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                                       * SHADOWS SETTLE ON THE PLACE  /  THAT YOU LEFT.

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eris can have the layout, as a treat

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i offer u @livarin

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afierosii​.

          perry watches elias with a barely contained grin across his features. barely contained excitement as he stops. as the hunter turns on handyman and perry can all but feel the slow drag of fury against watson’s skin. ohhhh. oh. this is good. this is more than he had hoped for. this goes deeper and hits places even perry hadn’t expected. he can feel it, the rush that sits in the center of his chest and pulses faster, harder, at the look in the larger man’s eyes. he’s seen that before. maybe not in this man’s eyes but in others. in those barely containing their responses to his ramblings. to his comments and questions as they bury deeper and deeper against their skin. as he cuts and cuts and cuts and waits to see what goes first. he knows where to aim, with this one. knows just where to poke to watch it all fall apart and perry thinks that he’d relish in it if it wasn’t for the complaining echoing in the back of his head. if it wasn’t for the tiny, distant, part of him that begs for forgiveness. the part that knows exactly what’s happening here. 

          “ah, but i told you. i wanna know how long it’s been. how long you’ve stranded yourself to this rock because you think he’s coming back any time soon. information is money, after all, my dear watson. nothin’ like a little storytelling to loosen up the lips, hm? if i remember it right, that story. the dog dies, too. alone and cold in a world it doesn’t understand. a cruel world fuelled only by it’s empty hope. sounds like it fits here, somehow. sounds like th’ people back then had their shit straight. knew when to give up, when to stop hoping and when to move on. but, i suppose that age was destroyed for a reason, right? suppose they didn’t entirely know what they were doing. not if they didn’t make it this far. or, maybe it’s more of a warning. than a story. a tale of caution.” he’s talking and showing no signs of stopping. no suggestion that he can see the very obvious threat in tone and light. no, perry doesn’t even look directly at watson. doesn’t care to. he’s sure he knows what he’ll see. 

          “you really don’t know, do you?”

         he stands there, eyes glaring into perry with unusual anger behind them. hunter stands completely still, teeth gritted and hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles white under gloves. he doesn’t speak. only watches him as he talks, making a poor attempt to steady shaking breaths.

        what did he know? who was he to lecture? there’re words he could say. you’ll never know what i understand. you’ll never truly know what it’s like to not understand the world. some people are worth waiting for. this is my home. you know nothing about my hope. but no words come out. because he’s right, isn’t he? he doesn’t understand the world, despite being one of the oldest risen to walk it. despite the endless days and years spent trying to figure it out. he clings to hope until hands turn raw and knuckles bruise because what is he without it? what reason does he have to keep being there without something to hope for? 

        eyes drift past the other to the ground behind, teeth digging into cheek with features in a concentrated frown. maybe he really was just a fool. maybe larson was right when he said it was time to move on. that he needs to forget it and stop focusing on the past. ichan’s words ring in his head. stop living in the past, livaris. there’s nothing there for you.

        the question snaps him back to attention. gaze drags back to perry, breaths long and shaking. he hopes that his rambling was enough for him to forget his own question. “ know what? ” voice is low, almost quiet. but it’s harsh, a demand rather than a question. what did he know?

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Daario Naharis in Game of Thrones 6.06 ‘Blood of My Blood’

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄?

Eyes - You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.

tagged by: @paracausaly​ tagging: steal it steal it

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afierosii​.

          elias makes a noise and shin feels it in his chest where he straddles his lap. he feels it settle deep and root itself tight to his ribcage. hands press further, flattening against the hunter’s stomach and smoothing over taut muscle there beneath the shirt - letting fingertips come to a slow halt just above his belt as shin huffs a laugh on an exhale at the hunter’s words. it washes over elias’ skin as shin leans in closer. as he drags teeth and lips over skin that he doesn’t think he can get enough of once he’s started.

          “nah. ‘less yer gonna help at all–” words are soft, murmured against skin close enough that his lips brush against the solar user’s throat, under his chin and against stubble. as if to punctuate his words, shin grinds his hips down with a breathy noise. just to make a point. just to make sure elias understands, obviously. 

       he lets shin’s touch wash away any coherent thoughts he had, eyes closing without much effort to stop it. back stays stubbornly pressed against the back of the chair, despite the betrayal of how posture softens under the warm touch. head tilts away from the touch, almost too distracted to pay attention to shin’s words.

       shin’s movement almost catches him off guard. breath hitches with a sharp inhale as hands grip onto his legs, stopping himself from squirming under him a second too late. eyes open to watch him with a low chuckle. “ y’ seem t’ have it under control-- ” hunter hums, head tilting slightly for breath from quiet words to wash over renegade’s skin.

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@paracausaly said: [ point + gun ] /haha drifter at fable

     haunting, isn’t it? to see such familiar features holding impossible anger and hate. a mimic with every detail perfect down to the scars on his skin and the grey in his hair. there’s an unnatural cold about him. in the way his gaze digs in. in the way he watches drifter’s every move without a single word.  he doesn’t budge or squirm under the gun’s line of sight. infact a smile cracks his lips, head tilting.  “ always so quick to violence, aren’t you? ”  his voice is a direct copy, even though he speaks slower. the dredgen takes a step closer, hands loosely held in an open gesture.

       “ always quick to make a decision. always quick to decide what you want. ”  gaze never leaves him, cold coloured eyes finally matching a gaze that digs into your skin like ice.  “ you don’t think about them, not really. you make your choices on your own, of your own intuitions. ”  slow, deliberate steps start to circle the rogue. thumb scratches at the scar on his jaw, a direct mimic of elias’ mannerisms. “ you run on instinct. you always have. you always will. you do what it takes to survive. i suppose the moral of your story is sometimes you have to step on others to make it out alive. ” 

        he stops just infront of the taller man, gaze dragging up to his face. mannerisms shift. voice lowers, expression soft and gaze warmer. resembling elias entirely.  “ you’re a survivalist. you always have been. you always will be. ”

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im gonna do stuff, i say, and proceed to not do anything

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Send brutal anons to my muse criticizing/negating their relationships in canon or with someone they interact with on this blog!!!

They will defend or agree, it could be ANYTHING! SAY ANYTHING TO THEM!!

NB: If it’s a multi-muse blog, be specific of whom you’re addressing!!

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elias but i give him unchart.ed, star wa.rs, n tl.ou verses

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i can finally drop elias’ lore buckle UP

- he’s originally from a homebrew dnd campaign i’m currently running. i’m working on a doc of the lore but; the basis is there’re four beings thought of as gods, known as the architects. they disappeared a long time ago after a large war between two sides. each represent something different, but all combine to represent all. you have aestria, architect of the living, valrin, architect of the end, ichan, architect of technology, and livaris, architect of history.  - livaris never left. he stayed under different names, with a promise to help whoever he could, however he could. his current name is elias sylvan.  - everything elias represents is knowledge, history, and answers. - destiny verse, the architects were the first risen. after a falling out between them that ended them going in separate ways, elias distanced himself from the name livaris and title of architect. 

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violently remembers i have to actually write out elias’ lore now

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.