sihtrik

[sihtrik]

fynan​:

@sihtrik​​ !

      ––––       𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.     one’s  that  had  been  craved  in  the  pendant  which  seemed  heavier  on  days  such  as  this.    awaiting  the  return  of  their  spies    –    𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩  𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦    –    kept  his  worries  high,    and  without  a  doubt  annoying  to  those  within  his  company.            though,   he  doubted  many  would  judge  him  too  harshly.    for  it  had  been  over  a  month  ( 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 )  since  uhtred  sent  them  out  to  spy  on  villages  to  the  north.

      a  current  company  whom,    while  were  gentle  in  their  judgment,    𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩  𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮  only  tossed  looks  of  either  aggravation  or  understanding  his  way  by  now.    neither  of  which  caught   the  warrior’s  attention.     nor  anything  until  he  saw  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  breaking  free  of  the  tree  line.       ❛   𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘯  𝘢̀𝘪𝘨𝘩. ❜       the  words  escaped  on  an  exhale  he’d  not  known  to  be  holding  in  as  they  all  watched  their  approach.    it  took  every  last  ounce  of  his  control,    and   even  a  steady  hand  belonging  to  his  lord  resting  firmly  on  his  shoulder  to  keep  him  running    –    from  meeting  sihtric  half  way. 

              …. and  yet,    none  of  that  mattered  the  moment  the  dane  came  within  mere  paces  of  the  irishman.       ❛   𝘴𝘪𝘩𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤,    𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘩  𝘮𝘰  𝘤𝘩𝘦̀𝘪𝘭𝘦…..❜       strong  arms  laced  themselves  tightly  around  sihtric’s  waist  without  warning  beyond  his  words,    and lifting  him  surprisingly  gently.

         it’s not easy to be away from things for so long -- to pretend to be someone who you aren’t for so long .     he’s always been the sort to keep things to himself ,    so it’s not hard to fade in and out of a reality like someone who was never there to begin with .     but when one has forged a life of whatever sorts it’s so much harder .    because as the days pass and he sits with people he does not know and pretends to befriend people he does not like he finds the nights grow longer with want .    that with each passing second he finds himself missing trusted company more .      never ending thoughts would fill his mind and desire filled his heart .      so it comes as no great surprise that once he’s free of his task and able to see the face of the one he loves again that a smile paints his face .

                he might not know the words the man speaks but it is the gentleness of their mutterings and the warmth of the embrace that gives him no reason to ask .     he knows beyond doubt that their nature is of a loving kind .    and as his own arms fall around finan’s shoulders and his feet come away from the floor briefly he buries his face into the crook of finan’s neck .     his words are mumbled against the skin that lies there .       “     i missed you .     “

[sihtrik]

Finan and Sihtric in Season 4 of THE LAST KINGDOM

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ARNAS FEDARAVICIUS as SIHTRIC in THE LAST KINGDOM

[sihtrik]

What Is Your Lifetrap?

SUBJUGATION

You experience the world in terms of control. Other people in your life always seem to be more powerful than you. You feel that you must please them. Sacrifice yourself and submit to them. The only person you do not feel obliged to please is yourself. You feel trapped in your life. You are constantly meeting the needs of others with so much attentiveness that life loses its freedom. You are passive. A sculpture being shaped by others. Life happens to you. When your needs are constantly frustrated, anger is inevitable. At some level, you know you feel used or controlled. But you feel your needs do not count. It is hard for you to connect with what you really want or prefer in a situation. You feel overwhelmed and confused. It is easier for you to do what others want. You rationalize your tendency to please others. You tell yourself that it doesn’t really matter. It is rare for you to express your anger directly. It is far more common for you to take it out in a disguised fashion. You procrastinate, show up late, or neglect legitimate expectations that people have for you. It is difficult for others to know whether you are irritated or simply weak. Many conclude that since you act unstably, you are in need of more control and direction from them. In this way, you perpetuate your pattern of putting others in roles where they feel they must control you.

Tagged by: @likescything Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it !

[sihtrik]

       𝑊𝐻𝑂 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇 …      𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ?       swimming   in   the   drift   of   the   land   of   shining   meadows .      the   sword   is   soft   in   the   fires   of   the   furnace  ,    IT   HUNGERS   TO   BE   HIT   AND   WANTS   TO   HAVE   A   HUNDRED   SISTERS  !    in   the  coldest   state   of   their   existence   they   may   dance   the   maddest   in   the   morass   of   the   red   rain .      𝐈   𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄   𝐃𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐘   𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄   𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 .   co-existence  ,    conflict  ,    combat  ,    devastation  ,    regeneration  ,    transformation  ,      THAT   IS   THE   BEST   I   CAN   DO   FOR   YOU .

