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[prmisd-a]

𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐁À𝐒𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐘𝐍𝐘𝐑  bows to no one, but there is a softness, a quietness in the way she acquiesces now — a halo of thorns and roses and marrow - white antlers. “ thank you. ”

　　& in response, 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐓 lowers her blazing glaive. bound by the heavens, blazing in immortal glory — “ you are my lightsworn, mine forever. ”

[ethyriam]

⊱ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⸻ balthier for @fatewalkr.

& IS IT NOT ALWAYS IN HIS BEST INTEREST TO REMAIN IDLY BY, ALL THE CARDS STILL IN HIS HANDS, FOR THE CHANCE AT SUCCESS? he delights in the scenery, lounges delectably, always focused on what comes next while maintaining an air of acceptance, of diplomacy. why, all it takes is one small mistake to send the rest of the dominoes teetering down — & has this traversal not been years in the making? so nevertheless, balthier waits, leans forward with his elbows on his knees & watches the inelegant pawns play right into the hands of fate. ❛ what a wonderful thing it is to have been brought by your side. ❜ ever the charmer & proud of it, sneaking sideways glance to admire her.

[stopmeteor]

"it's never that simple, is it?"

❛  it's  not  easy  letting  someone  in  …  especially  once  you've  gotten  used  to  keeping  it  all  on  the  inside.  ❜   irises  wander  the  scaffolding  of  the  abandoned  church  whilst  she  speaks,   a  continuous  stroking  motion  raking  through  golden  strands  sprawled  within  her  lap.  as  she's  come  to  learn  through  her  childhood  —  –  not  only  were  the  flowers  beautiful  to  admire,   or  serene  to  inhale,   they  happened  to  be  the  best  listeners.   to  your  woes,   your  melancholy,   your  pride  or  excitement  …  those  frail  appearing,   though  strong  stocked  florets  would  sway  with  undying  ears  to  whomever  entrusted  in  them.  ❛  it  feels  uncomfortable  for  a  while,  ❜   aerith  continues,  expression  appearing  blank  as  her  sincerity  rises  to  the  surface,  vulnerability  clinging  to  rotting  wood,  grown  soft  from  neglect.   these  heartfelt  moments  almost  acting  as  glue  to  keep  the  building  upright,  this  place  of  sanctum  still  serving  it's  purpose  as  a  safe  place  to  aid  those  who  come  broken  in  search  of  relief.

❛  but  it  gets  easier.  i  promise.  ❜   greens  lower  to  the  warrior  surrendered  within  her  silhouette,   legs  outstretched  against  gaia  peering  from  beneath  scattered  floorboards,   lilies  turning  inward  to  surround  their  limbs  in  shelter.   an  embrace  from  the  planet,   that  all  would  be  well,   and  so  would  evangelique.   

[prmisd-a]

❖ ⸻ fatewalkr has passed on the flame of war .ᐟ ❛ oh look, it’s my charming little sunspot. ❜

FOR HOW LONG HAD THEY TRAVERSED THIS VAST WASTELAND, VENTURING BEYOND THE KNOWN & UNKNOWING STILL WHAT CONTINUES TO AWAIT THEM BEYOND — FROM NALBINA TO THE ESTERSAND & NOW SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE SWELTERING IVALICE HEAT. from the very catherdral of her heart, stained - glass window memories ( the sanctity of what can be remembered witnessed at the chancel, sweet sonnet prayer of the choir while souls sway in harmony at the nave, emptiness at the narthex, the porch ) come to sweet ruination as her teeth glide along the rim of the glass jug, imperial wine ichor tacky on her tongue. unlike she, aelin is not beholden to the sun — smitten - soft bones lax beneath the warmth all the same, but not healed, not since the war & not since the re-emergence, wrists bruised & cuffed more this week than any other despite her inclination for slitting the throats of imperial soldiers who've grown too lax, or attempted to be too fond of these subjugated bodies.

& had it not been her that had uttered those words years ago beneath her shikari master? cruelty in place of love in the crumble of landis, dishonor staining her crystalline image in red. an exchange of tenderness for the skills that she might use against the judge magisters one torn out heart at a time until she found the one who had made a martyr of her mother. now the chance to slay the archadian hounds until at very last none were to remain, not for dalmasca's sake, but her very own.

