Lillith Caelum

[theduckgoddess]

google computer who is john pork

can you tell me what google says I don't know who that is either

[theduckgoddess]

wgat would you do if

Well its obvious I would just . I don't even know why you would bother asking this.

[theduckgoddess]

Midnight.

Lillie traced her finger over the thorns wrapping her thigh, she had been unable to sleep and as such, sat awake next to Chamuel. A conversation she had with Kanseck in the clinic at Chamuel’s side had been spinning in her head all night. “Defend them, however you can.But it isn’t as simple as stabbing the problem away. 

The world is complicated. We must be here, to do what all others need of us. “

“You did not come away unscathed, Lillie. 

You will not be able to help her if you bleed out on the floor next to her hospital bed, or fall into a despair that removes your ability to help her.

You need to remember how to swim, as the current is picking up.”

Lillie didn’t know how to “swim” she knew how to claw, kick and scream, and struggle, never swim. She only felt like she had just reached the surface, found the clam waters only to look to her sides and see everyone else being dragged down by the same rapids of time. Kanseck had told her, “it's time you remembered how to swim”, “not learned how to swim” Kanseck had full faith in her. Lillie felt the weight of those words on her shoulders, they were high expectations, was she going to disappoint her closest friend, was she going to leave those who have yet to be saved? She felt it, she knew it was only a matter of time until she was back under herself, this time though, she wouldn't be pulled under against her will. Back against the wall, the rapids surging before her, she would choose to stay, for those who still need her yet.

A story from her father long passed surfaced in response, Lillie only a child then, facing her father cleaning a fresh wound, his body covered in scars everywhere except his back. 

“Do they hurt Dad?”

“Of course they do, like hell, each and every one”

Her father was ever honest even to a child as young as Lillie at the time.

“Each one of them is a reminder though, a reminder for what I fight for, while I breathe still, I will protect who I can so they won’t suffer as I have.”

“I didn’t choose these scars but regardless they are mine, I chose what they mean.”

Lillie’s father placed his hand on Lillie’s head gently, nearly eclipsing it.

“I hope you never suffer scars like these, but if you do, never blame yourself, all we can do is keep swimming against time.”

The Lillie of the present was still tracing her finger along the thorns constricting her thigh, lost deep in thought.

[theduckgoddess]

Google how to turn off auto correct, i think a beetle might torture me for my crimes against his religion

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

I'm going insane over the people on my funny block game

[abienouttaspace]

soon, the seals placed on the ancient cursed power will be released!

LIKE TO CHARGE, REBLOG TO CAST

[phantomsmoonlitdreams]

i might be a pervert. i hope that's okay

[radsmp3]

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[rookiebe]

DRK. The Knight and the Maiden Fair

[vulpesfelidae]

The fact that G’raha speaks about the fact that he actively grieves for the warrior of light he knew, despite you, the same person, sitting across from him in that gondola, is so absolutely soul shattering.

G’raha Tia woke up from a hundreds of years long nap to a destroyed world finding out not only that you had died, but that you had died long before your time due to a world ending deadly chemical weapon that nobody could’ve predicted would be launched. He spends years researching the reflections and the rejoinings to pinpoint the exact moment that the calamity of light happened on the first reflection to transport himself there to stop it. Merging his own soul and body with the Crystal Tower to gain enough power to transport through time and space to stop the fall of the first.

A whole century of fighting a losing battle G’raha, the Crystal Exarch, realizes the only person who can win this war is You. The Warrior of Light. G’raha builds a city for you. Saves the lives of a thriving community for you. Summons you (and inadvertently all of your friends) to the home he built for you so you can save the world. And save yourself. All while operating under the guise that he will kill himself in order to do it. And he almost does, but you stop him. You save him and bring him home back to the source to make good on a promise that you will go on an adventure together.

G’raha Tia wakes up from a nebulous amount of time passed nap to see You. But not the you he remembers, but the you He remembers. The you that survived and not the you that died. Two conflicting parts of his memory celebrating and grieving the loss of someone standing right in front of him. So close to touch but a walking ghost that he can’t.

He misses you. You’re right there. He mourns your death still after over a century. You are alive and sitting right across from him. You smile at him. He smiles back.

[theduckgoddess]

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