Björk Songs as Tarot Cards
IX. THE HERMIT i live by the ocean and during the night i dive into it down to the bottom underneath all currents (Anchor Song)

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Björk Songs as Tarot Cards
IX. THE HERMIT i live by the ocean and during the night i dive into it down to the bottom underneath all currents (Anchor Song)
@esoteriks liked for a starter
Shadowborn thing, she carries energy like midnight in her very bones, and it’s not- disguisable, not from others of magic or power. Or if it is, she’s not bothered to learn how.
The energy of this place, of this person feels like how she imagines some find sunlight; but for her it’s harsher, burning like a flare too close to skin. She half wants to shift to scales, just to feel less open in the moment; doesn’t.
For once, aggression is not- beneficial, and the flames lick against the back of her teeth again, emotion drawing it up her throat.
“- I’ve heard you’re something of an expert on- most things with magic, and I was wondering if you’d- felt a presence. Here.” Lost her quarry to take down another, but the lasting one can’t get away; lest it devour at the roots of energy itself.
“Sick. Cold like a heatless fire and empty as the void, hungering and never sated and toxic as volcanic gas.”
“EACH TIME YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH, you say something I wasn’t prepared for. So, come again? You eat what now?”
ONE-LINER SC \\ @esoteriks
@esoteriks
❛ When I was a girl, the sky called me home. ❜
@esoteriks asked —✴︎☽ ❝ you want to ask, so ask. ❞
perhaps they’ve been spending a little too much time together ; but thor’s never been much for shying away from powerful magical beings who might rapidly be growing tired of him. besides . . . sometimes, the consequences of all his pestering can be quite welcome. as a young prince, he had made it his mission to understand the perspectives of the many beings that inhabited asgard.
unfortunately, most of those beings were amphibians, and making it sound like thor had any choice in the matter does a disservice to loki’s genius.
❛ have you tried it? being a frog. it’s peaceful. no worries, just hopping from lily pad to lily pad, fighting in the occasional rat war. do you think you would be able to turn me into one? ❜
@esoteriks, what is best in life ?
It had been many years since Conan, son of Corin and Gaira had slipped out of Cimmeria into the darkness of a new moon to seek his fortunes and adventure. He had been a pirate, a soldier, mercenary, and lover but now he was becoming something else entirely- a hero. And soon he would be king.
Soon. But not yet.
That mantle of hero was still new, it chafed in places and didn’t quite fit in others. Which is why he looked at the stranger so warily. Yet here was a secret to the so called Barbarian, he would not have looked at him so openly if he was not willing to let his mind be changed.
“I could line the rafters of my father’s house twice over with the heads of men like you who I have had to kill, sorcerer. Why should I trust you?”
𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 emerged from the brush, the leaves sighing and reaching forth for the elf’s touch as if yearning to be spun into the magic weaving around her. She glowed in her own right from it, seen only by the keen eyes of other elves and a would-be powerful human sorcerer. Her eyes fluttered from the bundle of herbs in her hand to the sudden appearance of a figure before her, robed in a cloak red as rubies. She hesitated a moment, caution in her green eyes and furrowed brow, before surmising he was no immediate threat. “ -- You startled me, stranger ! You must be lost to come this far from the road to Redania . . . ”
@esoteriks was summoned !
" 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙉 . . . "
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟 / 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵 . a slow , inhuman blink . lips pulling down for a brief moment for returning to their apathetic state . inhale , exhale . the winds picked up minute speed as his head lulled back & a soft groan escaped , as if he found discontent in this mannish form . he would not say 'fear not' , for he wanted to see the other cower before him . to bow & pray for god above to save him as He seldom did . alas , this is justice for usurping their place in His grace .
" 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 . 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 . 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙆𝙀𝙔 . " / @esoteriks