#arch.tba

[bolnav-blog1]

@ofviscrys

“because you do. you wouldn’t come to me if you didn’t want something. i’m not generally the type of man people approach unless there’s something in it for them.” viserys spoke, sipping from his drink as his eyes fell on the other. “so what is it ? you want access to my sister ? i can get you in a room with her, but i can’t control things after that. or do you want me to do some horrible deed you can’t do yourself ? because, people don’t seem to believe that i do not act on behalf of others, and i do not control the dragon. it comes out whether i like it or not, and so far, you are testing it’s patience.”

It’s almost laughable or would have been if it weren’t for the fact the man before him talks about selling his sister as if it was nothing. But he’s careful, he;s always been careful in the matter of learning who to listen to, who knows information, who can be of use. Be careful of this one. It’s a warning held from Thorn, he lets his dragon slip the message, careful as ever, watching the man with his drink.  “Why would you be so willing to sell her?” It’s a question that soft spoken, and perhaps one not meant to be asked, but he an outsider. That would be of more use than one could imagine if they knew the extent of his power.

[bolnav-blog1]

@heavynlymuses

“Perhaps,” she agrees, nodding her head once at him. “But there are some trespasses that can not be forgiven. Sometimes we make mistakes that hurt too much.” Like not returning for your children and fleeing into hiding. Like letting your sons think you’re dead. “And there are some mistakes we may make and never admit to, because to do so would break someone’s heart beyond repair.”

“I often wonder if that ever crossed my mother’s mind. If she ever regretted leaving me to deal with my father, and his rage.” It’s a comment that shouldn’t be said on any account, he pauses and looks at her for a moment. “I’m sorry you don’t need to hear that, you’re a mere handmaiden.” 

[bolnav-blog1]

@warstopper /  starter call

  Perhaps he shouldn’t be able to see the runes that are etched on the surface or even whatever this place is. Perhaps it’s the magic: the dragons magic that runs through his blood that allows him to see what normal humans wouldn’t. Either way this place, it has reminders of things that had been his history. Whenever he sees runes in a different place that is not it home, it looks like they’ve been passed down or their name and power has been lost in the retelling but the new blood has found a reason to use them. He touches his hands for one of the books for a moment.    No one has asked him questions, they’ve assumed he’s one of them, he made an effort to blend in among whoever these people are.  It might be also the fact that his magic is able to weave protection for himself, but none the less he’s wary.

[bolnav-blog1]

@zcldrizes

A MOMENT PASSES BETWEEN THEM, in which amethyst hues flicker over the features before her, a soft nip of her lower lip dulling the flesh at the expression within his gaze. There’s such a sense of want there, and even within her own trepidation it’s obvious to her – once before, their lips had touched, and with such an expression, she suspects they will again. “Then speak the words and let them be true. Please.”

It’s a resounding silence that feels so much louder than what it is. It feels so much louder, it feels so much harsher than anything he’s ever felt. Murtagh Morzansson is not a coward, but when it comes to love. He does not bend open, he has never broken open. The words she wants him to speak are ones that do not come from his lips lightly. They are not spoken unless meant. He cannot afford to lose her: he’s realized he cares.  Fingers outstretch to touch the bottom of her chin, almost a delicate touch.                   “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” 

[almuluth]

@craoslasrach

   He holds his fingers over pale fingers, cupping them, the ball of light that catches in his palms an illuminates the room. It glows casted between the pair of them, and he can see the wonder in eyes at the little ball of light. It’s not something he’s been able to do, not since Shai passed, but here he stands holding a ball of light between them and it’s a bittersweet thing because he’s been lost for so long.                    “I...I don’t know how to explain it, but you made me able to do this again.”  

[keptpromises-blog]

@crueltywon / starter call

Summers had passed with a blink of the eyes. His time had been spent among his twin brother and his cousin in Germany, roaming the streets of Berlin. It had been a slow dragging summer before the years of school had dragged back to life. Nicky had finished years ago. Andrew has only about two years left. It’s a blessing really: it bores him. The amount of times he’d skipped classes during his last year but still had passed his OWL exams says a lot on the type of person he is.      None the less the train ride is dragging this year. His fingers curled around a muggle smoke, he likes the flavor on the back of his tongue. He has a window cracked: not that anyone will see him. He’s further back in the train, mostly to avoid Aaron, and his group of friends that tends to follow him around, He takes a hit of the smoke, they’ve still got awhile before they get there.

[keptpromises-blog]

❛ it feels better in my dreams , though . ❜

IN TONGUES SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING IT NEVER DOES FOR YOU.      But such things aren’t talked about. There is no fickle desire of love: no need, no ache to burn at the back of his bones. He only finds people interesting when they have something to give: something to exchange. A truth for a truth and sometimes a painful one at that. It’s a wicked game that he plays, and most don’t last. He either loses interest , or they end up calling him a dick and leaving. Which never counts as a loss, he never claimed to like people at all.     ‘Dreaming is for people that don’t know how to live.’ A bitter statement, but his dreams have long since turned to ash, and now leave nothing but bitterness in the back of his mouth. 

[keptpromises-blog]

‘ i feel like i’m caught in a nightmare and i can’t wake myself up. ’

* dark matter starters / accepting

 NIGHTMARES WERE MEANT FOR CHILDREN.

   But  What if all you’ve ever known has been what lingers in that dark recess of the mind. The subtle ache that leaves boners scored open by wounds that are not meant to be shown to the world. They were never ready to see what hid behind the flesh and the bone. They never will be either. Not until they can accept the cruel world: it’s a bleak outlook really. How fast you’ve fallen from grace.         “I don’t dream anymore.’ Liar tongue: liar mouth. You’re empty inside because you bury it so deep so it cannot touch you. The echoed remains: something that was wicked and curls under the skin: sometimes you think you can just blow it all away. Take it all away, but it doesn’t stop the imprint: it doesn’t stop the scars. God you want him to shut up. You want him to stop talking because he makes you remember how it feels to dream. And you don’t want to dream anymore: it makes your flesh ache in the worst ways.                    He exhales and tries to fall back asleep.