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Dear past self, (via ebonywings)

Dear past self,

I know that you would not listen to my words. You would not believe where we stand today, but, if I could offer you advice, I would hope that it might give you comfort in some way as you face what is to come.

You will be under the delusion that you wish to be alone and simultaneously fear it more than anything in the world. Do not worry. You will not be alone forever. You will meet someone who saves you in all the ways it is possible to save someone, and you will love him forever, even if you do not admit it for some time.

You will scorn and claim you dislike people, but this will not last forever. You will meet people that you claim as friends, lovers and something in between. You will find family in both blood and spirit. You will be thankful, no matter how much you feel you do not deserve it, for they will fight and bleed for you. They will love you, and you will not be alone.

You will hate, and you will hate powerfully. It will feel for a long time as though that is the most powerful force you can harness, and you will unleash it upon those you mistakenly believe have wronged you. But you will not hate forever. Slowly but surely the people who love you, the people you love as well, will help you to change. It is during this time that you will open your eyes and start to see the majesty and beauty in the world, and you will slowly feel the all-encompassing rage play second fiddle to the want to preserve that beauty and those people who have helped you see.

People will be hurt because of you. You will feel nearly broken by it, but you will pick yourself back up and care for them as they have cared for you. You will know what it means to feel sorrow, but you will not let this consume you. You will swear to become better for them, better so that, if you can ease their pain, you will do so.

You will be wrong. In the worst way a person can be wrong, and that will make it feel as though you have been destroyed. But this will not kill you. You will want to live. You will drag yourself along the ground until you are strong enough to walk again. And you will have support, people to carry you when you feel as though you are about to collapse. Arms to hold you when you cannot keep it in any longer. Love to sustain you when it feels as though you are wasting away. 

So do not fear, my former self. It will hurt. It will nearly kill you, but you will not die. You will be loved, and the world will seem brighter for it.

-I. Faust

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✟ (Via ebonywings/Ely)

He knew the moment she stepped into the Palace. He knew, and she knew. They had always shared a bond, bickering from the moment they met like brother and sister and then growing to respect one another as mages. To learn that she had been so ill, so resigned to a fate that he wasn’t about to allow… When Ely had lived, he had felt a surge of joy in his heart. He’d not slept in days, worrying over her and then worrying still when she woke, afraid that the good fortune was some cruel trick of a fate he’d never put much stock in before. But they’d gone back to bickering before long. They’d fought. They’d been stubborn and refused to make amends until they were both done being stupid. Ely was his sister. He could feel her pain when he’d died, and he could feel her now as she entered the hall where he waited.

And there was also the fact that she was shouting rather loudly with a voice that could wake the dead. That kind of clued him in too.

“Grumpy! I know you’re in here! If I have to kill one more dire wasp to find you, you’ll be in even more shit than you already are!”

Ilan was standing in the center of a circular platform without walls. The edges were lit with flame as would seem appropriate, parting to allow the rogue mage entrance. From behind, he looked the same. Long green hair was tied up in a high ponytail. A long, dark coat billowed in some dramatic unseen wind. When he turned, however, cracks lined his face where the scars would be, what looked to be molten lava coursing beneath his skin. His eyes looked like fire, flames flickering in them. The cracks ran down his neck, and he looked a fearsome sight as he hovered off of the stone floor.

Still, somehow, the smile he issued her was a kind one, tenderness in his eyes that didn’t match his grumpy words. “Twelve above, I’d have found you eventually. Need you shout so? I’m dead, and you’ve near caused my ears to bleed. Aren’t you meant to be stealthy with the sort of fighting you do?” The redhead stalked right up to him, apparently not impressed by the display as she just decked him in the face, something that he either allowed or just failed to dodge. It wasn’t clear. Ely nursed her hand, smoldering from the impact and sure to scar.

“Don’t even give me that shit, Ilan! You always go on about idiot this and idiot that… Well, you’re the idiot! You weren’t supposed to die. You promised. You promised me, and you promised Ruen. You promised so many goddamn people!” She was trying to sound angry, trying to give him hell for it, but the tears were coming as much as she tried to fight them off. “You promised, and now I’m just going to have to come here all the time and annoy you.”

Ilan dropped to the floor, the flames dying around them, dissipating and actually turning to ash in a display of aether. The fire beneath his skin and behind his eyes took on a similar display, turning grey as the flame died and he stepped forward to hug her. She could almost feel him. It was like he was almost solid but not quite. The mage pulled his sister close, just holding her for a while as she cried.

“I would welcome such an annoyance,” he whispered softly, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. “I love you, sister. Be strong.” 

And when Ely would open her eyes again, Ilan would be gone, ash falling from the ceiling of the room like snow.

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Ⓐ (via ebonywings/Ely)

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious (In a playful way) || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

((…she hot, but them sister vibes are strong. Not impossible I guess, but really unlikely.))

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person (sometimes) || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them ((In a sisterly way.))

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

((Well. They might have kissed like. A kiss on top of the head or the cheek, but not the kind of kissing this meme is asking for. XD Anyway, little sister that he loves very much.))

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