#miserystole

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#the hottest family in alagaesia  [ ft. @miserystole ]

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          “I know a place where you get a better view.” He could not help but notice the way she looked to the sky and to the stars. “If you’d like to see.” Though he’s already turning, pausing for a moment to look back, rather certain she would already be following. 

@miserystole​ faramir for lorenah 

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          “Not getting yourself into trouble are you?” There’s a raised brow and a clever smile as finds his friend among shelves of books. “Looking for something in particular, or just trying to get lost.” He had not been here when his friend had arrived, but the Captain always knew where to find him, and this was always the first place he checked. 

@miserystole​ faramir for eragon

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          His face is between her hands, in many ways he is still the same boy she had always known. The same boy who had vanished without a word. Unlike her son, she had wisdom of years and knew there was a larger picture when it came to the death of her husband. Her grief had not taken form in anger. Though she had furious at Eragon for leaving, for leaving her worried sick, fearing the all the worst things. She had lost count of all the times she had rehearsed what she would say to him, the lectures she had practiced. But now here that he was here standing in front of her, and she had all the pieces to fill in the bigger picture. None of it seemed to matter.

         She had pulled him into a tight embrace, grateful this boy of her’s was still alive and breathing. The tears had not yet fallen, but her eyes glittered with them. He was taller now, almost as tall as Roran. And his features, her fingers trace over them. Elf like she had overheard someone say. Marian is not sure how she feels about the change, but for now she won’t approach the subject. She can see the weight he carries too, the whole world resting on his shoulders, and he was still a boy. She had heard the tales, the way people spoke about him. “Oh my dear Eragon.” She pushes a lock of hair from his face, a tender act of affection. “How the world has changed you.”

@miserystole​ ;; eragon & marian ;; didn’t ask for this but i needed the feels

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           “Sneaking away again are we?” Hands are on her hips as she gives her nephew an all knowing look. No, she’s not truly upset with him, in fact there’s a smile toying on the edges of her lips. “You know sooner or later Roran is going to have enough of your antics, and one day you’ll be stuck with all the chores.” While there is perhaps truth to her words, it’s mostly a tease. He was not her son, she often thought of him as one. “Very well, you can come help me then. I can always use a helping hand.”  

@miserystole​ ;; marian for eragon ;;

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@miserystole​   ( mags )    ————   𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO? it trips upon the tip of her tongue, swims up 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. her focus is upon the bowl in her lap ( 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 , 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 , 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 ) while her mind is miles away.      ❝    THEY ACT like they don't even know how to talk to me anymore, mags.    ❞       her parents, her sister, her brother. they’ve moved into her victor’s home, as expected, but she knows they don’t want to be there. not really. NOT WITH HER ———— who’s up at all hours, who has terrible, glass shattering dreams, who flinches when the taps turn on too loud, who stares out at the sea for hours on end.

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𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔    𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌     𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚     𝒂𝒕     𝒕𝒉𝒆     𝒉𝒆𝒎     𝒐𝒇     𝒉𝒆𝒓      𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.     there’s   a     million    thoughts     in    her     mind    ,    yet    she    cannot    focus    on     one.       perhaps     that’s   a     good     thing    ,     because     none    of    the     thoughts    running    through     her     mind    were    pleasant     or    hopeful.        out     the     window    she     could     no     longer    see     home    ...     it     was     hours      away.        and     she’d    never    see    it     again.     

gaze      is     focused     on      the     bright     blue     carpet     of    the    train     car      floor.       the     sun    is      threatening     to     rise      beyond     the    trees.      the     night     had      come     and     gone     and     she     hadn’t     moved.      hours     had      gone     by     ,    yet    it    felt    like     an    instant.    

head      snaps     upwards      as     the    swish     of     the      car     door    meets     her     ears.      her      fellow     tribute.      llyr.     perhaps     he      would     see      home     again    ,     in     fact     she    was     certain     he     would.      and     just    like      she     knew      he     could     return     home      again     ,      he    had     to     know     that    she      wouldn’t.    

"     𝐰𝐞     𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭     𝐛𝐞     𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞      "      she      says      ,      hues     drifting     back     out     the     window.      subtle     shades     of     red      and     orange     emerging     behind     the     trees.       “      what     do      you      think      it     will     be      like     ?     the     capitol    ?     ”      it’s     easier.      easier     to     wonder      about     these      fickle     things     than      face     the      truth.     than     face      her      fate.

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