#shehili

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A SIZZLING SENSATION had been crawling up his left arm ever since the incident. An unfortunate circumstance; here to remind him of his self-imposed confines. Without the life-giving sun had abandoned Shuriman expanses, the freezing night had provided a perfect cover for their assailants. And it was under that same darkness that Jericho's footfalls announced his presence, interrupting silent tears.

Mariam Nakhrur had never been the sentimental type, in the time that he knew her. He could recall the scarce tearfall reflecting fire & ash after a victorious campaign; just as he faintly remembered similar stains on her cheeks at the climax of an argument. But what he had heard echoing in the hallways was fundamentally different. The visceral outburst he had inadvertedly released from her... that was different. Only its echo remained now, in her hushed sobs.

If not for the sake of their history, then to uphold his title; he had decided, against his own better judgement, to seek her out later into the night. Invasion of her personal space added to his sentence, he set foot into the room quietly, interrupting her before the first venomous quip could lash in his direction. She would have time later, for plenty more to come.

"Your guards were found sedated. It was premeditated, after all." A hollow victory; she had been right in her estimation. Jericho leisurely made his way to the nearest seat and kept his gaze lowered throughout. Wise enough to know not to stare at the lioness when she is licking at her wounds. His cane rested over his knees, lips pursing as if he had suddenly tasted something sour.

"Though it might disappoint you to hear; I do not think this was an attempt on my life at all." A brow quirked. "Usually they take to more drastic measures, when it comes to me." He chuckled, sarcastically. He only thought to redirect her energy, the only way they shared; put the mind to work, take action. But only a fool would expect her to hold back on asking questions; and in the way his knees were pressed together in his seat, one could easily tell he had already braced for a scornful retort.

"The creature. It has drawn attention."

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[eyepatchrose]

@shehili started following you!

“Well, Lady. What brings you before my humble little doorstep.” The way Samira said that, didn’t sound humble at all, but still, she stood before the woman, giving her a quick look up and down with her arms crossed while lazily leaning against the frame of her door.

[thenightstroll]

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[infinite-xerath]

“...I cannot decide which is more amusing: that you think humanity would ever collectively put aside their petty squabbles to stand against me, or that you believe it would assure your victory. I have seen bravado such as yours before, and it amounts to little more than incessant chatter. I will remake this world in my image, grander than you could possibly imagine; a pity you will not live to see it.”

@shehili​

[vixtionary]

"I want you to find the courage to look me in the eye again. What you'll find there might surprise you."

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"If I do not look into your eyes, it would be for your own protection. You are not as impervious to its allure as you believe."

[mercless]

can i be greedy and ask 🎧 for both mariam and soreana? if it's too many then whichever you prefer! 🤗

Mariam: your age _ rina sawayama

'cause now that I'm your age I just can't imagine; why did you do it? what the hell were you thinking?

Soreana: maker of my sorrow _ eliza rickman

lord knows where did he go keeper of my heart's joy maker of my sorrow

[gutterblade]

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He knows of her the way he knows of most nobles and military personnel — vaguely and without any emotional attachment. He usually left Marcus to do the talking, shook hands where absolutely necessary, and made his exit as soon as he could without making Marcus look bad.

Now, Talon wonders if that was the right thing to do.

Standing just inside the door of her residence, Talon looks awkward and out of place, shorter than her with his shoulders hunched like a scolded child and eyes that still, always, watch for threats. He doesn't know how to talk to people, doesn't know how to ask for what he needs. He wets his lips and rubs warmth back into his fingers with his thumbs, a nervous habit that he's never been able to quit.

"Soreana sent me," he says, voice low and grating even when he tries to smooth it into something adjacent to polite. "She thought you might be able to help." A pause, awkward. He feels so wrong here, exposed without Marcus. "It's private."

[draklorn]

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . )

daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?

anemone: how does your muse view the world; as a cruel & unforgiving place, a land full of wonders, or something in-between?  where does that worldview come from (what experiences, life lessons, etc.)? 

Devan sees the world as a fragile thing, on the verge of - quite literally - imploding in on itself, with every living thing a minute and insignificant blip in existence that is easily snuffed out. The strength of kingdoms, the legacies of empires, the history of lands, it all amounts to tattered knowledge, collected and forgotten, until the world itself falls to ruin, and becomes obsolete. Devan has seen the demise of all life, they know where it sleeps.

Of course, it is easy to spiral into this train of thought when pacing just above the destruction of the world's still form.

On their mission abroad from their Citadel, Devan has lost much time simply watching the world go by, whether it is life flittering past with its own important goals or waves crashing endlessly against the shore, carefree of what lies deeper than its darkest depths. It is a mixture of appreciation for the little things in life, and the sombre thought that at any moment, there will be a last for everything. Even the waves in their dance will freeze before reaching the shore one day. It will be because their Lady Lissandra's kingdom will cover the entire world, obviously, but Devan lives in the endless blizzard of the north, and knows what little life hangs on there.

daisy: did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence?

Freljordians have a different kind of innocence of youth, and Devan was no exception growing up. The harshness of their frozen reality was something quickly learned. But they had always been able to retain at least a small sense of wonder and whimsy deep in their heart, even once becoming a Frost priest. However, Devan would describe the end of their final spark of innocence squeezing into the Hall of the Nine.

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