Huh, you know, Miquella divesting Trina reminds me of this discussion when the base game came out that Radagon was trying to undermine Marika & take over completely (his portraits & statues depict him in heroic and in control pose, while Marika was crucified with eyes downcast).
Now with the DLC proving that it’s Marika who is the emotions, the part that is heavy with love and rage and sorrow, I wonder if she knew had Radagon succeeded, the current rotten Order would persist, so better to drag him to death with her too, right now. Shatter it all.
Her smashing the Elden ring turns out to be motivated by so many legit reasons, after all. The realization that she had become just like the oppressors who stuff her people into jars, the death of Godwyn, her separation from Messmer, Death was back, Radagon was trying to cast her away to maintain the current status quo… wow.
also this explains why the base game goes out of its way to show that Miquella was once close to Radagon… (those Rings of Light spells) not Marika … 💀💀💀💀 all the signs are there…
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“Just once” his cheeks and nose are ruddy from the alcohol and the heat of the pub. So packed with bodies it was akin to a can of sardines. the air itself heavy and moist and just uncomfortably hot and sticky. You needed a breather.
Why he followed you outside into the snow was a mystery at first, he seemed quite busy loudly telling some story you weren’t listening to, scouse accent thickening further with every sip of his fourth pint of the night. It wasn’t a mystery anymore, no, not after he lit the cigar.
“I just, I dunno” you mumbled a bit, uncomfortably tipsy after Johnny and Kyle egged you on to take a couple more shots than you should have.
“Give it a try, eh?” He was holding it close to your face, between his thick and hairy knuckles. A slow stray flake melted on an old scar on his forefinger. “See how you like it, Sunshine”
Perhaps against your better judgment, brain thoroughly soaked in whiskey and beer, slow roasted by the heat maybe, you wrapped your lips around the leaf and breathed in.
Not even a second later you pulled away with a choking cough. Holy fuck, that burned.
He laughed roughly, deep and loud. Not a sound you hear often. real, genuine. He pat your back between your shoulder blades as you hacked out the smoke.
“You don’t breathe it in darling” he lightly scolded, taking a puff of the damned thing.
“How the fuck do you smoke it then?” You blurted, making him chuckle.
“Just hold the smoke in your mouth, here”
He all but slots the tip of it between your lips, tasting the bitter leaf.
“Slowly” he guides, and you can do nothing but oblige. Slowly, smoke fills your mouth, and you hold it there until he pulls away. You exhale into the night.
“How was that, then?” He asks through thick smoke.
“I have a headache now” you grumble, and he laughs into the dark.
(Wrote this while listening to “to someone from a warm climate”. Important vibe me thinks. Haven’t written in a long while so I hope this is bearable 💀)
HAISOCJXBAUQOEOFJ HD9Q ANON HOW COULD YOU JUST CASUALLY DROP THIS MASTERPIECE IN MY INBOX!!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND LET ME KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH!!!!
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