#bek

[allengreenfield]

BLACK-EYED PEOPLE ENCOUNTERS: Adult BEK-Like Entities Reported by Witnesses Throughout America

https://phantomsandmonsters.com/post/black-eyed-people-encounters-adult-bek-like-entities-reported-by-witnesses-throu#google_vignette

[ainohikari]

So I had to watch Gods of Egypt at work (and yes, I can afford to watch movies while working what a time to be alive)

And i didn't expect much from it since it was all idk kinda shiny.

My face of disbelief starting from "I have a name" straight (a-ha) into "God of impossible"

The agony of being the only one in the room actually SEEING it.

I feel gaslit. Did the writers do it intentionally? Or they just didn't recognize the issue of abandoning the characters' love interest early in the plot and making all the profound character development happen while they interact w/ each other or because of each other.

Well now I'm in love w/ this ship and the amount of fics on them is criminally scarce. I ran out of them already actually

[labdanismanlik]

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https://www.labdanismanlik.com/tumurunler/laboratuvar-urunleri/bek-brulor-burner/

[youareanemberintheashes]

"Come with us," Kiya said, her gaze pleading. Cassian smiled regretfully. "She has no need of me where you're going." "But...we do," Kiya said. Her brother draped an arm over her shoulders, and though he wore an expression of irritation and censure as he tried to turn Kiya away, Cassian thought he knew enough about young men to see the hurt that festered beneath. "Oh? Not enough destitute gamblers in Tamar?" He smiled when she stuck her tongue out. "I have work here, twin two. I cannot." That was half the truth. He couldn't live in the same city where Amara was living out a life that didn't include him. And he didn't have a right to be near enough to mar whatever happiness this future she had planned would bring her. pg.357

[youareanemberintheashes]

Bek hovered father away, his angry expression his best effort to cover the guilt that made his eyes tighten at the corners. “Bek,” Amara said. He took a step closer, looking at Cassian without moving his head. He shrugged and smiled. Always he tried too hard to be Djar, stoic and silent without the other’s age and maturity. Without his mechanisms for dealing with the torrent within. Amara could not bring it into the open with Cassian present. That would be an unforgivable revelation of weakness for a boy of only three Cycles. pg.283-284

[youareanemberintheashes]

He tapped the brush against the paint-strewn board, then swept it in short strokes, tilting his head and leaning to one side as he did. Then he did the same in the other direction. Kiya and Bek mirrored the movement. It was unexpected, how deeply the sight pierced her. How comfortable it was to watch him, and them together. How quickly her mind took the image and extrapolated it to the pleasure of always waking to such a sight. To how much she would love to be a part of this side of him. See it from start to finish. See him, from start to finish. To have known him as a boy, and see him when the grey had overtaken the black of his hair and age had refined him. pg.283

[youareanemberintheashes]

"How do you pick the colors?" Kiya asked, leaning forward farther to peer at the board that held a mishmash of paint. "Practice," Cassian said. "And getting to know your subject very well?" Her teeth flashed, and her dangling feet kicked faster, and Cassian glanced at her, allowing Amara a quick view of a raised eyebrow. Bek snorted, stretching his legs out and folding his arms over his chest. "I only paint things I enjoy looking at, yes." Cassian focused on the painting again. Curiosity nibbled at Amara's insides, but she was too charmed by the scene to interrupt it. In the back of her thoughts there were other matters. Pressing things to be thinking of. But these moments were important too, peace and calm stolen around the whirlwind of life. These were the moments that all the others paid for. The balance of a life lived with purpose, were the moments without it. pg.281-282

[youareanemberintheashes]

"Obey me, Bek," Amara said. There was no power in it, but Bek flinched, and inside, she fractured, watching someone she loved look at her, even for an instant, with fear. He had not known before. Had resented she never used her magic. He knew now. She was glad her power was already failing. Before it hurt someone. Before she lost her grip and revealed herself to be not a savior, but a monster. The wounds she'd covered so long ago reopened, bleeding, shame into he thoughts. pg.260-261