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Lifelace (Limited Edition Alpha) - Amy Weber
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Lifelace
Artist: Amy Weber TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
[ FILE : // OMEN. ] “ MOST OF THE TIME, MOST DAYS, I FEEL ... NOTHING. I DON’T FEEL ANYTHING. “ @lifelace
𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑵𝑶 𝑶𝑵𝑬 . the slightest hint of joy comes from her work ; a cruelty inside of her that ‘ s as real as an organ . 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙵 𝙷𝙴 ‘ 𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 . split him open like lightning does a tree ; maybe she ‘ ll find a fire inside . . . 𝖔𝖗 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖓𝖊 . omen is an interesting specimen , but she will play nice for now .
❝ IS THAT SO ? ❞ he should know better than to 𝐏𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 like this . viper hates mysteries she very much prefers 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 . ❝ i wonder if it ‘ s true . 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝐼 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑂𝑈𝑇 ? ❞ viper is not asking for permission . she will never ask for permission .
Lifelace
Artist: Amy Weber TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
@lifelace " tell me your thoughts. " ( from gavin :eyes: )
‘ MY THOUGHTS… ’ his words come as a drawl, ever present irritation evident in the tone of his voice, though it wasn’t directed at gavin - somehow he’d always get the brunt, being a man at adler’s side never came without hearing a complaint, especially when he found himself more comfortable. palm brushes away the none existent rubble from the other’s shoulder, soon settling he applies a light pressure.
‘ gavin, my thoughts… are that all of these men but you are utterly useless to me. ’
pearly whites catch lower lip before more venom spews, for once in a lifetime rafe seems to exercise some level of CONTROL, ‘ please - and i’m begging you, please, deal with these idiots for me. ’
[ the crown isn’t what’s heavy; it is the weight of the hands that spend their miserable life trying to yank it away. emily kaldwin feels the weight of her whole entire court & inner circle’s slaughter like it’s a constant knife in her aching heart. there are only two things so far that have cushioned the knife in her heart: saving her father & the survivors that have simply WALKED BACK THROUGH THE DOOR with no fear that emily will turn them away. ] the newest one, a guard just walking up the stair case with his sword still sheathed, haunting agony in his eyes, just looks up at emily standing atop the staircase. he opens his mouth; maybe to try & instill remorse in his guilty heart. it doesn’t matter, not for him. they slaughtered as many people as they could during the coup, delilah & the machines were no match. he wouldn’t have survived if he stayed to do something. she is not angry, she is only relieved that there are survivors. welcome back to her empire, loyal soldier. this she is here to stay. NOTHING will change that.
“ find the others, there is still so much to clean up. i have explained everything i wish to accomplish to captain miller. he can explain it to you. ”
dunwall has become nothing to emily but a deathbed. the only room untouched by decay & rot thus far is her safe room. ramsey is still in there, he had the sense enough when he woke up not to touch a single thing but the food & water. he will stay in there until she’s no longer angry enough to make a rash decision that may include more slaughter. the rest of dunwall will become a memorial. dunwall is a memorial. with the exception of the throne room where she will still hold important proceedings or opportune meetings. ramsey’s fate might have to be left up to corvo. speaking of which, emily turns towards the royal sleeping quarters; brown eyes meet corvo’s. brown eyes that are the same. emily no longer needs a lord protector; the mark of the outsider is behind her back where her hands are folded. it is increasingly hard to defeat a woman that now part void; that can become the shadows. but that doesn’t mean she needs her FATHER still.
“ will you take care of ramsey? ”
* dishonored starters / accepting » @lifelace .
Lifelace
Artist: Amy Weber