me to drop her because she’s “bland and uninteresting” and then bash my writing as a whole. It’s just completely uncalled for and extremely rude. You don’t treat people like trash because you’re not a fan of something they’ve created. You don’t demand people write who you want. I’m a human being, not an OC machine. Telling me you prefer x to y and then saying how much you hate y doesn’t make me want to write x anymore. In fact, it makes me want to write them less. 

It really, really hurts me to come here to write only to be greeted with things like this. I’ve spent these last couple of weeks grappling with myself and my writing because I can’t find it in myself to do anything with how far it feels as though I’ve been dug into the dirt. I used to reply to everything damn near on the spot. There was always a constant flow of muse and inspiration for everything. But as of late, I can’t even write when I feel at the top of my game because of the things I’ve been told. Some days it’s been hard to even function. I’ve had thoughts I really don’t care to have and to be honest it’s terrifying.

If people can’t even respect the fact that my interest lies in playing a character that I’m personally attached to and have been working with for a very long time, then they don’t deserve my newer ideas. They don’t deserve to know how I’ve grown and changed and how I’ve developed my older characters. I don’t owe anyone here anything. I’m so tired of the sheer amount of toxicity and hate in this fandom. I’m tired of feeling like I have to do x, y, and z just to garner any sort of attention for myself. I’m tired of feeling like the things I put the most work into aren’t as good as the things I throw out in a hurry. I write to escape the pains of reality and to write and have a good time meeting new people and hanging out with friends. But as of late, it’s becoming harder and harder to slip through the rocks starting to block that out. It doesn’t feel like an escape to me anymore. It just feels like another trap.

In any case, I’ve written far too much. To make a long story short, I feel extremely pushed out by just about everybody and I honestly don’t feel like writing right now. I’ve been belittled, berated, and told to die over people’s dislike for an OC. If it wasn’t for the fact there are still people here who know me and love Euanthe to death and want to see more out of her, I’d be gone in an instant.

I have everything I owe drafted here and on Caelius. It’s in my better interest to drop everything completely and leave it at that, but my heart keeps telling me not to abandon all of them. There may or may not be replies to them in the future. If you owe me something, don’t be afraid to reply to it if you want to. I don’t know what I plan to do in the long run, but I can promise that my activity is likely going to be sparse for a little while. I might reply sparingly here and there, if I somehow manage to feel up to it, but I can’t guarantee it with any kind of certainty. 

Maybe if things die down, I might get back to writing normally again. But as of right now, it’s taking everything in my power not to stop RPing all together. I can’t write right now. 

I need a break.

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halsey (badlands) / starter sentences.

