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eritvita Ā· 2 years ago
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He crouches, now, and settles with his meddling into his satchel. Is naught Roland’s brow furrowed, heavy and creased with concern and of a slight, mindful disapproval. Yet … ā€œI understand the necessity of working beyond that remembrance to eat and to rest,ā€ reveals he.
And he laughs, and brings out another parcel: a wrapped bundle of something baked, something sweet-smelling, and as he unwraps it dost Roland reveal a fresh bundle of heavy cookies, plain with dusted sugar and with that tender tang of cinnamon upon its laurels.
He offers one with aplomb, and eats one himself to inspire companionship. ā€œOf how long hast thou been cut from lyrium?ā€ inquires Roland, and thinks of something similar: Orlais, that fad to improve, to conclude onto new friendships through parties and laughing masks; that thin skin of his nose and throat, terrible nosebleeds and his blood-shot eyes.
ā€œTake a moment,ā€ croons Roland, and sits with him finally, lounging his legs a’fore him amidst the dirt and the soft-scented grass. ā€œDrink as thou wilt, eat as thou pleases. There is nothing to be done at present. I canst make a list for thee,ā€ offers he, that bundle of Roland's cookies resting upon his lap. ā€œIf thou wouldst prefer it me.ā€
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The hand at the crook of his elbow is jarring, but somehow helps center the Commander as he focuses on what presence was around them. "Eaten? No...not for a couple of days to be honest." Laughed he wearily as he followed direction via his gesture and settles onto the ground, his head now leaning back and against the bars, not quite wanting to go the route of putting his head between his knees quite yet.
Roland was generous to him, Cullen took the skein and pressed it to his lips, doing exactly as told and only taking small sips. The cool water upon his stomach felt welcome but also cursed. "I'm alright...truly...it's just a malady from my ceased use of lyrium...that's all." Looking over to Roland as he sees him worrying, the Commander would only smile a bit softly. He was not quite able to focus on his features yet, but he reached over and patted the hand that was softly upon his arm.
"I have most of, if not all the symptoms of it...I was out here to help decompress per Cassandra's orders, but I obviously got carried away." He uttered, hand running through his blonde trusses, after splashing it with a bit of water. "I'm alright, honest."
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uniquejellyfishqueen Ā· 8 months ago
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A collection of blood from Taylor Swift
ā€œPoison blood from the wound of the pricked hand
You made a really deep cut
Screamed ā€œFuck you Aimeeā€ to the night sky, as the blood was gushin
You’re an animal, you are bloodthirsty
ā€œI might just die, it would make no differenceā€
Down bad, waking up in blood
Staring at the sky, come back and pick me up
And baby, now we’ve got bad blood
All that blood shed, crimson clover
I gave my blood sweat and tears for this, hosted parties and starved my body.
If you live like that, you live ghosts
If you love like that, blood runs cold
Blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll
Marked me like a bloodstain
And you can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones.
Past the blood and the bruise
The crown is stained, but you’re the real queen
I looked around in a blood-soaked gown
Bad was the blood of the song in the cab
Red blood, white snow
Flesh and blood amongst war machines
You’re the new God, we’re worshipping
Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
And I’m not even sorry, nights are so starry, blood moon litā€
Factor XI and Factor XII play a role in blood clotting..
*I am so not a doctor but I know how to read…
Factor XI is a rare clotting disorder that affects about 1 in 100,000 people worldwide. It’s caused by a mutation in the F11 gene. It’s also known as hemophilia C. (TS has 11 helmets for the car for Indy, she has 11 albums…)
Signs and symptoms of factor 11 are frequent nosebleeds, easy bruising, bleeding under the skin, bleeding of the gums, prolonged bleeding after childbirth, prolonged menstrual bleeding.
It was first recognized in 1953 in patients who experienced severe bleeding after dental extractions.
-ā€œdon’t worry we took all her teethā€
Factor XII can interact with fibrin to create a tighter clot structure
*Hemophilia, a rare condition of the blood that prevents clotting during injuries, they lack a protein that contributes to clotting called Factor VIII (The blue nail.) it is believed that Hemophilia was passed down for generations by Queen Victoria to her three children and is therefore known as ā€œThe Royal Disease.ā€
*India has the second largest number of Hemophilia patients. Most patients in India do not have access to cure because of its rarity and high costs.
