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[nightdaughtcr]

@ourcbcros / moiraine & lanfear / closed starter.

At first, Lanfear stayed away from Moiraine for a little while, trying to calm herself around the woman. After their passion-filled night together and the dream they shared, it had been necessary for her to get some distance. But now she had been trying to find Moiraine for at least a week. Typically, it was easy to find her in Tel'aran'rhiod. She had done it often enough before, but it seemed the other had been staying away from her as well. Very curious. She knew she had been into Rhuidean, into the rings; could that have anything to do with it?

Finally, she had found her dream. As she appeared a little bit away, she had expected Moiraine to come to her, to move towards her, like they did so often. But she stayed away, her mind reeling as she looked at the other, trying to read her. She acted differently. Lanfear decided she didn't like it at all. The brunette seemed scared of her; the chosen liked people to be scared of her, but for some reason, she did not like this look on Moiraine at all. Instead of trying to read her more, she decided to just mention it and ask her about it. "You were hiding from me." She stayed quiet for a moment, but got no reply back, so instead she said, "You're afraid of me now. What did you see in Rhuidean?"

It lacked her normal bite; if anyone looked close enough, they could even see the tiniest glimmers of hurt. Instead of showing it, she felt anger brewing in her belly. What had happened that had made the other woman seem so scared of her? Didn't she realise that as long as they were civil, as long as Moiraine didn't work directly against her, that she would not lash out? Or, well, she wouldn't have, but seeing this did make her want to lash out.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

       ˜”*°•.   He stood there motionless. However hard his body was screaming for him to attack, he couldn't react . Thoughts stuck on what felt like a surreal dream. The knife at his throat, her standing there with the audacity to threaten him. It was not words anymore tossed around like knives - it was actual knives, and he was going to let none underestimate him again.

❝ What do you think you are doing? ❞ If he wanted to, he could kill her. If he wanted to, he could kill everyone and destroy everything. Was it really what she sought to witness ? for why else would she step on every line ? It was one thing lecturing him, trying to convince him to follow her lead. And it was entirely different choosing violence to achieve it.

Still, even as saidin was fighting itself. out, he didn't do it. She can't control you anymore. Was this why she was turning against him ? because words could no longer change his mind? because he was forming an opinion ? because he was not her tool? Maybe she is the one losing her mind. Maybe she was the one who could be no longer trusted, maybe she was the one with the blurred mind. The Tower had been her home - who was to say emotion was not dragging her into paranoia?

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[dynastymuses]

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lan looked at moiriane ❝no matter what comes out way, no matter what the wheel turns out, you know i am by your side. always❞ he had no one before her, he was her warder, but they were one half of each other.unlike some, there was nothing romantic between them, there was something more. he'd die for her, and he knew she'd die for him ❝what's our next course of action?❞

[caracarnn]

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"We can't do things like that. I won't do things like that."

[magicallwomen]

Her sister, finally, after so many years. And it had been far too long, far too long since she had embraced her. Emma, however, was scarred now. She had been tortured for so long, of it being just her, her mind, and the torture. It had changed her; she no longer knew how to be at ease, and there was always a tension clinging to her, a distrust for others.

She had heard what happened, had heard how she also had an accident while researching something. Something else entirely, but it felt like the wheel was trying to tell them something. Both sisters, in a life-changing accident while they were both researching a source, Emma, one of energy, and Mierin, one of power. It was a cruel joke from the pattern of that she was absolutely sure.

She held her arms around her knees while pulling her knees to her breast. Her body language closed off while she just looked at Mierin. "How did you know where I was?" She questioned, tilting her head a little.