“ it's hot. ” whining cued by salt - slick golden - blond hair slick against her temples, silver now thanks to the undeniable brimming of the sun above. nevertheless aelin remains charming in her orphanhood, green - blue gaze even & smile practiced, appropriate, even as the continuing growth of their little family remains to be offensively impressive. it almost certainly begins like a horrible, overused joke — three orphans, a viera, a sky pirate & his bride, the infamous traitor & his forbidden princess all walk into a bar — or in their case, a war. one would think all these years in the swelter of the city would have prepared her for the absurdity presented before her, yet here she is nonetheless, wine jug clutched to her chest as she tries, in vain, to keep her head above the sea.

either way, her swipes the back of her hand across the sweaty mess of her forehead & blinks blearily towards the open sky. “ free at last. ” a hushed confession pulls between forlorn lips, roseate to taste. “ now to go where it please us. ”

[aidcneus]

✦ mayhaps? 🥺

positivity time! ( still accepting! )

I haven't had the opportunity to write with you yet, but I've been admiring you and your writing for quite a while now! even since before I got active with this blog. your writing is gorgeous, your graphics are absolutely stunning and you've poured such a deep amount of detail and love into your muse, it's very clear to see.

I very much admire you from afar & I look forward to plotting and writing with you! I'm just painfully shy 🧍🏼‍♂️ LMAO

[strdstd]

“I  will  always  be  your  light,  even  in  the  darkest  moments.” /for Dain!

Flower-Based Prompts ★ @fatewalkr ★ Accepting

"Even in the darkest moments," she says.

Surely, she must be aware of how deep the darkness which enshrouded him could get. It was a vast void, eclipsing any and all light. Rendering him cold and lifeless. To think she would willingly tread such a starless path to reach him once more. Illuminating his vicinity with a warm radiance. However briefly revitalizing him whenever she kindly blessed him with her presence.

Dainsleif was not one to believe in higher beings, but if he were to bestow belief in anyone... oh, it'd be her without a doubt. Descending onto his knees, he would, before her. Offer his utmost respect and loyalty to her, in an absurd showing of gratitude. For reviving the heart within his ice-laden chest. Adoration lacing every turn of phrase which would leave his nonbeliever's tongue. Betraying his gods-denying nation with each word. For this belief was his and his alone, just for her to bear witness to.

Sharp azure eyes were fixated upon her as he began a slow approach, steps heavy yet purposeful. Firelight causing her to be enveloped by his shadow, moonlight casting a silvery gleam to his near-platinum locks. Footsteps halted before her. A weighted sigh left him after perhaps a little too long spent drinking in the sight of her, palms rising to cup her face. He was allowed to do this. Allowed to touch her. It was only the two of them here, only the expanse of nature as their audience.

"You say... foolish things so sweetly. And yet I cannot find it within myself to deny any aspect of it." Not meant in contempt. He dare not hold her in cruelty. Somethings were... still too difficult for him to belief, it seemed. He then leaned in even closer, voice toned down to a whisper. "For a man so mired in darkness as myself, are you certain you wish to dedicate yourself to an arduous task as that? I will not always be as stoic as I am presently. There's a dormant storm within me, a corruption, that can be kicked up given enough incentive and... and I'd hate for you to get caught up in it. If you truly do wish to walk alongside me... then I'd have no heart to stop you."

For I want you to remain with me as long as you're willing-

[shardgathered]

“ who did this to you? “ / Eva who would commit war crimes for alisaie !

"it's fine. I am fine" she insisted and rubbed her cheek one last time. enough self pity! she couldn't let anyone worry for her, this was just something that might as well happen in their field of work.

alisaie shook her head, getting rid of the last bit of unnecessary emotions before beaming a smile at eva "I am hungry, did you have lunch yet? - your treat though!"

hurt meme ( selectively accepting ) — @fatewalkr .

[metoikhomai]

Eva is 5’4! but next to Haurch..? 👀

— @fatewalkr .

"worry not, my friend. 'tis not the size that matters, after all." he's actively trying not to pat her head just because of how convenient it is to do so.

height comparisons!