#ava-esque

[mysteriouself]

Excerpt from an AU I'll never write: Avallac’h carried the tray carefully down the narrow corridor, the ship’s lanterns swaying with the tide. He heard the noise before he reached the door. He paused. Another sound followed and he feared that someone inside may be in trouble.

“Miss?” he called softly, shifting the tray to one hand.

No answer. He set the tray down and reached for the latch. It wasn’t locked.

Avallac’h pushed the door open.

Steel kissed his throat.

“Don’t move.” Ciri stood between him and the room, eyes hard, breath controlled, knife angled for the kill. “You’re not a deckhand.”

Avallac’h swallowed, feeling the blade scrape his adam's apple just so. “You’re not a girl on a casual voyage.”

[mysteriouself]

"From the moment I set eyes on you, no-one else existed."

[mysteriouself]

"You're the forbidden fruit and I am compelled to take a bite."

[mysteriouself]

[mysteriouself]

Dear Lara, They say passion makes any man a poet, but I haven't slept in three days and cannot think of pretty words to string together for you at this time. It has been three days of bombs falling on us without cease. Even as I write you I am unsure if I will finish this letter before one falls upon my position. But even now, even here in this terrible place you are all my heart ever thinks about. Even at the moment of death you will be the last thought on my mind, the last face in my mind's eye, even my last breath will be your name. Forever yours, Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha~

[mysteriouself]

Behind the cherry bushes, a light-haired elf with a triangular face and huge, almond-shaped eyes sat on a round stone. He was playing, his fingers danced over the holes of the flute. Although he noticed Ciri and Kelpie, although he looked at them, he did not stop playing. The small, fragrant white flowers and the black cherries had an intense smell such as Ciri had never experienced in her life. No wonder, she thought soberly: In the world where I've lived, the cherries just smell different. In that world, everything is different. The elf finished the tune with a long high trill, put down the flute, and stood up. “What took you so long?” he asked, smiling. “What kept you?” - //My Ideal Book!Avallac'h

[mysteriouself]

"Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skillful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called Love."

[mysteriouself]

Fake in-muse callout post based off this meme

@starwrittenfates Cirilla, Yes, this is about your blog. Again. Before you dismiss this as “another lecture,” understand that I am not criticizing you for the sake of it. I am… concerned. Constantly. Your latest post ended mid-sentence. You were describing an unstable jump between spheres, and then nothing. No follow-up. No clarification. No indication you arrived safely anywhere. Do you have any idea what it is like to read that? You treat these incidents as anecdotes. They are not anecdotes. They are dangerous, unpredictable ruptures in space and time that you insist on narrating as though they were minor inconveniences. Your readers are not “on a journey” with you. They are actively trying to confirm you are still alive. And, if nothing else, a simple line at the end would suffice: “I arrived safely.” You may find it unnecessary. I do not. Sincerely, Someone who is tired of refreshing your blog to see if you got eaten by something Ps. “Minimalist Packing Guide” ??? (you own exactly ONE shirt and it is not by choice)