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[onceawake]

[ @stlwrt ] “I don’t wanna live a life in circles of pain.” / from Kalli -> Sharrah | accepting

"Then don't." Sharrah is aware it's somewhat of a flippant answer. It's also the only answer she can give. The other woman was a city elf. Near a flat-ear as one could get without being shem. But more than that — it was hard to look at Kallian and not see an adolescent. No vallaslin on a face that should just be ready for it.

A child.

She unstrings her longbow, setting it down for the night next to pack and bedroll. "Duncan's dead. No one would stop you from leaving when the Blight was over." Or before then. No one is stopping Kallian from leaving now. No one would stop any of them, if they decide they're sick of the travels. The only one Sharrah thinks would truly fight to the bitter end if any of them made that choice would be Alistair ( and, perhaps, Leliana, given her Maker-sent visions ) — more a Warden than anyone else in this camp.

( she thinks, though, he's starting to rub off on her, and that, too, she found terrifying )

"So," she continues, untying the straps holding the bedroll together, tugging out the canvas that would become her tent for the night, "leave, then. Run away when we're all asleep. At the end of your watch for the night. Disappear and wait for the darkspawn to hunt you down."

[reawakcn]

[ @stlwrt ] Every fight I say to myself I might go down, but I’ll go down swingin’. / Alex to Shamara | rivals starters | accepting

"You'd be surprised how common a sentiment that is." Right up until 'going down' is the only option. And then people panic. They might run, might sob, might beg. But rarely do they all truly commit and fight to the bitter end.

Shamara has seen enough of those herself. Men in armor reduced to pleading, grasping for whatever they thought would bring them mercy. Offering credits, information... she recalls one trying to offer his firstborn upon the myth that Jedi stole children from their cribs. That one, she'd broken an additional rib for.

"It isn't until you're faced with it that you find out the truth. What you will do."

A worn robe slips off shoulders, cast to the side to flutter down onto a battered chair. "I assume you nearly struck that point yourself recently."

[hngswmn]

          fear blossoms inside her heart , hidden behind her silence                          it twists her stomach , seeps into her mouth and her nose until she feels feverish .     as her friend speaks , she considers her fears . chief amongst them is being a disappointment to her mother . there is also her father , who believes he can arrange the world to his liking . YET , HIDDEN DEEPER IN HER PSYCHE , IS THE FEAR OF EELS . ever since she was old enough to remember , she had a fear of accidentally plunging down the sheer face of gotham's cliffs , down to where the bodies of the hellenberg's families likely lies .  even now , in the theater behind her eyelids , she watches ray-finned fishes circle in their pool . IS IT MERE FEAR , SHE THINKS , OR PROPHECY ?

          ❝     I DON'T THINK MOM WILL LET ME …    ❞         the refusal comes easy , the same way lies do . WHETHER OR NOT JULIA LETS HER , THERE IS MOTIVATION BEHIND ROSCILLE TURNING DOWN HER FRIEND'S INVITATION … after all , her family did not know about her friendship with rikina … and while green lantern's light could protect her friend from many , part of her was unsure if it could shield her from the hellenberg's wrath . even if it could , the silver-haired girl was in no hurry to find out . better to keep some distance , at least until her father left her be .   

          ❝     IT'S KIND OF YOU TO OFFER , but i will have to turn you down . surely , it was nothing but a jest , a joke .    ❞         there is no enthusiasm in her voice as she speaks , hand seeking the scissors and handing them to her friend .   she knows her father is serious , and the fact he is would certainly displease rikina , the ever righteous . what she does not mention is that the thought of marriage displeases her , too . it winds a strange , deep-green , serpentine feeling through her belly .         ❝     I DOUBT MY FATHER WOULD MARRY ME OFF . he is not that monstruous , i assure you .    ❞

"eels are only tasty when they're cooked." rikina, in spite of her supposed ick towards blood, looks less than unfazed even as she squints at her stitches on the fabric in concern (or is it because of that? no one knows). "—speaking of which, mom's asking if you're gonna come by for dinner next week. will you? she's gonna make grilled eel for dinner, if you'd like."

the rhythmic click-clacking of the sewing machine comes to a halt as the green lantern looks up towards her best friend, some hint of a sheepish smile, "sorry. we were talking about something serious." a pause. "do you, ah— need help with that, maybe? the killing thing? i can't do it, i don't think, but— but— i think i know some who can help." she wouldn't think myra would say no to helping out a friend in need with just causes anyway, surely?

perhaps less myra and more the two supporting her, at least.

"—oh, and can you pass me those scissors? over there, on the fabric cabinet."

[luscinai]

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[onceawake]

[ @stlwrt ] I was a little messed up there, thanks. / Myra for Aera <3 | accepting

Magic was easy enough to call forward, tugging from the wellspring that was the Fade, drifting through skin and limb and bone. But putting it to work to mend made her feel like a single shem approaching a halla. Perhaps it would choose once again to bite back, leaving opened wounds in its wake as a price to pay.

