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@afallcnstar >> continued [x] “True,” he conceded to the young man. Those pale gold eyes watching Zuko curiously from where the startouched elf had been mediating. Peacefully, mind, but mediating. A crick-crack of his neck as Aaravos tilted his head some. Oooh, that felt nice. “But hope is also ephemeral. It will fade just as despair will. Best to keep both in equal measure.”

“I know that better than most.” His fingers instinctually brushed against the scar that covered much of his cheek, an ache lingering in his amber eyes. “There were years where it felt like the only thing keeping me moving was desperation,” He exhaled through his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet Aaravos. “But you’re talking about hope and despair like they’re equal weights you have to balance.”

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Not Aarvos giving Zuko a chance to share his tragic backstory ™️ in a monologue.

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❰❰ LIFT ❱❱

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme // @afallcnstar

Smoke chased them as Aaravos fled across the broken mountainside with Eve still slung over his shoulder. The wind howled like something mourning as behind them, the wyvern nest burned. Cliffstone cracked under the fury of wings as the mother wyvern pursued, but the elf did not run in the frantic, desperate way prey did. His stride was smooth and terrifyingly controlled as gliding steps that carried them down the shattered slope as if he were walking through a palace corridor rather than escaping a killing field. The human sorceress was not being quite being manhandled like a sack of potatoes. “I hate this!” she screamed into the rushing air, voice ragged with smoke and fury. “Put me down, you arrogant! Infuriating!” Her fist struck weakly against his back as the egg burned warm against her chest, where she clutched it in the dark rune-woven sling. Its heartbeat-pulse thudded faintly beneath her fingers, stubbornly alive, stubbornly present.

Behind them came another wyvern shriek, raw, grieving, furious enough to make the air itself tremble as fire exploded somewhere high above, scattering stones and molten sparks down the cliff face. Eve twisted violently, trying to look back while suspended upside down. “You hear that?” she shouted. “That’s what you did! You wanted the spell,” she continued, voice climbing higher as panic and fury tangled together inside her chest. “You said it would stabilize the convergence! You said it would work better with a live catalyst!”

Another roar thundered behind them as the wyvern mother dove again, wings slicing the air with the sound of tearing thunder. The invisible starlight barrier flared violet and cold around them as the beast slammed against it with bone-shuddering force. Eve’s stomach lurched at the impact as she huffed with a mixture of fear and anger. “Stop being so calm!” she snapped at Aaravos. “They are trying to kill us!” His hand shifted slightly where it supported her back as though he were carrying something temperamental rather than fleeing death. Another burst of fire roared overhead, painting the sky in orange and dying gold. The cliff path narrowed as beneath them, the drop fell away into wind and shadow. Eve’s breath hitched as her magic flared involuntarily at her fingertips, violent pink sparks snapping like small storms. “Put me down!” she shouted suddenly, twisting hard enough that her hair whipped across her face. “I’ll kill those oversized lizards!”

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“wow, you’re on fire today.” he sounds amused.

random sentence prompts // @afallcnstar

The prison was created to keep things from getting out, but it did not stop things from being able to enter inside if the right runes and words were said. Shelves of ancient tomes lined the curved walls, their spines catching and multiplying in the reflective surfaces. A wide desk floated near the center, papers neatly stacked despite the fact that nothing here was ever meant to change. All of this inside of a calm in the bottom of the ocean for centuries keeping one being inside, all except, apparently, her.

The demoness hovered a few inches above the floor, sleeves rolled back, tail flicking with irritation as she dragged a cloth across the desk. Each swipe left faint scorch marks that the prison immediately tried to erase. Eve muttered something under her breath as a pile of scrolls slid back into disarray the moment she turned away as flames crackled along her fingers. “Your prison refuses to stay tidy.” Eve’s head snapped towards the cloaked figure on the other side of the room as she shot him a glare and snapped her fingers, conjuring a small controlled blaze that incinerated a cluster of dust motes midair. “Don’t patronize me!”

She paused, cloth still in hand, then scoffed before picking up more scrolls from the floor as demoness hissed with irritation. “You summoned me to help you escape. Instead I’m your… what, housekeeper?” The ginger was continuing her duties of tidying up the study as she turned her back as she inhaled deeply. She was summoned to this realm from her homeland and was not able to return until her task was completed. Helping the startouch elf escape from the prison, but in the end they both became trapped inside of the study as she was not able to leave.

