#sunsfade

[dragunstone]

sorry anon (sike!) but tbh alicent's behavior makes so much more sense if you consider she's a closeted lesbian!

omg srry anon can sapphics exist or is that too much of a take!!!

[pritvolny]

music for the soul — accepting. ( ft. ishtar atta isil )

he realises the honesty in her words,  and there is perfect sense in them.    what doesn't fit the picture are the scars on his hand,   the soreness in his jaws where fangs had been,   the shadows starting to creep into the whites of his eyes.    the guards are calling it an affliction,   something to harken back to the strange occurrences all over the city:    bone bridges that erupted from the ground and roses that bled like rivers;   their king was affected as his heart resided in the very soil of this kingdom.   little did they know,   the heart of this abomination resided in him.    if they heard the shadows inside his skull,   if they saw the red through his eyes—

that is when @sunsfade's voice had cleaved his thoughts in half.     ' you're not a monster.   you're just human. '     the boy he had been never knew ishtar to be naive,   so it is easy to believe her,   and more so because he simply  wants to.    the distinction is not the only thing that comforts him,   but also the simple validation of his being,   minimising his otherness.    something splits inside him,   like glass,   like a grin.    he squints in her direction.     ❛   a human with a predilection to eat a child for dinner.   ❜      nikolai jests,   absently itching the tips of his gloved fingers.    he has made a point to sit in the sun:   summer days are a rarity in os alta,   and what lives inside his skin does not agree with it.     ❛   no,  that sounds like accepting defeat.   there has to be a way out.   ❜

[2usan]

“ autumn comes when you’re not yet done with the summer passing by. ” she’s heard and soothed the murmurings of her ladies, nymphs still touched by the memory of the long winter’s frigid grasp. they feel it, before anyone, the shift in the seasons : and old fears read their head. even she cannot help but worry her hands, they twist discreetly within the dramatically draped sleeves of her gown. it’ll be an early harvest, and one can only hope they are adequately prepared.

@sunsfade : 22. 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 [ 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒 ] *

[khronoes]

cont. @sunsfade

she has the sense of being trapped.    the trees standing erect around her were akin to the bars of a prison cell and the light that filtered through in long beams were a promise of the next day.     aklla didn’t remember the quelled feeling like a cage but she couldn’t shake the chill in her spine as she pushed herself to rest her back against damp bark.    her bones groaned with years of stillness,   still waking from their slumber.     ❝    but we didn’t win.    ❞    the girl speaks matter-of-factly, always has. aklla’s face was a blank canvas,   unreadable as she stared out into the distance past ishtar’s silhouette.    it lacked the sorrow that one should experience at the thought of a loss so heavy.    a loss that came with bloodshed and the cost of lives.   a loss that came with the sacrifice of ancient lands.    a loss that had entirely changed their world.    she mulled over the other’s words and for a moment they sat in a punctuated silence.    the girl made more weapon than girl and the girl made more legend than girl.    ishtar’s laugh is a bird song and it snaps aklla’s attention back to her.    ❝    where do I find them ?    ❞    she wasted no time getting back on her feet,   despite the quiver of her body and the thick haze clouding her ever-moving thoughts.    ❝    the humans,    ❞    she clarified as she slowly rolled back her shoulders.    there’s a fire in the pit of her stomach and she recognizes it as anger.    the girl felt very little in her heart but the heat of rage had been embedded into her very making.    for all intents and purposes,   she was a gun,   smoking barrel and all.    ❝    take me to them,   or as far as you can take me.    and tell me,    ❞   she paused for a beat,    her coal eyes raising to meet glacial blues.     ❝    tell me about the war.    ❞

[ophliea]

⤳   @sunsfade​   asked:     ‹ i’ve been cultivating unkindness. i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting. ›

     “ Has it been serving you? ” 

    Many who would respond with such a question might be asking with some measure of mockery,  but there is none to be found in Ophelia’s tone,  nor her demeanor.  Honesty and sincerity drips heavy off every sound,  every movement.  She seems almost desperate,  as if seeking counsel for her own endeavors:  fostering cruelty purposefully,  what must that be like?  Is it easy?  Has it made matters worse?  There’s always been a small part of her which yearned to utter a cutting phrase.  She wondered how many mean words Ishtar had spoken and meant them;  how sharp has her tongue turned?  Has it a razor’s edge?  