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[angerify]

‘ morning . ‘ he doesn't look up , doesn't have to see her wake up . the air shifts , he's always been a little too aware of her emotions and alert — always so alert . the sun was still young , peeking shyly from behind the mountains . it means they'll have more daylight to venture under , the two river shouldn't be far now . lan believes if they ride without stopping , tonight they'll reach their destination . ‘ i know rabbit meat is too much for breakfast but you didn't eat anything last night . ‘ finally , his gaze settles on her . watching as blues blink open , frown against the soft sunlight and lock with his darker eyes . he didn't sleep last night because she was sleeping , and she wasn't sleeping peacefully . lan waits for her to sit up before he mumbles ; ‘ bad dreams ? ‘

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[xnostos]

@ourcbcros cont. from here.

don’t   say   goodbye   then   …   words   weave   through   wind   to   settle   in   the   space   shared   between   an   aes   sedai   &   her   warder,   where   once   silence   stood   stoic   as   constant   companion.   levity   lines   her   lips   lightly   as   her   eyes   roll   in   rebuke   to   such   stubbornness.   defiance   in   the   face   of   fate   foretold,   ever   endearing.   the   time   to   conclude   their   camaraderie   will   come,   sooner   ..   so   much   sooner   than   later,   so   says   the   will   of   the   wheel.   a   show   of   sentimentality,   to   let   slip   a   face   full   of   serenity   and   untie   the   tongue   with   tender   words,   she   assumed   would   soothe   them   into   the   discussion   of   a   bond   being   released.   she,   evidently,   assumed   wrong,   for   al’lan   mandragoran   would   have   none   of   it.

he   turns   to   her   then,   &&   the   war   that   waits   within   her   to   dissuade   him   of   his   defiance   wearies.   her   hand   in   his,   &&   she   is   tempted   to   mask   the   bond   for   fear   her   sorrow   will   swallow   him   whole.   “ but   it   will   be, ”   words   a   whisper   as   she   deprives   his   hands   of   her   and   turns,   unwillingly   away.   to   reclaim   composure,   an   arduous   endeavor.

her   stare   falls   to   the   far-off   horizon,   to   the   shadows   that   stir   in   the   space   between   sand   &   sky.   there’s   a   warmth   to   the   wind   &&,   for   the   first   in   so   long   a   time,   she   lets   herself   feel   it.   “ do   you   remember   the   day   we   were   bonded?   you   had   put   the   past   to   smoke   &   ash   and   were   just   about   to   walk   into   the   blight,   when   i   found   you.   i   told   you   only   fools   choose   to   die   before   they   must. ”   tone   cool-tempered   when   she   turns   to   face   him,   “ are   you   a   fool,   lan   mandragoran? ”

her   stare   is   a   dare   at   his   defiance.   they   had   played   this   game   back   when   it   all   began,   before   that   hill   outside   the   city   of   chachin,   when   she   was   but   a   guileless   girl   drunk   on   dreams   and   he,   as   stubborn   as   a   mountain   to   make   move.   “ for   you   are   a   fool   if   you   fight   me   on   this. ”   nails   bite   into   fists   furled,   enough   to   draw   beads   of   blood,   enough   to   lead   the   bond   astray   with   new   sensation   other   than   the   cowardice   that   comes   with   saying   what   she   must say.   “ never   watch   a   death   you   don’t   have   to.   is   that   not   what   you   said   as   iselle   fell   from   my   grasp?   yet,   that   is   what   you   ask   me   to   do   now. ”   the   truth   has   always   been   a   bitter   blend.   “ i   told   you,   that   day,   we   fought   the   same   war   and   i   offered   you   a   way   to   win   it.   if   you   follow,   if   you   fight   for   me,   you   won’t   see   that   win.   my   fate   is   my   own   and   so,   i   offer   you   an   out.   i   will   not   be   in   the   final   battle,   but   you   can   if   you   let   me   release   the   bond. ”   fists   unfurl,   her   frame   weary   with   exhaustion   from   an   attempt   to   camouflage   feelings   within   others.   “ don’t   die   for   nothing. ”

[voluntadfuerte]

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Nynaeve had been a very grounded person all of her life, especially after her parents death. Very distrustful of others but extremely loyal to those she became friends with. It took time for her to trust Moiraine. Especially considering she was an Aes Sedai and Nynaeve didn't trust Aes Sedais. Although she had now become one herself. Yet still couldn't channel on her own.

"How does it feel, being cut from the One Power?" she asked, currious. Her situation was different from Moiraine as she still could see the weaves. She just didn't know how to access the One Power unless in a traumatic moment.