🌹 * / TAMED THE NIGHT .

  ——     your   calculations   are   off   ;   this   merits   a   triple   fuckdamn   at   least   .

[spyvara]

god i desperately need to reread sofia’s scenes in t.loll i’m rlly struggling w her voice for the first time in a while

[shipsinks]

(     *     ——     HADESTOWN OBCR LYRICS  .    sentence starters ft. new lyrics from the 2019 cast recording of anais mitchell’s hadestown  .     feel free to mix  &  match  ,  change pronouns  ,  and amend as necessary  !

❛  guess you don’t scare easy  ,  do ya?  ❜

❛  are you brave or stupid  ,  son?  ❜

❛  it takes more than singing songs to keep a woman in your arms.  ❜

❛  son  ,  i too was left behind  ,  turned on one too many times.  ❜

❛  can i change the way it is?  ❜

❛  what are you afraid of?  ❜

❛  he’s just a boy in love.  ❜

❛  have a drink  ,  why don’t you?  ❜

❛  no  ,  i’ve had enough.  ❜

❛  step into my office.  ❜

❛  tell my husband to take his time.  ❜

❛  he loves that girl.  ❜

❛  well  ,  that’s too bad.  ❜

❛  i know this boy.  ❜

❛  you stay out of this.  ❜

❛  but this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve.  ❜

❛  no  ,  [name]  ,  you should go!  ❜

❛  doesn’t matter which one.  ❜

❛  who are you?  ❜

❛  why are you all alone?  ❜

❛  where do you think you’re going?  ❜

❛  we take what we can get  ,  and we make the most of it.  ❜

❛  and you’re late again!  ❜

❛  lemme tell you something that my mama said to me.  ❜

❛  now  ,  some may say the weather ain’t the way it used to be.  ❜

❛  you might say that it was in spite of herself that this young girl decided to stay.  ❜

❛  it was summertime on the road to hell.  ❜

❛  there was a poor boy with a lyre.  ❜

❛  there was a girl who had always run away.  ❜

❛  the king of the mines is coming to call.  ❜

❛  did you ever wonder what it’s like on the other side of his wall?  ❜

❛  she’s gonna ride that train to the end of the line.  ❜

❛  everybody trying to get a ticket to go.  ❜

❛  everybody trying to get a ticket to go  ,  but those who go  ,  they don’t come back!  ❜

❛  that’s me!  ❜

❛  who makes the summer sun shine bright?  ❜

❛  young man  ,  i was young once too  ,  sang a song of love like you.  ❜

❛  what’s that noise?  ❜

❛  why do we turn away when our brother is beaten?  ❜

❛  let there be some term to be agreed upon  ,  some condition.  ❜

❛  can i change my fate?  ❜

❛  why do we build a wall and then call it freedom?  ❜

❛  doesn’t matter which one.  ❜

❛  why do we turn away instead of standing with him?  ❜

❛  if we’re free  ,  tell me why we can’t even stand upright.  ❜

[nightqueencersei-deactivated201]

[spyvara]

          there’s definitely a meta in that last reply somewhere about the balance between sofia being a good person who’d help people because they need it versus her inherently seeing the possibilities and ways to turn any situation to their advantage versus needing to balance both of those against what would happen if this power fell into our enemies’ hands first now she’s inherited amberglass but i’m too tired to do anything except ramble at kim on disco about it

[spyvara]

–––––  but it was alchemy that drove back the darkness every evening  ;  alchemy that lit the commonest home and the tallest tower alike  ,  cleaner and safer than natural fire.   it was her art that tamed the night.    

[spyvara]

oflegendaries‌:

               ❛ please, we need…we need SANCTUARY, countess amberglass, and we need it badly. ❜ his pride has not often let him beg, but for his mother’s sake, suffering a few blows to it is the least he can do. he bows to the doña sofia the BEST he can, with his arm still around the pale-haired, frail woman’s waist to hold her up. ❛ i’ve got money for your trouble, ❜ the boy swallows thickly then, ❛ AND MY ART, should you ever have use for it. i just want to make sure my mother will be safe here. ❜

STARTER CALL : TODOROKI SHOUTO. / @spyvara

          TWELVE GODS.    THERE’S NOT ONE BUT TWO KARTHANI MAGI IN AMBERGLASS TOWER  ,  and begging her aid  ,  no less.     ❛  sendovani  ,  ❜     sofia breathes  ,  an outwards slip of disbelief.     ❛  you are very far from home  ,  master bondsmage.  ❜     this could be a trick.    the gray king debacle is not so far behind them yet  ,  not far enough for sofia to suppress the shiver of unease which runs down her spine.    the excitement which runs next to it is something else.    lorenzo might be the one of them whose interests run towards business  ,  but her mind is already turning over the possibilities  ,  extraordinarily fast.    ❛  that’s quite an offer.  ❜     they’re a child and a fragile-looking woman.    they hold the power that brought the therin throne toppling down.     ❛  i should like to hear your story very much.    you are  ,  of course  ,  most welcome.  ❜

[spyvara]

amberglass ot3 + kiss, obvi

          THE RAIN COULDN’T HAVE MADE A MORE ILL-TIMED APPEARANCE.    they’re standing outside the temple of fortunate waters  ,  readying the horses for the journey back to amberglass  ,  and the temple doors have just swung shut for the noon hour when the first drops of rain begin to fall.    it takes no time at all escalating into a downpour  ;  all three of them are soaked to the skin in less than a minute  ,  the wall at their backs failing spectacularly at providing any kind of shelter.  

