#valkury

[fractempyreal]

𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ,  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄  𝐈𝐓 ,        but acknowledgement does not immediately come from his part  (  still brewing himself tea ,   steeping dark leaves within the hot water  ) .   There’s the CLANG of the metal door of the agency ,   the purposeful footsteps stepping on creaking floorboards .   Another tempest to meet the one already present ,   but the Devil seems nigh UNBOTHERED as he exits the small kitchen  &  makes his way towards the worn sofa ,   seating himself without proper GREETING to the return visitor .   Instead ,   he takes a long sip from his cup ,   eyes closed  &  obviously enjoying the drink he’s prepared himself  (  breaking silence only once he’s thoroughly enjoyed his drink  ) .

                          ❛    Dante isn’t here at the present moment .    ❜

           @valkury​

[glyphtress]

❛  I  APPRECIATE  you  allowing  me  to  stay  with  you ,  val .  it’s  only  for  the  time  being ,  i  assure  you .  ❜   spine  straight ,  the  wearisome  train  ride  only  partly  to  blame  for  the  stiffness  in  her  posture ,  she  holds  her  luggage  before  her  in  a  tight  knuckled  grip ,  a  shield  of  leather  and  linen .  the  reality  of  her  situation  weighs  heavy  on  her ,  steel  cables  wrapped  around  her  bones ,  her  lungs ,  her  heart ,  pulling  her  slowly  but  steadily  downward .  she’s  unsure  how  much  longer  she  can  bare  the  weight  of  it ,  but  now ,  standing  before  her  old  friend ,  she  knows  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt  that  she  will  manage  it ,  come  what  may .  cerulean  meets  amber  unflinchingly ,  and  a  well  of  a  emotion  long  thought  to  have  frozen  over  threatens  to  crack  under  something  unnameable .  she  smiles ,  small ,  contained ,  just  soft  enough  to  avoid  wavering ,  and  a  chord  snaps ,  a  weight  lifts .  shoulders  lose  their  rigidity ,  becoming  less  stone  and  more  clay ,  and  winter  releases  a  breath  she  had  not  realized  she’d  been  holding .   ❛  it’s  good  to  see  you .  ❜        @valkury​

[bornpariah-a]

❝ It’s no wonder that they rally behind you, ❞ he doesn’t seek to lift her spirits, for all intents and purposes —— he is merely speaking a fact, regardless of whether or not it bolsters her spirits. It’s a fact that she must be aware of, surely, given her status and her standing and the way that they, meaning the PEOPLE, follow her as their savior, their beacon of hope : ANDRASTE’S FURY, or so some have taken to calling her.

Herald has a nice ring to it, though he finds that fury fits around her shoulders far more securely.

❝ They spoke of you quite highly. The mage rebellion, that is, ❞ in the weeks that he spent in the countryside, hiding out and awaiting just the right moment, there was ample time to overhear a great deal of things. Naturally, he was most curious about the woman they called the HERALD who had been presumed a criminal of the highest caliber. Until she proved herself, or something along those lines. Word spreads fast and unevenly, in the end. ❝ I suppose that it is only natural, for them to follow you, with or without that mark on your hand. ❞

@valkury // sc.

[rutalonidir-archive-blog]

BOILING  MAGMA.  FORGOTTEN  SPRING.       /       @valkury

           SHE  BEARS  UPON  HER  SKIN  MARKS  OF  SURVIVAL  -----  the  galaxy  had  not  been  kind  to  she  who  knows  only  to  give  &  yet  she  does  not  lose  the  warmth  within  her  heart    (     THIS  SHALL  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL  !!     )         she  should  have  known  better.    she  should  have  guarded  her  heart  better.     she  shouldn’t  have  been  so  quick  to  give  away  the  little  she  had  left.     none  of  that  matters  now,   not  with  the  CHASM  open  between  them,  between  her  ribs   &&  she  feels  so  akin  to  how  she  felt  when  the  darksaber  had  pierced  her  skin  she  cannot  breathe.

                        IN      /       OUT.        BOILING  ANGER  ----  eyes  of  blue  cobalt  harden  against  the  tears  and  she  steadies  herself  for  impact.    but  while  there  are  so  many  things  she  wishes  to  say,   while  her  shoulders  tremble  and  fingers  curl  together  until  she  can  feel  her  nails  pierce  at  skin,   her  voice  is  broken  and  all   she  can  manage  is  a  whimper.   all  she  can  manage  is,      “  ---  why  ??  ”

[lordshaxx]

throws that transphobic anon off the goddamn tower and sets the count back to zero

shaxx looks over the edge before looking at the incident counter with a sigh,                                                                    “ well, we almost made it to three days ”

[kybersung-a-blog]

@eleutheriana replied to your post: i can't believe how much val loves her daughter...

icb val and padmé birthed and raised ahsoka tano

icb ahsoka has such cool moms whom she loves with all her heart

[nilnox-blog]

             “ it is my duty, valkyrie. “ yet her voice betrays resolve with the way it trembles between the two of them. hands ache to reach out for the other woman, hesitates with the worry that her touch should do more harm than good in this moment. “ there is nothing that can be done to change the fate laid out before me. i truly am sorry. “

@valkury​ / sc !

[lightvoices]

[5/25/2017 11:01:28 PM] DADEGAST: question how much of a Bad Influence would Val be lmao [5/25/2017 11:10:29 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: uh [5/25/2017 11:10:31 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: that depends [5/25/2017 11:10:43 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: she'd probably encourage cursing [5/25/2017 11:10:54 PM] DADEGAST: what about drinking when Zufash comes of age ayyy [5/25/2017 11:12:37 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: OMG YES

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

@valkury CONFIRMED FOR BAD INFLUENCE

Bonus:

[5/25/2017 8:54:46 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: i'm crying [5/25/2017 8:54:51 PM] ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀ.: VAL IS THE VODKA AUNT