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[lichlover]

a humble follow-up to @inkedinserendipity’s utterly gorgeous prompt fill from last night. fate and death have an argument over a particularly messy wager.

What is the wrath of a god?

(Sun reflecting off the desert sand. A sky that boils before it falls. Hurricane winds that indulge the restless sea. A bard’s pen touched to paper for the first time. The agony of a final breath.)

It is the way her silhouette is no longer distinguishable from her shadow.

YOU USED HIM AS YOUR BARGAINING CHIP.

“I had faith in him. I didn’t think it would—“

I KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, says the Raven Queen, and her voice resonates across the space between planes and scatters a wave of souls in formidable, light-tipped crests. I AM MORE THAN FAMILIAR WITH YOUR “FAITH.” I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD MAKE YOU FOOLISH.

She turns on her heel, and the atmosphere shudders. YOU TOOK A GAMBLE, KNOWING WHAT IT WOULD DO TO ME, AND YOU HAVE UNWOUND YOUR PRECIOUS TAPESTRY. LOOK AT IT, ISTUS. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.

Loose threads lay around the hem of Istus’s gown and shimmer weakly. A few of them are still ensnared in loose braids from the beginning of the universe and time itself.

The wrath of a god is something ghastly, but her grief is something apocalyptic.

LOOK AT IT, the Raven Queen snaps, and the threads tremble under the weight of her words. LOOK AT EVERYTHING HE WAS—

She breaks off. Feathers break from her mantle and drift to the ground, and light pushes through the cracks.

HE WAS MINE, she says. TO ALL HELLS WITH JUDGMENT. HE WAS MINE, AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME.

“I know,” Istus whispers.

YOU DO. YOU ALSO KNOW I CANNOT INTERFERE WITH YOUR DOMAIN, JUST AS YOU CANNOT INTERFERE WITH MINE. BUT KNOW THIS. The space where her shadow should still be grows longer, darker. I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO BRING HIM BACK. WHAT CRUEL PUNISHMENT YOU CHOOSE TO INFLICT UPON YOUR EMISSARY IS YOUR DECISION AND YOURS ALONE. LEAVE ME OUT OF IT.

“We cannot—“

I DO NOT CARE. YOU HAVE ALREADY DONE THE UNTHINKABLE, WHICH I BELIEVE MEANS THAT THE RULES NO LONGER APPLY. I WILL OBLITERATE YOU FROM EXISTENCE, ISTUS, says the Raven Queen (the eye of the storm). I WILL SEE TO IT THE MORTALS KNOW NOTHING OF DESTINY IF YOU LAY A HAND ON HIM. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

A tear gathers at the rim of Istus’s eye (a tsunami at its peak). It slips down her cheek and falls, and it does not land.

The ethereal plane undoes itself. Death turns her back on Fate. IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, she says. I MUST SALVAGE WHAT YOU HAVE BROKEN.

And Fate weeps.

Faerûn drowns.

The Raven Queen begins to weave.

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[neogohann]

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[neogohann]

[grantvillesocialexperiment-blog]

Dearest Scandalous Carrot (SC01),

As a matter of fact, yes. I met one of my friends back in high school by accidentally calling them Rudy. Yes, it is too lame and boring! This is a fun experiment, not some interview for the economy section of a newspaper. Don’t be so bitter, cheer up! Get some balloons! Balloons cheer me up a lot. Especially colorful ones.

That sounds like some badass music. I’ll listen to them as soon as I find the time. I like Imagine Dragons and Of Monsters and Men. The song ‘Little Talks’ is amazing and I’ve knocked tons of things down dancing around to it. Since you don’t know who I am and therefore won’t judge me as I walk down the street, I’ll let you know that I love that new Taylor Swift song, learned all the lyrics and can’t stop jamming out to it.

So, to give us something else to talk about, um…my favorite flowers are probably daisies, and my favorite color is either yellow or hot pink. I’d draw you a daisy with hot pink petals and a bright yellow center, but ten year olds draw better than me, so I don’t want to visually torture you, ya feel?

Love and cuddles,

Awesome Potato (AP01)

p.s. what is wrong with your sense of humor

p.p.s I’m awesome