Factor II (black nail) deficiency. Is a rare, inherited or acquired bleeding disorder with an estimated incidence of one case per 2 million population.
On the clock it has her right thumb with the black nail (6th album) at the 2. (Added together equals 8)
Her left thumb with the blue nail (5th album) is at the 8. (Added together equals 13)
**another fun blood fact is
Christmas Disease also known as hemophilia B or factor IX (mirror of XI) a bleeding disorder that occurs when a gene that helps blood clot is mutated. The disorder was first described in 1952 in a patient named Stephen Christmas, and is named after him. Symptoms of this can include bleeding into joints, which can cause pain and swelling. (She mentioned her hand cramping during one of the European shows. -> show 97 N1 in Edinburgh on 6/7/2024. She also played ā€œ ā€˜Tis The Damn Seasonā€ which had been removed from the set on 5/9/2024 on the 1st show of the European Leg.)
The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection was released on 10/14/2007 (17 years ago) and it was 7 years and 13 days before 10/27/2014 (1989’s birthday)
7/13 she wore the new Fearless dress and a new TTPD dress 2/11. (112) also is that a nod to ā€œMy baby loves me like I’m brand newā€ like she wasn’t as fearless as she should have been before.
8/13
World organ donation day
*2003 was the first HIV- to HIV + kidney transplant.
*there are 42 voting members on the Organ Procurement and Transplantation Network. The Advisory Committee on Organ Transplantation has up to 11 members, including the Chair.
*According to Donate Life America there are more than 100,000 people waiting for lifesaving organ transplants. Even the largest football stadium in the US could not fit the number of patients on the national transplant waiting list…(its also so interesting that they would write that on their website, if their mission is to save lives why are they wasting time worrying about the biggest football field?). Well would you look at that. The largest football stadium in the US is Michigan Stadium, also known as ā€œThe Big Houseā€. (I am now picturing Stephen Colbert saying ā€œNot in my house.ā€) the capacity in the big house is 107,601 but has host crowds of over 115,000…isn’t that a fire hazard? The Big House is located in Ann Arbor and is home to the Wolverines. It was built in 1927, the record attendance was in 2013 when Michigan hosted Notre Dame with a crowd of 115, 109. Since 11/8/1975 every home game at Michigan Stadium they have had a crowd of over 100,000
*the 10th largest stadium in the US is the Rose Bowl. More to come on this.
*the 13th largest stadium is Ben Hill Griffin Stadium in Gainesville, FL šŸ˜ which a ā€œSwiftieā€ Society hosted 2 listening parties there. 1 for 1989 TV and the 2nd was for TTPD. 5/11 on 5/11/24 N3 in Paris she played Fearless track 2 and Midnights track 4… (Like the 42 voting members. Or is it a nod to Jackie Robinson? His biopic was released 4/12/2013) 10+2 (12) 2+4 (6) -> 12/6 is N1/3 in Vancouver. The last stop.
12/6 is Miners day šŸ˜‚ thats punny. But also Princess Diana was an advocate for the Mines. And TS the song mine…and also the use of mine pertaining to the ego problem, back to I, Me, Mine…. My name is. The identity problem of the performers but also being able to keep the connection to their true selves and never losing themselves to the monster they have to become to survive.
12/6/1790 the US Congress moves from NYC to Philly
12/6/1865 The US State of Georgia ratifies the 13th Amendment to the US Constitution
12/6/1897 London becomes the world’s first city to have licensed taxicabs
12/6/1907 In Monongah, WV a coal mine explosion kills 362 workers
12/6/1917 More than 1,900 people are killed from a munition’s explosion near Halifax, Nova Scotia
12/6/1941 During WW2, Camp X opens in Canada to train Allied Secret Agents for the war.
12/6/1973 in a vote of 387-35 the US House of Reps confirm Gerald Ford as VP of the US. That was close..
12/6/1992 Jerry Rice, wide receiver of the San Francisco 49ers catches NFL record 101st touchdown in a 27-3 win over the Miami Dolphins.
