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DO YOU EVER WONDER what would have changed if we made it out together? do you think we could make a difference? do you think we could change the world? i’m not mad, eli, i know you did all you could. you don’t know it yet but you’re a good man, now. i think you can change the world without me…  // @lyriumfound

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week one of my entertainment design course. staring off with character design for @necrophililac ‘s half elf mage marehra. (ft some closeups)

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slav squats on Eli’s shoulders…. look its his bby sister // @lyriumfound

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*wo de kuai le shi ni*

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                          it pulls at him, he wishes there was something he could do but already, there are people wanting him head already and he’s surprised they aren’t bashing down the door (perhaps they had the decent respect to let him say goodbye in peace… but he doubted it, very much so). she is scared, and after last night she knows she isn’t safe anymore; it breaks his heart knowing there’s little he can do other than pray he can come back before they continue what they started, ‘and i need you to be careful while i’m gone, alright? there isn’t anything i can do to stay and they’d kill me if they knew i was still around. if i leave, maybe they’ll let you live and… maybe i can get you out one day,”

          She knows he’s right. The mage’s gaze falls even further, until all there is to focus on is the brickwork beneath their feet. It’s better for both of them if Eli leaves--at least that way, he’ll live. 

          And if they kill her, he’ll be free, too. No strings. No responsibilities. No burden.

          The thought doesn’t stem the fear clutching her heart; nails bite into the palms of her hands. “ I--- I know, ” and it’s the truth--she does know--but Eli has been by her side for as long as she can remember. He’s always looked out for her. He’s always been there for her in her time of need. And now, she needs him more than ever. But he has to go.

          Maya takes a shuddering breath and reaches to take his hand within her own. The steel is cold to touch. “ Please be careful. I promise I will be. Please come back to me. ”

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mayhaps like this post for a small starter?

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holds her face n smooches her cheek

          He’s rewarded with the scrunching of her face, a hand pushing halfheartedly against his breastplate. The air of displeasure she’s trying to convey is ruined as she smiles, wide and abashed, eyes downcast in embarrassment. “ Stop it! ” / @lyriumlost

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We need more time.

       You’re grasping at straws now?

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Paul Terex unbearable burden (detail)

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*puts a hello kitty bandaid over my childhood trauma*

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"Dance with me, won't you? Just like we used to!"

                               the threat of their father the knight-commander still loomed, his exile unofficial and people still greet him as if he is a hero. elías knew better, though, he knew not to linger in a town so close to the circle and so close to where a riot was surely unfolding. he knew it was a bad idea, and yet, maya is distracted. it was rare she ever saw the light and tonight it seems a street party has hit it’s peak. an annual event to celebrate… something. elías wasn’t entirely sure, but every year it was the same, and every year he often stood guard to watch, it’s why they’re so greeting of him; they assume he’s here for it again this year.

                               his sister, though, despite the pains and danger, is taken in by the colour. the lights and the music encapsulate her, and he isn’t surprised. he weaves through people behind her, apologising whenever he bumps someone with obnoxious armour plating that jutted from his sides. a clearing opens, revealing a space where people danced and the band played up on a makeshift stage of crates. maya practically gasps, excitement pulls at her face and eli already knows what’s coming when she starts to pull on his hands, ‘maya, i can’t… we need to go,’ he says, a seriousness hiding behind the playfulness of his voice, letting his hands bounce up and down in her grasp. 

                                the treat is still here, he can feel it and he’s constantly watching back over his shoulder down the path they came. the crowd could only cover them so much when it came to a giant Templar and a half-elf mage. maya looked dissapointed, though, an elongated ‘pleaasssseeeeee’ passes through upturned lips as she leans back on her heels in an attempt to pull him (it doesn’t work… he’s very heavy), before eventually, defeated, eli sighs, ‘okay… okay. only one song, though. i’ll buy you something to eat and drink and then we need to go,’ he hopes after everything, tonight can be safe… tonight can be good for them. he holds onto her hands, stiff, heavy armored limbs step forward when she pulls, and he’s clumsy - illfooted and unpracticed, but she is difficult to say no to. of course he’ll dance with her.

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                            ‘they’re making me leave, maya. you saw what i did, they’re kicking me out of the order,’ it’s rushed, almost holding an aggressive nature as an armoured hands ball into fists at his sides. he’s mad, clearly, and really who can blame him. he brought this upon himself and yet; what else was he suppose to do? watch her die and carry the weight that he could have done something? no… he would rather his current fate; a shattered family name and no home. he was conflicted, sore and confused. lost and yet he hadn’t even left the circle yet, ‘i’ll come back for you,’ hands are hesitant, large and capable at crushing bone and yet, one sits atop her to smooth down her hair. a templar wouldn’t go back on a promise he makes, ‘i promise,’

          Slender fingers are clasped together, the mage’s weary gaze downcast. She doesn’t want to cry, not in front of him, but she’s scared--she’s so scared  that she can barely still her trembling, so weak that she can barely stand to bid her brother farewell. Maya is in danger here, in the only home she has ever known, and only last night was the mage half-dead. There is nothing she can do to defend herself here. There’s nothing she can do to defend herself anywhere.

          She needs him.

          “ Please-------- ” Her voice breaks, and there are tears spilling down her cheeks, “ I need you to find a way to stay. There must be something you can do. ” / @lyriumlost

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Priyanka Chopra for Sharp Magazine

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A LEGACY PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION and a name to uphold; but now, it doesn’t fit you anymore. You’re different from the rest, you’re heart is in the right place, but the armour you wear reaps fear from your sister and despite the want to PROTECT your orders are to undermine and torture. NO, you say… I WILL PROTECT THEM FROM YOU AND YOUR EVILS.  And what did you achieve when you saved her?

                                                                       EXILE…

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                         THE TEMPLAR

                                                           THE MAGE

like digging through the lost and found in hopes of a better life, in hopes to find something different, you find each other. long lost and your father doesn’t believe you exist, but you know better, you know who you are. you don’t belong here;

                                                                               RUN.

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Priyanka Chopra at the the Prabal Gurung fashion show on New York Fashion Week