#polyphoniie

[caomhnighean]

@polyphoniie​. sc.

     ‘ Here --- I brought you some clothes. I think we’re similar sizes. ’ 

[storiiestcld]

@polyphoniie

    she sends word for eurydice to come to her, after her shift. to find her in the gardens of the grand estate her husband had built once upon a time. they’re mostly bare, these ‘gardens’, save for the grey and other lackluster plants that manage to grow. but there are trees, several of them, with ripe pomegranates hanging heavily from their branches. the only fruit that will grow down here. she doesn’t mind. persephone waits beneath one of these trees, sitting in the roots of the great trunk.

    “i have a proposition for you.” she says. “what if i told you i can return you to the surface? to your poet?”

[malumiinse]

@polyphoniie​ liked for a starter!

HE COULD TELL IT WAS HER BY THE SMELL of her shampoo. A slight smile made its way to his lips as he stepped over, coffee in hand, just like the last few times they’d run into each other. He may have kept coming to the same coffee shop on purpose. 

         “This seat taken?” 

[fiergus]

@polyphoniie​ / murtagh.

        ❝ murtagh! ❞ although fergus doesn’t quite hug him, the way that he comes skidding to a halt close by his side indicates that he thought about it, before taking a look at his face. ( does he look less grumpy than usual? fergus thinks so, but it might be wishful thinking. ) it has just been a while since he last saw murtagh --- not since they came to scotland, and in an unfamiliar country with unfamiliar people, he’s glad for someone he knows. they spent so much time together in paris, didn’t they? a team. fergus doesn’t know if murtagh missed him, too, but maybe he can hope, just a little bit.

        ( fergus felt needed, in france. he’s still finding his footing, in an already established household. it would be nice, to have been missed. ) 

        he beams up at murtagh, now. this is better. this is so much better.  ❝ it has been far too happy without you here. what is portugal like? ❞

[seriouslyaliens]

       “no, really. i’ll be fine. in a bit.” it was far from the worst injury the doctor’d ever had; if it were, she’d have to be dying. really dying. the doctor pulled her hand from her side and found it dark with gallifreyan blood. as leaves shifted above, the dying daylight glinted off its amber hues. “eh, not to worry. it’s meant t’be that color.” 

@polyphoniie​ 

[dllsprk]

@polyphoniie​. call.

     ‘ It’s no easy thing, is it? Having the weight of the world on your shoulders. ’ 

[rcvolutioned]

       ‘ but there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. ‘

  @polyphoniie after the storm - mumford & sons

[traggedia]

“So, let me count -- Blood mage elf, rebel mage and I guess he is also a grey warden, a  former slave elf, a dwarf who's a pathological liar, a pirate, a prince. Are we missing someone?” 

@polyphoniie