wil moving to @sanctos for now , we'll see how long this lasts :)
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if i move wil to my multi yall gotta swear to still interact w them even tho there's male / masc presenting characters on there
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wil is from dawn court btw
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GALADRIEL appreciation 01/∞
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It’s moo-nday! 🐮 Here’s a little angel-cow to start the week of right ♡
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head shakes at the lovely idea , not in rejection of it but in acknowledgement that such a peaceful world can never be. they can reach for it , bring things as close as feasibly possible , but a world with no stress will never be their world. that they try is close enough———humanity will always reach for that serenity , and that's reason enough to keep trying , at least in wilhelmina's eyes. a small hum emits from their chest , body rocking back and forth as they ruminate on their thoughts. ❛❛ that's a lovely goal to work towards———and very human. ❜❜ gentle smile blooms , barely a hint. ❛❛ i will note , though , that the things that have made me snap happened before , and actually have nothing to do with the hole in the sky. what i have endured is simply . . . part of life. ❜❜
a little sigh , wistful , carried away on the wind. ❛❛ i doubt you can do anything about that , but then again———anything is possible. nobody ever thought the sky would rip in half , so . . . ❜❜ another small smile , which bubbles up into a giggle with hypatia's words. wil imagines themself at their worst , and giggle becomes a laugh———they must look so small , so ridiculous. ❛❛ i promise you , its not scary. i'm not capable of being scary———well . . . ❜❜ head tilts , the magic in their veins warming their fingertips , a reminder that its there. ❛❛ i suppose with magic , i can be. but that's combat———when i get overwhelmed , i usually just . . . punch hay bales. i imagine it looks silly. ❜❜
at this point, hypatia sincerely comes to regret the way she snapped earlier, and the harsh way she handled wil and their genuine concern. talking to them, hypatia recognizes a great deal of pain in their voice — a selfless reminder that she's not the only one going through a struggle right now. everyone is. wil is fighting demons hypatia will never know about, and though she can infer a bit from the elf's soft words (personally, i tend to snap, wil says, and hypatia's eyes go wide at their confession), she might never know the grief they've gone through or the death they've witnessed. that's part of this herald thing, this inquisitor thing — it's good to recognize the pain of all and protect it. she cannot be stuck grieving her own world when so many are grieving theirs. this helps. wil helps.
"i'm trying to get this world back to a place where you don't have to snap." hypatia grips the rock beneath her and lets her eyes dance over @eraisa's face. "where you don't have to stress. no hole in the sky, just... just your usual life, all the farming you do. peace. that's all i want — for you and for everyone in thedas. i didn't ask for this mark, but the most holy must have given it to me for a good reason." her hand, palmed against the rock, glows a bit in response. "and if it's all the same to you, wil," she goes on, now smirking a bit, trying to be humorous and make the elf smile, "i'd rather not see you snap. bet you're scary. no thanks. let me know if you do, so i can start running."
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now they are brighter than ever , the love for their farm shining bright as the sunlight in their eyes. wil is on their feet in a moment , eager , smoothing out white skirt as it flows around them like water. a hand reaches for sarastus' , palm up , fingers outstretched———beckoning her to come along. ❛❛ that's a good idea———its the peak of the spring season , so much has progressed. ❜❜
but where to start ? eyes scan the farm around them , creating a list in their head. last time saras visited , the chickens were laying , flower seeds were just being buried in the dirt , and the leaves were beginning to return to the trees. all of it is different now———peeping chicks , budding flowers , a forest in full bloom , leaves thick enough to create a ceiling over the pathway. their focus settles on the flowers———of course. ❛❛ i think we should start with the flowers. they were just being planted when last you visited , remember ? the peonies are in full bloom now , its beautiful. and the forest———oh ! ❜❜ here they gasp , endeared: as though something radient has blossomed in their chest. ❛❛ the wild daisies are very plentiful this year , they practically line the forest pathways , you'll love it———come on ! and then i have the new chicks to show you , a new baby goat . . . ❜❜ / @sarastuss
IT IS THE SMALL MOMENTS LIKE THESE, THAT SHOULD BE TREASURED, : &. WITH ALL HER HEART, SHE DOES! it is easy to take such things for granted, when one can live forever, when one is able to choose at when to flow into the aetherial sea. ... 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐌? it was easy to say she, very much like her predecessor, were different. ( THE VERY REASON THE TITLE OF AZEM SHOULD FALL UPON THEM. ) ❝ i doubt that as well. ❞ &. SHE AS HER DUTY HAS TRAVELED FAR BEYOND MANY REALMS ... she believes she would have crossed paths with such person. not even she, nor her colleagues can withstand everything alone, 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓.
( countless times had she used her ability to summon, to call upon her friends, who always answered. ) she only hoped wil would feel this way too ... for should she call, sarastus would answer. NO MATTER HER STRUGGLE!
BUT CLOUDS ARE ALLOWED TO PASS, : THE SUN'S RADIANCE FULLY VISIBLE. every darkened thought cast away, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. radiant gaze follows their figure, smile stretching just a bit further, ... ❝ you're correct, we must be due for a different topic. ❞ AN ANGELIC LAUGH OF HER OWN, azem's cloak settles smoothly as she stands up.