❛  sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise.  ❜

❛  i’m headed straight for the castle.  ❜

❛  they wanna make me their queen.  ❜

❛  there’s no use crying about it.  ❜

❛  do you feel like a young god?  ❜

❛  the two of us are just young gods.  ❜

❛  don’t get cut on my edges.  ❜

❛  my tongue is a weapon.  ❜

❛  if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.  ❜

❛  i keep a close watch on this heart of mine.  ❜

❛  i walk the line.  ❜

❛  i’ll admit that i’m a fool for you.  ❜

❛  they’re coming for me.  ❜

❛  my mind’s like a deadly disease.  ❜

❛  i’m meaner than my demons.  ❜

❛  who is in control?  ❜

❛  i couldn’t stand the person inside me.  ❜

❛  i turned all the mirrors around.  ❜

❛  goddamn right, you should be scared of me.  ❜

❛  can’t help this awful energy.  ❜

❛  are you insane like me?  been in pain like me?  ❜

❛  do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?  ❜

❛  you run on gasoline.  ❜

❛  i think there’s a flaw in my code.  ❜

❛  these voices won’t leave me alone.  ❜

❛  are you deranged like me?  are you strange like me?  ❜

❛  my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.  ❜

❛  keep on haunting me.  ❜

❛  you put a fever inside me.  ❜

❛  i’ve been cold since you left.  ❜

❛  i’ve done some things that i can’t speak.  ❜

❛  i found god.  ❜

❛  i found the devil.  ❜

❛  we’re lost somewhere in outer space.  ❜

❛  i’ve got a lover.  ❜

❛  it’s coming down.  ❜

❛  i’m such a fool to pay this price.  ❜

❛  i found a martyr.  ❜

❛  i found the savior.  ❜

❛  everybody wants to know.  ❜

❛  that’s the beauty of a secret.  ❜

❛  i don’t have to fucking tell you anything.  ❜

❛  these days i can’t seem to get along with anyone.  ❜

❛  you’re only happy when you’re sorry.  ❜

❛  i hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old.  ❜

❛  you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise.  ❜

❛  you’re spilling like an overflowing sink.  ❜

❛  you’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece.  ❜

❛  you were a vision in the morning when the light came through.  ❜

❛  i know i’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you.  ❜

❛  i’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you.  ❜

❛  everything is blue.  ❜

❛  i’m searching for something that i can’t reach.  ❜

❛  i don’t like them innocent.  ❜

❛  what happened to the soul that you used to be?  ❜

❛  do you remember the taste of my lips that night?  ❜

❛  i stole a bit of my mother’s perfume.  ❜

❛  i remember the fear in your eyes.  ❜

❛  feet first, don’t fall.  ❜

❛  keep close, stand tall.  ❜

❛  all we do is drive.  ❜

❛  all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.  ❜

❛  all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.  ❜

❛  would it really kill you if we kissed?  ❜

❛  what kind of dough have you been spending?  ❜

❛  what kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?  ❜

❛  we are the new americana.  ❜

❛  my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.  ❜

❛  i sold my soul to a three-piece.  ❜

❛  hold me down.  ❜

❛  knock me out.  ❜

❛  throw me in the deep end, watch me drown.  ❜

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brothersindeath:

     “No.” Unprecedented? No. Thassarian would not have bet on the likelihood of the factions returning to war so soon with one another, but the knowledge that they were now did not come to him in any violent wave of emotion – it came in the weary familiarity of a palm worn and calloused to the hilt of a blade, in the dull acknowledgement of old, bad blood exposed to the air again. He knew that Euanthe felt it too, in her own way, in a way he would never be able to relate to as he was. Intellectually, he supposed, he was tired, but undeath bound him to a lust for conflict that the living did not, could not share, and so he thought perhaps he could not understand the depth of the shaman’s exhaustion, even when his own mind screamed for release day in and day out. It was different, he thought. Nothing awaited him at the end of this tunnel. But Eunathe was still watching the sand slip through her fingers.      “Just… so quickly.”

He could not share, but he could worry.

     Reluctantly, he became aware of that fact that he did not have anything else of any particular value to say. In his older age there had always been a lamenting eloquence with which he spoke of Azeroth’s affairs, of the Alliance’s, of the Ebon Blade’s – but there was a lack of somber groveling to be had here, in part because he did not wish to upset Euanthe any more than she already was, and further still because he was at a genuine loss of words. He was at the very least grateful she had agreed to take it easier, if just for the present.

     His frigid gaze spared the surrounding wilderness a distant, uncertain glance. The death knight felt nothing in the presence of nature. Maybe he did as a boy, even in his lack of grace and higher being, without a grasp for any sort of magic, but beyond his death date it was nothing. It was disconnected from him. He only felt violence in its place, he only thought that it would be more suitable if the landscape was as frigid as he was. This was not true, and he knew it, and such feelings were treated as intrusive – but he was still dismayed they existed in the first place.      “Euanthe, when did the elements first call to you? What was that like?” He was not sure he truly wanted to know. He would not have asked if it were someone else. The shaman, however, had surprised him a number of times now, and he figured it would not hurt to venture forward with such a question, certainly not if it served to take her mind off of things.

     the sheer madness, the discord. no matter how often those that knew of war had come to expect it, never once was anyone truly ready for it. no matter the preparation, the prior knowledge. in the end, they were all just as vulnerable to the suffering it brought as anyone else. euanthe would never truly know, never understand it. naught more than a young heart thrust against the storm and shaped within it until she overtook it herself. she ached to find its eye. the search had become tedious and the hope of it even existing dwindled with every rising conflict. she would never know the hardship of being thrown back into it all after death had called someone to rest. to grapple with the mind and incomprehensible babble of a hivemind in the back of one’s head. the very images of such suffering was far beyond her .

     there was so little she knew of it; she had not understood her sister’s new place in all of this. she only recalled the last things she had said . 

