#divinatiions

[lavcrre]

In some ways, it’s easier this time. Alone. She is scared, and hurt, and lonely, but she’s not performing for anyone. When she and Fjord and Yasha were taken, so long ago, she spent her time humming. Then at least, if they woke up, if they heard her, they would know that she was still there for them. They would know that they weren’t abandoned.

There is no one to hum for, now. It is only a waiting game. The few times that someone has visited, it’s been to press something against her neck that makes the whole world go fuzzy with pain. It leaves her feeling drained, not just of energy, but of her magic. Of her connection to Artie. 

When the doors finally open again, metal scraping on stone, she does not move. Better to play at sleep, to wait for a free moment— but when a hand brushes against her neck, she thrashes. Jester kicks out blindly, screams through her gag. Defiant. Exhausted.

Somebody will find me, she would yell, if she could. But she is the Nein’s only scryer, and how will they know?

[stellarhistoria]

@divinatiions ( laudna ) has found a kindred soul .

a gentle yet bright smile crosses the tall lady's expression at seeing the woman across the marketplace, social awareness hitting an all time low as she skitters away from the stall she was at and approaching the darkly colored miss. "Hello!! Hi!! I wanted to say hello! I hope I'm not bothering!"

[kestrael]

“ yeah, yeah, i’m okay… are you okay? “

the true answer is no, cassandra is far from okay, now that they're away from whitestone -- the furthest from her ancestral home that she has ever been -- now that she is the furthest from the briarwoods that she's been since she was twelve years old -- she's already overwhelmed by that alone.

and the ground underneath their feet having crumbled and thrown them down the hill into a frigid pond certainly has not helped.

" o-okay, " she sputters in response to @divinatiions , half frozen and half indignant.

[okeancsa]

♆     @divinatiions     set     sail     from     ♆

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐎𝐍     𝐎𝐅     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒     𝐇𝐀𝐃     𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐈𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑     𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒     𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄,     𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐀     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄     𝐇𝐄     𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃     𝐍𝐎     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑.     Did     his     father     abandoned     him     or     was     this     his     new     purpose,     to     prevent     others     from     facing     his     own     CURSED     fate?     Raised     blade     pointed     at     the     half    -    orc,     though     he     does     not     wish     to     harm     him     and     his     crew,     the     bastard     son     of     the     sea     learned     it     was     the     easiest     way     to     get     his     point     across.     〝    This     is     the     isle     of     OGYGIA.     The     longer     you     stay,     the     harder     it     is     to     leave.     You     will     become     trapped     here.    〞      He     warned,     gesturing     to     the     orc's     ship     with his     blade.     〝    Take     your     crew     and     leave,     while     you     still     can.    〞     

[iccarian]

@divinatiions: ❝ whatever i do, all i make is death and horror. ❞ / Laudna for Imogen she is feeling angsty

 ‍ imogen has felt heartbreak before, and though the little crumble she feels inside her chest isn't quite like the cinching pain of losing someone laudna, her mother it is still too similar for her liking. her instinct is something heated, a passionate dismissal of what she knows to be a lie. but before she can feel the anger of the world hum through her scars, the exaltant extends a calloused palm to laudna's cheek. fevered skin to cool.

 ‍ ❝ that ain't true, ❞ the vehemence is still there, lingering in lavender hues, but she speaks quietly. a softness to the anguished roughness in laudna's voice. ❝ you made pâté, and that cute little birdhouse, and so many other beautiful things. ❞ she takes a breath before shifting, shuffling closer to the hollow one on the small bed in zhudanna's spare room ( the room that had been their haven for months ) and cupping her face fully. ❝ you're beautiful, laud. there isn't a bad bone in your body. trust me. ❞

[seizedeath]

@divinatiions

"you should get tusk love!" jester loudly whispers, leaning towards the woman next to her. while jester wasn't paying enough attention to tell if said woman is actually looking at books or not, she's going to recommend her favorite book regardless. "it's very smutty, but it's sooo good," she emphasized the quality of the book with a wave of her hands.

[ruidusborne]

nimona starters / accepting

@divinatiions as laudna says, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry."

imogen’s eyebrows furrow deeply, forming hard lines between her eyes.  instinct sees her reach out to laudna, her hands anchoring to her shoulders.  there are a lot of things that imogen will put up with but not this.

“sorry?  what for?” she sounds incredulous. “you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, darlin’—nothin’,” the final word is emphasized.  imogen wants there to be no room for error. “laudna, listen to me,” she begins again, squeezing laudna’s shoulders with equal parts firmness and gentleness. “i don’t know what you think you’ve done, but it’s nothin’ needin’ apology.  gods, if anyone owes an apology here, it’s me.”

[stellarhistoria]

@divinatiions has been very nice to a certain newbie wizard...

"I could not decide what colors you would like, so I made both versions of the piece for you, sir." aryin holds out a pair of necklaces; one is with a silver chain decorated with very small diamond shaped rubies and sapphires, the other is a brass and gold intertwined pair of chains holding a centerpiece of an opal carved into looking like a six point star.