#arcanarosa

[ravirider]

I BANISH YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM

“… You and what army?” he scoffed.

[travmsoldat]

❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞

Baldur's Gate Sentence Starters.

"What a ray of sunshine you are," says Phillip, just as a woman comes forth form the cheering crowd with a apple-cheeked baby in her arms. She holds it up to Bastion, tearful, in the hopes that their town's new savior might kiss the child's cheek and imbue in it some of his astounding valor.

"You can now add Witch-Slayer to your list of many names. Only this time, it won't be a false one."

[laperlina]

❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞

Baldur's Gate Sentence Starters.

"The devil you know, Speaks sweet and slow. Finds your cracks, Then makes them grow. You think you're safe. But don't you know? You're in his thrall, You’re undertow.

You know the devil, So you can-not see, How cruel your fate Will surely be.

The siren song, The luring hymn, Seduces hearts To waters grim. He sang to you Beneath the tide, With longing words, All of lies. You followed love Into the sea… His love’s a snare. Your soul, the fee.

He dragged you down, Then let you go. You sank within What felt like home. No voice, no hand, No final cry. No devil loves you When you die.

The siren calls, You won't return. The sea keeps all Who fail to learn. Beneath the waves, The shadows pave, The devil you know, A watery grave.”

She lifts her head from the script, and frowns rather deeply. When both Bastion, Adella, and a handful of palacefolk were drafted into this play as part of Phillip and Rapunzel’s pre-wedding festivities, she had little to suspect that she would be partaking in—in—

“Propaganda!” She waves the script over her head, looking out to the empty theater echoing her voice. “What—what—fishmonger came up with this propaganda?”

[travmsoldat]

"Quick. I need to borrow your horse."

"I refuse to treat Samson like a library book," tuts Phillip. "Go borrow one of the chickens."

[laperlina]

❛ I ‘never told my love’ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears. ❜

"Sounds like a whole lot of cowardliness, to me," she says, blinking back up to look at the stars. "If I were in love, the over-head-and-ears kind, then no one could ever stop me from saying it two, thirty, maybe thirty thousand times a day... You see, Bastion, this is where cowardliness gets you. Here you are, pining to this day for the he or she you never let know you were deeply in love with." She blinks his way again, wide-eyed, and with a fantastically narrative voice. "Doomed to relive the memories of your old love forever and ever until the day you die."

[laperlina]

❝ your job is to control chaos, not to succumb to it. ❞

THE WITCHER SENTENCE STARTERS.✦✧.

"You can't tell me what my job is! Who are you? I get no money from you. No coins or cakes or even poems. Only frowning." That's only partially a lie. He gives her some other thing, at least, in the form of assistance as he applies a cooling salve along her wounded knees, elbows and palms. What started off as a mission to free a single captive pony had rapidly devolved into a jailbreak of every petting zoo animal in town. As a non-human herself, in secret anyway, she is much too sympathetic to the plight of those forced to endure the restrictions set upon any creature by a man. First merfolk are forbidden to so much as peek over the ocean surface, then donkeys and deer and ducks are to never explore the world beyond the confines of a stable? Neptune. The injustice never ends! She has yet to get used to the whole running thing, however, which is why she's all bruised and bloodied up from the whole fiasco. "Maybe if you helped me, I--" she winces, inhaling sharply from the pain. "I--w--" She gives up. A newly emancipated goose waddles past them. "Being alone i--is too hard. Next time will kill me."

[laperlina]

❛ Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❜

"I won't leave you," she laughs, perfectly opposite all his grief and melancholy, bringing his face so close that their noses rub just the tiniest bit. "Never."

She kisses him then, as measuredly, slowly, as the water lapping against her shoulders. How do the stories go again? The ones about a mermaid's kiss? "You can follow me now." Her smile spreads along his lips, her palms sliding forward to clutch him by the back of his jacket. "Ready?" One, two--she doesn't wait for three. Adella drags him into the sea with her, down, down and farther down than even that, into an abyss he's more than overdue to be acquainted with. WUTHERING HEIGHTS SENTENCE PROMPTS .✦✧.

[laperlina]

‘ it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus! ‘ FROM MY MAIN BOY

Oh sure it is, but so is she. Her whole glamor, the kisses just for show, this entire trip–all just one bright lie after another, with no meaning in the end. They’re selfish beings, the both of them, each tricking and purposing the other into each their own causes. 

But the way Adella seeks his comfort is still awfully convincing. How she curls into him so warmly, how the balm of his voice soothes all her trembling… the tradition of scary story telling by the fire is a human tradition she’ll always abhor. Aren’t fires scary enough? Now tales of spider giants and fading love have to fan those flames? Have to?

“Hocus pocus rhymes with locusts, which are very real,” she whispers conspiratorially into his ear, so that the thousand-year-old storyweaver can’t hear. “Let’s go. This lady has no manners, I can tell. She eats eyes for dinner, I can tell. And my eyes, not yours though, are too beautiful for eating. Let’s go.”

Hocus Pocus Sentence Starters .✦✧.