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crystalblighted​:

FOR  A  MOMENT  ,  the  young  song  teller  says  nothing  ⸻  he  merely  sits  by  adonia’s  side  ,  shifting  the  blades  of  green  grass  ‘neath  his  leather  boots  gently  in  contemplation  .  if  there’s  anyone  who  probably  feels  lonely  ,  it’s  adonia  ,  who  looks  as  though  he’s  a  far  ways  from  home  ⸻  both  similar  to  him  and  yet  different  enough  for  him  to  know  they  are  not  the  same  .  kylan  cannot  help  but  feel  a  tender  admiration  for  the  other  ;  and  finds  himself  wondering  what  is  more  torturous  :  to  be  so  alone  ,  or  to  be  surrounded  by  people  who  don’t  want  him  around  to  begin  with  ?  both  feel  equally  empty  .

❝   we  should  run  away  ,  you  and  i  ,   ❞  comes  the  sudden  declaration  as  he  lifts  himself  to  his  feet  ,  looking  out  towards  the  direction  in  which  the  black  river  flows  ,  no  doubt  leading  all  the  way  to  the  silver  sea  eventually  .  not  that  he  wishes  to  be  a  coward  ,  but  he’s  not  sure  sami  thicket  is  where  he  belongs  to  begin  with  ,  and  having  one  other  person  he  can  trust  doesn’t  seem  entirely  unappealing  .  ❝   the  people  you  knew  …  whatever  happened  to  them  ?  can  you  not  find  them  ?   ❞

Ah, they are but two sides of the same coin. Adonia is not alone, not entirely. He can return to a place that is not his, but where he belongs. Where he should belong. To the fey and to his lover. It would not be too troublesome to bring this man along. But he knows not to make the same mistake twice.

“I did promise I would stay by your side, Kylan. However, there is always a price to pay if you run. From home, from yourself. From whatever it is. There is always, always a price.”

A slight shift in his tone, and Adonia seems to show his age. Old, old and tired. That smile seems to come with the burden of knowledge, of the burden of his actions. His head tilts upwards to follow his friend, and he almost looks... sad.

“I suppose it has been to long. As long-lived as we are, when I returned... there was nothing but trees. It is as if it has vanished entirely. I can only hope they have found somewhere else to live, and that a dark fate did not befall such a peaceful place. 

... I was supposed to be with them, you know. Lead them towards a better future. But it was too much, so I ran. I ran, following the promise of love. I ran, wanting to forget. And I did. For too long, magic helped me not remember. At my core, I am a coward.”

He lets out a small laugh, but it seems defeated more than anything else. A secret that he shares, a secret that might not change anything.

“I believe they are gone, and resting somewhere. That they have found peace. This is my most sincere wish, as I have no way to turn back the hands of time and see for myself. There are times to run, and there are times when you need to stand up and fight. I will accompany you, my friend. But you must face everything head on. You shall not be alone, but you must know when to stay. 

Our own legs can only carry us so far. I could bring you with me, away from this place. But there will be a time - there is always a time - when you will come to regret not doing more.”

Adonia reaches up, and holds the gelfling’s hand gently with his own. It seems so small and delicate. This man is anything but, and he is aware. He runs his index finger through the palm of Kylan’s hand, and a small magnolia flower seems to bloom from there. A reminder, and a promise. 

“You are free to ignore this old man’s ramblings about running, of course. But if you choose to stay...  Whatever hardships you face, I will share them with you.“ 

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“my old self, wrapped round me / was shroud”

— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “The Walls Do Not Fall″

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@theircurse

Well, this was certainly different! The dirt roads have been replaced by things Adonia cannot quite understand, and with that comes the curiosity that resides within all of us. The tall buildings, the mysterious wheeled boxes. How buildings spiraled up and up, to the point that it was dizzying to look upon. He kept to the safe side of the streets, ignoring the glances he attracted. The Feywild connected to everywhere, and time was not a constraint either. Past, present and future were merged under the weight and purity of magic. So it was not unlikely that Adonia would find himself in a place where he should not be, when he should not be. Perhaps this is simply how the clock ticks in this world, setting itself apart with strange magicks. Perhaps this normalcy would be found elsewhere, under different circumstances.  

These were things to be understood and accepted, not questioned. Curious gaze follows a shop selling weirdly crafted clothes, and then to the people around him. Elves like him were certainly not present, were they… 

Since the adults were too evasive and decided not to pay this extremely tall man with odd eyes and even odder hair, his approach should be changed. It would be simple enough to return home, but then what would become of his many questions? Adonia fights to not let them simply drift away in the wind, and approaches a small child. There is an obvious mental note to the weirdness of their clothes, and that unconsciously brings a smile to the man’s face. Figuring it would be uncomfortable for them to look up for so long, he crouches right next to Yumeno. His tone is amicable, and he makes sure to display to them that he means no harm. 

“Excuse me. Would you perhaps know where we are? I am quite lost, you see! I could do with a--what do you call it again-- a tour guide!” 