INDEPENDENT SIHTRIC KJARTANSON OF THE LAST KINGDOM AS WRITTEN BY HEATH . ( sideblog to timewarn . )

[sihtrik]

@fynan​​​​ asked:   “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ”

                𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 .       war threatens everything and everybody knows that--everybody who has lived through it, that is .     he’s not afraid of death  ,     or so he might claim .     it’s just that he’d rather prefer to live .     and for but the briefest of moments he thinks that death may claim him .     brief ,    because fear lasts only for a moment before darkness finds him and he loses conciousness .      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 .   something that he doesn’t really remember by the time that he wakes .    it’s just a blur of vision  ;    of love and loss and beauty and blood .     he wakes suddenly like from a nightmare but pain prevents him from lifting his head  ,     yet still finan is the first thing he sees  --  hovering over him .    it’s not unpleasant .     it’s a welcome sight .     but within his eyes he can see the desperation that lies there ;   and that is the fear of losing someone .     he knows because he has seen it before .    and because he has felt it before .

              he reaches out a hand slowly and carefully and uncertain of what it is that he is truly trying to claim with his grip .     somewhere within the haze of confusion and the blur of the world around him he manages to find finan’s hand .      𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 .     frankly there is not much strength there ,    but it is enough .     ❝     that’s the nicest way i’ve heard someone say good morning .     ❞

[sihtrik]

[sihtrik]

gedwimora​:

Wildly, irrationally, he thinks the blood is Sihtric’s own despite all his years in battle to tell him obviously its not and he rushes over to his side, only finding hard whole muscle under his hand. The iron band clenched inside his chest falls away instantly leaving him light as air, the heat of Sihtric’s body burning into him through every layer where their bodies meet and he stays where he is, hand on his side, body pressed against his oathman’s– only his focus now is his face, sharp cheekbones and deep dark eyes. Sihtric is handsome– beautiful even– and striking. 

He knows this already, he has eyes after all but it hits him again all the same now. They’re close enough to share breath, close enough to kiss if the urge struck them. He moves away– but only enough that he can clasp the back of the younger man’s neck. Sihtric has always been special and has only become more precious as the years have gone by– he was the first to truly swear loyalty, the first to place his fate completely in Uhtred’s hands even knowing that Uhtred could’ve killed him that second. Sihtric’s faith in his lord has been the basis of Uhtred’s own faith in himself many times, a solid pillar on which he finds himself leaning on frequently. He is precious to him and for now he is safe. Safe and alive, his breath mixing in hot bursts with Uhtred’s own. A chuckle bubbles up as he gives his waist a firm pat “ Do not scare me like that, I thought I would have to fight off valkyries to keep you for myself a while longer ! ”

because i fucking said i’d do gay stuff for sihtric and that WAS A THREAT // @sihtrik​

           𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒  ,    𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒  ,     𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .     they’re   things   to   be   expected  ,     and   not   necessarily   things   to   be   overly   worried   about .    a   little   blood   never   really   hurt   anyone  ,    and   after   combat   he   remains   unscathed   if   a   little   dirtied .      𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐀𝐒   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓   𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐄 .      and  quietly  ,    minding   his   business  ,    fixed   to   his   own   space   despite   the   presence   of   company  ,     he   is   in   the   process   of   setting   his   axe   against   the   wall   when   he’s   suddenly   disturbed .     the   axe   falls   unceremoniously   to   the   floor   with   a   clatter   and   he   finds   himself   staring   into   uhtred’s   gaze  ,    not   for   want   to   do   so .     𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 .     he’s   very   close  ,     only   to   add   to   the   fact   that   his   hand   rests   intimitely   against   sihtric’s   waist .       𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐀𝐓   𝐀   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐎   𝐃𝐎 .      lost   for   all   word   and   all   action  ,     distracted   by   the   body   that   is   pressed   against   his   own  ,     all   he   is   able   to   do   is   allow   his   gaze   to   flicker   between   uhtred’s   two   eyes .

           and   he   notes   that   with   uhtred’s   spare   hand   wound   by   the   back   of   his   neck   he’s   very   much   at   his   mercy .     he’d   struggle   to   wriggle   out   of   his   grasp  ,     maybe   he   could   likely   pull   off   a   good   jab   to   the   gut  ,       𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 .     not   ever .     not   even   if   his   life   depended   on   it  ----   though   that   might   be   an   overexaggeration .     desperation   calls   for   desperate   measures  ,    after   all .     and   when   uhtred   laughs   he   can   feel   the   warmth   of   his   breath   upon   his   face .     words   hit   the   air   and   it’s   only   after   a   moment   of   silence   that   he   realises   he   has   no   idea   what   the   other   has   said   to   him .      𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘   𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐀   𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 .      he’s   not   even   tried   to   move  ,     not   spoken  ,    barely   taken   a   breath  ,     he   must   look   like   quite   the   dumbfounded   fool .     he   stumbles   over   a   word   or   two   before   he   manages   any   form   of   response .     anything   that   isn’t   just   staring .                       ❝     for   yourself  ,    my   lord  ?      ❞  

