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“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?

‘LIL BOOTS DIG INTO THE MUDDIED GRAVE , saturated soil littered with the embers of hearts’ hearth , a morient pulsing . so distant is he / moonstone eyne fixed ‘pon dirt , leg swaying horizontally , kicking ‘cross stone in idle pensiveness . ❛ not really… maybe . ❜ tracks & a puzzle ; byssus bracelet snug ‘pon wrist , wrapped ‘round tattooed digits , permeating bone with the frostbitten algor of marble ‘neath finger - tips . slowly , he is returning , refocusing all senses ; LOOK HERE . brontide huff & near amuse . ❛ unmind a lock , unlock a mind . ❜

impish pout , lower lip jutting , atrament seeking ; a 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞 in vigorous scrutiny ! find paradox in pillar & ruin . ❛ it’s supposed to be a riddle . the answer should be around here somewhere . ❜

#iizslen #ic.#inbox.

“Why didn’t you run away when I told you to? What kind of idiot are you?”

link stands before the other, eyes alight something close to agitation. he didn’t want to run — so he hadn’t. he was stronger than running, braver. ironic as it was, he wasn’t willing to stand down when another life was in danger… a hinox was hardly a laughing matter & shouting one back wouldn’t do anything but make it angry. it would get back up time & time again if you didn’t take out it’s sight… it was something he had learned through trial & error, not that she would know.

he steps forward as if to respond to her, but his body aches & pain shoots from his leg. his step falters & he grabs onto his thigh, locking his gaze on the ground. he finds a place on the ground through blood-matted hair. he recalls the fight in his mind, though most of it is a adrenaline-fueled blur. the creature they had been up against had chucked some sort of explosive at him. the only reason he had lived to see the end of the battle was a particularly potent potion that had helped him push through… but he had & that was all that mattered.

“i-i-i’m… strong …too. “ the words crawl out of his mouth, the syllables broken but determined. half of him wants to cry, but the other half tempers a stiff upper lip. he — he was a hero. if he couldn’t protect her, how was he supposed to save his home? if ganon overtook hyrule, what would be next? ( her home? their world? ) it was frustrating, to say the least. he was strong, he had worked to become so strong. “ ‘m not stup-pid. “

he didn’t need to be protected.

* fma starters // DEFINITELY accepting

#iizslen #answered.#link: its cool if i die i have a fairy in a jar #nO BUT HES SO UPSET HES LIKE STOP YELLING AT ME IM DOING MY BEST #but also yell at him bcs hes reckless and stupid sometimes #often

❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞

DETACHED GAZE ; OBSIDIANS BINDING UNTO CESIOUS SKIES ; ITS aphotic cotton / its muted 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 . desaturated reflections ‘pon amber eyne , magnifying emotion’s absence & a 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋 touch . * 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 ! impure , insufferable , brumal nothingness , stirred by 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 drip ; ❝ —– —– – yes . ❞

d/ragon age . 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡ . . . !

#iizslen #°｡ﾟﾟ Ω ┊ ❪ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ . ❫ ? ? ? . ❜#that's it. that's the Reply

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It would seem no matter the distance travelled a castle was still a castle, and the creak of large wooden doors hailed the woman’s arrival before any call or courier. Flanked by two guards and weary from the day’s ride, all that Tess wanted to do was crawl into bed --- yet her father’s demands and unscrupulous natrue ensured that, should she even defy him from afar, there would be little doubt she’d pay a price. Freedom was not so easily obtained even when out sight, and it seemed her attempts at avoiding responsibly came to bite her when it came to the brokering of distance alliances. Skyrim, as wild and untamed as its name implied, meant very little when she was to be forced into a court to offer her experiences to the king; especially when her father’s idea of alliances oft held more... intimate implications. To that end, she was all but dreading the meet until she crossed the threshold from keep to court, and dark eyes settled on the monarch who had since taken the crown.

A king --- ? Was this the king ? She sat on the throne of kings, that much was certain; with nonchalance ill-befitting someone who aimed to deceive her newfound company. It occurred to Tess that mayhap the status of ‘king’ held no assumption of gender in these lands, and the abject glee that filled her was all but palpable. If it was Genn’s intent for her to woo a far-off monarch in lieu of the Alliance’s own, ( as if she had the capacity to woo anyone ! ) then he was to be very disappointed to learn exactly what that entailed.

Flowing skirts of silk and satin were gripped easily in her fingers, drawn to her side in a low curtsy that felt just as awkward as the first time, and yet the heavy weight felt in the pit of her stomach had vanished in wake of her revelation. ❝ It’s an honour to meet your acquaintance, your majesty, ❞ she began, guarded reservations dispelled both in expectation and relief --- she’d not need to charm a man today. ❝ My name is Tess Greymane and I come on behalf of my father, Genn Greymane; king of Gilneas. Thank for you allowing me a space in your court. ❞