#loreskept

[divinerighted-arch]

@loreskept​  sent:     A lie served as if it were the daily wine and bread. / veni for hans, said sarcastically

“     oh, ha ha.      ”       he rolled his eyes,     the glass in his hands lifting to his lips.     “      old habits die hard,   you know.     once a liar,     always a liar.     though i like to think i’ve gotten better at it.      ”      time was a hell of a thing,     and immortality did nothing but mellow him as the years passed by.     still.     he could lie with the best of them,      if he needed to.

“     any particular reason why you’re here,      or did you simply stop by because you missed me?      ”

[sentinaels]

@loreskept sent : ' one might say you're getting into a bit of trouble there, sparknight! ' kaeya snorts, reaching down to fix her hat before kneeling down next to her. ' you know jean isn't going to like this, so tell me what you're up to and we'll keep it a secret, huh? ' / to klee, from kaeya ! 

               IF THIS WERE ANY OTHER KNIGHT, klee might have tried to deny any plans of mischief ⎯ but this is kaeya, who always seems to find her antics amusing and, most importantly, has never ever snitched on her to the grandmaster ( as far as she knows, anyway ). still, she takes a few seconds to consider his offer, a pout valiantly holding out on her small face until it is effortlessly washed away by her usual sunny disposition. 

               SHE TILTS HER CHIN UP, puffing up her chest the way she’s seen some of the older knights do when they mean to appear more imposing. the effect is, of course, not really helped by the fact she’s still shorter than kaeya despite him already knowing for her, but albedo would say it is the effort that counts. ❛ do you pinky promise? you will, right? ❜ as if already expecting him to agree, she holds out a little gloved hand to him, pinky outstretched. ❛ you gotta, or i won’t tell and you’ll have to find out on your own. ❜ ( it’d likely take him all of five minutes, but what do children do if not play pretend? )

[poswiecenia]

       (  🌿  )                       ❝              I DON’T KNOW    what you expect out of me if you want to know something    -----------    even if you were    specific    i wouldn’t be able to give you much until these    HEADACHE PILLS    kick in.               ❞          she utters,   almost mumbling into her hands as she rubs    circles    over her temples.

@loreskept​ gets this for jon   !!

[midnightrot]

𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙰 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝚁 & 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.     patrons gather at the bar to watch the game, chattering and hollering over glasses of beer and overpriced food.     here, their conversation is just a low rumble, a low hum in the chaos.     starling is — exceptionally well-dressed for the booth he’s sitting in, but now that they’ve both settled down, no one pays them any mind.

   WHITNEY WHITLOCK:   WHATEVER I CHOOSE, SOMEONE’S GOING TO GET HURT.

‘ hey — no one's gonna get hurt. ’   this isn’t a fact or a promise he can make, yet he still makes it.   victor likes whitney, and while he will never understand his anger, or his history — the attempt is still made.   he tries to be amiable, he tries to be respectful, more civilized than the man who had put himself between whitlock, who was only a stranger, then, and the agents who were about to suffer consequences far worse than agent starling’s raised voice.   if whitlock had chosen to make them hurt, victor wouldn’t have blamed him, but — it was whitney’s first day in starling’s office, and starling liked order.   the last thing victor would’ve wanted was a broken desk and a stack of paperwork to fill out.   since the moment they met, victor’s held nothing but respect for whit, and that certainly doesn’t change now.   ‘ the bar, silver chain — we don’t have to do any of that.   just tell me what you need, and I can make it happen. ’   /   @loreskept .

[platkisloneczne]

@loreskept​​  --  < there has never been a dreamer who prefers reality. > / from vesper.    //    miles has zero braincells to know which meme this be from

      >> 🌻 <<                     ❝         REALITY CAN BE GARBAGE.       ❞        she responds,    partly tipsy from the    drink    she held in her grasp,   sniffing.    ears twitch along with her tail as her gaze comes to rest on the drow after a beat    ;    thinking of    SOMETHING    through the minor    HAZE IN HER HEAD.

          ❝         BUT THE DREAMS    that we have    .  .    cannot become a possible reality if we don’t prefer it or try and exist in a world that is ever difficult or    TRYING ACTIVELY    to    END US CONSTANTLY.        ❞        

[platkisloneczne]

@loreskept​  --  ' i stand cold and alone in a body i once knew. ' / from asava.    //    miles has zero braincells to know which meme this be from

       >> 🌻 <<            PAINTED LIPS PURSE    as sunflower reaches out to gently touch asava’s hand while gentle blue hues flick up to her face.    she    LOVED    the dhampir with so much of her heart that it aches when     she    seems so distraught.    lips part as she speaks,    fingers gently squeezing the hand    SHE’D COME TO HOLD.

           ❝         YOU DON’T HAVE    to be alone or cold as long as i breathe.    what can i do to    HOLD YOUR SADNESS,    my love    ??    to help you    BARE THE LOAD    that you endure    ??       ❞        

[divinerighted-arch]

@loreskept​ liked for a starter.    /    for asava!

“     he’s not here.     ”      the sorceress was focused on the boiling potions in front of her,     careful not to leave them unattended for too long,     less she wished for them to explode as they had before.   she looked up,   taking in the sight of the woman,    before looking back to her brew.      “     but you are welcome to stay in my company,    if it pleases you.      ”

[divinerighted-arch]

@loreskept​  sent:     I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. / veni @ fishdad

he wished he could answer,      he wished he could uproot himself from the depths and offer her comfort,     console her in some way that mattered most.     yet the lord of the seas had the most important task.      and it was one he could not break,      even for the most beloved of all of his creations.

enhytella had grown weaker in the years since her fall,     not due to it,     but due to the reasoning for it.      he was fighting a losing battle,     he and his brother both.     but stubborn was fire,     and unyielding was the sea.      that beast would have to destroy them both first before he broke free.

submerged,     the triton looked up through dark seas,      where no light dared reach,     and with a quiet voice,     the bass of it echoing through dark waters,     an assurance that would fall on deaf ears.      “      nothing.     you have done nothing wrong, my child.     ”      this is my fault.     the fate you bear,     the fault of it is mine.