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how long had she resented the man she was now here to overthrow? after quietly coming to the area to get settled before their presence was known, aisling had learned about the twins. two perfect daughters, she supposed. now, it was time to make her stance. with two of her more intimidating packmates by her side, aisling made her way to the o’phelan’s castle. she waltzed in, glancing around the entrance–room–turned–lobby and rolled her eyes. “excuse me, but is mackinley o’phelan home? the matter is urgent,” she called out, voice echoing off the old architecture. ( @controlyourfear )
“Talk about boring.” It was mused aloud, a hand brushing through her hair as she walked briskly through the streets. Having spent so much time bouncing from one city to the next, she wasn’t exactly excited at the realization that she couldn’t actually leave Wildemount. Then one took into account the veils, the struggle going between those who wanted to fix them or destroy them. She huffed, head shaking. This is not what she came here for.
Then again, she wasn’t really sure why she came here. Just another stop in her travels. Just because she was stuck here didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself. It wasn’t like she was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Small miracles. And there were all sorts here, if nothing else, the company would prove to be interesting.
New friends, new faces, and....familiar ones?
She drew short, blinking several times, as if one of the times her eyes opened he’d disappear. But he didn’t. He was here.
“Asmodeus? How-”
@controlyourfear
@controlyourfear ft. Mackinley
Every step further inside the hotel only reminded the brunette about what it meant to be with a pack. It had been years now that she had been alone. It was always just herself and Danielle until recently when she had begun coming around frequently. More than she had in the past few years at least. Dani had other children to play with, children who understood what she was going through. While even if Phobe remained quiet and didn’t talk to many of the other wolves, she founds herself beginning to become somewhat further comfortable the longer she stuck around. She began to feel as if it was time to converse with Mack. Even if she had laid eyes on the alpha, it had been months since attempting to actually speak with him. Dropping Danielle off with the other children she sucked up her pride and found herself knocking on the male’s office door.
@controlyourfear
"Well now, this is an honor.” Varian offered an overdramatic bow-but it was a bow nonetheless. The Hunt might be outside the Courts, but he was staring down royalty regardless. And one didn’t ignore fae royalty-not without consequences. “This certainly makes things interesting.” He rested his chin in his hand, mouth agape slightly as he waved a hand towards the other. “I’m oh so curious as to what brings someone like you to a place like this?”
Halaman 142.
Terkadang ketakutanmu mampu mengalahkan pikiranmu
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Ketakutanmu jugalah yang mampu mematikan langkahmu.
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Wajar memang, untuk memiliki rasa takut dalam hidupmu, tapi kamu harus mencoba untuk mengatasinya, jangan biarkan ketakutanmu mengendalikan dirimu.
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Tenangkan dirimu sejenak, ubah cara pandangmu, mungkin saja dirimu selama ini dipenuhi dengan pikiran-pikiran negatif yang sebenarnya itulah yang memusnahkan semua mimpimu.
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Bersyukurlah selalu, dekatkan dirimu pada Tuhan, hilangkan ketakutanmu dengan perlahan.
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Kamu pasti bisa karena kamu adalah manusia yang kuat.
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“Did you hit your head?” from mack
“I might have? I could have.” Robin reached up and behind himself, pressing on the spot that was throbbing, yet relieved that he touched nothing particularly wet. Spilled blood was wasted blood, no matter how fast he could regenerate it. “All systems appear to be functional, though. Are my pupils different sizes? Guess it’s a good thing I’m so headstrong.”