irimelde

[irimelde]

you are lying to me. (yes i changed it bc i couldn't see him actually asking..)

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--- He knew her all too well. It pained her to have lied to him, he who she loved so dearly, who understood her the most. Yet truth seemed as if it might be more painful. How was she to tell him she had been considering a visit to elven lands, curiosity at last reaching her. Her mother's wanderlust was affecting her, as well as stories of the Greenwood, of the mountains, the sea.

She wanted to see these wonders for herself, and yet she was still undecided. So when her father had inquired after her thoughts, she'd told him very little, unwilling to share while she still was unsure. The world was vast and dangerous, and even though he was surrounded by his children, Esteliel knew there was a possibility he might worry for her.

"Goheno nin, ada . . ." She sighed, toying with her hair. An inherited tick of concentrated thought, focusing for a moment upon the strands around her finger. "I suppose I should know better than to hide from you, but I am wary to mention anything until I am sure. " soft courage found, she looked into his eyes with a sparkle in her own which requested understanding. Her hand reached out to his, grounding her thoughts and putting them into words.

"I have heard so many stories of the world out there, and I think at last some latent curiosity has left its mark upon me. I want to see something of it, but I am. . . uncertain. It might not be whatever it is I have imagined." A pause head tilted as she considered further. "As I so heavily lean upon your wisdom, I think perhaps I have been remiss not to have come to you sooner. What do you think?"

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HIS MOUTH TASTED LIKE ASH AND IRON UNBECOMING OF A MAN BEING OF HIS STATURE. FOLLY BE HIS DEALINGS IN ANCIENT LINES OF KINGS, AND SHIPS ADRIFT . . . however, all things happen as they must. PLANS ENACTED, AND HAVING BROUGHT HIM FURTHER FROM REVENGE. revenge that now parches his tacky throat, AND CLASPS SUCH TO THE DIRT. GRIME LADEN FACEAMUSED AS IT LOLLS WITHIN THE EARTH BELOW.

HE KNOWS SHE SEES. CAN SENSE IT IN HER EYES, EVEN AS THE TANG OF BLACKENED BLOOD MADE RED TO THE EYE, COATS HIS TASTE BUDS. something he had not anticipated. AND YET, WHETHER OR NOT SHE WOULD TELL HER FATHER NOW LIES ENTIRELY UPON HIS OWN SHOULDERS. A FATHER HE IS QUITE CONVINCED MUST FEEL SUCH COSMIC CONNECTION. resting upon whether or not he could pull her into his fray. YES, HE WISHES TO CONSUME HER. but is she willing? IF HE COULD PLANT ROOTS IN THOSE CLOSEST TO ADAR, --- THE MERE THOUGHT ALONE, IS TITILLATING. fills him to brim with darkened excitement, bred of his RELATION TO THE SHADOW.

hie eyes narrow, CONTINUING TO SMILE IN AMUSEMENT. "and why is that, then? because your father says so?" HE STUDIES HER, WETTING DIRTIED LIPS AGAIN. inhaling. "clearly i have yet to earn his trust. unless, -- this is what trust looks like, amongst the orcs." ACCENTED VOICE MUSES, bringing hand upward to rattle chain at his neck with bandaged hand. CLEARING HIS THROAT WITH A WIGGLE IN SEARCH OF COMFORT. "tell me. how am i to earn it without opportunity?"

His smile unnerves her, the unending feeling of being prey in the eyes of a hunter giving her the desire to run. Yet, she is rooted where she is, grateful for the chains which bind him, if only to give a false sense of security that if she walked away he would not be able to follow. Still beneath his gaze she felt stripped of what few armaments she possessed.

Teeth dug into the inside of her lip, trying to retain her ground she stood upon, the brightness of his flames too much for her comfort. She felt the urge to go forward to see if she could feel its warmth, to reach out and touch him. A scolding thought followed, and she clasped her hands together in front of her. "My father has nothing to do with it, though I trust his judgement concerning you. He is older, wiser, and familiar with the mazes of this world." She was grateful that her voice did not betray her inner turmoil. "But it is more than he, there are others who have taught me caution." and his very being seemed to scream for her need of it. Motherly words of carefulness whispering softly in her mind.

"As for you earning trust," she eyed the chains at his neck, wondering what it was he wanted. A being such as he chained seemed incongruent with what she could see. . . he could release himself if he wanted, could he not? "that is no decision of mine. Perhaps you shall earn it in humility? bending to its weight might do you good. If that is possible."

