*DYING LIGHT

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honestly: hard reboot of this blog incoming 

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RAPHAEL  /  LEADER

         O LIKE A THE WOUNDED BEAST HE IS, HE REMAINS STILL.     more silent than that of the eerie ruins that lie about him, mangled and shattered beyond repair and recognition. how it could be mistaken that some sort of natural disaster came to befall this place,     WHEN IT WAS ACTUALLY ATTACKED BY A CREATURE.     and the one that bleeds from his skull upon these very grounds, the one that had gained broken bones of his leg, the one that     DESTROYED AND KILLED, is that very creature.     though man, and mortal, he truly might as well be such. for it’s a wonder how one can devastate a once proud structure, and take away lives     —————-     he did all this at whatever cost. including nearly his own life.           a sound more massed came to bare his attention, and ruby eyes opened like a flicker of a flame, sparked to life. ah, but they remain well hidden, due to black locks that shielded whatever came to approach with the     BELIEF he lies unresponsive.     a rough hand, braced itself without movement, over the handle of one of his blades. ready to take action, and strike unexpectedly.     just like a wounded beast indeed that would lie to lure, giving that false sense of security to that which draws near, before snapping it’s teeth for the kill.     ruby eyes came to slowly trail. peaking out from whatever utterly small places his black strands allowed him to, to see what fool would be idiotic enough to approach him. to sink his canine into their neck… all such intentions, came to a halt. he’d recognized who exactly that fool was. a deep breath escaped, and his tension came to fade.     ❝  tezca.  ❞ @wroughtdawn      ❤ ‘ed

THEY  WERE  easy  expressions  to  call  upon  &  since  tezca  so  often  followed  the  past  of  least  resistence,  they  were  also  his  favourite.  it  helped  that  his  mask  hid  the  way  his  flesh  would  wrinkle  &  how  his  lips  would  stretch  thin  in  a  ragged  facsimile  of  a  smile.  before  he  could  even  think,  he  was  already  humming  a  pleasant  tune.  grey  eyes  scanned  the  ravaged  landscape,  picking  apart  the  blood  &  injuries  that  riddled  his               boss.  &  of  course,  he  could  only  offer  a  hidden  curl  of  his  mouth.

maybe,  just  maybe,  he  should  think  about  why  he  was  here.  why  he  had  followed  &  persisted  even  when  he  was  more  smoke  than  flesh  &  had  no  anchor  that  tied  him  to  this  earth.   &  even  if  he  did,  it  was  certainly  not  this  man (  *  he  liked  tlipoca  better             &  this  was  neither  for  his  benefit  nor  his  detriment.  it  was  a  simple  fact  stated  enough  times  it  felt  like  law  ).  but  maybe,  just  maybe,  he  was  blinded  by  that  burst  of  smugness  as  he  saw  the  tension  loosen  from  raphael’s  form  as  his  eyes  found  recognition.

        ❛   oh  glorious  leader,   ❜   he  purred  as  he  leaped  down,  scarcely  disturbing  the  air  as  he  touched  down  beside  the  fallen.  it  was  a  shame,  he  did  not  think  for  he  never  thought  it,  that  his  mask  hid  his  features.   ❛   we  have  got  to  stop  meeting  like  this.   ❜

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❛ Ah, there it is! That famous scowl. ❜ /for pike

DARKER  SHADE  /  accepting.@clawsxbows

AN  ARCHED  brow,  lips  firmly  pressed  together  &  eyes  glinting  with  something  fierce  and  dangerous.  her  fist  curled  (  *  oh  her  heart,  what  of  her  heart  ?  )  tightly,  lightning  licking  across  her  nerves  like  course  brick  against  soft  skin.  she  barred  her  teeth            

        ❛   i  won’t  stand  for  it,   ❜   decreed  the  cleric  of  sarenrae.  a  cleric  of  redemption  &  healing,  yes,  but  not  for  tolerating  bullshit.   ❛   it’s  not  right.   ❜

[otpmusings]

Okay but instead of shipping the grumpy one with the cinnamon roll, imagine shipping two grumpy ones. Just being salty about fucking everything together all the time. Having the same salty philosophy on life and snickering at other people’s idiocy 24/7.

