#bladesheart

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grcwingstrcng replied to your post “me crying & eating dinner @ 10:45 pm as i icon elf dad: don’t look at...”

rayla vc: dad ....

bladesheart replied to your post “me crying & eating dinner @ 10:45 pm as i icon elf dad: don’t look at...”

hi dad 

!!!!!! come get y’er dad!hug !!

[crownguardprodigies]

@bladesheart

cont’d from here

“Hm... That was sarcasm, right?” Soren asked tapping his chin in thought. He still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of that.

“Which means.... you don’t respect me. Got it.”

[kaashortest]

// @bladesheart

( ✧ζ ;  ) “look, i know we haven't always exactly seen                things eye to eye, but... i need your help." 

[bendingtook]

bladesheart replied to your post:           “i’ll give rayla this, she sure knows...

“snow elf.”

          “i made myself into a snow being before!” 

[shinyarmored-blog]

        “So, they have moonberry juice, right? What about Blackberry Juice? Or Grape juice? Any special kind of Xadian juice? I’m asking because I really like the stuff and I want to use it.” More like, drink the whole thing.

@bladesheart // starter.

[darkheartcd]

cont.

@bladesheart // elf.

She immediately flared her nostril at the other, trying to figure out exactly what she was trying to say. Was she going to say something about the princes? About the late king?

She betrayed Callum, the one human thing Rayla seemed to care most about. She wanted Claudia to feel the same pain Callum felt.

“He’s never going to trust you again.” she finally spat.

      The elf’s venomous words do not miss the mark; Claudia winces, knowing there is truth to that claim. He likely hates her already --- the mage scoffs at own thoughts, certain that likely is just an euphemism. It had been evident enough in Callum’s eyes, in spite that colored his words as he accused her of having taught him that spell. Her kind of magic; dark and drenched in death.

      She had been too worried about his hurting himself to mind his loathing, too preoccupied with the dragon, and then there was nothing on her mind but Soren. The more time passed, the more it bothered her, guilt gnawing at her insides as much hurt. Claudia had had her chance to speak to Ezran, to make peace; not with Callum. 

      It would not be as simple with him, either. 

      “That isn’t for you to decide.” Claudia feels less certain than she sounds. Easy to act so confident in front of the elf, to act aggressive, antagonistic; most natural, too. She couldn’t see Rayla as more than an enemy, even now.  “Where is Callum?”

[tofh]

@bladesheart​​  liked  for  a  starter   !

 toph  is  beside  one  of  the  trees  ,  one  arm  crossed  ,  the  other  holding  a  stick  in  her  hand  with  two  more  balls  of  meat  speared  at  its  end  ｡  she’s  already  eaten  two  from  her  stick  ,  and  another  full  one  ,  and  there  are  two  more  yet  to  be  eating  next  to  the  fire  ,  but  she’s  saved  those  for  rayla  for  when  she  gets  back            which  ,  apparently  ,  is  right  about  now  ｡

 swallowing  the  last  bite  of  her  meat  ,  toph  gestures  to  the  fire  ｡      ❝  i  saved  two  of  them  for  you  ｡  if  you  hadn’t  gotten  back  in  time  ,  i  would’ve  eaten  them  ,  though  ｡  just  so  you  know  ｡  ❞

[diguerra-moved]

❛ any love i find will be treason ❜ (@claudia)

MEMES // accepting.

Green eyes study the elf with seriousness uncommonly found in Claudia’s demeanor, neither absentminded nor lighthearted; there is no display of contempt either, however, none of the harshness she had reserved for Rayla in the beginning. There is truth in what she says (why she speaks to her Claudia does not know; lack of better option, perhaps, Ezran too young and Callum likely the subject at hand and Soren being, well, Soren). 

Claudia tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, uncertain how to go about it. They’re not friends — not really. Are they? Though circumstance had brought them to the same side, it had been too little time for friendship to form, all the more so when they had both regarded each other with tremendous mistrust. Sure, they were learning to work together, and Rayla was not bad for an elf, and she may have regretted a little bit to have tried to hurt her before, but were they friends, really?

It must have been wearing at her, this fear of love, for Rayla to come talk to her.

“I guess.” It’s not unsympathetic, truly; if not in words, there is sympathy in her tone, in hesitance borne out of gentleness reflected in her eyes. “The humans would definitely see it as treason for a human to love an elf, at least.” Claudia turned away, gaze falling to her restless hands, inattentively picking at her sleeves (This was treason as was, sitting beside an elf in friendly chatter, offering her kindness; a twinge of guilt cut through her heart, thoughts wandering back to Katolis, to her father, to the family she was helping break apart instead of holding together. He would be so disappointed —no, not only that. He’d hate her). “And besides, isn’t it treason already that you’re friends with humans?”

“We don’t really choose who we love any more than we choose our family… but no one should be kept from love… not any more than someone should be kept from having a family.”