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resonance. || A Web Weave for the Love of Serendipity Angemont
@countercharmd
Ingeborg Bachmann, tr. by Mark Anderson In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Songs from an Island”
Ray Bilcliff
Fatima Aamer Bilal from her garden yearns more for visitors than water.
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert The Most Foreign Country; “Sky”
Anne Carson An Orseteia
Anne Sexton The Touch
Mitski Strawberry Blonde
The prince would not. stop. talking. About everything. About anything. By the end of day three Arawn longed for silence in a bone deep, aching way, he thought that the long stretches in the isolation cells had beat out of him.
But no, apparently not.
"Look, if you're trying to get me to kill you before I drag you back home to mommy and daddy, this is..." a sigh. "Honestly, a great way to go about it. Please, five minutes of quiet, your highness."
@countercharmd for our royalty au!
E4 for Ren I think that would be funnay
"here." fel extends the book to serendipity with a warm smile. "i finished it and i thought you might like it." the two had quickly bonded over a shared love of stories, and the drow often passed books onto him when she finished them. "it's really sweet. it's a romance." the smile on her lips is wistful and far away.
she settles beside the tiefling on one of the logs at the camp. "are you doing okay?" fel asks, gesturing to her head as a universal sign in their party of 'given the tadpole of everything'.
-> STARTER CALL. for @countercharmd.
the wall is high, made of uniformly laid cobblestone — yet it is that specific choice of material that will be its undoing. the spawn runs careful fingers over its surface, pausing as his hand brushes against a prospective foothold. ❝ it's only forbidden if you're a coward, my dear. ❞ astarion says — then scales the wall with ease. he perches at the top for a moment, peering down in a distinctly catlike manner before holding out a hand.
@countercharmd &&. liked for a STARTER.
oh, i'm nobody. nobody at all. just pretend you never saw me. || @countercharmd
Today was meant to go a thousand other ways. Percy wished he could say that waking up on a beach, sand in his pockets, was the last place he'd expected to be this week. But that would be a lie. His mind was still reeling from everything he'd experienced on the ship that was now in pieces, burning & scattered around him. He wanted to be thankful that he was free, but the wriggling in his skull begged to differ.
It was all disorienting, really. Percy almost didn't recognize that the shape he was moving towards was a person. he must have lost his glasses in the crash - oh this was going to be a blast.
"I don't think so, "Percy cuts back, trying not to betray his irritation. The day had gone any way but planned & his head was still reeling. Or was that the tadpole, squirming for reign in his skull? It makes his skin crawl, not knowing what it could do to him. it's easier to see the stranger now that they're a bit closer.
the intensity of his desperation must have left him vulnerable, or maybe it threw itself at the stranger's mind to try & understand. Percy's fear & frustration throw themselves against the edges of the retreating stranger's mind & he's stunned. he wants to dig deeper, wondering if this is a result of the tadpole - did the stranger have one too? did he know something that Percy did now? he didn't like the thought; that the information could be there, barely out of reach.
He sets his jaw stubbornly, stepping after the other as he tries to leave, " what was that? "
@countercharmd — starter call / accepting!
“this is rotten stuff,” anais says, picking through the spoils of their most recent battle. “already the silver is green around the edges.”
@countercharmd asked: 🌧 / for Astarion mayhap !
To say that Astarion was less than thrilled was quite the understatement. Standing in the middle of the rainstorm, arms crossed, a scowl on his lips and a rather mutinous expression on his features ... he had never looked more like a drowned cat than now.
"Are you quite finished yet?" they had left to loot and gather supplies for camp when they had got caught in the storm itself.