12/6/1992 The San Francisco Giants sign Pirates outfielder Barry Bonds to a record $43M deal.
12/6/2017 the US states 45th President Donal Trump’s Administration officially announces the recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel.
Christian feast day: Jeremy Taylor who was a clerks in the Church of England who achieve fame as author during the Protectorate (12/16/1635-5/25/1659) of Oliver Cromwell. He is sometimes known as the ā€œShakespeare of Divinesā€ for his poetic style expression, and he is frequently cited as one of the greatest prose writers in the English Language.
*so like the greatest in the league šŸ˜
National left handers day
*Phenomenal ā€œI write with the left, same hand I hold the mic withā€ also this was for South Paw featuring JG. But Paws make me think paws of a dog, like the dogs in the Blank Space video?
8/13/1860 Annie Oakley birthday
*MW ft Ben Burgess (common name, just like the name of her cat.) Outlaw ā€œTill you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazingā€
->ā€rip the bandaid off and skip town like an asshole outlawā€ hits different.
-> ā€œBandaids don’t fix bullet holesā€ Bad Blood -> ā€œBandaid on a Bullet holeā€ MW
8/13/1906 The all black infantrymen of the U.S. Army’s 25th regiment are accused of killing a white bartender and wounding a white police officer in Brownsville, TX. They are later dishonorably discharged, their records end up being restored to reflect the honorable discharge but they were no financial settlements.
That sounds like the Central Park 5 and the West Memphis 3.
8/13/1918 BMW is established as a public company in Germany
8/13/1943 Evangelist Billy Graham marries Christian author Ruth Bell in Montreat, NC.
*is this the Grahams we are supposed to meet?
8/13/1964 Peter Allen and Gwynne Evan’s are hanged for the murder of John Alan West becoming the last people executed in the UK
8/13/1965 Help is released by The Beatles in the US
8/13/1969 The Apollo 11 (11 again..) astronauts enjoy a ticker-tape parade in NYC. Paste that evening at a state dinner in LA Richard Nixon awards them the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
8/13/1995 Mickey Mantel died
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eritvita Ā· 3 years ago
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The nosebleed comes swift, bulbous in hue and billowing past his lips and down to sluice o’er his chin, and Roland coughs and sways with the deep pierce of a center’d migraine, steadily grown and blooming as like an fresh sunflower opening out. In the dark of a velvet midnight doth Roland lean heavily against a stone wall, beautifully outside andĀ ā€˜way from prying eyes and the gasps of hurried help, and he heaves: pinching at the middle of his brows, and allowing his nose to drip.
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loganhill Ā· 4 years ago
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I woke up today to find this series of asks in my notifications, all sent to me by @an-anxious-bitch between 1:57 A.M. and 2:06 A.M.:
LOGAN HELP
MU MNOSE IS BLEEFDING WHATA DO I DO
YPURE THEOONLY ONE WHO I THINBK KNOWS THOS STUFF PLKEASE HELP
fUCK WHY AREN’T MYMESSAGES SEDNING
LOGAB I NEEF HELPMY NOSER IS BELEDING I DONTB KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS SIRUATION
FUCK
OH FUCKING SHITFUCK IT’S BLEEDING MOTRE
LOGAN FSHIT WHY AREN’T MY NMESSAHESS SHPWING UP FOR ME WHAGTTTYYTT
I will repeat that these were all sent between 1:57 A.M. and 2:06 A.M.
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eritvita Ā· 2 years ago
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And embarrassment creeps up along his throat like fresh, Summer vines, and beyond that berry'd fruit of his own nose as it bleeds and refuses to stop– to inspire Roland to tender to his satchel quickly, to find something of an embroidered handkerchief– is his mind riddled with animal panic.
What was that cacophonous Ball that remains hardy within this mortal man's own breast and hooked into his esoterical Spirit like unkind fishing in the middle of the Blue Ocean? How dost it listen, speak, gurgle in its moisture and dost recognize Roland's own Inhumanity, and to hunger as dost it in a never-ending spiral that threats to burn this soul of a fresh Wizard down to the marrow of his ivory filigree?