❝ how about you show me around the farm? i would love to see how everything has progressed. it has been quite some time after my last visit, after all. ❞
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a quiet giggle , blown away on the breeze , practically echoing around them. wil extends a dainty hand to motion to the feast before them , eyes shining at the other's reaction. ❛❛ by all means , eat. i do intend to join you———i just don't want to be the one to cut into the cake first. i'm hopeless. ❜❜ hopeless in every aspect , really: they hadn't chosen or baked the cake , either. they'd simply carried it , and now even the first slice is left up to lucien. ever too careful of doing something wrong , not even a simple cake is exempt from their anxieties. at least they managed to bring his favorite.
their own focus drifts to the various fruits accompanying their treats. they retrieve a small bundle of raspberries , putting some on the tips of their fingers to eat off of them. their favorite. ❛❛ scars are nothing to be ashamed of , you know , no one needs to cover them with clothing. ❜❜ one raspberry , two , three . . . before they're reaching for a bunch of grapes , instead. after biting one in half , their tone becomes almost scolding. ❛❛ and mental scars are the furthest thing from lucky. they're terribly damaging. i would much rather have a physical scar than . . . many memories. the ideal is not to have any reminders of peril whatsoever———but nobody is so lucky , are they ? ❜❜
he's not quite sure how they even got on the topic — parents, families. it was a tough spot for lucien. his mother loved him. his fathers and brothers? not so much. he left their court to go to another, a place where he thought he'd spend the rest of his days. and then amarantha. and then feyre. it seemed the spring court was no place for him either, nor the night court. where was he supposed to go? we all have scars. their soft voice makes him chuckle as tanned fingers raise to run over his own, clear on his face. “ yes, but most people are lucky to escape with mental scars rather than physical ones. and even then, most get to cover theirs with clothing. ” he used to be pretty self conscious about the whole thing, but once people learned who gave him the scar, they congratulated him. funny.
his metal eye whirs as he looks down at the array before him, choosing to focus his attention on the rather delicious looking strawberry cake @eraisa brought. “ how did you know strawberry was my favorite? ” he asks, looking up at them and scrunching his nose. “ very kind of you. thank you. now, shall we? i didn't invite you out here just for you to watch me eat, you know. ”
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❛❛ a mountain rose . . . ❜❜ tone is almost dreamy as thoughts envision the thing; beautiful petals rising from betwixt mountain rock , resilitant and determined , reaching in hopes that the sunlight will offer a warm kiss , encouraging little blades of grass to do the same. like a poem———so often , the very world around them is just as poetry describes , lovely and unexpected.
not a terrible metaphor for humanity , they think. growing against all odds———despite all suffering and terrible things. they'd lost sight of things like flowers , during their own suffering. remembering them now is a lightness , a freedom in their chest. they pet a hand over the grass beneath them , offer another small smile. ❛❛ that sounds very lovely. perhaps i'll see this rose , someday. ❜❜ briefly , they consider going over every type of flower they know that lawrence may not have seen———but this would take several hours , they realize , and would likely become boring even for them. and they could grow each and every one here in their palm , but then they would exhaust their magic , be near ready for bed in the middle of the afternoon. that won't do. not for them , and not for a farm.
a gentle hum , their hands returning to their lap: only to fidget there as well , fingers twiddling. ❛❛ i don't mind a bit of preaching , by the way , as long its civil , and from the heart. ❜❜ loving one's patron and preaching about them are two very different things , they've come to understand. one is lovelier , kinder than the other. but the negative effects of zealots has before brought itself to their very doorstep———so there's a faint nervousness about them , but a welcoming as well. ❛❛ i'm sure it will only be a matter of time until i'm speaking about my———mm . . . my god , technically , but i say mother. such relationships can become a big part of one's life , hm ? so by all means , don't prevent yourself from speaking of ilmater. ❜❜
ah, there it is. the common ground on which they both stand, a mutual thread of familial strife connecting them, and something that gives way to better understanding. rejection by your own blood marks one like nothing else. that is something lawrence is no stranger to — tormented in his youth, scorned for the scar upon his face, nearly slayed by his own father. it is not difficult for him to feel, on some level, like the two of them have kindred spirits in this regard.
"it is a shame you did not find the same love and acceptance amongst your own flesh and blood. i know family often has a way of ... disappointing us." his words take on a somber tone, soon eclipsed by another smile. "i suppose that makes the family we choose all the dearer to us."
lawrence watches them look away, as if to another, and his undamaged eye narrows slightly, not scrutinizing but curious. he is certain he has been regarded in such a way many times before, with Ilmater's tendency to murmur in his ear. communing with nature, perhaps? he isn't sure. "then i will do well not to preach at you," lawrence laughs gently, his smile edged with a blood-colored sadness. "but please, let me put your heart at ease. great as the suffering may be, it will never prevail against the unconquerable spirits of those who oppose it."
shaking his head then, his hand stretches to accept the small, yellow flower, one he does not recognize. "there's only one i know of. a rose that grows in the mountains, of all places. like the people of greyridge, it is quite stubborn, and very difficult to subdue."
