So how’s ride kamens going for you as I just pulled my self together long enough to read the other half of the current main story
I've been working on catching up on the event stories since they announced the upcoming main story update! (I totally bombed the last few events...they're so fast-paced and I just didn't have time...😭)
and then of course they went and dropped THIS on us today
(you don't understand, I LOVE Tajador and I already love the two blurry frames they've given us of non-silhouetted Kelka, I'm ready to absolutely lose my shit come the announcement/reveal(?) stream on Thursday --)
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hang on i'm once again thinking about house being stupid with love. stacy moved in with him a week after meeting him. that's HUGE change. could you imagine how much he'd have to be obsessing over her to make HIS home THEIR home??? and he still wasn't over her 5+ years later after everything either.
(and like. i wonder if there was ever a moment there for wilson where he's watching house and stacy be so witty and beautiful and in love together and thinking to himself, huh. so this is what that feels like.)
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Fuck this meeting, here's a sneak peek of Perhaps Chapter 48
“Bella,” Narcissa murmured, dejected. “Don’t do this. You’re my sister – I'm, I’m with you, wherever you are.”
Bellatrix’s posture seemed to relax marginally, but not her eyes. Her dark gaze seemed to burn with an altogether different kind of rage.
“Are you, Cissy? Are you really?”
Her eyes turned to the remnants of Narcissa’s desk, now lying in chunks and splinters over the marble. “Who were you writing in such a hurry, huh?”
Hermione could see Young Narcissa’s jaw working, clenching so tight there was an audible click. Her blue eyes were solid, impenetrable walls of ice.
“Severus. I was writing to Severus for an anti-emetic elixir – something stronger than what Healer Fairweather can give me. That’s all.”
The lie was desperate at best – that was plainly evident even to Hermione. She had no doubt it was even less convincing to Bellatrix.
“Severus. You were writing to Severus for help with your nausea.”
Narcissa nodded, now committed to the lie.
“You know me, Bella,” Narcissa stalled, forcing her features to freeze into petrified nonchalance. “I’ve always had a such weak stomach.”
There was a heavy, tense pause, tense as the taut fraying ropes mooring a ship to shore through a storm. Bellatrix cut through it with a chilling cackle.
“Quite right, quite right, Cissy,” she chuckled darkly, threatening as opposed to amused. “I’ll pass along your wishes to dear old Sev.”
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