"I am sorry," murmurs he, as he dost he finally exhume his 'kerchief; as he presses it firmly to his dripping nose, blinking stout for his sore eyes and frantic Heart, and to straighten his spine against the log. "I shouldst hath mentioned thee; 'twere my curiosity what bade me to Look, and to better Understand in mine own Way. Dost I borne thee no deliberate offense, Wizard Gale. Forgive me," says he solemnly.
Whence his nose is staunched and crusting upon the corners dost Roland so stand, slow and deliberate; careful of frighting deer, of spooking wild beasts, and keeping his distance for that pierce of the Wizard's personal, sacred Space. "I will aide thee. The threat of the Worms is far greater than this planet hast seen in a short fortnight, and spread across the World grander than a cataclysmic weather vane. Whomst is thine Leader?" inquires Roland, with a pinch of concern within his brows; with that hard marble of worry set upon his handsome jaw.
He smiles apologetically, the wounds upon his body to borne him tired, Olde, and keeps he his hands within immediate sight; this broad, tall Form with pointed ears and ragged, once-expensive clothing, his leather satchel hanged upon his shoulder and resting peaceably 'pon Roland's side.
It is a sickening sensation, one which he feels so wholly through his body. Of his bones being peered at by celestial eyes, viscera unfolded and read as a petty scroll. A weight that he is so inconsequential, a feeling that with the snap of a finger his existence could be blinked into nothing. He shudders, suddenly the fire is too warm, this otherworldly company too close.
He lifts to his feet, dusting off his gilded purple clothing. "Whatever it is that you have executed upon me, I would kindly request that you do no such invasion again. That was," and he swings his arm to accent his words, "a complete onslaught of my bodily privacy."
The sympathy in Roland's voice has him wince. Perhaps he has been to harsh in his reaction, and yet such a gross delving into his privacy stokes his ire. "You have gazed upon things you should not have and learned what you have no right to know. At least not yet."
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shiarempress Ā· 8 years ago
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hmmmm just got a really sudden bad nosebleed that’s probably not good
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bsbear Ā· 7 years ago
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NumberNerd Edition
Hi Bear and friends! One of the NN here.Ā I've been watching different sets of numbers and I agree with you.Ā Blake is doing just fine but he could be doing a whole lot better than fine if he puts in a bit more effort into self promo. But that doesn't seem to be a priority with him these days so I'll just keep on supporting him whichever way I can.Ā 
OK onto some numbers to cheer people up a bit in the meantime.Ā 
Texoma Shore.Ā Roughstock hasn't updated for several weeks now so I don't have exact sales numbers.Ā 
TS dropped out of BB200 (all genre, sales+streaming) the week after Grammys as Grammy nominated albums mostly make a comeback.Ā 
This week it is back in at #177. It’s #69 in the Top Album Sales chart, 3 months after its release. TS is #22 and Reloaded #45 Top Country Album. Given total absence of promo, we can say B is doing fine but yes it could be SO much better.
Singles. I Lived It is off to a sluggish start, primarily because B and WMN hasn't done anything to promote it. AT ALL. I didn't see any mention in BB or aircheck weekly and B definitely hasn't tweeted about it. It’s mostly in the 380-430 rank wise on livepopbars and not doing anything on Spotify. INTD this week dropped off the Hot 100 chart and off both Airplay and MB charts since 1/2 weeks ago but is still one of the most played recurrent songs. It’s still selling and streaming decently and a good #20 on Hot Country Songs (airplay+sales+streaming).Ā 
I'm reasonably sure INTD qualifies for Gold already but WMN doesn't seem to be in a hurry to do any certifications for B so whatever.Ā 
For the record, Neon Light, Lonely Tonight and CHTF should all be Platinum now and Sangria 2xP. AGWAG is way past Gold and I do see it possible in the future (not immediate) that AGWAG will go Platinum before SGAWW because of stronger streaming. I think EIHTS is very close to Gold.Ā 
Tours. Wow this spring tour is going to be lit for B. He definitely picked the right combo of friends to tour with. They included a few smaller arenas (10-14,000 capacity) which are mostly all sold out except for singles and resales. You can see B's strength is the big arenas. All the lower level seats are long gone. The nosebleeds are less popular, the seats with obstructed views (behind and side stage) sell better although they cost more. None have sold out yet simply because they keep opening more seats as they sell.Ā 
Interestingly, right after B tweeted about his Scavenger Hunt, people seemed to suddenly realize B is on tour, and within hours the additional 360 seats they had opened up behind stage 6 days ago in Tulsa were snapped up. They have now opened up 600 more seats further back behind stage at $53. See what B can do if he would only use sm a bit more!Ā 
So to wrap it all up, yes B is doing just fine. And yes, he could do a whole lot better than fine. But I'm here as a fan and I want to enjoy the ride, so I'm not going to let that frustrate me or "embarrass" me, just gonna sit back and enjoy the moments - of which they there will be plenty as B kicks off his tour with rehearsals at Ole Red. In the meantime, I'm still streaming streaming - and even watching (occasionally) the weird throwback dance series on youtube lmao. #TrueFan
Thank you number nerd for your updates. Always appreciative of you and other number nerds that stop by to share.