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spiritmaiden​:

“Huh? A cold? Me?” She brings a hand to her flushed face, the back of it felt warmer than usual, and while she knew the assumption to be true she instead shrugs it off with a laugh.

“No way, that can’t be true! You’re just imaging things. I don’t get sick that often. Guess the warm weather made my face just a tiny bit red. Trust me, I’m fine! Now, what sort of help did you say you needed again?” 

“Someone once told me stupid people don’t get sick, you know. So it is surprising to me that you look like you are about to fall over.”

Ran’s tone is more threatening than joking, but it is very obvious that he does not mean it. A part of him does want to just drag this very foolish woman to bed and just make sure she gets some rest, but he is fully aware of how similar they are when they get like this. 

Fake it until you make yourself believe your lies are the truth so you don’t worry others. So it is way better for others.

“I was going to ask something, but it is not important. Do you really need me to carry you to bed? You are an adult, or do you want me to embarrass you in front of other people that much? 

If you want to lie so much, at least prop yourself against a wall or something. So?”

He is concerned, that much is clear. He extends one hand, offering a more amicable way back to her chambers. It’s either that or he is picking Zelda off the ground. One of the two. And she cannot say no.

“Or you could stop trying to lie to me out of all people and get some rest.”

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olympian aesthetics. tagged by: @sunblights! tagging: whoever wants to do this!

Picking Adonia for this one.

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger. APOLLO:  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account. ARES:  armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath. ARTEMIS:  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling. ATHENA:  discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes. DEMETER:  soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air. DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause. HEPHAESTUS:  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles. HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold. HERMES: devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers. POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin lute, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow. ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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by erurich @ skeb

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@aaternum​:  ❛ You didn’t ask. So how am I to blame? ❜

From here: [x]

“You could have used that big head of yours to figure it out before jumping in front of me to protect me. I do not need this kind of stuff. I am more than capable of protecting myself on my own.”

Equinox’s words are harsh, but it is impossible to not notice the poorly concealed concern. It is also very obvious how he did not expect Ryu to simply throw herself in front of an enemy to take a blow meant for him. Being surrounded and outnumbered was nothing new, but to have to look out for someone else was. Nox was accustomed to doing things alone, and it was easier than protecting someone. 

His expression is a mix of concern and anger… and something else. Something that he probably does not quite know how to describe, himself.

“I’ve lived long enough to know there are battles I should not take. Don’t be reckless. Next time you might not be so lucky. Now sit down.”

He wastes absolutely no time in pushing Ryu back down onto the ground, kneeling next to her with an expression that made clear how pissed he was. Instead of scolding her further, he raises both of his hands. Now his annoyance is not directed at her, but at himself. Magic is difficult. It is impossible. It was not like that before, but now even something that was so simple is another grueling ordeal. Nox figures out where the bleeding is more intense, and concentrates on that spot. His hands light up, warm and nothing like him. A horrible reminder of what he once was. But it is enough to stop the bleeding and close the wound, as much as he concentrates and seems almost in pain. The threads of magic do not seem to exist, so Equinox turns to himself. Uses a fragment of his own long life to prolong hers. 

“It should be enough for now… but not enough for you to go around running like a maniac like that again. I’ll be fine. You go see a doctor after this, or someone who can take care of you. Whatever you and your people do.

... Just do not do this again. I know you meant well, but having you be ready to fight is better than watching you bleed to death on the floor. Stupid idiot.”

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Smells like... fish, stubbornness and a good friend...!!

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World Destroyer.

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* sarah j. mass's book prompts.

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

❛ We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ❜

❛ Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy. ❜

❛ Pity those who don’t feel anything at all. ❜

❛ You look … better than before. ❜

❛ Was that a compliment? ❜

❛ We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ❜

❛ Well, good-bye for now. ❜

❛ Do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜

❛ Do you ever stop being such a prick? ❜

❛ I would have been gentle with you, though.. ❜

❛ When you healed my arm…You didn’t need to bargain with me. ❜

❛ You could have demanded every single week of the year. ❜

❛ It wasn’t entirely a question, but I needed the answer. ❜

❛ You can leave if you’re just going to insult me. ❜

❛ I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him. ❜

❛ That damned bitch is running me ragged. ❜

❛ I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.. ❜

❛ I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. ❜

❛ So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn. ❜

❛ I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it. ❜

❛ I doubt you’ll be saying that when I take you to the Night Court. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell me this would happen. ❜

