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A man’s no better than the pain he’s caused to the people he loves and what he’s willing to do to set it right.

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She hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage and said, “Why?” She thought he understood her meaning: Why her? Why save her, and now try to rescue her? She had guessed at the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

He stared at her for the longest while, and then, in a low, hard voice, he said, “You know why.”

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Gijs Blom as Prince Viridian in The Letter for the King (2020)

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❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

How his heart did ache, setting ablaze at her statement. Facial features turned hard, angry. How could she even assume he didn’t want what they had back ? Did she honestly think he felt nothing for her after all this time ? Emotions strong enough could not be forgotten and neither would the time spent talking with Nasuada as he was kept, prisoner. Lips mashed into a firm line as he pointed a finger in her direction, ❝ Is that what you really think, my Q U E E N ? That I have lost my feelings for you ? If anything, while in exile, I find it hard to forget the time well spent. You, the only one E V E R  there for me in my time of need and I the same for you. My feelings for you will  N E V E R  disappear no matter the distance I travel. Do you understand, Nasuada ? ❞ Her name a slip of the tongue — how it was decadent to his very soul. Thorn had to suffer such sad thoughts, if not annoying loving ones, of his relationship with the Queen of the Varden.

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Roran: So here's the tea.

Nasuada: For the last time, it's called a "mission report".

Roran: ...Do you want the tea or not?

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why are the swords black ? I’m simply lazy

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Gijs Blom as Prince Viridian in The Letter For The King

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NASUADA - LADY NIGHTSTALKER - the inheritance cycle

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Duckie Thot for Pat McGrath METALMORPHOSIS 005

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@drochrud​

                     ＇Ｉｆ    Ｉ   ｈａｄ   ｔｏ   ｃｈｏｏｓｅ   ａｎｙｏｎｅ   ｉｔ＇ｄ   ｂｅ   ｙｏｕ．＇

She’s speechless the tongue tied between teeth’s and her only response to his words are tears shed in silence. She cannot nor will not say anything, she dares not. Why would he say such things? she’s tied, tortured and at the mercy of Galbatorix and him and yet Murtagh comes each night to heal her and tonight he’s drunk enough that she can smell the alcohol in his skin.  He pours his soul into her and she listen she can’t do anything else besides listening, the shackles burn her skin and yet Nasuada doesn’t move an inch from where she is her heart throbbing, there’s a duality in her mind. The torn feelings of hate and pity. To long for something, to forgive but despite it all resent and have a desire for vengeance, she bites her bottom lip hard enough to surely make herself bleed pain is better than the battle of conscience. 

       in the cold embrace of darkness in the cell she shares with her own mind and the’demons’ who come to torment her Nasuada moves just a bit, her hand trembles and touches Murtagh’s arm. “If what you say is true...” she holds the words in her mouth long enough to make them mean something “Free me” the last phrase felt like a release or more so like a wish. To be free... away from this hellish place.

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            Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ?!

ind. rp blog for Murtagh Morzansson from the Inheritance Cycle. heavily book based / head-canon based. Read rules and about before interacting with ! / Written by P. / c

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“Stars and books and flowers. I go on dreaming –”

— Rosalía de Castro, tr. by Kate Flores from “They Say That Plants Don’t Talk,”

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This solitude is my home.

Rosalía de Castro, tr. by Kate Flores from “Now All That Sound of Laughter,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Nasuada’s wardrobe.

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    @drochrud​                               ＇ｙｏｕ      ｋｎｏｗ         ｗｈｙ．＇

The words slip from his mouth and her heart dance she can heart it, feel it.                   badum,badum, badum she hated it, the way her knees would grow weak with just those gentle’s words. she hated it to the point to bit her lips and bleed, she hated it so badly and yet. She longed for it, for the way his brows would arch or the smudge grin on his face, the scars, the deep voice, the gleam of his eyes. Nasuada swallows hard and she feels her body shaking, her hands now fists and knuckles becoming white. She knows how to bury her rage, her love, her sadness.    around them the city burns, there’s chaos and screams and fire and in that hellish landscape she is aware for the first time of her own emotions, her feelings toward a man who tortured her, burn her, cut part of her she never knew she had. Twisted feelings she wish to vanish but holds to them like they were some beacon.        Don’t get her wrong, she understand the circumstances of Murtagh, knows them well and is intelligent enough to separate that, yet her pride cannot forgive, the people under her rule won’t forgive and even if he saved her in more than one way. She must not succumb to sentimentalism. She holds her tears and bites her lip until she had enough, this was worse that when she faced the trial of knives. He was opening his heart to her, showing her with few words what he felt and yet the varden leader finds no other words than. “is this a goodbye, then?”

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Skin + Eyes

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you are special. you are valuable. you are an asset to the rpc. you are loved. you are important. you matter. don't forget that.

    Who ever send this, thank you so much and I am so sorry to be so late in replying.  You are also valuable and loved and important.