#chantdeath

[chantlight]

( I love them sm // always accepting ) SIDONY [ @chantdeath ] WROTE: a big smooch for the wife

IT ALL HAPPENED SO QUICKLY. One moment Sidony was pressing her lips to Cassandra's. The next Cassandra had pulled her into her lap and tangled them so close they were almost one skin. She would have slipped between Sidony's ribs smoother than any knife and lived there wrapped around her heart for all eternity. In this one way she could envy spirits: that they could become one so completely with another soul, no beginning and no end. Let that envy be a sin of which she'd never repent.

Cassandra did not let go even when demand for breath forced their lips apart. Her face buried into Sidony's neck, happy to suffocate in her. One hand slipped into Sidony's hair to deftly pull out every pin holding it in place. That hair heavier than nightfall and glossier than the Minanter's waters — they wouldn't leave these walls once it was loosed. That hair, a veil between them and the world none could pierce. And when finally they had to disentangle themselves, Cassandra's fingers would linger still carefully securing every strand. Any reason to keep touching her.

[mournflame]

( the locked tomb // accepting ) SIDONY [ @chantdeath ] WROTE: ❝You see death as a mistake.❞

❝NO, IT IS THE CONSEQUENCE of a mistake. The Maker making us pay for His own ineptitude.❞ Blasphemy came easily. Johanna hadn't prayed since the day her family disowned her. She was no one's daughter and never would be again — not even His. If she ever set foot in a chantry again, like as not she'd set herself on fire just to see the Mothers faint. She knew the Chant only to bicker about it. Not because she was truly invested in challenging Andrastian doctrine but because it was an easy way to render most people incomprehensible with anger.

Not Sidony, though. She was instead being subjected to a rare moment of sincerity from Johanna. Brought on, no doubt, by a little too much from the bottle of cheap wine they shared. The scent of it perfumed her opening argument.

❝Threnodies five: 'And He knew He had wrought amiss. So the Maker turned from his firstborn and took from the Fade a measure of its living flesh and placed it apart from the Spirits'.❞ There was not an ounce of devotion to be found in the recitation, only smugness. ❝If He'd simply gotten it right the first time, He wouldn't have needed to create the Veil. No Veil, no death.❞

❝But, nooooo!❞ She waved her hands in slightly drunken pantomime of horror. ❝He fucked up, fucked off, and stuck us with the bill. Then He whines about being forgotten. Typical.❞

[ch4nticle]

❝ I don't think we're supposed to be in here. ❞

@chantdeath liked for a one-liner: from miriam!

[chantlight]

( circe // accepting ) SIDONY [ @chantdeath ] WROTE: ❝You threw me to the wolves, but it turns out I prefer them to you.❞

THAT STUNG, BUT CASSANDRA HAD earned it. It'd been decades since they were those young girls stealing moments of joy on the streets of the Grand Necropolis. Decades since they'd clumsily tattooed one another and sworn they'd never be apart. That tattoo was faded now. What lingered was the memory of pain.

Cassandra was ashamed to say she couldn't recall the cruel words she'd spat out before disappearing from Sidony's life. She'd been cruel to everyone then. Only her body had survived the massacre that claimed her brother. Her soul had been lost in the Void. When she looked back on those years, all she saw was darkness and rage. Even now it threatened to choke her.

Her mouth pulled down, with guilt clinging to one corner and heartbreak to another. ❝Is that why you left then? Nine years ago, when we recovered that artifact, you —❞ Sidony had left in a huff and with no explanation, but accusing her of that when Cassandra had done worse when they were young seemed hypocritical. ❝There wasn't much time for conversation, but I'd thought we were . . . getting along. Perhaps I misjudged. But, I've tortured myself every day since wondering what I did wrong and how I may make it right.❞

Her fingers twisted over each other painfully.❝I have much to atone for where you are concerned.❞

[whocanretell]

‘my life is my reputation. it is all I have.’ - for bull

"But are you living it?" The Iron Bull buries the shovel deep in the ground, pressing down with a booted foot. "Or are you avoiding it because you think you won't like who you'll find deep down?" He tosses a shovelful of dirt onto the pile, wiping sweat from his brow as he surveys the grave. "Don't get me wrong. I've buried a lot of people." His hands rest on the shovel's handle, facial expression unreadable. "It's a comfort, what you do, what you're striving for. But life is for the living." He nods in the direction of the small family gathered there, their arms filled with wildflowers, and climbs out of the hole. "You should go. We'll find rocks to cover it and keep scavengers away."

[nahrid]

nixe i think you are very cool & you bring such great depth & nuance to your characters anyway keep up the amazing work ur incredible

hi, excuse me, who gave you the permission, the permit, for this???

[whocanretell]

hi just a reminder that you’re incredible & such a joy to talk to & also you bring me great pain every day with headcanons so why

hey pal, did you know that sid is going to end up being skinner's first human friend outside of the Chargers if they ever learn to tolerate each other