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i should draw again its really been a while since i last draw smth

#kad rambles #rmeuruehkjf #rustyyy #silksong stop me from drawing HELP

the air about him is unsettlingly empty to the naked eye, saidin ever evasive. and as he directs it around them, alanna startles with a laugh. a tittering, melliflous, sound tempered by the steady ebb and flow of anxieties that did not wholly belong to her. in the empire of nikan, she is out of her depth and @graveflwers was a question that set her ill at ease to answer. legend rendered flesh and blood, he was a veritable relic of the world before its breaking. and the antithesis of everything she’d been trained to understand.

“I thought I’d grown used to it,” she says, rolling her shoulders as if to excise that tension. ignoring the insistent jag that pulsed through her. “but—” she trails with a soft frown, tracing in the air the approximation of the weave that tangled about his form—a shield of some kind. tied off or woven into something she couldn't identify from sight alone. “how is it you’re able to seize the one power this way?” and why was it permitted? this, she knew the answer to. nikan's solution to the tainting of saidin was twofold: gain what could be gained from the half-lives of channelers and gentle them at the height of their combustion. a practice that felt, decidedly, cruel—degrading—to alanna.

#rustyyy #and kind of an in between of what we'd talked about

it’s the first time @bloodbenda has spoken in what feels like a long time, but an hour could just as easily have been a minute as far as addy, so accustomed to being made to wait, was concerned.

“aren’t you afraid of feeling lonely?” she asks, and addy feels the peculiarity of it tug at the ends of her mouth.

she knew fear with a primordial intimacy—the body’s instinctive desire to preservice itself—but loneliness had never factored into it. she feared pain, in the mundane way that all of god’s creatures surely had. she feared death. and she feared uselessness, as the inevitable predecessor of both. loneliness, perhaps because she’d never known an alternative, had never occurred to her as something to be feared.

was this something marie was afraid of?

“do you have many friends?” she asks instead. her head softly cocks to the side, eyes lighting on the other woman.

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