#spakona

[zendatsu]

@spakona: ❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

          𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 to join in her little scandal. even so, raiden gets the nagging feeling she hasn't played her entire hand yet ▬ whatever that means. “ wait. ” raiden reaches out and catches songbird's wrist, though it's with a conscious care that he needs to be extra gentle. it's not that she's too delicate ▬ they both know better than that ▬ rather, he's got the destructive force of a juggernaut wrapped up in a carbon plated grip. “ i know i can't stop you. ” with or without his help, she would find a way. she's calculative and he's slow to catch on, being lured right back in with the same promise he told myers to fuck right off with. or maybe it's just the defensible excuse they share too much history to ignore, all wrapped up in a neat bow for her to play into the conniving script. so mi knows where his solution is, and the information lies at her fingertips on how and where.

     he won't get it unless he helps her with the matrix first.

     “ just don't leave yet. ” which is about as close as i missed you he'll get. when he senses no resistance raiden pulls away back to himself, scanning back out into the sapphire's elite crowd with questionable taste ( he had no qualms about the dress code, other than the fact he sticks out sorer than ever ). outside on the balcony that shares its homestead next to the more private booths, night city center aglow and a little too far out of reach, he'd rather be closer to the darker corners of this place than be with all the gaudy neon lights and one percenter small talk. “ we haven't had time to catch up, so mi▬▬ ” tinted with the faintest mire of guilt, everything seems to move too quickly at once. he can't quite tell if he's hallucinating, but as he picks out individuals over the masses he thinks he recognizes a close face or two. six's appearance is no surprise, and she seems to be enjoying herself. “ and you haven't heard my answer yet. ”

[likemosaic]

@spakona / @cheatdeaths : “a fickle heart is the only constant in this world.” for kaj from six <3 prompt: howl's moving castle sentence starters.

"i ain't bein' fickle."

a sudden snap of temper before kaj reins it in. she closes her eyes to gather herself. talking about the future with six feels a little like talking to a brick wall--a really earnest, sweet brick wall with beautiful eyes. saying kaj is tolerating robert house is a stretch, and god, does she feel stretched thin with it. so many opportunities to backstab, to take it all and damn the consequences, all slipped through her fingers for the sake of those eyes. they promise a better future if kaj can just trust them, an easy task for anyone but kaj.

she's been through so much. they've both been through so much. kaj wants nothing more than to just nod her head and agree, like so many others that six has convinced to act against their own interests. but it's hard. maybe impossible. maybe she's just too fucking broken to adhere to anyone's ideas except her own, but damn it, she's trying. kaj cares about six. she likes her. but kaj also wants everything done her way, because she's a control freak.

kaj leans back in her chair, nearly tipping it over, perfectly balanced on the back legs. they're alone in the empty casino floor of the 38, so kaj feels both vulnerable and comfortable. not an unusual feeling, alongside the other woman.

"i'm not being sentimental, either. i don't give a fuck about the brotherhood." a half-truth; it's the people she cares about. whether six knows about kaj's nighttime hours spent with their leader, she can't say. "but don't you think it's suspicious that he wants you--us--to take out a faction that could potentially oppose him? a faction that might want to help us if we turn on him?" kaj isn't stupid. the brotherhood is a threat, and house is right about that. but she's a little in denial, too; she wants six to redirect the need for bloodshed towards caesar and his legion and carefully redirect those she cares for out of danger. "i know you said you tried to figure somethin' out. but maybe we let sleeping dogs lie."

[wrench-jackie]

@spakona our favorite mother son duo 💪

[martyrshe]

Philippa raises an eyebrow and adopts a sardonic smile, her tone laced with subtle sarcasm. "Your astute observation has enlightened us all," she remarks dryly as she taps her fingers rhythmically on the armrest of her chair. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms and maintaining a more composed demeanor. "It is a lesson learned through experience, my dear. Trusting those who share a common adversary can be a precarious endeavor." Philippa's eyes flicker with a mix of amusement and cynicism. "One must tread carefully and decipher the true intentions of these so called allies."

She sighs, pursing her lips slightly. "History has shown us time and again that alliances can crumble as swiftly as they are forged, leaving us exposed to new dangers or acts of betrayal." Philippa's voice carries a tinge of caution. "It is essential to discern between fleeting convenience and genuine loyalty." Her gaze drifts to the flickering candle on the nearby table, her mind racing with memories of past alliances, shattered alliances, and the intricate dance of power she had witnessed in her long life.