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          ❛   I  SUPPOSE  i  do  need  to  improve  upon  my  disguise.  there  are  certain  habits  which  are  easily  observed,  but  not  so  easily  replicated,   ❜   he  hummed,  finger  tapping  his  upper  lip.  his  gaze  slid  over  to  his  companion,  austere  gaze  thoughtful.     ❛   do  you  have  any  tips  ?  i  wish  to  blend  in  with  the  usual  crowd  by  the  docks.   ❜

sc:  @dxdger

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what gentleness brought by a hand that brings destruction. for it brushes softly upon surface of the neck with the very tips of fingers, trailing up unto the jawline, to then grasp the mask. up he had it lift, enough to where at least the mouth underneath is exposed. for a small fraction of a moment, ruby eyes had stared upon the lips, and before any words were exchanged and without his own explanation, he pressed his own lips unto those. deep into connection. POSSESSING.

TRUST  WAS  unfamiliar.  trust  was  solely  reserved  for  him  &  so  after  his  death,  all  faith  was  evaporated  from  his  being.  tezca  allowed  this  much.  allowed  the  hands  to  brush  against  his  bare  skin  because  for  once,  just  this  once,  he  was  neither  ghost  nor  anomaly.  he  was  tangible  and  real.  a  composition  of  flesh  &  personality  with  will  and  form  that  was  solid  &  firm.

a  long  time  ago,  before  tezca  was  more  familiar  than  luis,  he  had  a  beautiful  smile.  it  was  warm  and  bright,  absolutely  brilliant  as  he  grinned  from  ear  to  ear  &  grey  eyes  danced  with  laughter.  he  had  tousled  hair  that  bounced  with  joy  as  he  leaped  and  skipped,  never  still  and  never  stagnant.  he  had  once  loved  the  weight  of  the  sun’s  rays  ‘pon  his  skin.  once,  there  was  a  mirror  who  looked  just  like  him.

his  eyes  slipped  closed,  head  tilting  ever  so  slightly  as  raphael  pressed  lips  against  his  own  chapped  tiers.  a  warmth  bloomed  underneath  his  skin  &  tezca  dared  not  breathe  for  fear  of  shattering  the  silent  sphere  of  tranquility.

(  *  it  was  nice,  for  once,  to  feel  human.  )

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❛ I was dead, and you brought me back. You have already given me something I shouldn’t have. If it were lost again, I would still have lived twice. This is all borrowed. ❜ (for pike, from vax)

DARKER  SHADE  /  accepting.@endurcandsurvive​

SHE  HAD  many  choices,  but  that  was  not  true.  in  reality,  she  only  had  two  :  do  or  do  not.  whether  or  not  vax  came  back  to  life  was  not  up  to  her.  she  could  influence  the  scales,  could  let  her  fingers  tangle  in  the  weave  of  fate  &  twine  the  tapestry  that  draped  over  vax,  but  she  was  no  god.  she  was  no  great  force  in  this  world  no  matter  her  physical  strength  or  courage.  she  was  simply  pike  &  sometimes  that  was  not  enough.

sarenrae  asked  her,  why  should  the  raven  live  ?  pike  answered,  because  i  love  him.  it  was  simple,  really.  she  loved  vax.  vax,  her  friend.  vax  the  lost,  vax  the  reckless,  vax  the  bleeding  heart.  (  *  i  was  dead,  and  you  brought  me  back.  no,  vax.  pike  did  nothing  but  welcome  you  home.  you  were  already  still  alive.  )  debts  accumulated  like  silt  in  the  riverbed.  yet  still,  pike  was  no  river,  she  was  the  sea.  cliffs  collapsed  underneath  her  rage  &  enemies  fell  by  her  mace.  it  was  a  simple  matter.  vax  could  be  the  saviour  of  this  world  or  he  could  be  that  which  would  destroy  them.  her  answer  would  never  change.  (  *  weird  fucking  magic  weird  fucking  magic  weird  fucking  magic  ) were  she  a  crueler  person,  she  would  have  said  no.  she  would  have  never  tried.  why  should  the  raven  live  ?  because  it  deserves  the  chance  to.

pike  shrugged,  her  new  armour  still  not  yet  cloven  to  her  form.  it  was  loose  &  seemed  too  large  for  her  shoulders  to  fit  into.  she  was  a  tiny  little  thing,  was  she  not  ?