    With a natural,  consuming curiosity,  Ophelia leans in & sets her chin against her forearms,  crossed beneath her,  sporting a discerning eye.   “ I find I don’t have the backbone for it, ”   she says,  words spoken somewhat apologetically.  And,  then,  with a smile  ––   finally in on the joke:     “ Limited talents.  I think I may prove quite barren a field,  admittedly. ”  

[dragunstone]

❛❛    king's landing is ...nice.    if you’d like though,    you should see it on dragonback   —   it’s all the more beautiful.   ❜❜    [@sunsfade]

[ragedagainst]

@sunsfade : ❝ i have to say. i am profoundly unimpressed. ❞

amongst other life lessons ( some useful, some not ), the partisans had taught her competition. on coruscant and lah’mu, she’d only really had her parents for company. but after saw had taken her out of the cave and brought her to wrea, she’d met a handful of kids her own age, and, as a result, had grown friendly ( and some not so friendly ) rivalries with them, most hinging on their fighting abilities or the amount of spars won. and jyn knows she’s good at what she does. there’s no point in being humble about it –– saw hadn’t made her his second-in-command just because she was his adoptive daughter. 

at ishtar’s words, she simply rolls her eyes, only half-listening to the other as she finishes cleaning up the remains of the fight. she whacks the body on the ground in front of her once more with her truncheon for good measure just to make sure they’re down for good. “ i don’t do things just to impress you, ” she informs her absently, attention drawn to the area around them in case they’d missed any of their attackers. “ so you’ll have to get your kicks somewhere else. ” 

[enmites]

cherry bomb hangs on her lips — it's saccharine pungency overweighed by the ecstasy of simply letting go, a delight she has sunken into for the recent few months before touring. billy had refused to budge all night, an indent surely developing on the maroon velvet of the club sofa. as she waddles over to the bar through the dancefloor, an ever-present grin culminates, and the lavenders flow as crimson locks emerge from the area. choosing to sit upon a leathered stool — a perfect midpoint, though she doesn't realize. awaiting the bartender's attention which she attracts ultimately with haste (they all run back to you in the end, baby!), raising the now empty glass, soft lips part to say: ❛❛ can i get another one of these guys? ❜❜ @sunsfade ♰

the man, no younger than she, retreats to the back of the bar, and for once, she slouches. no more perking upward to needlessly impress onlookers or fans. the bar wasn't quite packed, and it's not like they were universal yet — no matter how much she wanted them to be. the ceruleans trace to the girl on her right, hardly moving her head as to not gain traction, though she seems perfectly fine to indulge and ignore. ishtar's enigmatic awareness allows daisy a chance to examine, to watch without being seen. too young to be in the bar, but she remembers when that was the case for her. no one cared whether or not daisy stayed or left those trashy bars on sunset strip and she'd bet that they still wouldn't, though apparently everyone in the world, or at least california, knew otherwise. figure approaches, shifting a seat closer with an amount of swiftness she hopes doesn't seem too eager. ❛❛ hi. i'm daisy. you? ❜❜

[consumare]

( ISHTAR ): I'LL BE COMING BACK FOR YOU. it didn't take long to notice just how different the girl was. he had to admit that at the start of their sessions, hannibal believed her to be nothing more than a girl with her problems, someone who has been through trauma and was simply trying to work through it. a sentiment that bored hannibal immensely. but over time, the doctor began to understand that he had underestimated ishtar. she was more than her dirty clothes and strange pet. she seemed able to keep up with his questions, throwing her own back at him with a crooked smile and a knowing look in her eye. finding another person who could finally keep up with his games was nothing less than admirable to him. she'd more than proven her alliance, but seeing her standing on the other side of his glass cage, hannibal knew that allegiance was not finished just yet.

he doesn't question what lies or sneakiness had gotten ishtar into the facilitiy. he was too happy to see her, to have someone who understood what the doctor was trying to do. she didn't have long before the nurse came to check on hannibal, but just enough time to assure hannibal that he wasn't alone. that he would be out of the institution and his imprisonment soon enough. an urge to reach out his hand to place on her cheek is ceased entirely by the wall of plexiglass between them, but he gives her a small smile to rectify the forbidden affection. ' i have faith in you, ishtar. trust. promise me you won't get caught in whatever it is that you're planning, ' all he needed was one hole in security, and he could get out. they could escape, together. ' i cannot help you until i'm free from this confinment, but once i am... ' there seems to be a spakrle in his eyes. ' i think we will make a good team, ishtar. don't you? ' @sunsfade.