“ 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. ”

She leans forward, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. "Listen, my dear, in the real world, alliances are forged and shattered faster than a fragile glass figurine. Trust is a luxury we can seldom afford." . She meets @spakona's gaze directly, her voice taking a sense of urgency. "While it may be tempting to view shared adversaries as potential allies, one must exercise caution and shrewdness in evaluating such situations." Her fingers tap rhythmically once again, this time on the edge of the table. "True friendship is built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared purpose, not merely a convergence of opposition."

As she allows Ciri time to elaborate her words, the sorceress's mind delvs into the labyrinthine web of political intrigue. She thinks of the faces and names of those she had aligned with in the past—those who had professed loyalty only to later reveal ulterior motives. "In our world," Philippa says, "alliances are forged and broken, friendships are tested, and the pursuit of power often overshadows personal loyalties." She pauses, her gaze shifting to a map of the continent hanging on the wall. "The web of politics and intrigue in which we find ourselves demands vigilance and discernment."

[meadowlarksabove]

@spakona sent: ❛ remember yourself. you are not a beast. ❜ / from agni :)

The rooms of Her temple were quiet, enough to hear the delicate lighting and smoking of sweet incense. It was a silence he couldn’t get used to, so unlike the grave and the wordless gaze of a fresh corpse, this was crowded. There were eyes on all the walls and statues, he felt Her presence and Her scrutiny from all sides. This was Her domain and elevated on the seat of power was Her priestess. 

“I-” Gabbban sat on his knees before the gifted woman, unable to shake the feeling that he’d come upon something- someone divine. “I’m not sure I can remember anymore.” The frumentarius couldn’t dodge a strike so true to him and his heart. Whatever possessed Agni in those brief moments, be it Her, or a spirit from beyond the veil, knew the nature of his troubles too well. 

“I’m not sure if remembering will even help me or just make it worse.”

[vulpine-vackra]

Völva and Seiðr - A Very Brief Introduction

The term Völva (Old Norse Vǫlva) is often misunderstood or mistranslated. A Völva is a Seeress. A Völva acts as a prophetess or priestess by means of performing seiðr (Swedish sejd).

Seiðr is a particular type of Norse magic most often used for divination or clairvoyance. Freyja was the original seiðkona, and it was she who introduced this craft to the gods and to those who followed in her path as a Völva. A Völva performs trancework to journey to the world of spirit, and once there she can ask questions on behalf of herself or others. Sometimes the answers will be shown to her through a vision, and other times the answers will be either spoken to or through her by the spirits.

Spákona is sometimes used synonymously with seiðkona, but the distinction is that a spákona is specifically a woman who prophesizes, while a seiðkona is a broad term describing any woman who performs seiðr.

[deadkenndy]

@spakona for claire

His head was pounding and it seemed to only grow worse as the sunlight streamed in through the curtains. There was a knock at the door and he could hardly muster up the energy to drag himself out of bed. The knocks grew more frequent and more loud which didn't help the painful throbbing in his head.

It had been days since he left the apartment. He was being kept under a watchful eye since the incident at the house. A week or so ago, he had been sent on a mission to Eastern Europe, the house was inhabited by some strange bioweapons, ones that looked human but fed on blood. Like vampires.

He was ambushed and left in a ditch, unconscious. If hadn't been for Chris and his team, he might still be there. He had been pronounced dead but the strangest thing was he sprang to life hours later. It left everyone both relieved and questioning. Claire had taken the liberty of checking up on him.

Finally he made his way to the door and saw it was her. There was a knot forming in his stomach, one of shame. He hadn't meant to keep her waiting, he was just having a hard time. But maybe her frequent knocking was more out of panic than impatience.

"Hey, uhm.." Leon stood in the doorway, his hand running through his hair. "Sorry, I was asleep."

[atcmbmb]

@spakona (piper wright) liked for a starter:

            "I GET YOU'RE A REPORTER," Leonie begins tentatively, her nose crinkled and expression twisted with uncertainty; "and your instincts are telling you that you need to follow a story to its conclusion. I absolutely understand that." She couldn't fault curiosity either, even she was often guilty of that. But moreso, she's inclined to recognise when it was wiser to deny that curiosity.

"I just don't think venturing into what looks like a radroach-infested hellhole and risking radiation — at the very least — is worth an article about the old world. I'll just tell you some stories about it instead. Okay?"