"Don't thank me just yet." She could feel the injury beneath the magic, tugging, fighting her, refusing to weave itself back together beneath the surface. The bleeding was staunched, a combination of fabric and leather binding the surface closed. "You should return and let one of the scouts take a better look at that."

And, perhaps not, today.

Even the Mark seemed to be silent as the healing magic drifted past.

[reawakcn]

[ @stlwrt alex -> shamara ] alexandra's metal hand gently ghost over the bruises on green skin, barely hand marks purposefully lingering on her thighs, drawing a delicate line from hip to stomach to intertwine with shamara's hand. presses a kiss on each of her knuckles. it's quiet, and they're barely coming down from the euphoria of their high, but there's something that coaxes alex just a tad further than she would usually be anyway. "i love you." murmured against the back of shamara's hand, almost unheard, but no less sincere all the same. [unprompted]

the light in the other room flickers. buzzes. the only thing to break the silence over breathing that is just starting to slow. sweat cools over the both of them, sticking bare skin together. her own hair sticks to her forehead, sticks to the back of her neck, to her throat, curls and catches in joints.

they should get up. should take the luxury of a rare sanisteam.

it's hard not seeing this time as something rare. something stolen away between heartbeats. she's still getting used to the fact that plunging into bed with another doesn't have to be hurried and hungry and half-secret.

no, just her own existence now was nigh on taboo.

Alex mumbles against Shamara's hand, and the mirialan's breath caught in her throat.

'I love you'.

Shamara looks away. focuses her gaze on the opposing wall. following cracks in the flimsy substructure. this was a mistake. getting involved with someone. it was a mistake. the words have been said, and that made this all the more real.

and the last woman Shamara had loved was—

died with the rest of the Jedi.

Alex was not a Jedi. but that didn't make the risk any less. the Empire would not take mercy on her just because she wasn't Force-sensitive, should they be caught. if things went for the worse, Alex was a liability. not a strength.

"don't say that."

[hngswmn]

          it was easy to tell hatred was burning bright in sweet brown irises , the way her gaze fell                          mother is angry , she thinks .     not at her , no . never at her .  truth be told , she cannot recall a time where her mother held her in contempt , voice dripping with venom and words sharp with the intent to hurt … EVEN DURING THE INCIDENT , JULIA HAD REMAINED CALM AND COLLECTED TOWARDS HER .  rather than unleash wave after wave of fury upon her young daughter , all she had done was fit her with a gossamer veil to keep others safe from her maddening eyes .   no wonder the white-haired girl was so attached to her mother   :   in a world of hurt and pain , wasn't she the only one who could show her a little kindness ?

          ❝     FORGIVE ME MAMAN ,   i didn't mean to .    ❞         her body moves on her own , seeking warmth and reassurance .   the same way flowers seek the sun .  still , roscille cannot bring herself to look at her . she merely nods , gaze on the ground , as always .         ❝     i'm not sure what to do . i don't want to hurt anyone ever again , but i also do not wish to be married off .   ❞

julia's gaze falls. something in her stings, bites at the back of her mind every time she looks at her daughter, her hair as white as the rest of her attire, intricate and so delicately unblemished.

her hands reach out to hold roscille's own before she could make sense of the feeling, "at ease, my rose." she coos, tugging roscille closer so that she could hold her. her child, so carefully raised, the pride and shame of her life. "don't be so formal towards your maman. you know i don't like it." a smile, sweet and light and so genuine, blooms across her face. doesn't stop the web of schemes weaving ever larger in her mind.

[luscinai]

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[onceawake]

write, but from sharrah to kallian. for fun :3c

Kalli Warden Tabris,

The invitation remains open. I can't promise you'd feel at home with them. I can't even promise that you would be able to adapt to a dalish lifestyle. If Keeper Marethari still lives, I can promise she would be willing to teach you. Tell her that Mahariel of Sabrae sent you. She'll understand. If…. if Marethari has passed, Merrill, her First and successor will also understand.

You only need say the word.

[onceawake]

PICK  A   SONG  FOR   EACH  LETTER  OF  YOUR   URL.