[irimelde]

Joanna Glenn, from her novel titled "All My Mothers," originally published in 2021

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Xu Yunuo, transl. by Herbert Batt, from "As the Sun Slides Down behind the Mountain,"

[irimelde]

you don’t trust me ? halbrand

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--- Fire and shadow licked in her mind, painting across his fair form an image which frightened her. The unseen world clung to his shape, ill fitted in the skin he wore, a writhing mass that she could not put into words. She looked at him head on, yet expressionless, wondering what it was that others saw. They talked to him as if he were a man--living, breathing flesh, with dying soul that soon would be spirited away forever. There was nothing dying in what she saw. Dimming, perhaps, his fire burned hotly, but the shadows wreathed him, making the fire flicker. There and yet not. Consumed and consuming.

And it desired to consume her. The darkness within the very core of her being sang in discordant melody, which had been her first sign of the wrongness within him. She hated the thoughts which came when he came near. The way her fingers tensed and curled with the desire to sink her nails into something, and how her tongue skimmed her teeth testing their sharpness. His very presence filled her lungs and threatened to drown her. Avoidance had been her best option.

Yet, she knew that even if she spoke of what she saw, his persona of utter mortality would make her be unbelieved. Well, some might, those she did indeed 'trust' and who trusted her, but most of all kinds seemed far too enamored to listen to her small voice. Like a pebble in a well, swallowed in ripples and echoes.

"You have done nothing to earn it." Her soft voice rolled out out, half whisper half sound. "What purpose would you have for my trust, when you have attained the trust of those most important? I have no purpose to you, and you have no purpose to me."

[irimelde]

i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ?

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---An accident had landed Esteliel here, a stray arrow which had missed a target, and bad timing on her behalf which had ended with the arrow in her shoulder. It could have been worse, much worse, and it hadn't been the Urukling's fault she'd happened by just at that moment. He had needed training, and had missed, as most children were capable of doing. Still too young to keep his hands steady for any extended period of time. It could have happened to anyone.

Deep breaths kept her steady as she waited for her father to arrive, having lain herself upon her bed to keep still. Relief was in her eyes and she offered a small, tense smile upon seeing him. All would be perfectly alright. Bravery was painted upon her face, a tranquility in spite of pain . . . though gritted teeth beneath her lips betrayed a little of the truth. Still she nodded once and did as her father required, and she pushed herself to sitting on one hand with no complaint. Heavy breath hissed through parted lips. One . . . two . . . three . . .

" I assume you've been informed what happened, ada. " she said, voice set at a level tone of moderation. " was the child at least able to get back to his lesson? " Mirrored eyes looked into his, seeking at least some comfort on the subject. There was more, though, a desire to establish that all was well. More still, there was a promise in her eyes. This had been her mistake, she would not repeat it.

[irimelde]

↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  a  collection  of  100+ question prompts .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )

you’re leaving ?

can you shut up ?

are you  [ name ] ?

who am i to you ?

why should i care ?

can i come inside ?

did i do something ?

you don’t trust me ?

can we make a deal ?

are you lying to me ?

are you free tonight ?

are we going to die ?

can i come with you ?

can we call it even ?

you stay here , okay ?

you think i’m stupid ?

can you stitch me up ?

are you doing alright ?

is that … my shirt ?

who takes care of you ?

have you seen yourself ?

what took you so long ?

can’t you see i’m busy ?

who do you think i am ?

why are you helping me ?

are you happy with him ?

are we having a moment ?

are you listening to me ?

how are you so arrogant ?

how did you afford this ?

what are you doing here ?

is this all in my head ?

why won’t you look at me ?

are you here to kill me ?

do you want some company ?

are you from around here ?

do you need to lie down ?

are we on the same page ?

why didn’t you defend me ?

are you sure you’re ready ?

where is this coming from ?

where were you last night ?

you wanted to talk to me ?

will you PLEASE be quiet ?!

what was i supposed to do ?

why do you look so guilty ?

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

why did you bring me here ?

are you looking for someone ?

since when does that matter ?

why do you put up with me ?

THIS is your breaking point ?

what can i say to fix this ?

do you think i deserve this ?

hey ,  hey ,  are you with me ?

why are you leaving so soon ?

what do you get out of this ?

[ name ] ,  what have you done ?

do you have a minute to talk ?

did you ever actually love me ?

do you need somewhere to stay ?

why don’t you ever listen to me ?

do you hear yourself right now ?

you knew & you didn’t tell me ?

do you want something to drink ?

when did you know you loved me ?

when was the last time you ate ?

what’s your favorite scary movie ?

do you want to get out of here ?

why is this so important to you ?

can i at least buy you a drink ?

how can you think this is funny ?

are you sure you’re up for this ?

are you trying to start something ?

what are we supposed to do now ?

can we at least try to be civil ?

why won’t you just leave me alone ?

are you thinking what i’m thinking ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

why can’t you just stay out of it ?

you’re not bailing on me , are you ?

how long have you been lying to me ?

can you keep your eyes open for me ?

how long have things been like this ?

why is this suddenly such a problem ?

what ,  am i supposed to be impressed ?

do you ever wish you could run away ?

you’re going to believe them over me ?

why are you looking at me like that ?

why can’t you just tell me the truth ?

why can’t you ever take responsibility ?

what can i do to make it up to you ?

can we put this whole thing behind us ?

i’m coming to get you , where are you ?

can you stay ? just for a little while ?

why won’t you let me be here for you ?

when are you going to forgive yourself ?

is that what your nightmares are about ?

what kind of person does this make me ?

where are we supposed to go from here ?

are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?!

why can’t we just talk like we used to ?

why do these things always happen to me ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ?

why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ?

why haven’t you been answering your phone ?

what was i supposed to do ,  let you die ?

can you just listen and do as i say for once ?

what do you mean ,  you’re not coming back ?

