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[nightdaughtcr]

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She looked at him, Rand al'Thor. The dragon reborn. He was nowhere near his full potential yet, but she knew he was getting stronger; she was counting on it. What he didn't have (yet) was a calculating mind, not like Lews used to have. His calculating mind went by the name of Moiraine, and of course, herself. She let her face soften a little; she was as soft as she could be near him, showing him almost no one else saw, a part of her buried deep inside of her, underneath all of the darkness. "What are you afraid of?" Lanfear searched his face for the truth, and she saw him. All of him.

[kiigan]

pick up Tachi!

@caracarnn is still affected by the Awkward Exes(tm) curse, alas He had been watching him moving about the apartment closely, concern fluttering through him at the apparent illness that seemed to be affecting him. He didn't say anything because he wasn't quite sure if it was actually his place or not. The last straw, however, was when Itachi seemed to sway once he got to fixing things in the kitchen. Rand, immediately, rose from where he'd been sitting and got him in his arms before he could. Light, he wasn't sure what sort of flu it was but it was pretty bad, he was even sure he had a fever. "I've got you." He told him as he lifted him off of the ground and carried him straight to Rand's own room. He wasn't sure if he'd mind that but it wasn't at the forefront of his mind, at least for now.

ㅤIt was... really hard to not make things awkward when your own body decided to act against you more often than not. And he'd not even been doing anything that taxing, simply dusting off the bookshelves and now getting ready to pull the dishes out of the washer and put them in place. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Problem was, when your blood vessels couldn't be trusted to begin with and it was summer time on top of it, random and sudden crashes in blood pressure were par for the course. Like right now.

ㅤThankfully, Itachi still had the presence of mind to clumsily place down the pile of dishes on top of the nearest counter; the last thing he needed was to drop them all and then fall over on top of the shards. Just when he was already bracing himself for that faceplant, however... what he found, instead of the hard kitchen floor, was... soft arms...? A soft whole other body, in general...?

ㅤCurrently feeling so lightheaded that he couldn't tell if this was real or if he'd already given himself a concussion and was dreaming the whole thing, he let his eyes fall shut for a moment - and, next thing he knew, when reopening them, he was now lying down. With Rand's concerned face staring right at him. Whether it'd been a minute or an hour, he also couldn't tell. What he could well imagine, however, were the causes leading to the present state of affairs - hence, the sheepish look on his still pale face as he pursed his lips.

«...Um- it's not as bad as it looks...?»

[dragxnsnfire]

The sun hung low as Julianna stood waiting, the breeze tugging at her gown. She hadn’t seen Rand in years, and though her heart quickened, she knew this meeting wasn’t simple. When he finally appeared, her breath caught. Rand.

"Rand," she greeted softly, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You came." She forced herself to meet his gaze, the past rushing back to her. Duty, betrothal, and the reality of her life stood like walls between them. But the connection, the pull, was still there. "I hope the journey wasn’t too difficult," she added, the words almost a formality.

@caracarnn

[scriptorxfabularum]

@caracarnn

     SHE LEANED IN WHEN ONE of her servers came jogging up to her to whisper something in her ear. Brows furrowed at the message and she glanced at the door as if she could see the answer lying beyond it. “Someone’s looking for me?” She repeated, looking at the serving girl. “Yes, mistress.”

     The vampiress sat up, waving the other servers away who were standing around her, ready for whatever was going to be coming through that door. Her canines grew longer, her eyes darkening as she nodded to the serving girl to let in whomever it was that was “looking for her”. There had been plenty of people across the centuries who had wanted something from her. Most wanted her to turn them. Some wanted to kill her. She wondered what this person - a young man she was told - wanted from her.

     She was ready to get out of the way of any type of weapon if necessary - though she would have to kill the man standing guard at the door for not having done a thorough search of her guest if that was the case - and watched, though still pretending she was relaxed in an attempt to throw off whoever stepped in.

[luckhissoul]

@caracarnn asked : "How long do you think that we have until they come looking for us? It seems like we've been running for too long with no end in sight. I thought we were going to do something good for once. I thought we'd actually manage to make a difference."

there's a crumbled pile of papers at their feet. scattered over the floor of this small cabin. they've been holed up here for a day. he knew that it couldn't last much longer. but it was good to sleep in a bed for another night. although that didn't help with the papers. those were wanted posters that they both had torn down on their way through the last town they had passed through. they didn't really think it'd help. how many people had already seen those posters? how many law men were already after them? and it seemed that every run in was starting to feel more and more like a close call. they had gotten themselves pretty beaten up on the road.

in fact when they had first stumbled into this cabin he wasn't sure that rand was going to make it. but the stab wound in his side was roughly sewn together and wrapped tightly across his torso. rand is insisting to get going tomorrow. but mat's not so sure that he's going to manage being able to ride. stabbed because of what exactly? mat's not so sure he even has the story straight. he's seen the papers and the dime novel stories that they made about their run. and it's almost convincing.

but truth was rand had been given a marshal star not that long ago. they were chosen to enact justice. something mat hadn't even been keen on doing. light, all he wanted was a warm bed, a nice gambling hall, something strong to drink, and a girl or two to bounce on his knee. he knew it was a bad idea even when rand had practically dragged him away from his comforts and off to avenge the death of the last marshal. but once justice was served they started to see the posters pop up all over the place.

"maybe we ought to consider crossing the border into canada at this point. or how about mexico? they say that mexico has the most beautiful women."

[helreginn]

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"What are you doing?" She whispered loudly, panic rising in her voice and she fixed him with a tight wrinkled frown before ducking behind the shoulder of a man that concealed her small shape entirely. Her disembodied voice rang loud, even over the cacophony of crashing furniture, grunts and groans and yells. "Hide!"

[heavenlyblight-arc]

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"Do you ever wonder how lonely you are as you sit with your yourself after a long day of playing tug-of-war with your destiny?"

[stellsaria-a]

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Nat was sat atop the walls of Skyhold, watching the comings and goings of the fort, looking for interesting people or good targets for mischief. Her eye caught on the fancy looking man with bright red hair and grinned finally finding a fun target. She made her way down to him, walking right up to him with a bright smile on her face and the cheeriest voice said. "Hiya! Would you like a dagger?"