          they’re prepared for this  ,  after a fashion.    sofia’s holding a silk parasol  ,  quite the thing for the light  ,  unpredictable rains expected this time of year  ,  but the rain falling now is unseasonably hard  ,  driving  ,  to the point that even trying to leave would be a fruitless endeavour when it’s impossible to see more than a foot in any direction.

          even ducked into the supposed shelter of the stabling grotto  ,  all it does is keep the rain from hitting them quite as hard as before.    sofia shivers  ,  and before she quite realises what’s happening  ,  there’s a cloak wrapped around her shoulders.    no  ,  she realises  ,  hers and lorenzo’s.  

          ❛  i ought to have packed oil-cloaks  ,  ❜     stephen says  ,  looking straight ahead at the rain-slick street.     ❛  though i believe i once said something about the gods’ creation of the enlisted man.  ❜     

          the cloak is just as wet as the rest of her clothes  ,  but it’s an extra layer  ,  and sofia leans into it with a soft smile  ,  a sudden bloom of affection curling in her chest.     ❛  it isn’t a competition as to which of us can freeze to death the fastest.  ❜ 

          gods  ,  what she wouldn’t give for the warmth of amberglass tower and a mug of something hot in her hands.    her years of alchemical botany have taught her well  ,  always one to endure discomfort rather than make a fuss.    it’s so cold  ,  though.    sofia can’t help but rub her hands together  ,  blowing on them in a fruitless attempt to circulate some warmth.    and then  ——  an equally-chilled hand envelops her own  ,  lifting it  ,  and sofia turns to her other side in time to see lorenzo press a kiss to the back of her hand  ,  and then to stephen’s.    he keeps hold of them both afterwards  ,  and even though all of them are just as cold and wet as each other  ,  sofia begins to feel warmer.

*     clearing out my inbox ft. a kiss in the rain.     @oflegendaries​ !

[princesconsuela]

[spyvara]

okay  ,  new info doc set up  &  i’m officially dash-only for the time being !!    i’m gonna watch co.co and then i’ll be around to catch up on a couple of veeery overdue drafts

[spyvara]

*

[spyvara]

sofia salvara sofia salvara

super spy super spy

[spyvara]

im getting frustrated thinkin about how much of a pain sofia is when she’s pregnant...... she loves her kids and her family but gods help her She Wants To Be Working and someone prob had to lock the door to her lab and hide the key before she submitted to bed rest  ( with her alchemical books and midnighter reports close at hand )

[spyvara]

give sofia a girlfriend

give sofia a girlfriend

[elinka]

Pomengranates and Oranges

by Peter Hammer

[spyvara]

🍝 from the husband when she's working late!!

          SOFIA HASN’T LOST TRACK OF TIME, despite how it might look.  she’s just too focused, working slowly but surely through the latest problem, to stop and go to bed before she reaches the end of it.  there’s nothing to do for it, on these nights, but to keep working; even if she were to give up and go to bed, she knows she’d only be kept awake trying to solve it, and sofia has never preferred wasting time when she could be doing something more productive.  still, it never hurts to take a break now and then, especially when the distraction comes in the form of her husband and a plate of food.  there’s a settee in the corner of the room, but sofia ignores it in favour of clearing space on the bench immediately beside her and motioning for lorenzo to sit.  she wastes no time in settling against him once he does, eyeing the food but otherwise unwilling to move for the moment.    ❛  thank you, lorenzo.  ❜  

*  SEND A SYMBOL.     accepting !     @oflegendaries

[spyvara]

spyvara‌:

festive modern au where sofia isidoro is a botanist working out of her family home in venice whose plants are rumoured to be magic.  she swears it’s all natural science, but there’s no denying there’s something unique about her products.  she can grow a flower that will instantly brighten the atmosphere of any room you put it in; mint leaves to cure heartache when steeped in tea and consumed; a sweet orange that put the sourest sort in a most agreeable mood if they eat a slice.  according to word of mouth, the products of her workshop can do anything from increasing wakefulness and concentration  ( the sometimes harried-looking police captain she only ever sees in the very late or early hours )  to easing emotional turmoil  ( the elderly lady whose mansion sofia makes deliveries to once a week, for loneliness; sofia always stays and talks if she can ) .   she has her suspicions that her neighbour, recent heir to some of the country’s most famous vineyards, has no more need for the products her buys from her than she does for the liquor she buys from him, but she isn’t saying anything about it. 

#lorenzo and sofia who don't have a goddamn clue about what they're buying from each other at first#but they just show up like 'i'll have uhhhh five of that please'#sofia not realising for the longest time that stephen is vorchenza's son until one day he's home when she makes a delivery#and it's the first time she can remember seeing him out of uniform#festive fluff............................

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send me a symbol to give my muse...

💋- a kiss. 🐶- a puppy. 🌸- a pretty flower. 🍦- a cone/cup of ice-cream to share. ❤️- an hug. ✍🏻- a letter. 💍- a ring and a proposal. 👒- a cute accessory. 🍝- some good food. 🎁- a gift. 🎀- a bow.