#opanvani

[gvildmastcr]

"Why did you do it? Why did you take him from me? Tell me!" // from Karliah

     “ Karliah-- ” Her name has scarce left his lips before guilt stabs at him, causes his chest to tighten to the point he feels like he’s going to suffocate. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat and fails, tries to stop himself from shaking to no avail. Everything is crashing down on him all at once. He can see Gallus lying lifeless in the snow, white stained a sickening red as the life flowed from him. He can hear Karliah loosing an arrow at him and flinching as it pierces his chest. His vision begins to go blurry in much the same way as it did when the poison began to ravage his body, as he stumbled away from Snow Veil.

     Breathing hitches and comes out ragged as he struggles to breathe proper, but he can’t. He can’t reel himself in, can’t pull himself together long enough to give her a response. He wants to explain himself, but where could he begin? How could he tell her he was sorry for what he did, knowing full well it wouldn’t change a damn thing?

     “ I didn’t- I never wanted to, ” he begins, voice quaking as he struggles to regain some of his composure. “ The Key, it-- it forced me to, it... it saw him as a threat and I couldn’t stop it-- ” Even now, decades after he’d murdered Gallus in cold blood, the guilt ate away at him. He couldn’t sleep without reliving that day over and over again. Sometimes it haunted the waking hours - he would swear he saw the Imperial standing across the desk from him, or hovering over his shoulder as he worked.

     “ Karliah, please, I didn’t want to hurt Gallus. I was scared and I wasn’t in control of myself. I’d take it back if I could. I-- I know this won’t change anything, I know you’ll still hate me for what I’ve done. Honestly, I don’t blame you. I don’t really expect you to understand either, but... Trust me when I say that I’m sorry. Truly, deeply sorry. For what I did to Gallus, and what I’ve done to you. You don’t -- you didn’t deserve any of this. I was selfish and afraid and so I pushed the blame on you instead of taking responsibility for it myself. ”

     Suddenly there’s a pang in his temple, a pain so sharp that he clutches his head. Face scrunches in agony, but his eyes hold nothing but terror.

     “ You have to go. ” It’s a command given with horror lacing his tone, gaze panicked. “ You have to go! I don’t want to hurt you Karliah, please-- ”

     “ Get out, Karliah. Get out. ” His voice is changing, becoming unrecognizable to even the Breton. It’s sharp, it’s demanding, and it has Mercer shaking where he stands.

                                             “ G͔̥̣͖̿̑̄͗ē̡̢̯̆̐ͥ̄͟t̠̜̙̬͕͐̑̏ͮ͗́ ̷̼̠̮̺̼̳̯̜͉ͪ͑͛ͫ́͢o̸͙̤̞̥̽͑ͫͬ̃ư̥̞̭̮̳ͫ̂ͭt̮͈̳̩̄̓̎ͤ͒̔ͯ! ”

@opanvani | how dare u put this pain in my inbox on his bday u monster

[arcuhnecrom-blog]

.:||MANNIMARCO||:.

Silent footfalls cease, lambent white gaze widening softly as it settles upon the back of a silver-haired head. Were it not for his near godly height, with his back turned, one might have assumed he was simply an ordinary Altmer, but the huntress needn’t even rely on his height to know any better. His very presence is unmistakable. A ghost of mirth plays upon her lips. While stumbling upon him here is not necessarily expected, neither is it too surprising, and most certainly is it not unwelcome.

“Hello, my love.”

The Sulmer calls to him softly. The smile graced upon her features is something foreign, something very FEW are ever privileged to see. But the one standing a mere few feet from her now had come to earn it. The amount of trials he had endured for her – endured with her – and the perseverance he had proven to possess as he had not abandoned her – as many would have – in dark times had proven his worth. If there is anyone deserving of warmth from the huntress, it is he.

“I find it interesting, running into you here, on the road to the Rift of all places. I would have suspected you to be busy with training your disciples, or rather lazing away in my sanctum.” She chuckles, “Not that I am displeased with this. I am always quite happy to gaze upon your face.”

.:x-- @opanvani --x:.

[xdefending-archive]

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.” // from Uriel

She winces.

She knows the words are said from a place of concern, but to her ears, they are reprimands. While she hadn’t much of a choice in the matter of her defense against the most recent attempt on the emperor’s life just hours ago, guilt still riddles her over it.

With ears pressed flat, her head bows slightly. “My apologies, sire. I shall do my best to avoid inconveniencing you again,” she responds softly.

.:x– @opanvani​ // Uriel Septim –x:.