         ❛   i  didn’t  bring  you  back,  vax.  that  was  keyleth,  vex,  grog            even  you.  especially  you.   ❜   she  reached  for  his  hand  because  even  she  was  still  shaken.  she  felt  his  heart  beat  underneath  her  fingertips  &  she  was  thankful  from  a  thousand  miles  away.   ❛   if  you  were  lost,  i’ll  find  you.  all  of  you,  always.  there’s  no  borrowing  or  giving.  it’s  just  what  family  does.   ❜

[capefoxalix]

Still not over Pike’s playlist. 

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         ❛   YOU  KNOW  that  despite  the  way  i  act,  i  do  not,  in  fact,  have  all  of  the  answers  &  i’m  willing  to  admit  i’m  wrong,   ❜  when  it  is  advantageous  to  me,  he  does  not  say,  but  then  again,  perhaps  he  does  not  have  to.  percy  is  calm  &  even,  glacial  eyes  sharp.   ❛   i  do  have  some  integrity.   ❜

sc:  @vvindex

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You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

Shinji Moon (via boldlydared)

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❛ Do not lie. Not to me. ❜ b oi

DARKER  SHADE  /  accepting.@suollac

TEZCA  LIVED  by  very  simple  principles.  he  lived  like  water  &  like  air  :  tethered  &  bound  by  only  the  limitations  of  his  own  mortality.

          ❛   then  start  asking  the  right  questions,   ❜   purred  the  manifestation  of  smoke  (  *  still  simply  one  half  of  a  whole              )  as  he  leaned  to  rest  his  head  on  his  hand,  unseen  smirk  curling  his  lips.  he  was  tired.  he  was  dying.  atomic  stability  was  quite  important,  wasn’t  it  ?  it  seemed  like  that  would  be  the  truth.

tezca  cocked  his  head,  grey  eyes  glittering  underneath  the  mask.    ❛   i  never  told  you  a  lie  that  you  didn’t  ask  for.   ❜

[amandalisbethanderson]

Jeez Pike Thats Pretty Effed Up

(from Escape from the Underdark)

[promaethean]

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜

❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜

❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜

❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜

❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜

❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜

❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜

❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜

❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜

❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜

❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜

❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜

❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜

❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜

❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜

❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜

❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜

❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜

❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜

❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜

❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜

❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜

❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜

❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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          ❛   DO  YOU  suppose  the  sun  has  feelings  ?   ❜

sc:  @sydas

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GROG  /  BEST  BUDDY

          ❝ Yeah, but does it gotta take place so far away from              me? I ain’t gonna see you ‘n’ I just worry ‘bout you              sometimes. ❞

he’s distressed, and worried. it’s written clearly on his face for everyone to see. he’s knelt so they can see each other face-to-face. but there’s also a certain… acceptance to his posture. like he’s sure he can’t talk pike out of this, but also not sure if he wants to if this is what pike wants to do.

SHE  DOES  what  she  does  best              she  smiles.  a  slight  stretch  of  lips  grace  her  features,  taught  &  brittle  &  ever  so  sad.  her  hair  is  all  wrong  (  *  she  thought  she  would  protect  her.  is  she  not  worthy,  then  ?  after  all  this  time  ?  )  &  her  stomach  still  bears  that  scar.  there  is  a  heavy  pressure  on  her  shoulders,  this  heavy  pervading  sense  that  she  should  not  be  here.  it  makes  her  heart tighten  with  something  she  can’t  name.

         ❛   i  know,  i  know.  i  worry  about  you  too,   ❜   she  says.  she’s  only  told  grog             &  maybe  she  should  tell  the  others,  but  ...  she  knows  grog  won’t  stop  her.  not  for  this.  she’s  thankful.   ❛   but  i  promise  i’ll come  back,  grog.  i  promise.   ❜

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        ❛   IT’S  ALL  about  the  perfect  moment             even  if  it  takes  a  few  hours.   ❜

sc:  @ignte

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         ❛   I  NEED  to  do  this  grog            i  have  to  get  stronger  so  that  i  can  protect  you,  all  of  you,  too.  it’s  not  for  forever,  buddy.  i  promise.  it’ll  only  be  for  a  little  while,   ❜   she  said,  as  salt  sprinkled  her  hair,  the  seaside  breeze  cradling  her  cheek in  a  cool  embrace.

sc:  @ragewrought