❛ You didn’t ask. So how am I to blame? ❜

❛ I’d want someone to hold my hand until the end. ❜

A COURT OF MIST AND FURY

❛ To the people who look at the stars and wish. ❜

❛ To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered. ❜

❛ I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us. ❜

❛ I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. ❜

❛ I was a survivor, and I was strong. ❜

❛ I would not, could not be broken. Tamed. ❜

❛ There are good days and hard days for me—even now. ❜

❛ Don’t let the hard days win. ❜

❛ My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant. ❜

❛ No one was my master— but I might be master of everything. ❜

❛ There are different kinds of darkness. ❜

❛ It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. ❜

❛ There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes. ❜

❛ I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you. ❜

❛ I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. ❜

❛ My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds. ❜

❛ I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before. ❜

❛ I rarely went outside at night—usually, I was so tired from hunting. ❜

❛ I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. ❜

❛ I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all. ❜

❛ I knew you could take care of yourself. ❜

❛ I would have torn apart the world to get you back.. ❜

❛ I’m thinking that I want you so badly I can’t concentrate. ❜

❛ Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good. ❜

A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN

❛ Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you. ❜

❛ It’s a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it. ❜

❛ Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged. ❜

❛ I believe everything happens for a reason. ❜

❛ My own power would have consumed me long ago. ❜

❛ I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to…  ❜

❛ Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal. ❜

❛ What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. ❜

❛ I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. ❜

❛ You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. ❜

❛ When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds. ❜

❛ We’re all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see. ❜

❛ A thousand years. ❜

❛ One life may change the world. ❜

❛ Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. ❜

❛ My goal was bigger than revenge. ❜

❛ My purpose greater than personal retribution. ❜

❛ Words had become as foreign and hard to reach as the stars.. ❜

❛ We don’t have the luxury of good ideas—only picking between the bad ones. ❜

❛ I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together. ❜

❛ Because I can’t stay away. ❜

❛ Leave this world… a better place than how you found it. ❜

❛ I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative. ❜

❛ I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin. ❜

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@frostchild:   She rubbed her neck and stretched. Would she ever get used to the feeling of entering the realm? Rivah was not sure. “There is no comfortable way to enter, is it?” A laugh escaped her lips. “I am not the youngest anymore, do you know. Anyway, I have the magical trinket you inquired about. You might want to check it beforehand, though. I could not make much sense of it myself.”

“Ah, Miss Dimitrievna! I am sorry, next time I should maybe pick you up instead of entering through ‘less traveled’ means.”

Adonia sounds entirely amused, and perhaps he should find a way to make it easier for her to traverse to the Feywild. But the mischievous part of him enjoyed this little dance, this much unusual exchange between them. 

“Certainly my kids would not mind fetching you when needed, provided you can entertain them a bit. They have grown quite fond of you, more so now that... they are aware of your current condition.”

They would not be ruthless to her, of course. But to have someone that they could play and could forget about how fragile people were for a bit was a bonus. They would never go too far, of course. They fear their parents way too much. His smile widens as he extends his hands, waiting for the delivery.

Which is vaguely unsettling, considering exactly what he is talking about. But he had always been a strange man.

“That would be completely fine. It is not for myself, anyway. I will have to find something appropriate to compensate for your trouble, of course! I feel like exchanging trinkets for vials of poisons is getting old, and it is something that I have offered to you too many times... unless you still find a use for them! I care not how you use it. I simply offer you the means.”

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Inside of you is an earthquake. And it is also outside of you. You are not sure if you are the epicenter.

Nadia Owusu, Aftershocks (via smokefalls)

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hanoikari​:

❝ being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain. ❞   @againthemartyr​​​ ( nier )   //   more prompts for your feels

❛   𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑,   𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑   𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜   𝚊   𝚕𝚘𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.   ❜   kainé   says.   shifting   her   weight   to   one   hip,   she   turned   her   gaze   away,   trying   not   to   scoff   at   him   too   hard.   this   was   coming   from   a   place   of   care   (   or   something   along   the   lines   of   it   ).   she   knew   this.   but   still,   it   didn’t   stop   her   from   wishing   he’d   shut   the   hell   up.   ❛   𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜,   𝚖𝚢   𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜   𝚐𝚘𝚝   𝚖𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚏𝚊𝚛.   ❜

   …   𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬…   𝐨𝐫   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥   𝐢𝐭   𝐢𝐬   𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚    𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨   𝐬𝐚𝐲.

Nier is not unaware of how kindness hurts, or how kindness seems to burn your skin sometimes. This is how Kainé acts, and he does not hold it against her. He never will hold it against her. He does wish she would listen, sometimes. The smile he lets out is somewhere between understanding and awkward, not budging. Not backing down. She probably knows it, too. 

“But it is not that wrong to ask for help sometimes, is it? You know I have your back. Emil would agree, too. Even Weiss. Though he might not agree with me on this one.”

His words mean to comfort, to cross the gap between them. The one Kainé puts up, the one Nier can only stand and look. If she was mad at him, she would do more than to simply stand there. That is how she always was, and this is also a side of Kainé he admires. Despite his tired expression, he smiles. There is much on his mind, and he could benefit from taking his own advice. 

They both know he will not. It is much easier to offer a helping hand than to accept it, easier to turn a blind eye to the myriad of wounds that reside deep within his soul. Nier hides the ugliness behind it, behind his incessant desire to move forward. Neither of them can afford to stop. And she is human. Kainé is human. Of course he wants to help her.

“But I still mean what I said, Kainé.”