Protective Starter Meme || OPEN/closed

[hulknd]

“ there is something you’re not telling me.” // galerion

                 ‘ IMPLYING I OWE YOU ANYTHING AT ALL !  ‘    he  laughs ,    altmeri  easily  rolling  off  his  tongue .    he  notices  the  slight  twang  of  the  mage’s  voice ,   &   decides  to  play  up  his  own  coastal  accent ,   hoping  it  will  inspire  some  form  of  trust .     though  with  his  appearance ,   &   hulkynd  status ,   still  masked  by  a  large  hooded  robe   &   the  careful  placement  of  his  hair ,   he  remains  safe  for  now .    he  perches  happily  on  a  chair  in  the  lobby  of  the  newly  formed  mage’s  guild ,   giddy  to  be  back  in  firsthold ,    &   returns  to  bartering .     ‘  you’ve  said  this  is  a  place  where  one  can  find  magic  trinkets .   i  wanna  buy  one .   i’d  think  the  concept  is  rather  simple !  ‘

｡ ⋄ ․  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 /  𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮  ﹡✧ ⁕ *

[lichwept]

🤝 + 4 // galerion

            HE SHIES AWAY FROM THE TOUCH ,     the  fingertips  pressed  against  his  ribs .     his   own  hand  flies  to  cradle  the  side  of  his  torso ,    bandaged  now ,   but  still  searing  with  hurt .    mannimarco  takes  galerion’s  hand ,    kisses  the  back  of  it ,    &    offers  a  small  smile .

              ‘   galerion ,   i’ll  be  okay .   ‘     he  thinks  back  to  their  fight ,   how  they  stood  back  to  back ,   dual  necromancers  against  a  group  of  righteous  wandering  knights .    both  had  emerged  victorious ,   but  bloodied ,   greatly  wounded .    he  looks  at  galerion’s  shoulder ,    blood  still  showing  through  the  gauze ,     &    offers  a  sympathetic  smile .     ‘  we’ll  be  okay . ‘

｡♰﹡ 𝖋𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊  /  𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌! ﹡✧ *

[woeblades]

plotted starter !   //   @opanvani​  →   S I T H I S

he has heard of the myths.

strange people, moving like their body was not their own. their faces would look blank most of the time, while unnerving words would leave their lips; muttered sermons about sacrifices that had to be made, and at the same time, their eyes would stare into one’s soul. eyes like a perfect, cloudless midnight, cold as winter ice and shrouded in shadow. so deep, not even the light of the sun reflected in them-- they were like a VOID that felt like they tried to suck the very being out of one’s body.

... merely with their CURSED words.

there was yet another ‘ sighting ‘ of one of those people-- not like the news would spread like a wildfire, no. nivayth simply happened to be in the right spot at the right time, his observant eyes and sensitive ears sensing those dark, dark words coming from a being that fit the myth’s description perfectly.

the dunmer perked up from his small pouch that carried some golden coins in it that he’d just been counting. the demon of dusk decided to lay low in windhelm for a while, to let his last masterpiece really SET in people’s minds. he wanted them to remember every little detail of the scene. he will act again soon-- and he was convinced he will not be caught until then.

however, hearing that sickening voice speak about an endless void, merely hinting at who nivayth knew must be the DREAD FATHER  himself, aroused the murderer’s killer senses.

after taking a brief, but very thorough, look around, nivayth pulled up his hood, his masked face half buried in the furs that were sewn into his cloak. he approached the black-eyed person with hasty steps, only stopping when he was uncomfortably close. he couldn’t let a guard hear, after all.

“ please, stranger... “,

his muffled, yet strangely charming voice began. then, he started to sound a little desperate, emotional.

“ repeat those wonderful words you just said. “

[lichwept]

"How dare you do this to me? How dare you choose necromancy over me? You never even loved me, I'm sure." // from Galerion

             ‘    sometimes ,    i  think  about  how  much  i  love  you ,    &    my  heart  aches ,   ‘     he  says ,    voice  wispy    &    soft .    his   hands ,     covered  in  runes  or  scars  from  coldharbour  grow  shaky  as  he  fights  tears .    ‘    iachesis  didn’t  give  me  a  choice .    he  found  out ,    &    in  one  terrible  moment  i  was  ripped  away  from  you .   from  our  home .  ‘     

          mannimarco  isn’t  strong  enough  to  fight  it  anymore .    tears  spill  over  his  lashes ,    pulling  themselves  down  his  cheeks .   he  refuses  to  acknowledge  them .     ‘    doubt  my  morals .     doubt  if  i  even  care  about  my  order .    but  never  doubt  how  i  have  loved  you .  ‘

｡♰﹡ 𝖎𝖉𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 /  𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌! ﹡✧ *

[lichwept]

☮ your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow. // galerion

        WHITE STRANDS POOL ON GALERION’S CHEST ,    shifting  as  mannimarco  pulls  himself  closer .    his  hand  perches  itself  near  galerion’s  ribs ,    knee  spanning  to  rest  on  galerion’s  thigh .    dawn  spreads  its  fingers  through  the  room ,    &    mannimarco  yawns .    before  coldharbour ,    he  had  never  imagined  he  could  miss  something  as  mundane  as  the  morning  so  much .     but  he  won’t  think  about  that  right  now .   he  refuses .

               just  for  this  moment ,    it  didn’t  happen .    he  can  cuddle  closer  into  galerion’s  embrace ,    &    listen  to  the  steady  drumming  of  his  heart ,    &   deny  every  awful  thing  as  if  it  was  merely  imagined .   every  bad  thing  that  had  happened  to  him  was  just  some  long ,   drawn  out  nightmare  he’s  finally  free  from .    he  laughs  a  little  bit ,   leans  up  to  kiss  galerion’s  jaw ,    &   sighs .

                ‘   i  don’t  feel  like  getting  up  yet .  ‘

｡♰﹡ 𝖈𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘  /  𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌! ﹡✧ *