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tippingthehourglass:

Hour laughed, offering the other witch a seat. “It’s nice to see you, Radana, it’s been a while. What are you doing out here, though? You know if you needed any of the local herbs I could have just shipped them to you.”

“Oh, you know how I like to see my friends.  I was in the area anyway.”  Radana sat down, tilting her head curiously at the witch in front of her.  “So what has the great Hour been doing these days?”

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Reblog or repost and fill out the form all about what your muse would/wouldn’t be brave enough to do. Then tag any friends you’d like to see do it as well! Note that some of these aren’t smart things to do (don’t use Ouija boards or try getting into the Dark Web, bruh) but in this case, bravery and risk are both included.

My muse would …

[x] Spend the night in a haunted building [x] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [x] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway [x] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [x] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [x] Touch a dangerous exotic animal [x] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them (honestly only two ppl she’d do this for on this planet earth lol) [x] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [x] Spend a night in the woods alone [x] Witness (or join) Perform a seance [  ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone [x] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one no light [x] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [x] Spend the night in a cemetery [x] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls (she’d burn them tbh) [x] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [  ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom [x] Use or accept a powerful magic spell [  ] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [x] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [x] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [x] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [  ] Use a Ouija board (if she wanna talk to demons, she’ll call Stefan back) [  ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave [x] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [x] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [x] Go walking late at night, alone [x] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered [  ] Go surfing on the Dark Web [  ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [x] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [x] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top [x] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [x] Touch a supposedly cursed object [x] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [x] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [  ] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night. 

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tippingthehourglass:

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“You know, I heard you were in town. Don’t tell me you weren’t going to drop in and say hello.”

“Oh, I would have gotten around to it eventually, my friend.  You know how I adore comparing notes with you.”

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theseeliesoldier:

He watches her in the stillness, finding his as he waits for her to answer. There is a solemn acceptance towards rejection. It had been decades, at least a century since he was privy to the delicacies of.. intimacy, at lost in such a new time that he did not hold the power to learn. And yet she still brings in a hope in her answer, though the warmth of her magic simmers low, he braces against the soft smile set against his lips, her touch welcomed. 

“Next, we secure the portals,” Sabriel chuckles to himself, her curiosity was always one to rival the greatest of scientists. He is taken back to her teachings, meditation being a foundation for many of her curious questions when silence would only fill her mind with wonder. Then again, why could he fault her? Her and any creature born of their mother’s womb to perish soon after, they needed to learn all the answers to the universe within that time, unless they had chose to come back and try again… But she remained, even extending her life. He wondered for how long. 

With a slow nod he turned his attention just behind her, lost in his thoughts, “There is only one Portal Walker left, apart from his son, I will look into dealing with him to find the source of our troubles, beyond such thoughts, we can only wait and prepare what we can.”

There is some warmth about him that he seemed to carry, something she’d like to take with her when he departs.  It’s there, written in small glyphs, surrounded by others that make the pieces of him.  Her own warmth is foreign, feigned almost, stolen from others over the years.  Not her own.  His is genuine and she wonders if he’s spied a difference as well. Blinking, she realizes she’d be staring as he spoke and turns to what lays on the table instead.  She listens, despite having watched him seconds earlier, catching the smile that had snuck upon her lips.  Something about a portal and the walkers---Radana glances back up at him.  A portal walker.  And his son.  Perhaps it’s just a coincidence.  But probably not.   “Preparations are what I do best.  In the meantime, I’ll wait for whatever information you come back with.”  This time, there is a smirk lining her lips.  “I have a few warding spells that may be useful.”  A pause.  She considers him, wondering a great deal of things.  If he still sees the student or perhaps a capable witch.  She doesn’t see the teacher, but a humbled Dryad with quiet power.  “Before you leave, will you have something to drink with me?”

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gretaphasmatosmartin:

“You were asked?” Greta felt lightheaded and grabbed onto a nearby seat, slipping into it before her legs gave out on her. She bowed her body forward dropping her head between her shoulder to get the blood flowing in an effort to maintain consciousness.

“Have I ever been disloyal to you!? Why would you go being my back and send that creature to my home!?” Have I ever failed you, Greta? She wanted to laugh. “That strange Thing with no warning! Did you even think, Radana!” Greta hadn’t noticed she dropped the prefix she usually used to address the witch as a sign of her southern upbringing and manners for her elders. That couldn’t come into account when it involved her son. On this matter, they would be considered equals (if that).

She had a growing suspicion the person who’s asked Radana’s help had been that coward Liam. If it was true wouldn’t that just take the cake. 

“You, gather up that Dryad or whatever the fuck that thing is parked in front of my door and you tell … WHOEVER ASKED YOU that we don’t need their help. And we don’t need yours if its delt in subterfuge. Do you understand me, Ms. Radana?”

