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dorian is better than that

We all know that Dorian have always been too polite to decline all the ladies who would curtsy at him, slash ask him for a dance. But I have this headcanon that, once upon a time, there was a lady that Dorian himself had asked to the dance. And it wasn’t even that romantic. 

From that “small, insignificant port city” called Meah, a lady by the name Hymn came to the castle with her older brother, Elflock. They hail from the line of Oilenger and owns half the island. Their family played a big role in the economy of Adarlan, and her parents were particularly friendly to the king.

But the trip of these two Oilengers weren’t of important business. It was all because of Hymn’s wish to see one thing: snow. It hardly ever snowed in Meah. Or to say that it never snowed in Meah is closer to truth. Some say the siblings weren’t that beautiful; but that statement would be met by people countering that it was only because they dressed poorly. Some say the older brother embarked in the journey to look for a wife, though no one could pinpoint who exactly stated that as a fact. 

Well, that is what Dorian heard, and has been hearing for a while. 

“It’s the younger sister’s first time to be here!”, said the queen. “It’s just proper for you to greet and lead them to the great hall. And give your warmest gratitude as I am sure they would be worn out from all the traveling.” 

I wouldn’t bother too much just to see snow, he thought. But he bit down any protest and just nodded. 

Besides, a part of him was curious about these two. His father has never been esteeming with this . . . energy. He couldn’t describe whether it was excitement or joy or simple pleased. And the amount of work, too. 

The ruckus created by their arrival can compete with the rushing that happens in the castle when his brother, Hollin, would come back from a short trip. The great hall was decorated impeccably by flowers of different assortments. He knew about the countless planning done in the kitchens to cater to the taste of these “salt-tasting tongues” from Meah. The stables were arranged with the finest horses as the Lord Elflock (he was made Lord not long ago) had horse reins for hands. But above all, it was the smile plastered on his father’s face that was new to him, so similar to what his mother would be wearing at court. 

Right before lunch, judging by the footsteps of people hurriedly going about their duties, he knew they had arrived. And it was time for him to meet them. Tugging at his fine suit, he tried not to peek at the brooch pinned on his left chest. His mother insisted he wore the little trinket made of shells to show his welcome to the lord and lady. What made him feel like a fool was the fact that it was made of shells. Surely, the siblings have seen enough shells as much as he’d seen snow. A flower that only bloomed in Adarlan would have been a good replacement. 

Still, he wore a warm smile as he neared the arch leading to the mouth of the great hall. As the procession of maids, guards, whatnot finally reached the top steps, he wondered to himself, “Where are the lord and lady?”

Searching for the two siblings (though he didn’t know who to look for), somebody cleared their throat and a hand extended from a tanned arm. Looking up, he saw a man standing at more than a foot his height. He was tan. Very tan. Not the usual warm mocha tint but the rich caramel tan that one could only get from spending days under the sun. 

“Prince, it’s been a while,” said Lord Elflock. So many things flew through his mind. What does he mean by “It’s been a while” when they barely met when they were five? How could this tall man be his age? Nobody has ever shook his arm during their first meeting (though technically it was the second); most bowed at him. And the smell. Oh, the smell. It was as if he were standing right by the sea. And the port. The smell of seafood and clams and fishes were unmistakable. 

But above all, he noticed how poorly dressed he was. His short is cut short but a long braid was peeking from his back. He was wearing a tunic though it was thin and cut at the shoulders. And the lady beside him . . .

“Lord Elflock. Pleased to have you here. Finally.” Well-rehearsed. “And you, Lady Hymn.” He extended his arm towards the lady after shaking hands with Lord Elflock.

“My pleasure,” she said in a strong voice. Loud, even, which was contrary to how she looked. Her face was very much the same as her brother: big, black eyes, small nose, small lips but a strong jaw. She shared the tan complexion. And the smell, too. 

They could’ve bothered with wearing a cologne, he thought. But this quick judgment would soon turn into dust as he got to know them more and find that the warmth in their stature was so natural because it came from within. 

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i just lost my 34-day streak in duolingo. mourn with me now, mourn for me tomorrow

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please

you don't tire me

but please don't abuse that

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acc

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he's got a point,

"House gods," Percy said. "Like . . . smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?"

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kodaline

it's easier to love when the world doesn't hate you

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Aedion never said that nor was it signified through the series . . .

Galathynius Family Guide (the ones alive)

Aelin “I’m an awesome queen/ ex-(part-time)assassin” Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Rowan “I’m a predator who likes body oil” Whitethorn Galathynius

Aedion “I’d bed my cousin if she asked me to” Ashryver

Galan “What the hell is going on” Ashryver

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benhur

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yall ever have to google a question so dumb that u gotta go into incognito mode

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Chance

Chance is defined in music. Like how a set of stone can be dropped twice but the sound will never be the same.

So how about chance is the strum of the guitar when a track starts. How the identity of that 4-minute song is already forming a sequence of words.

It is the sub-conciousness playing. You are singing but it doesn't seem like that because, in your mind, it's a reflex but more than that.

Or the beat of the drums, knowing when it enters and the counts matters but there is no need to say 1, 2, 3.

And that's when you know you've found an atom of music, nothing would sound like.

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Frank is a . . . uhm?

Frank flinched. "I should?"

"A son of Ares stood here!" Hedge cried indignantly.

"I'm Roman . . . so Mars, actually."

"Whatever! Famous spot in the American Civil War!"

"I'm Canadian, actually."

"Whatever! . . ."

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Ares is in need of a pen. Send help. A.S.A.P.

"You're the augur?" the god interrupted.

"Y-yes, my lord."

Mars pulled out a scroll from his utility belt. "Anyone got a pen?"

The legionnaires stared at him.

Mars sighed. "Two hundred Romans, and no one's got a pen? Never mind!"

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"Pain is only what you allow it to be."

- from somewhere i completely forgot

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"The only limit for tomorrow is doubting today."

-henri

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(!)Legitimate(!)

"I, uh, I opened a book. Something which has - in all my years on this planet - never been dangerous."

from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

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"In war, truth is the first casualty."

from Eye In the Sky

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Dumbledeeboodobee

But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the chocolate frogs.