ask-qetsiyah

[ask-qetsiyah]

I shall be revamping this blog tonight and then I will be returning this blog to full activity. 

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

Resurrection | Kol & Qetsiyah

Currently in the woods, the ritual had been set up, candles, herbs, a knife, Kol's body, and the boy she had used magic to incapacitate. Forcing herself to look toward Kol’s lifeless and partially burned body, vines visible, charred clothing, the smell of ash… her hands came to grip her midsection as if to hold herself together, tears falling, tears she hated herself for just as in this moment she hated him for making her care for him, she hated him for making her love when she had vowed never to love again after Silas. “Why did you have to be such an idiot? Why did you have to..” She stopped unwilling to allow herself to break though she did reach out to move a piece of hair from his darkened face. “You fool! You blasted, stupid fool!” She screamed at him. “Why did you have to make me care.. why did you have to make me love you so much if..” She cut off again, working to regain some level of composure. For this was not her, she did not express emotion like this, she did not let herself become so overcome like this.. and yet here she was, weakened by the same love that in it's own way had made her stronger. A contradiction which in their case made perfect sense.

Using a spelled knife she slit her arm allowing blood to both drip over Kol’s body and into his mouth as she began to chant, color draining from her, before she plunged the knife into the boy, him becoming fully alert the moment before his death. Blood began to drip from her nose and she grew weaker as even with this powerful dark magic a ritual of this magnitude held a toll. What seemed like a wind came through the air, a few branches breaking just after it and she gasped as something close to pain came over her before Kol’s body would begin to heal and his essence return to it, her stating one word before falling hard to the forest floor next to him, weakened from the ritual.

“Kol…”

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

♔ Favourite Cersei Lannister scenes: 9/10  Sometimes I wonder if this is the price, for what we’ve done, for our sins.

[ask-qetsiyah]

Ha. The people. You think I care.

You might find it difficult to rule over millions who want you dead.

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

I loved him and i still love him I love him.  requested by: Anon

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

[ask-qetsiyah]

Qetsiyah could not just see, no, she could sense his demeanor become calmer as if he was in fact an extension of herself. Strange was this bond that had formed between them, spawned out of the misgivings of a chaotic time of warring peoples and turbulent politics of which ruled their surroundings. She was the woman whom refused to stand by and be ruled by the society's claims over her and he the man whom refused to abide by society's laws. What a mighty pair they had been and yet when together they could so bluntly become each other's bane as they both changed around the other, a change they both resented for it made them weak and even caring toward the other and yet perhaps in reality they were not the each others bane but their salvation.  Two forces of which could not be prevented from colliding, the witch and the vampire, the one whom had been meant to restore balance and the abomination of it, two opposites that fit together perfectly.

"One day, perhaps not tomorrow or even the day after, they will discover whom I am..." She began, her eyes closing for a moment as his arms wrapped around her waist causing a feeling of warmth to rise through her of which caused an actual pause to her speech of which she held no control. "..something is coming, the omens I have seen..." She paused thoughts drifting from thoughts of the strange dreams of which had plagued her slumber since he had her brought back as if she had become somewhat distracted by him as she turned in his arms to face him and opened her eyes, her own arms resting on his, his voice filling the air. "...ah you do not play fair..." She mused quietly as he spoke, in reference to him distracting her through his gentle touch. "..that is all I ask, that we do this together. We are strong in our own right, and perhaps together we are foolish but.. we are also at our strongest." She spoke, conviction in her voice. 

---

  Qetsiyah’s soft lips brushed against his for a moment and his eyes remained closed even for several seconds after. She had a very calming and soothing affect on him and it was currently showing itself as he felt his muscles relaxing and his anger diminishing. She was, it would seem, the sanity to his madness. Which is why, when she mentioned revealing herself to his family, he instantly disagreed. “They want that cure.. And knowing there’s a witch alive who claims herself to be Qetsiyah won’t get you anything but killed,” he told her and his brows pulled together. “They won’t get it, even if they were to decide to believe you, I won’t let you risk it Qetsiyah, not yet.” He knew he didn’t own her, and the power she always exuded was a great reminder of that; but she was worth more to him than just using her as a means to expose the truth of Silas. Plus, his family was ruthless. If they wanted something they were going to get it, no matter the cost. “But you’re right,” he continued after a few moments of silence. “We will figure it out. I will try not to shut you out, I promise.” A faint smile appeared on his lips and he placed his hands on her slender waist before he loosely wrapped his arms around it and took a small step in closer. She had quite the hold on him, this witch.

[ask-qetsiyah]

Bonnie and Qetsiyah McCullough