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' Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. [...] Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die. ' ILIAN KOM TRISHANA written by sam. mildly canon divergent. est. march 1st 2017

[trshana]

in case anyone remembers this blog existed, ilian is back and i have moved him here

[kingroanarchive]

The 100 Meme : [2/6] scenes ↬ season four, episode nine - DNR

[dcmarvelsource]

Take my life.

                  No.

[trshana]

fun  fact:     i  was  listening  to  villain  by  wild  fire  constantly  while  writing  ilian  bc  i  really  liked  the  song  and  now  i  connect  the  muse  with  it  in  my  head  and  i’ve  been  listening  to  the  song  again  and  realising  how  much  i  miss  this  boy.......    halp

[oktva-a]

the last bit of green on earth after praimfaya washed over the earth

[trshana]

i’m  finally  gonna  do  it.  i’m  gonna  make a  langblr.

[trshana]

damnleader

            brow knits as he tries to push away the thought of his mom. of his head in her death. there’s a harsh swallow as he feels the other’s hand on his shoulder, the acknowledgement that he’s also been through this pain. shakey breath is taken as the hand is removed, eyes finally finding the other and frowning. he’d only lost his mother, and maybe in theory his sister. but she was still there. hating him every step of the way, but THERE. he couldn’t imagine losing her, the only family he had left. he couldn’t imagine being the last BLAKE alive. being the only one to survive.             eyes look upwards, tears are blinked away before he nods. a definitive way to push the pain aside for the other. ❛  it… it’ll get better. one day, you’ll be able to talk about them.  ❜ he looks at him finally, brows knitting softly as he nods in encouragement. ❛  whatever happened… you shouldn’t blame yourself.  ❜ lips press into a thin line as he looks at the other, he knows the look. the feel of guilt that washes over you when you so much as utter their name. he knows how the other feels in tenfold and he wishes that no one else had to feel that way, especially about their family.

There is,  perhaps,  a connection between these two young men,  drawn from the familiarity that is in the air,  the understanding of the pain the other has felt and is,  in a way,  still feeling.  Brown eyes meet and Ilian nods in return,  fingers twisting into each other as he sits quietly for a moment.  He believes Bellamy,  hopes that he’s right.  And he knows their souls have moved on to the next life.  Meanwhile his remains in this one,  punishment perhaps,  and trying his very best to keep up what they worked so hard for.  But he saw the tears and he knows:  they will never truly leave him.  The weight will always be there,  in one way or another.  The blame,  however,  is a difficult thing.  He knows he was not himself.  But there is still a part of him that believes he should have fought harder.  He should not have let the Red Goddess corrupt him in the first place.  But history cannot be changed and here he sits now,  the moon rising on the sky as it always has and always will.  It does not stop for worries such as his.     ‹‹       Neither should you.       ››        He,  too,  doesn’t know what happened with the other.  Still he knows that blaming oneself does not bring back the dead.

[trshana]

good  morn,  lms  for  some  ilian  in  your  inbox  !!

[trshana]

slainst:

               ‹‹        ilion   .  .  .        ››            GENTLE  IS  HER  DEMEANOR  .    her  posture  ,    the  hitch  in  her  voice   /   she’ll  barely  make  a  sound  as  she  crosses  the  room  ,    wild  hues  ,    akin  to  the  forest  outside  not  only  in  color  but  in  depth  ,    scan  his  person  in  its  entirety   /   though  the  destination  is  certain  in  the  end  .    it’s  the  blood  that  draws  her  gaze  .    her  crimson  curse  .            ‹‹        shopta  ?    yu  kei  ?        ››

Muscles  ache,    his  head  weary,   but  victory  is  upon  them.    Ilian  strongly  dislikes  the  spilling  of  blood.    And  he  is  good  at  it,    which  makes  him  hate  it  all  the  more.    But  some  things  must  be  done,    whether  he  likes  it  or  not.    So  here  he  stands,     blood  painting  scarlet  patterns  on  his  skin,    the  pierced  arm  useless  at  his  side.    Moving  it  at  all  sends  blinding  pain  through  his  body,    and  he  holds  his  spear  in  the  left  hand  now.    And  yet,  shoulders  are  drawn  back  and  his  eyes  alight  still.        ‹‹       Sha.       ››        A  smile  seems  out  of  place,    and  yet  he  manages  one  to  underline  his  statement.       ‹‹        Yu  don  win  au ?        ››       The  very  fact  that  he  is  here  speaking  to  her  answers  his  question.

