#onesring

[neizbezhnyy]

‘ i came to help you. ‘

SIREN     SENTENCE   PROMPTS   !  

                ❝   you take me for a fool.   ❞         bony fingers curl, the subtle clicking of rings against marble serving as a prelude before he rises from his throne, heavy robes swirled soundlessly over the smooth stone floor. great strides bring him slowly forward, and he crosses the wide fissure the former advisor stands behind, still as dignified as ever. he inclines his head, as if in concession.     ❝   and why shouldn’t you ?   what else but a fool bends so readily to such clever little lies ?  ❞      a thin smile creeps across the tsar’s face, tilted head spilling silver tresses forward over broad shoulders.   ❝   what else but a fool keeps such duplicitous counsel.   ❞    he reaches forward, a firm hand settled at the other’s shoulder, eyes hardening as he does so, fingers digging into flesh.      ❝   what shall we do with you, annatar ?    i have asked you something of the like before, have i not ?    what will become of the silver - tongued deceiver, and the ignorant tsar ?   ❞

[viduamarchive]

fingers adorned in gold     fidget with unease as she sits in near silence,     her own breathing & the beat of her own heart  ------  a sound she has become so accustomed to  ------  the only things that she hears.     but she is not alone,     of course.     HER ADVISER  sits across,     a certain sound wisdom radiating from his very presence,      allowing her to trust him far more than she does others.     were it anyone else,     she’d perhaps think it a mistake.     but here she listens,     even if she knows pain in doing so.      ❝     ---   he wouldn’t dare replace me.     not like this  ;   you know  -  we all know  -  he  NEEDS  me.    ❞

s.      @onesring

[vlyuvdova]

❛ Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled round their shores. ❜

there is no more   humor or motion in her features than there would be in stone,    as her gaze all but rakes across him  :  HUMBLED & BOUND.     were the truth to be told,    she would not know what answer to give to any that questioned her reason to descend here beneath the earth,    where the sun only gives half a single ray & the earth is wont to suffocate.    YET,   SHE STANDS HERE,    clothed in blackest night,    where not even her kokoshnik will shine.

❝    & you think yourself akin to the angels,    don’t you ?    ❞    her voice is unbearably kind,   & the both of them know that such a thing is not the truth,    & the truth that rests in her heart is far from palatable.    ❝    NO THUNDER WILL ROLL FOR YOU.    no skies will split open to take you into their arms.    not even the ground will open its mouth to swallow you into oblivion.   ❞    a moment passes,    & she lowers herself to crouch before him,   to meet the specter at eye level.     ❝    i am master of all these things,   creature.   YOU WILL GET NOTHING FROM ME.    ❞

  ▸  слова.   :   @onesring

[neizbezhnyy]

onesring replied to your post: ‘ i came to help you. ‘

sauron vc: yes, yes i do

viy:  >:| 

[vlyuvdova]

❝  you shouldn’t think i don’t appreciate it.  ❞    her voice is a purr on the breeze that whispers through the cell,    entering through barred windows & swirling to settle between them.    she moves to kneel before him,     a hand lifted to cup his face,    bruises bitterly healing on the face he offers.    the tsaritsa meets his molten gaze,    FIRE & EMERALD.     even the curve of her lips,     plush & the very shape of seduction,    call to him   :    INDULGE ME MORE.      ❝    look at you,     still so dignified.     does that pride ever run out ?    even when you were at my every beck & call,    kissing the ground i walked upon,     it remained.    ❞    her thumb caresses the peak of his cheek,    so gently    -----    before she pulls it back,    only to swiftly collide with his face,    the sound echoing through the chamber.

      ❝     why do you remain,    annatar ?    you surely can’t enjoy this.     ❞

cont   :   @onesring

[vlyuvdova]

❝  i spent so much time here,  ❞  a gentle admission given to the soft summer breeze that flows across the open balcony,    at the skirts of which she stands,    leaned against a marble pillar.     she looks out over the ocean,    the water shimmering with the setting sun’s light,     not sparing her singular company a glance,    though she knows his presence well enough is close.     ❝    before the war swallowed me up.    it’s been years,    since i’ve set foot here.    ❞

s  :  @onesring

[karimva]

acacia

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

it takes a lot for her to hate someone.  but if this someone displays all the traits she finds unpleasant, such as greed, disrespect, rudeness, etc. she’ll start to dislike them, and based on how they treat her -- gradually hate.  she doesn’t believe in holding on to hate for that long, but that doesn’t mean she’ll be able to stand someone just because she tries to be the ‘bigger person’. in the end edae tries to subtly get back at the if they continue to be an asshole to her :) there’s only so much anyone can take hehe! 

[karimva]

❝      i  thank  you  for  your  gracious  presence,      ❞      she  was  nothing  but  a  roaming  ghost  in  these  halls,  hoping  her  scales  forever  tip  at  the  border  of  life’s  kingdom.  it  was  a  rather  fitting  place  to  be  for  the  young  basti   !   a  horror  disguising  something  painful  &  beautiful,   a  daydream  draped  in  something  macabre.   EVERYTHING  IS  GREY  ELSEWHERE.   here,  there  were  greens  &  reds  &  flesh.     ❝      ---  but   i’m  not  sure  what  i  could  offer  you,  sir.   i  don’t  have  much,  really.   i  just  make  my  living  in  this  kingdom  until  i  am  expected  to  join  the  rest  in  the  other.     ❞