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WE UP
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it appears wil is next for catch-up time FLKHJSDHFSJ
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Li Po, tr. by Sam Hamill, "The Birds Have Vanished"
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their companion's words bring wil back in time , back to when they were fighting and felt that they were alone ——— surrounded by those they still call friends , but crying interally , wilting without notice. sometimes they still wonder how these friends let so many petals fall from them. how nobody ever noticed they were withering until someone else took them away , watered and nutured them back to life. until a god herself reached out and took wil into her arms. they shouldn't have felt that alone in a group. they shouldn't have felt that alone at all ——— they understand that now. and yet: they can't bear to hold their friends to hard feelings. they're too bonded , been through too much together for wil to disregard it in defense of their sadness.
anyways , there are other friends to be made , friends who will see them. friends like sarastus , who brings an extra beam of sunlight to the farm with every visit , who seems to understand them better than anyone has. ❛❛ i don't think such a person exists , who is strong enough to fight on their own. if they do , they're certainly not me. ❜❜ a quiet giggle , and wil pats the hand their's rests atop of before pulling it away , looking ready to spring to their feet. ❛❛ now then ——— what would you like to do today ? besides sit here and talk about the burdens of life , that is. i feel like im being a very gloomy host. ❜❜
THE REFUSAL IS SPOKEN WITH CARE, : THE JESTING MANNER CURLING DARKLY PAINTED LIPS EVEN MORE. she knows this tactic : 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, such a warm &. radiant one, that it is bound to distract from every worrying thought. ... but now that she is on the other side, IT IS THE GOLDEN HEART, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 that aches to help.
GENTLY IS THE TOUCH OF THEIR HAND, : AS IT LANDS UPON SARASTUS' OWN, ❝ well, as your friend, please know that i will always be there for you. ❞ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 : &. NEVER HAS AZEM BROKEN HER WORD! ... azem's duty is to travel, to discover : but distance would do no difference, when the bond is true, nothing can affect it. &. she had made sure to do frequent drops to them, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, the weight atop wil's shoulder is not an easy feat, after all.
❝ i understand. ❞ HONESTY IN HONEYED TUNE, ❝ and i am honored that you share such a feeling with me. ❞ a pause, she feels a warm sentiment within : A LESSON SHE WAS TOLD BY HER PREDECESSOR. ❝ not even the strongest need to fight alone. ❞
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family of the heart. the phrase makes their smile grow into something sweetly delighted ——— catalogued in their mind to use from now on , the most perfect description of their family they've heard to date. ❛❛ indeed ——— i like the way you refered to them. family of the heart. they've certainly been better family to me than most of my blood. ❜❜ most , they think with a dull ache in their heart , but not all. their true mother was kind , and her ancestors cannot be spoken for ——— but wil has always settled with the thought that they must have been kind , being druids.
though wilhelmina's eyes trail away from him , ever too shy to hold a gaze for very long , their attention is unbroken: nodding as he speaks , a brow quirked at the mention of his god. wil doesn't know much about ilmater. but they feel isedora's presence as though she was suddenly hovering behind ——— curious , peering at lawrence and whispering in wil's head. admirable. but all's suffering should not be placed on just one. as though being spoken to aloud , wil's head turns in the mother's direction , brows furrowed curiously. they're not quite sure what she means. they'll have to do some reading , later.
for now , they turn their attention back to lawrence , curiosity now sparking in their own eyes. ❛❛ i see. i'm afraid i don't know much about ilmater ——— i cannot say i'm very keen about suffering on the horizon , though. there's been quite enough of that. ❜❜ smiling in a smaller , softer way , they grow a daffodil now , and hand it over to him. ❛❛ there aren't flowers in greyridge ? ❜❜
he leans in, pulled closer by curiosity as verdant magic weaves between their fingers. lawrence's brow lifts, smile growing, clearly delighted by the display of magic. "ah, a ... daisy?" he asks, bringing it to his nose so he can smell it. greyridge is a brutal landscape, battered by ferocious winds for most of the year, so only the most robust of foliage can grow. "i don't know the names very well. so few flowers grow where i am from," lawrence says, smiling sheepishly.
his gaze returns to wil, nodding along at their words. he cannot help but reflect the look of contentment in their expression, the way their eyes shine with love. he can see they care for their people very dearly, and that the home they've found here is a source of love and pride. it warms him inside, that flame of hope ever-burning in his chest and fueled by things like this — good things and good people. "it is a beautiful thing to find family of the heart, those who are kin by choice rather than by blood."
he is, of course, a stranger in their land. some level of scrutiny is to be expected. "i hail from a place called greyridge. it's a very small kingdom, way in the north. as for my journey, i cannot say as i cannot foresee its end." his expression shifts, sobering at the thought of what his future holds. "i fear a great deal of suffering is on the horizon. Ilmater has called me to freely share His blessings with those afflicted, and to help them through their plight. so, i follow where He leads me."
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