[sihtrik]

which flower are you ?

forget-me-not

Nostalgic and introverted, you overthink previous moments in time and sometimes may appear to be a bit in your own world. You are beautifully soft and quiet, speaking freely only around those who you feel most comfortable with. Because of this quiet nature, you are terrified of being left behind, forgotten by those you encounter. A bit melancholic by nature, you tend to forget your beauty, looking up to all of the sunflowers, roses, and cherry blossoms of the world. But my darling, you are what draws the eye down to the pavement and the first to be picked by those seeking comfort. Perk up and appreciate your worth my love

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[sihtrik]

@fynan​​ asked:  finan smooches him 😘

               𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     it’s   all   desperate   and   yet   relieving   at   the   same   time .     hidden   away   behind   the   outcropping   of   a   stable  ,     beneath   the   shadow   of   a   canopy  ,    do   they   stand   all   tangled   together .      𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 .     the   air   is   cold   but   finan’s   lips   are   warm   like   the   most   inviting   of   beverages   or   a   roaring   fire .     his   fingers   are   already   laced   through��  the   gaps   in   the   irishman’s   armour   to   hold   him   close   so   that   he   might   not   pull   away   too   early .          𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐆𝐄𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 .     he   wonders   if   it’s   obvious   how   much   he   hungers   for   those   moments   and   how   hard   it   is   to   wait .

              lips   close   over   lips  ,     a   rough   scrape   of   teeth   on   skin   and   then   he’s   gasping   for   air   with   a   wide   grin   and   something   of   a   chuckle .        𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,     𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒   𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒 .     there’s   longing   there  ,     desire  ,     and  ,    if   one   stared   hard   enough   and   curiosly   enough  ,     one   might   even   see   love .

[sihtrik]

Your honour, sihtric is baby

[sihtrik]

@gedwimora​​ asked:  “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” | from Uhtred

         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 .    it   always   has   done .     to   keep   his   head   down  ,     to   stay   quiet   and   unassuming  ,     it’s   a   survival   instinct   more   than   anything   else .       𝐈𝐅   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘   𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍   𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒   𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐘𝐎𝐔 .     people   don’t   notice   him   and   that’s   fine .     that’s   how   he   likes   it .    but   then   he’s   never   really   known   many   people   he   could   trust  ,    and   it’s   definitely   changed   his   perspective   on   a   few   things .

             he   swallows .     kind   words   are   a   hard   thing   to   accept  ,     sometimes  ,     but   a   smile   soon   enough   finds   his   features .      𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘 .     uhtred   no   doubt   knows   that   sihtric   would   follow   him   to   the   ends   of   the   earth   and   back   if   he   only   asked .     and   if   he   doesn’t   know   then   that   only   mean’s   he’d   have   to   try   harder   to   prove   it .           ❝     thank   you  ,    my   lord .     ❞

[sihtrik]

@fynan​ asked:  “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ”

               𝐒𝐎   𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 .      looks   like   any   other   man   would  ,     probably  ,    although   it’s   hard   to   know   what   kind   of   face   one   wears   without   looking   on   into   a   mirror .     he   wonders   if   it   makes   finan   uncomfortable .    wonders   if   the   all - seeing - eyes   are   maybe   too   observant .    wonders   if   he   likes   to   keep   his   secrets   or   if   he   wears   his   heart   on   his   sleeve   on   purpose .      𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃   𝐀𝐍   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍   𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 .    especially   not   when   it   won’t   stop   opening   its   covers   in   front   of   you .    he’s   come   to   be   quite   a   talent   in   silent   observation .      𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐀   𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃   𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .

               still  ,    silence   is   as   silence   will   be   and   for   a   moment   it   befalls   him   like   a   cloud   covers   a   mountain .      𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 .      and   in   trying   to   figure   out   what   to   say   he   realises   he   hasn’t   once   stopped   looking .     so  ,    a   joke   seems   like   a   fine   enough   distraction .       ❝    do   you   want   me   to   look   at   your   flesh   instead  ?     ❞

[sihtrik]

misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

[sihtrik]

       𝑊𝐻𝑂 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇 …      𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ?       swimming   in   the   drift   of   the   land   of   shining   meadows .      the   sword   is   soft   in   the   fires   of   the   furnace  ,    IT   HUNGERS   TO   BE   HIT   AND   WANTS   TO   HAVE   A   HUNDRED   SISTERS  !    in   the  coldest   state   of   their   existence   they   may   dance   the   maddest   in   the   morass   of   the   red   rain .      𝐈   𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄   𝐃𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐘   𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄   𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 .   co-existence  ,    conflict  ,    combat  ,    devastation  ,    regeneration  ,    transformation  ,      THAT   IS   THE   BEST   I   CAN   DO   FOR   YOU .

INDEPENDENT SIHTRIC KJARTANSON OF THE LAST KINGDOM AS WRITTEN BY HEATH . ( sideblog to timewarn . )