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Plotted starter for @afallcnstar

Humanity had sought to conquer and control magic instead of trying to truly understand it like they did centuries ago. Magical creatures were hunted down to be used for ingredients and experiments, which caused most to go into hiding, themselves off from humanity. However, magic could not be closed off forever, as there was always some way for it to be learned. A woman who had been blessed by the fey, unaware of her past connection, inherited magical abilities she wanted to understand and learn. It was raw uncoupted magic which humans could not understand, so she decided to seek out beings from legend that could.

Stone jutted from the mountainside like the spine of some ancient beast, and beyond it stretched only cold wind and endless stars. Snow moved in slow spirals across the ledge, catching faint light from the heavens above. The human stood alone at the summit as she pulled her cloak tight. Samantha was attempting a summoning ritual based on a legend of communicating with Star-touched elves.

She had etched the runes into the rock by hand, tracing them with glowing rose-pink light, stone softened beneath her touch. Above her, the stars slowly shifted into what she had been waiting for. The ginger had studied their movement for months, waiting for this single alignment spoken of only in whispers: the moment when the sky itself remembered a name. Samantha's fingers trembled as she placed the final mark before she rose to her feet.

The woman closed her eyes, focusing as she began the invocation, the words felt fragile leaving her lips. Opening her eyes, the human glanced around as the wind fell silent. For a long moment, nothing happened until snow froze midair, hanging like pale stars of its own. The circle beneath her feet pulsed once, responding not to the words but the stars above as if they were suddenly glowing more intensely.

[wylkstone]

’ Are you.. happy? ’

. . . HE BURIES HIS HEAD FURTHER INTO HIS ARMS, reclusive and unwilling to budge. Weeks had passed since he'd been recovered from the East-West Buffer Zone, but the child had rendered himself selectively mute and unwilling to cooperate.

The land was different. The language, a bit different too. Alma had been able to bridge the gap between himself and the rest of the Guild but Nata wasn't always willing to interact with anyone outside of her. It didn't help that he'd constantly been hounded for information by these strangers.

A shake of the head as he relents his answer, the only acknowledgement Aaravos would get. Nata's breath hitches with an inhale, shuddering and stifling a whimper before letting that same breath out.

[bloodstrings]

“Don’t chase the rabbit” / Linh! c:

the rabbit you happen to chase is an apparition, a spirit of sorts, or maybe it's some form of faerie? you aren't sure, as your vision can't hold it still. it's like it's shaking or vibrating at a speed unfathomable. all you know is that it's a shade of pale blue, almost ghostly white, and transparent in spots where it's truly dark.

it runs past bustling streets and into a large building, one that resembles that of an opera house, a place to perform. a tall man with shoulder-length black hair so dark there's shades of blue shining within stands and tries to help one of his orchestra get a solo just right. a little girl with long lavender hair is mimicking him at his side ; her head turns as she feels a cold breeze of the rabbit running past her.

she turns to look back, meeting your eyes - but she's not really looking at you. she's looking at her mother, who shoos her gaze to look back at the band. one of the trumpet players plays a false note, shrugging when the girl looks back with a gasp.

‘ sorry, i lost tempo because my conductor lost track of the beat. ’

the little girl gasps, pouts, then clears her throat before she speaks with feigned authority : ‘ again! ’

{ send ‘don't chase the rabbit’ for a random past memory }

[heimskringlas]

❝  i  can  be  a  very  useful  person  to  know.  it's  one  of  my  best  qualities.  ❞  or  so  he's  been  told.  personally,  loki  would  like  to  hear  more  praise  for  his  sense  of  humor  or  immaculate  taste  in  dress  —  ah,  but  a  compliment  IS  still  a  compliment.  ❝  my  rates  are  generous,  too ...  you strike me as someone who knows EXACTLY how boring eternity can be, so maybe you'll understand — i  just want to spend my time doing things i find worthwhile. nothing more, nothing less.  ❞

@afallcnstar &&.  liked  for  a  STARTER.