     “ i’m still just dead to you. please don’t remember me like this . ”

     for countless moments she finds herself silently musing about insurmountable problems; the sort of qualms and fears the young should never shoulder. many people were but a shard of her age and yet still they knew of it. life was far too short. thassarian meandered the fine line between that truth and exaggeration. living was far too short. though the shaman had thousands of years beneath her belt, the time in which she had truly lived was all but short. there was no time. there was never any time. the more the thought crossed her mind, the more guilt bore down on her shoulders . 

     but for brief seconds at a time, she feels that worry lift. whether at her own strength or that of others, she finds the time to breathe again. the thoughts wisp from her mind in place of ones regarding the past; times she would never forget that shaped her as she was to be changed again by war. but through that change, her heart never hardened. her spirit never fully calmed. nothing dared change that .

      ❝ it was after my mother passed, ❞ she starts suddenly, her posture slipping forward in the seat she took as her free arm slugs heavily around the staff in the crook of her elbow. like a child hugging the neck of a worn teddy bear. ❝ my father... i recall seeing him on the peak of the hill hanging over the river. it was always running, always moving. she would bathe in it and dance with the current, it was almost as if my mother had a deep bond with the water itself. my father saw her face in its surface. every hour, of every day, he would stare into the water. at times his tears would fall unto the shoulder of the bank. my sister and i would watch him sit closer and closer to the edge of the hill. he wanted nothing more than to be with her again. we both knew it. but no matter what we would do, he would not move from his place. it was one day where he sat as close as he could to the edge that the wind called to me. it told me to seek someone out, that i would come to understand in time. i believe he heard it talk to me, too. he turned to look at me that day for the first time in many weeks. but even then, he did not speak to us. he only pulled himself back from the hill’s edge. but, in a way... that was his way of telling me that i would not have to worry while i was gone . ❞

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♡ VALENTINE’S DAY (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ my closest relationship is with my blackberry, thank god it vibrates! ” “ when i was a kid, most of the advice that my dad gave me was crap. ” “ there you have it, folks. young love. ” “ valentine’s day was a massacre in chicago where lots of people were killed. ” “ i don’t feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public. ” “ love is the only shocking act left on the planet. ” “ if you’re ever with a guy/girl that’s too good for you, marry him/her. ” “ i shut down my playerness from new years to st. patty’s day. ” “ i need happy, i need romantic, i need love, and i need it from you. ” “ i would crawl over cut glass to take you to the winter formal. ” “ dude, he’s from indiana. they only celebrate love your cousin day. ” “ did you even consider marrying me? ” “ when you ask a girl to marry you, do you want her to just consider it? ” “ then there’s the whole thing with my parents’ horrible… ” “ oh don’t tell me, that’ll take the fun out of guessing. ” “ i can’t stand the idea of some jerk hurting her, i just can’t. i can’t. ” “ what’s the greatest love song of all time? ” “ i’ve never had an inkling before. i wasn’t sure what to do with it. ” “ what do you do with the flowers? ” “ you don’t step in to love, you fall in. ” “ apparently everyone and their mother felt that way but nobody had the guts to tell me. ” “ have you ever seen someone fall head over heels in love? it’s ugly, bro. ” “ love doesn’t exist unless you acknowledge it in front of other people. ” “ unfortunately, the truth makes everything else seem like a lie. ” “ it’s not about defiance, it’s about what a man will do for love. ” “ that is a really weird way to talk to your boss. ” “ this is the busiest day of the year for phone sex. ” “ you know, i’d like to say yes. but… i don’t know if i can afford it. ” “ when you love someone, you love all of them… ”

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devilslcg:

“Totally certain. Aha, I guess it doesn’t bother me when people eat because I’m a chef. I’m always trying to feed people when I can, so I don’t want you to think having me around is a reason to stop.” He chuckled bashfully and scratched at the back of his head. She had been hungry enough to start, and it didn’t disturb him in the least that she took his suggestion to heart. Eating was important, and he didn’t want her to miss out on a meal because of him.

Though the smell was a distracting. He tried to keep his attention focused on the jewelry and the pieces he was especially fond of, but the savory aromas tickled at his nose. His head gave a slight turn, eyes falling shut as the scent took him. It guided him by the nose and made his stomach grumble with jealousy. Sanji acknowledged that he was an excellent cook himself, but he was always enamored with other peoples cooking and how skilled they could be.