And thank you for being the voice of reason, let’s remember (myself included) to enjoy the ride and support B as much as we can via streaming, requesting, etc. We want TS to be a hit but it’s out of our hands so let’s remember our chill and try to keep our frustrations on the low down. Venting from time to time is ok :P
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eritvita Ā· 2 years ago
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ā› how are you still alive? āœ
@lathsuledin
"No possible idea," rasps he, laughing and chortling and wheezing in his bloodied, bruised pain. His nose is burst, weeping saccharine blood deep beneath his upper lip, dripping down his chin and threatening to stain at the throat of his torn, scorched tunic.
A grasp of Templars, a handful of those vicious, insane Individuals brought low in these freneticisms of the Sky Gone Green, cracked and tormented, and Roland performed the Initiative: blasted with incalculable magick, crafted from the very storm clouds and brought low that snatch of kinetic Energy, made manifest through lightning what didst zing through Roland's very blood and out from his fingers and naked toes.
In result, his skin is blackened at the tips, his joints weary, his hair poofed fantastically at all corners; his eyes art bloodshot and his nose runneth o'er. He cackles in joyful wheezes as he huddles for safety at the foot of a rotten log, clasped beside the mushrooms and within the black soil to regain his dizzying sight, blurred at the edges.
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His bounces his brows in thrice, charred and frayed. "Perchance that gold of Luck hast slipped betwixt my fine ankles at some point within my Life. I cannot be too sorry." And he laughs again, holding his sides close.
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eritvita Ā· 3 years ago
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ā€œRoland, you’re bleeding.ā€
@cewyll
This mismatch of open Worlds and the long eons of unblinking Eyes hast Roland stumble, finally, leaning against a piece of polished wood of a helpful oak desk, placing his palms flat on the surface and breathing quietly, his eyes closing tightly.
A Telltale dabble of wet dribbles at his upper lip, and yea: dost he now blink and touch it in Mortal surprise, and frets gamely and holds his nose; turning to Elizabeth with wide, vulnerable eyes.
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ā€œI--- starts he, uncouth, unsound, floundering in propriety.Ā ā€œI-I beg thy pardon, Elizabeth, I’m---! My nose---!ā€ He flaps his hand and pinches his nostrils shut, and tries to unlatch his satchel but cannot.Ā ā€œ... in my satchel, prithee, there is an embroidered handkerchief in the foremost pocket, with sunflowers and red poppies. Wilt thou find it?ā€
high pain tolerance starters.
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eritvita Ā· 2 years ago
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Yea, the tadpoles, that heinous corruption of a sacred Archetype whittled into that wet nesting of minds and glowing viscera. Roland's eyes dost narrow, and, thus, in a sudden flash of genetic ingenuity, his pupils begin to melt: to change Shape, to split into geometric Spaces and sharp ridges and expansions of the swirling Iris that flits and flaunts and grows like that spinning orchid amongst orchids of glittering, perfume'd starlight.
Within this Power, this second, third, thrice Sight, dost Roland See through Gale; that sparkling Aura what permeates through his pores like sweat as sweet as the turbulent Sea, that refraction of energy clumped onto gore for that organic wriggling behind his left eye … and it sees him, too, and whimpers in that galactic Threat what Sees It. 'Tis all connected, and with his pulsing eyes dost Roland see that Worm connected onto other worms, past the Veil of iron-tight threads all across the sky, and beneath the ground in pulsations so similar to a hearty, moist heartbeat.
