#tairngire

[ephemrale]

brows  pinched  and  eyes  cast  in  an  unfocused  stare ,  as  though  she  were  attempting  to  recall  the  plot  of  a  horrible  dream .  if  one  hadn’t  known  her  well ,  they  might  mistake  her  far  away  distress  for  something  genuine .  she  gives  the  younger  girl  a  matter  of  fact  shrug ,  eyes  still  fixed  on  some  distant  point .  ❛  it’s  one  of  my  biggest  fears .  that  if  i  ever  woke  up  as  a  chocolate  cake . . . i’d  eat  myself .  ❜  turns  to  look  at  inej  now ,  comically  wide  eyed .  ❛  i  wouldn’t  even  question  it .  ❜   @tairngire

[slainfury]

  WAS  IT  WAR  THAT  MADE  HIM  GROW  SO  FAST?   /  OR  THE  CROWN  THEY  HAD  PUT  UPON  HIS  HEAD?  (  to  rule  upon  a  barren,  ashen  land.  )  the  factor  of  time  passing  itself  is  also  to  be  considered,  but  this  is  a  different  kind  of  aging ;  eyes  of  frost  and  violet  are  battle  weary,  cynicism  has  left  him  with  the  faintest  hints  of  lines  in  place  of  frowns.  he  was  fastened  together  by  ice  and  steel,  he  has  endured  and  endures  now.  he  was  a  boy  who  learned  sorrow  too  soon,  and  he  is  a  man  who  has  taken  to  anger  far  too  fast.

   but  this,  this  is  a  look  of  change.  melancholic  --  and  perhaps,  forever  will  be  with  the  loss  of  his  sister  --  but  distracted ;  he  is  lost.  he  reminds  her,  based  on  the  merest  flicker  of  a  shadow  on  his  face,  of  the  boy  clinging  to  her  skirt  and  his  endless  questions.

    ❝   gentiana,  i  --    ❞   a  break.  he  swallows,  shakily.  he  has  not  come  before  her  like  this,  with  such  vulnerability  and  fright,  in  years.  he  cannot  even  bear  to  look  at  her.  a  plight  of  shame  has  reminded  him  of  their  last  meeting,  and  how  he  had  lashed  at  her,  blamed  her  for  all  that  transpired.    ❝   i  am  to  become  a  father.   ❞

┊ ˚˖↷ @shivaer  /  @tairngire

[burneternal-blog]

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’ ( gandalf & saruman )

   deep-set eyes bear a gaze as dark and impenetrable as the night around the tower, as the pits dug at its foot; but now there is a moment in which it softens, and the faintest glint of light that had sat so long there in that ancient stare beside wisdom and power and pride returns. for a brief time it seems that even all that cannot protect saruman the wise, high and mighty as he deems himself, from a plea for aid. particularly that uttered by his long-time friend; yet to call the grey one such does not accurately surmise the long ages their bond has endured, and just how the white has valued and cherished it since they first stepped foot in this land of lesser folk. and he wishes it to endure further still, for there had been no other he believed worthy of receiving a chance to join him.

   a chance spurned, a choice rejected; and all too suddenly the light fades away, as do the many fine colours of his shimmering robes when the moon passes behind thick clouds of black. there is none left to see by save that from the far-off stars and whatever faint glow of his forges can reach the top of orthanc. “without me?” he echoes, voice honeyed as ever yet sickly so; honeyed in venom and hurt and thinly-veiled rage. “without me? long have i sat here, gandalf, attaining knowledge on the affairs and powers of this world, so that i may counsel those who seek aid appropriately. yet i failed to find you among my frequent visitors. long and far have you travelled, making friends with varied and unsavoury sorts, achieving plenty of your own ends ‘without me’. indeed, it was only at my behest that you came to find yourself here now. and i offered aid unprompted, the path that should clearly be taken, a road which only we together are fit to travel. yet now i see that even the wise can be made fools of, for hoping that you might think better than to continue on ‘without me’. alas! to pursue in your folly without me is what you have decided. do so, then; i will leave you here to ponder on it. there is much work to be done and many matters to attend to. perhaps you will see sense before it is complete, but i know now not to hold such false hope in my heart.” instead a strange sense of sorrow sits deeply there as the wizard turns and descends his tower’s steps, for it almost feels as though the loss of a dearest companion has cast a shadow deeper than any the evil in the east could conjure.

[sagaess]

"i'm sure taako knows what he's doing up there. lup is helping." he's pretending that the fireworks didn't end too close to the earth that last time. or that they're bigger and brighter than the test ones the twins were doing. a kiss to her cheek. then her lips. "happy new year, jules. i love you."

     she laughs at the uncertainty in his words, watching as waves of colorful sparks follow one after another, dipping lower and lower to the ground, threatening to set something ablaze. now that would really be a show ! ❛ yes, i’m sure he does. ❜ is spoken with a chuckle tilted to the sky; after all, that’s most likely the very intention of the twins, to keep them on the edge of their seats, mischievous as it may be. julia swears that she can see lucretia’s deep-set frown of pure exasperation from here, but she makes no move. they all seem to be of like mind, at least for now. let them have their fun.

     a sweet kiss to joy-rounded cheek brings the amusement to turn to something more soft though, more bashful and silly despite their years together ( despite the fact that we’re married, she thinks, and even now the word gives her the giddiness of a young maiden ). then her chin is tilted to better meet warm lips, and she can’t help but sigh into it, turn in his arms so that she may properly gaze upon him, awash in the lights of the twins’ production, but he glows brighter than whatever magical concoction they throw upon their heads. ❛ and i love you, magnus, ❜ my magnus. my heart, my soul, my best friend. a kiss is shared in turn, placed to the underside of his chin, nose scrunching at the scruff that meets her. ❛ happy new year, my love. ❜

@tairngire          //          new year’s kiss

[ephemrale]

jesper: that is so fetch kaz: jesper, quit trying to make fetch happen, it's not going to happen

[ephemrale]

@tairngire   continued .

jest  leaves  her  countenance  like  a  tide  ebbing ,  and  she  studies  him  a  moment ,  brow  pinched ,  before  sighing .  threadbare  robes  flutter  about  her  as  she  settles  onto  the  settee  beside  him .  anxiety  ripples  off  him  in  waves ,  hitting  her  as  if  it  were  her  own ,  and  something  in  her  heart  twinges  to  see  him  like  this .  jesper  may  be  a  lot  to  handle  on  a  good  day ,  but  he  always  shone  so  brightly  in  the  bleak  gray  of  the  barrel ;  their  own  personal  sun .  some  days  a  heart  fire ,  some  days  a  firecracker ,  but  always  warm .  that  warmth  peaks  through  with  his  signature  grin ,  and  she  makes  a  show  of  huffing  goodnatured  exasperation  to  placate  him  (  she  knew  as  well  as  any  that  none  of  them  liked  showing  weakness .  )   ❛ how  can  i  say  no  to  waffles ?  ❜   a  smile  blooms ,  genuine  with  a  hint  of  friendly  teasing .  though  she  has  no  need  to  don  the  role  of  grisha  priestess ,  not  with  him ,  she  does  straighten ,  turning  to  face  him  more  fully ,  and  take  a  centering  breath .  she  beckons  him  closer  with  a  gesture .  ❛  come  here .  ❜