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

you’d tell me if something was wrong ,  right ?

where do you go when you space out like that ?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye ?

you’ll stand by my side no matter what ,  right ?

what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ?

i need you to sit up ,  can you do that for me ?

if you have nothing to hide ,  what’s the problem ?

you really don’t care about any of this ,  do you ?

can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ?

you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually ,  right ?

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MISC SENTENCE STARTERS WITH A DASH OF ANGST

❝ i can't even say he deceived me. i knew exactly what he was and i jumped in anyway. ❞

❝ i think eventually i got so used to the chaos and the pain and the toxicity i began to look for it. ❞

❝ i never got a chance to discover myself. i never had that privilege. ❞

❝ you can tell me anything. i mean i can't promise i'm good at keeping secrets, but i'm a hell of a listener. ❞

❝ no one wants to yearn anymore. ❞

❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

❝ can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. ❞

❝ i would say i don't know what's wrong with you but i actually do and that's the problem. ❞

❝ against my better judgement i trust you and i think that says a lot about the state of the world right now. ❞

❝ i don't actually care but i'm bored so i'm here. ❞

❝ last time i listened to you we almost died. ❞

❝ i would've come sooner. i would've been here if you'd only asked. ❞

❝ i don't want to hurt anymore. ❞

❝ you don't have to hurt anymore. you can let go of those burdens. ❞

❝ it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to. ❞

❝ i do need you. i wouldn't be here if i didn't. ❞

❝ sometimes you don't know it's wrong until it's too late. sometimes you don't know you're being hurt until you realize you're in pieces. ❞

❝ pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass. ❞

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞

❝ you shouldn't have said that. ❞

❝ sometimes i wish they had done something worse. then it'd justify how hard it's been to get over it. ❞

❝ i wish you actually understood me. ❞

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If they had a kid... feat. Adar & Aredhel - @uruuk

NAME: Irímeldë , desired beloved / Esteliel , daughter of hope

GENDER: female

GENERAL APPEARANCE: eyes of ice blue, with long waves of dark hair, she appears more elven upon first glance. but there is a paleness to her skin, more grey in tone, and her blood runs darker in her veins. resemblance to both of her parents are most obvious in her eyes and mouth--her father's eyes, a little sad, clever, yet holding a softness which is already too tired with the world; her mothers mouth, keen to laughter and slightly cockeyed.

PERSONALITY: slow to speak, but gentle, she is adventurous and strong willed. perceptive, and curious. she trusts slowly, but is both genuine and earnest, desiring to find exactly where she may belong in the world. she knows her parentage is seen with suspicion by both sides, for elves do not know whether to trust her, and uruk see her far too elven to call kin. still, she is compassionate, and seeks understanding for call whom she comes across. for her father's love has taught her that not all things are so divided into black or white.

SPECIAL TALENTS: she walks too closely the path amidst the unseen world, seeing specters in nights of cold reverie. from her mother she has learned osanwë, or the talent of minds, reading and speaking to them through thought and desire. she has also learned the skills of hunting and fighting, too beloved by both her parents to be ignorant in either. a skilled horsewoman, and favoring archery to the blade. ( if her brother is involved, she also has learned some enchantment, which she uses like him, to move about more freely. ) she is also well versed in poetry and various elven scholars and tacticians, compliments of her father's knowledge, and his quoting of it.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: favorites are for fools, and she would hide behind that sentiment. she loves both her parents dearly. after all, how can she choose when she has been so loved?

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: in many ways she is most like her father in her patience, extreme tolerance of certain things, and dedication to whatever she believes she must do. in others she is her mothers daughter, blunt and capable of passionate outbursts, stubborn to a fault at times. she too values her freedom, hearing stories from both her parents of the pitfalls of deception and captivity. from them both, however, she has learned a longing for 'home' . . . whatever that means.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: there is a darkness within her, which she hides from the world that only her father fully understands. in quiet moments all alone she can feel it gnawing at her spirit, and as a result she avoids killing if she can help it, afraid of that side of her. afraid of the bloodlust which haunts the uruk.

FACECLAIM: Synnove Karlsen