That, and — sometimes — it was nice to take a break and not be the one to cook his own meals.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where did you get that? After I’ve bought something here, I might have to find where you get that and get a little something for myself. I haven’t eaten lunch yet.”

     there were a countless number of doubts still floating around in her mind about continuing her meal in the presence of a customer. still, it was very unlike her to go against their recommendations and wishes ── even if such a thing included eating. the reassurance brought to her by his words, at the very least, was enough to return her to her food with a bit of a relieved smile on her face. euanthe dared not question an act of understanding. such personal acceptances and willingness to let things slide was all but welcome to her in a world filled with such strife and turmoil . 

     a few moments are lost in the thought of taste as the concern begins to slip from her bite by bite. the silence that follows is not one of unease, but rather of comfort. it brings her a measure of peace to enjoy what’s left of her meal as he browses her stand to his heart’s content in the meantime. it is a subtle arrangement met with good intentions and naught more than the sound of the wind blowing against nautical tapestries. it only breaks momentarily at the sound of his inquiry. she carefully pulls the utensil from her mouth and sits it back in its proper place by her plate as she tries not to laugh at the thought .

      ❝ ah, my meal? i am afraid no restaurant in town serves anything like it, ❞ the implication seems prideful but, in truth, it comes off a bit more disappointed. given the variation in the oceans and the fish within, it’s not surprising to think something within it was unobtainable there. ❝ i prepared everything myself, down to the extras. having to deal with shipments simply to make things as they were back home has been rather difficult, but it eases the homesickness. not even the restaurants here serve anything even remotely similar. ❞ a slight shrug of the shoulders. ❝ oh, but i apologize. i must be rambling again. despite my own qualms, there is a very nice place just at the peak of the other side of town that gets quite busy during lunchtime. perhaps that would be to your liking . ❞   

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       “Now, now! One mustn’t leave everything to deed.” Akama played at quiet offense but his voice clearly sung with amusement. “Without words to give things meaning, anything can be misunderstood and we wouldn’t want that.”

   Words were a powerful tool to both help and hinder. Even a simple jest could tilt a situation into Akama’s favor. But that was hardly the intent presently. The sort of self disbelief Euanthe harbored wasn’t a problem that could be dispelled with a few encouraging comments. It would take quite a bit more coaxing and, in the end, only Euanthe could make the change. It had taken four years of careful planning and quiet orchestration to humble the Lord of Outlands. Akama was ever the patient man and there was ample time.

      “Though you speak the truth. Even living in Outlands, I am aware of the significance of your deeds. I wonder, what will you do now with the Legion crumbling?”

      ❝ you say that as though words could not also be misconstrued. ❞ a slight shrug of the shoulders and a know-all wag of an index finger. euanthe was often one to submit to one with experience and knowledge beyond her own be it she was incorrect. yet it was not a studied sternness she read from akama. thusly, she breaks past hesitance without so much as a pause or step in-between. ❝ but i suppose a bit of both would strike a nice balance of things. as shaman, we would know plenty of that . ❞

     the feeling of being able to do anything was one not often in the shaman’s reach. there were far too many things to question and things left to chance. nothing was ever certain anymore. more often than not had she brazenly walked through fire in some fruitless attempt to calm it for those that followed in after her. but all the flames were beginning to die out, now. her skin burned and yet the smoke had already begun to clear. it surged in her blood, it kept her overtly wary. but now that the silence fell and she could smell the soot and crumbled debris, euanthe finds herself breathing. the war is all she’s seen, almost all she’s ever known. yet now even the ashen air of the aftermath is a clean breeze .

     she softens in her prideful prance .      the shaman grows tired . 

     ❝ ── perhaps it is too hopeful to insist that i might finally rest, ❞ she admits, tone tinged with the unspirited.  ❝ there are wounds to be healed and still far too much to be done. i take a great responsibility, watching over so many. it has pained me to be away for so long. ❞ she breathes past the knot in her throat, expression narrowing as her grip on the old staff in her hands tightens. ❝ but even knowing this, i care not for the consequence. the legion has taken much from us. perhaps from us, more so than some. their lives will never be the same. but it is still in my power to help them make it their own ─ to help them see what it is worth. they have done much for me and this world, and i seek only to repay it. and should it be that i do not rest until my time comes to see it done in full, then it shall be so . ❞

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I love them. ♥

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