[rivianborn]

     roach lags behind , hating the loose ground of the bog’s beginning . feel of her resistance against the reins in his hand makes geralt wish this journey to be over sooner , rather than later . crookback isn’t his favored haunt - though the godling there , johnny , makes a visit worthwhile - but this bog seems to be rid of the nekker infestation he’s been contracted for . it isn’t long until geralt discovers perhaps the reason why . a stranger . one his senses tell him isn’t necessarily human . he approaches with some caution .

     “   the birds are mocking me .   ” he muses , as much to roach as to this stranger . what should be mere squawks have , over the years , in many places , turned to voices . beady eyes watching , beaks - like lips of village folk - gossiping now , upon seeing him . “   they curse my return.   ”

@sunsfade​ :: lyric starter :: get home by bastille

[coyotie]

@sunsfade​  sent:    ❝ don’t tell anyone, but, i spiked the eggnog. ❞

This revelation is met with a snort.     Half amusement, half disbelief. It would only take a quick scan of the room around them to note there wouldn’t be many people here who would object to the so-called prank. Flushed faces and drunken eyes are pictured all around them. A quirked brow and Malia’s turning her attention back to Ishtar. Deadpan.     ❛  I think it’s going to be okay.  ❜

[dhufeainnewedd]

if anyone is still alive u can find me @sunsfade

[ragedagainst]

@sunsfade : ❝ poison might be a coward’s weapon, but it’s an effective one. ❞

jyn has killed too many sentients to count. the number is high, she knows, but the specific total alludes her. it’s what she’s been trained to do ; violence is a learned skill, once that had been taught to her at a very young age. ( eight years old, her mother’s body barely cold on the ground in front of her ). though she hates being a witcher, hates everything about the weapon she’s been crafted into ( used and then thrown away, abandoned like she’d meant nothing ), she can’t deny that she’s good at what she does. she can kill quickly and efficiently, taking down most targets without even breaking a sweat. even though she has to pull her scarf down low to hide the unnatural yellow glow of her eyes, the few benefits of the witcher mutation at least have helped her survive so far. 

but there are things she won’t do. she doesn’t have honor but she’s still held onto a few morals over the years. civilians are off-limits. she doesn’t steal or target people who have less than she does. if she can help it, she doesn’t attack enemies unarmed, but doesn’t hesitate to use the advantage of surprise. she kills but she tries not to murder. 

the use of poison operates in a grey area. it’s useful tool but she doesn’t do assassinations –– not even when the amount of gold at the bottom of the contract posters has her pausing. 

“ maybe if you’re scared of losing, ” she allows undiplomatically, tilting her head slightly to the side. though she’s used poison on her blades before, her targets aren’t usually unarmed and unsuspecting of her attack ; for the poison to even take effect, she needs to get a hit in first. maybe to others, it means little, but the small difference is one of the last scraps of her morals. her voice is a low gravel, scarf low over her forehead. “ i’ll stick to my blades. ”  

[dragunstone]

❛❛  maybe.  ❜❜  extending a welcoming smile, the princess looks back to ishtar with a curiosity she refrains from expressing when around her subjects. (never keeping a friend too long, whilst being shrouded with allies almost constantly. when will she evolve from this station?) a turn of gaze, almost robotically, she traces the city, looking to each of the buildings she was once familiar to. and now: they are but a blur, though that is what happens when dragonback becomes a main source of comfort for the princess.  ❛❛  and it depends: would you like to?  ❜❜ 

“is that an invitation, your grace?” the witch’s smile remains unperturbed as she gazes at the city below. “i have never been too fond of cities, but i suppose i cannot ignore this one’s beauty.” & as it is said, eyes raise from the landscape to land on rhaenyra.