And is there another Power, another Force, embedded deep within the kindly Wizard's breast; a spherical Energy that gnaws with razor'd teeth and a voracious Hunger that never tires, that never sleeps, and that which is attracted to the sprawling, opened Compassion that seeps through Roland's nose, burnt like scarlet as it drips onto his upper lip.
Dost he reel backward, now, and dost he close his eyes tight. His nose continues to bleed, and dost he grasp at it to lean heavily against that resting log. The delicate veins of Roland's eyes art burst whence they open again, and his brows furrow down for a look of empathetic hurt. "Oh, Gale," breathes he.
"Allyship." He clarifies, one worded and simply put. "We aren't exactly fond and gathered out in the wilds here for a riveting little camping trip." But the Wizard cannot blame the star. He does not know what he doesn't know, and Gale has been less interested in sharing their plight when he has been asked to clarify it.
"I mentioned those tadpoles in our heads, less than pleasant little hitch-hikers. They seem to be connected to a cult, one that wishes a certain ascention upon the world, a godly takeover perhaps. We've been trying to figure out how to remove these parasites and put an end to the proverbial monster on the horizon."
"It is in that quest which we seek more allies. Powerful ones who may help give us a fighting chance."
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eritvita Ā· 2 years ago
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He gawks openly, and nearly drops the mouthful of his chewed piece of cookie. ā€œTwelve years?ā€ sputters Roland, voice smothered by his food. ā€œAnd thou hast cut short? Entirely? Thou hast been driven and direct for this past week, and then deliberate in thine movements and plans; thou art extraordinary in thine determination, Cullen,ā€ breathes he.
ā€œKnowest I tricks and herbal supplements with which to aide thee,ā€ says he, and wags a finger to aide his intuition. ā€œI– Was I exposed to lyrium in its powdered form a few years gone, and a year grafted onto its need for energy and terrible means. ā€˜Twere Orlais,ā€ says Roland, as if thus informs, and fears in a mouse’s weight for that shared addiction of vulnerable threads. He shrugs. ā€œThou must eat, in firstly. Thine body ā€˜twill reject it. Thine nights will sweat and thy nightmares will come; none couldst I stop scratching,ā€ shares he bashfully, and this egregious Topic, e’en spoken so openly, hast Roland’s pointed ears to burn.
ā€œAnd, verily, ā€˜pon the risk of overexerting thine Friendship and wishfulness to make amiable my company, I will aide thee,ā€ says he, as thus in a truest finality. He winks. ā€œAs this ā€˜aged fool’ is impossibly beautiful, and sacred and passionate with which to speak. I wilt exhaust the great Library of my Poetry in my goal to remind thee, Cullen, and to believe me,ā€ vows Roland softly, and deigns to eat at another cookie.
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Cullen takes a few sips more, watching curiously as the other continues to shift about in that bag of his. "It is not that I have neglected to eat or rest, it's just-" The man is cut off as a bundle of sweets is removed from the pouch, a bit of a surprise upon that of the Commander's features.
As good as they looked, the man was worried. Not that he didn't think Roland was a good cook, nay, it was just the fact that everything sounded horrible to his stomach. Tasted of ash and dirt due to the substances detoxing out of his body. But, knowing that it would make Roland feel much more at ease, the ex-templar took a bite and chewed small portions.
"I am going on day ten." Informs the man as he flexes his free hand some. "After almost twelve years of consistent use." That last part is hard to bite out. "I stopped using it completely. I dare not risk using possibly tampered lyrium so...I just ceased use all together. No weaning. No lessening the dose...none at all or ever again." Taking a deep inhale, Cullen would close his eyes, thinking back on the day of his joining. But his body almost jolts at the idea of going back. Those red, twisted creatures they saw in Haven. It killed him to know that that's what could have happened to him at any point.
"No...no you've already helped me so much, especially now." He motions to the sweet within one and the skein held safely in the other. "I shouldn't ask of any more of your time after this...I'm sure there are other things you'd rather be doing than sitting with an aged fool." Of course he was hard on himself. He had to be better than those before him. He had to be.
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