O — Open The Gates - Aethyrien

N — New Divide - Linkin Park

C — Come Play - Arcane, Stray Kids, Young Miko, Tom Morello

E — Echoes of the Mountain - Ashenfell

A — Arena - Fabian Mazur, Snavs

W — Whatever It Takes - Hollywood Undead

A — alt_Human - Circle of Dust, Celldweller

K — Kinder der Sterne - Blutengel & Meinhard

E — Empty Bed - Saint Punk

tagged by: @astraldestiny before I could even steal it <3 tagging: @mageforged, @stlwrt, @emwrcte :)

[onceawake]

UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS

spice : dark chocolate+chili

weather event / natural disaster : squall line

colour : cobalt blue

colour of the sky : sunset, when the sky ranges from orange to purple, bonus points on a full moon when the moonrise occurs at a similar time

planet : venus

animal : raven

houseplant : string of pearls

weapon :  bollock dagger

subject / major : arts and humanities ( what did you expect )

gemstone / mineral : jafar jasper or labradorite :)

make-up product : eyeliner

candy : candy corn :)

fear : a lack of connection

method of long-distance travel : by foot or by stolen horse

art style : international gothic

historical period : 15th/16th century renaissance

wood : red bloodwood

mythological creature : luanniao

three emojis : 🥴🫦👀

celestial body : emission nebulae

romcom archetype : the player

tagged by : @bhaal1st tagging : @stlwrt for kallian :), @emwrcte go roll your dice, and YOU.

[reawakcn]

"willing to get dancers caught in the line of fire, more like." Iaera muttered under her breath, curling lekku around her shoulders like another might tug a shrug closer to their bodies.

that, at least, wasn't something she needed to try hard to keep her cover. catching innocents in the line of fire was something she'd always tried to avoid as a Jedi. was something that still got on her nerves even hiding away like this, pretending to be something she is(n't).

a noncommital shrug. worked here long enough, but she doesn't voice that much. "depends.... your secret gonna get me in trouble with the Guard?"

"what can i say? some people are willing to pay for a fireworks show."

the shrug comes out more casually than stephanie expects despite the knots of anxiety at the bottom of her stomach. sure, bruce and tim had taught her well, and she'd had more than enough time to get acquainted to the business. but the most that she'd done in terms of work growing up had been errands, not genuine harm. she supposes she'd have to get used to that in time.

at least the job's to make a point, not keep a secret.

"worked here for very long?" she asks, eyes narrowing just so to finally look at the twi'lek carefully since the dust settled. "think you can keep a secret for me?"

[reawakcn]

[ @stlwrt -> 'tal | accepting ] ❛ my primary motivators are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ❜ / Myra to Tal

"Ka'ra ni'taylir. Don't you have parents' kamas to hang off of?" Would that the child was small enough, or feline enough, to grab by the scruff. Poking its nose into everyone else's business like nothing in the galaxy would ever touch them for it. "Listen to fear, then. Scuttle home. Where none of the galaxy's monsters can eat you alive."

Armor shifts with only the sound of synthleather creaking, Mandalorian circling Myra like one would encircle a particularly oblivious prey-bird. Slow, deliberate. Coiled. "Yaim ba'slan'at."

[reawakcn]

"that doesn't mean the galaxy is suddenly safe for little girls. especially ones who start poking at people who they don't know." there it was. heartbeat catching, spiking like something startled out of the underbrush.

it still didn't quite get 'Tal's point across, though, did it. hasn't sent the kid scampering back home to her buire. "so maybe you should go home and ask them to keep teaching you before something slips—" a pause, a hand flashing out to jab between armor plates at Myra's ribs, "straight through your armor."

there's an instinctive skip of her heartbeat, as much her own as she doesn't want to claim it to be. it doesn't feel very much like fear, if that. closer to the exhilaration of facing someone good at their damn job. someone not family.

hard to tell how capable the other mandalorian is. a good shot, definitely, though how good they are in hand-to-hand combat remains to be questioned. still, myra knows better than to underestimate them—even when she's been lucky enough to be trained by a jedi. "my buir taught me enough." she looks back, full of too terribly spirited bravado that comes with her age, "some little girls learn how to protect themselves."

[reawakcn]

🖋 girl just do it with everybody you know i write or something idk. for fun

i assign you a wrapped song. @stlwrt

67. RIKINA. Sabbath Propaganda — Guantanamo Bae

[ instrumental ]

52. AIDEN. American Idiot — Green Day

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue

34. ALEX. Immortal (Radio Edit ) — The Crüxshadows

I do not know the mind of God And I can not guess his thoughts But I have searched for you across the void When my sense of self was lost The answers danced to brush my grasp In the darkness and the pain And I saw myself for all I am Through decisions I have made

[hngswmn]

❝                        HE SAID , 'NO ONE WILL SUSPECT A WOMAN OF SUCH VIOLENCE' …   and that concludes my report .     ❞          when spoken aloud , it sounds so easy . oversimple . but the plan is porous with black spaces , all of which roscille may fall through . what if she can't ensorcell the man's bodyguards   /   she has done it only once before ,  that day at the dining table , and never since . she does not know the margins and contours of her own power . what if she cannot kill the man before he cries out and alerts someone / what if she cannot bring herself to deliver the death blow ?         ❝     if i may speak freely for now  …  TRUTH BE TOLD , I AM AFRAID OF FAILING HIM , MOTHER .     ❞

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