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No.84: Athens

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No.15: Athens

[kelleysoularts]

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[spellbindingsisters]

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[mayte-i-martinez-blog]

Technically a redraw of a certain episode but this scene tho.. hm hm not good with words Artist:Mayte I. Martinez #mayteimartinez #mayte.i.martinez #2017work #adventuretimefanart #brokenpath #digitalart #photoshopillustration #personalmeaning #imbadwithwords

[jekana-blog1]

Tired

Kana stared outwards. It was not even at the brink of dawn. Her eyes moved out over the dark horizon that just begged for the sun’s kiss. Her brow slowly furrowed as she rested her chin upon her knees after hugging them to her chest. “Har’koa?” She said after several moments of that deadened silence. “...Am I at least makin’ joo’ proud?” Her voice came out quietly, hesitantly. “I be a laughin’ stock. I know dis. De only use I ‘ave ta’ most ‘ere is dat I can heal. If I don’ prove any worth, I know w’at ma’ fate will be.” She clutched a handful of her own hair, staring with exasperation at the ground now. “It be a real heavy weight ta’ carry. An’ I thought it was great. But I been burnin’ ta’ DO somethin’. Ta’ fight. I used ta’ be real good. An’ now... I stick bandages on otha’s an’ pray dey don’ die so I’m na’t blamed.” She closed her eyes and turned her head to her right, releasing her grip on her hair. “I used ta’ t’ink it was great. Even though I always ‘ad de itch ta’ become... more, I neva’ cared. An’ now I be conflicted on so many sides! I don’ wanna let anyone down. I don’ wanna be selfish.” She opened her eyes, solemn gaze upon the dark horizon again as rain began to pitter-patter down on her flesh. Her voice came out again, barely above a cracked whisper. “An’ what if I fail? Dose who fail in fightin’? ‘s a stronga’ or quicka’ opponent. Dose who fail healin’? ...Joo’ve -killed- someone dat joo’ supposed ta’ protect. I ‘ave Kro’jax ta’ keep me safe... But if dere be unfortunes dat push me away from de otha’s... if I get lose somew’ere... Har’koa, please protect me if dat eva’ happens an’ I be kept away from ma’ lynx. Because I can no longa’ hold ma’ own.” She let her hands fall to her sides, oblivious to the pile of hair strands that she’d left during her self-ranting, plucked out in her state of distress. “Can’t see de stars out tonight. Maybe t’morroa’.”

[norialavellan]

[broken path; open]

Her eyes followed the stranger as they walked around the Alienage. She didn’t know them, she didn’t like that. She didn’t know what was on their mind or for what purpose they were there. When they approached, she sneered.

“You’re in the wrong place.”

[norialavellan]

The Snake [Mairwen]

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Her name was Danyla. Her parents would never see her again. He was to blame. She didn't know his name. She only heard some people call him Braddock. Unnecessary information.

What was important was his schedule, and she knew it. She had spent days observing him from the shadows. He would go to the tavern once the sun went down, and he would leave once the moon was far, his step always unsteady, reeking of ale and smoke. Sometimes he would sing.

He was singing that night too. Some song about tits and mermaids. He walked a few paces, bumping on walls, shouting profanities every time he did, blaming them for bumping into him.

And then he was silenced. "Who the fuck--" He fell on his stomach. Naked feet stepped on his back and a hand pulled him back by the hair. She trapped his head in the crook of her elbow and before he could cry for help, she dug the knife into his throat, cutting slowly.

And that was it. Justice was served. Justice was red. She wiped the knife on his tunic and she was about to stand up when she saw her.

Noble-looking, auburn hair, green eyes. Eyes that saw her. Her heart punched against her chest rapidly. It was all going so well. Panic settled.

She ran away.

She didn't run off.

She was the first to see her. She would be the last. No time to observe, no time to plan. She just followed.

She had to remain a secret. Had to remain a myth, a story to scare the children a little and the adults a lot. And that was why she walked in her room, fingers tight on the hilt of the knife. She approached the bed, took a good look at her and raised the blade.