#...the windows to the soul

[skyborneveggie]

It's all in the eyes

[howtomakeyousee]

[pyjamacryptid]

‘cause every colour goes where you do

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[noybluxa]

Realm

[jez-bez]

If I let you go, can you go back to your room and sleep? [...] Phu. I think... I can help you. Phukan. I've already warned you. You've done it for me before. I just... want to do it for you too. Can I?

[allura-raine]

[teaboot]

I really do believe that God put me on this earth to find hiding spots in airports

[elizabeths-storytime]

CrossGuild Skate Company

I passed by a skate shop called Crossroads and I went haha what if,

[shadowduel]

eye of the beholder

[majoralynx]

Welcome to I have too many WIPS and no finished drawings so I post doodles that I did in like two minutes today !!!!

[bunnymadeofstardust]

I don't see enough of them.

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

2005

[wizardsimper]

There's something about how in Act 3 after Gale has visited the Stormshore Tabernacle, he tells the player (if romanced);

“I would much rather gaze into your eyes than hers. Yours are capable of tenderness, and feeling. No god could ever compare.”

It's worth noting that throughout the game one of Gale's most prominent characteristics is his very expressive eyes, we see it in almost all of his scenes when he looks at the player, in particular his Act 2 and Act 3 romance scene, as well other instances throughout.

But compare that to Gale after he becomes a god, his eyes are no longer the same soulful, emotional eyes as before, but glowing with ambition even if he's trying to express his emotions. He'll never truly look at the player like he once did, even if he still loves them.

[unspecifiedfigure]

his ass is NOT listening

[hanafubukki]

Hands have always been special to Lilia. It told hidden tales for those who cared to look.

And those who did? Were ones to hold in special regard.

Lilia held tiny clawed hands freshly born from an egg, hatched through great journey and love, with time they grew to one which will one day hold a kingdom within its grasp.

Lilia held small human hands, bundle taken from a dusted cradle filled with love, hands which grew to carry a sword and peace as a future knight.

Lilia guided hands born from two different races, the owner loud, but the hands swift and true speaking of value and valor as a future knight.

Lilia’s own hands spoke of hundreds years of history. Spoke of tales he sought to hide.

Your hands too spoke of your journey. Your journey of one not from this world, but one that brought companionship and joy to those around you.

Your hands spoke of truths which few took the time to see.

It spoke of empathy in its gentle touches yet fire when used in ire against others.

It spoke of cuts from endless nights of studying when pages never ended.

It spoke of scratches and older scars from battles you never should have taken part in but were forced to, of wounds from acquaintances turned foe to later friends.

It spoke of callouses from hardened labor at and around campus.

To Lilia, it brought him peace as it combed through his hair on nights where he laid his head on your lap.

To Lilia, it spoke of stubbornness or indignation when it bopped him on the head for his antics or something he said

These hands are a reflection of you. Hands he would worship every chance he got. Kisses softly trailing from nails to palm to wrist. Your heart beat loud and strong.

These hands match his, palm to palm.

Soon too, will both adorn a matching ring.

A promise to be made.

Together in this life and the next.

[misunderstood12]