[trshana]

It  does  make  sense,  and  yet  there’s  disbelief  in  Ilian’s  eyes  when  Bellamy  confirms  his  suspicion.  He  shakes  his  head  and  brown  locks  have  to  be  brushed  back  out  of  his  face.    ❛  Used  to?  Half  of  my  clothes  are  made  from  wool.  Doesn’t  beat  leather  in  protection  value  but  it’s  the  best  thing  you  can  have  when  winter  comes.  ❜    A  wave  of  his  hand  gestures  for  Bellamy  to  join  him  inside  the  fence.    ❛  Come  on,  they  don’t  bite.  If  you’re  nice  to  them.  ❜    He  flashes  an  encouraging  smile,  spirit  brightened  by  the  fact  that  no  wild  bear  slaughtered  the  animals  while  he  was  away.     /     @damnleader 

[missprongs]

[missprongs]

[trshana]

good  morn,  lms  for  some  ilian  in  your  inbox  !!

[trshana]

saviourse:

the earth is dead  /  the earth is ripe. at times of destruction does the earth let itself be inhaled  :  IT SMELLS OF BURNING LEAVES  ;  bitter in the centre, tasteless on the borders. the ark’s destruction births a new darkness  ;  something that belongs to the dead. she should’ve never left for polis  &  now she faces the decision. the guards open the jail cell  &  she’s accompanied by kane. the guards leave  ;  only the three of them to share the same breath. it’s quiet  ;  clarke doesn’t how to start the conversation  ;  it’s not her place.  she was in polis  when it happened, but ilian sits alone in terror, the distance between paradise  &  earth.   he didn’t know.  the whole world didn’t know praimfaya was coming.

❝ do you know what you did? ❞ she finally asks. her stance is hard  :  almost accusatory, but ilian doomed humanity. he took hope  &  bound in invisible shackles   &  watched it dance in chains until it burned. she could tell him  /  she could kill him. he could tell everyone in polis  &  start a war. clarke kneels down in front of ilian, her eyes trained on his dark ones  &  searching for the line of accord  ;  for him to listen  &  absorb the weight of his choice.  ❝ you destroyed our only chance of surviving. ❞

She  carries  herself  alike  a  QUEEN,  as  though  she  were  the  commander.  But  while  he  wished  not  ever  to  harm  skaikru,  he  will  not  bow  down  to  her  either.  Do  you  know  what  you  did?    Yes.   I  destroyed  your  tech.  So  nobody  will  ever  be  hurt  by  it  again.  So  nobody  will  ever  be  forced  to  do  terrible  things  again.  Oh,  the  stories  he’s  heard,  one  more  cruel  than  the  next.  The  great  hand  of  the  Red  Goddess  controlled  them  all  like  puppets  with  the  promise  of  no  more  pain  but  left  behind  an  even  greater  abundance  of  it.  And  he  will  have  no  more  of  it.  Still,  there  is  something  in  the  girl’s  voice  that  has  him  hesitant.  He  meets  her  eyes,  his  own  narrowing  ever  so  slightly,  while  he  waits  for  her  to  continue,  waits  for  her  to  answer  her  own  question.

He  does  not  understand.  And  yet  he  feels  that  she  is  sincere  in  her  words.  But  how  could  something  this  terrible  be  the  only  way  of  survival  for  those  who  fell  from  the  sky?  They  could  live  just  like  the  rest  of  the  clans  do.  Nobody  needs  an  iron  castle  to  survive.  Ilian  doesn’t  move,  merely  stares  at  her.     ‘ What  do  you  mean ? ’

[thehundred-source]

happy mother’s day !

[trshana]

YOU MY BRO. MY ILIAN. FEEL BETTER MY LOVE.

thank you, my love <3

[trshana]

thank you for all your kind messages last night, i’ll respond to them when i can, but know that i’m very grateful 💕