Honestly, she was befuddled at the whole thing.  What exactly was she mad about?  Not telling her or Sabriel being brought in?  Or just the idea of protecting them in general?  She wasn’t going to waste energy trying to decipher it, however.  After all, what was the point? Radana had intentions to carry out what she had promised and if Greta didn’t like it, that was going to be her problem, she supposed. All she could do was raise an eyebrow at the witch in front of her.  In all their time together, Greta had never raised her voice at her.  She weighed the reaction in search for her own.  There wasn’t much offense, Radana found.  Just confusion.  So she cocked her head to the side, listening quietly.  The fury there, ripe in the air, and Radana snatched it, processing.  The root of all anger was fear and something much like it was there, burrowed under the heat.   “It’s late, Greta,” Radana stood from her seat at the table.  “I’ve never questioned your loyalty.  I will be protecting your family, close or from afar.  As for Sabriel, the thing?”  Radana gave her a bit of a disappointed look.  “Would I send a monster to your door?  Enough.  If you don’t wish to see him, that is fine.  But if you truly believe I will stand by to see this family harmed, then I suppose you never quite knew me.” Radana picked up her teacup from the table and set it on the counter, turning back to Greta.  This was tiresome.  While she’d love to steal the emotions simply there, buzzing around her, she wanted sleep.  There was something coming and this was far too much dramatics as far as she was concerned.  Perhaps she should tell her.  Explain.  But it seemed all pointless now.  Radana waved a hand and shook her head.   “I trust Sabriel.  He knew me before I took on the purpose.  If you will not deal with him, deal with me.”  Radana sighed.  “Now rest, Greta.  Be with your son and decide what is best for him.”

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gretaphasmatosmartin:

“That is sick! Okay, I-we don’t need that kind of help. And what’s with all this sneaking around? Why didn’t you come talk to me!?”

Radana narrows her eyes, for a few moments after Greta’s outburst.  Truth is: she hadn’t thought about Greta’s feelings on the matter.  They were to be protected.  Whether Greta is opposed to the idea or not, it hadn’t occurred to her.  Now faced with that consequence, Radana can only stare, blinking and nearly emotionless.   (Pride, a voice says, because you wanted to do it alone.) “Yes, I should have.  He will be under my protection.  I was asked to protect you all.  Have I ever failed you, Greta?”

“Or is temporary refuge all you seek?  Allow me to protect him.”

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"Ms. Radana you sent a fae to my house? For my son!"

“More of a Dryad, Greta.  He has charged himself to protect him, as I have.”

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💏 Dom/Radana

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8. in secrecy

They’re celebrating something.  She’s forgotten exactly what because it’s her fourth glass of wine and everyone else is preoccupied with something or other.  She just knows that there is quite a lot of people in her home and Dom has taken over being host.  Radana gave up about an hour and a half ago, reaching her limit for social gatherings.  Heading to the hallway, wine glass in hand, she thinks about how soft her bed must feel right now.  Or a warm shower.  She tips over for a moment, leaning on the wall to steady herself and sighs out.  A hand grasps her wrist then and she whips her head around, already furious.  And it’s him.  Of course.  She scoffs, tearing herself from his grip.  “You’re wanted elsewhere, Dominik.”“People are going home,” he murmurs and she hates him for how patient he sounds.  “Let me help.”It’s been affecting her too much lately.  Despite how much he hasn’t been around, his emotions come off as waves, concentrated and forceful.  It’s supposed to be evened out but it doesn’t feel that way recently.  She had given her emotions away to the dust of the earth but he offers his own.  Dominik and his bleeding heart.  “Help with what, Dominik?” she asks, taking another sip of her wine and realizes that she’s finished it.  “Go, be with our friends.  I need sleep.”“Radana---”Cutting her eyes to him, it’s quiet then, there in that hallway.  She doesn’t want to hear it anymore.  She’s tired of this world.  The routines.  It’s the same purpose.  It dawns upon her that this is the longest he’s stayed with her at a time.  Usually, he’d run off, hide away for a couple years and come back.  He’s staying because of---She steps closer.  He steps back.  Another step but he’s still this time, looking down at her with kind eyes.  Too kind for what she’s done.  Will do.  Leaning up, she kisses him, gently and tiredly.  As if it’s a resignation of some kind.  She doesn’t give him the chance to respond, moving away and patting him on the chest before walking down the hallway.  “Good night, Dominik.”It felt more like a goodbye.

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theseeliesoldier:

“Spare me some time.”

Sabriel turns back to her, finding that hand, still set in his memories as such a small thing, but as he looks at her… She is no longer a child, he is reminded. And it was her spirit, her voice that woke him from that restless sleep so long ago that was still much of a blink of his eye. She had pulled him from the sorrow of his late wife, the pain of seeing his charges fall under the settler’s sickness, she had shown him hope in just the small tenderness of a child, remaining with her through her adolescence and young adult. But even then… she was a child, warming that old, tired heart. And here she was again, pouring life and optimism into those old bones of his. 

But she was no longer a child. 

His voice softens, squeezing her hand gently, accepting the not so quiet power remaining still in the expanse of her palms. “Please, if just for a little while.” 

Radana stills as he captures her hand, glancing down to it and back to him.  His hand was still larger than she remembered it to be; it was she who had changed.  He remained the same man from before; good-natured and grounded.  She hadn’t noticed her magic buzzes around her, excitedly, until he spoke again and she blinked.  Her magic returned to the easy flow it had before and she nodded, moving closer.   (She’ll blame it on Dominik’s emotions later; whatever he’s been feeling lately, it’s rubbed off on her.) “For a while,” she agrees, quietly and with her other hand, she skims over his knuckles, daring to touch the surface of the magic that had helped mold hers so long ago.  Flicking her gaze back up to his, she has the thought to ask him why.  But she may already know.  “After you plant the spell, what is next?”

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theseeliesoldier:

“I do not expect for you to remain far from my side, Lady,” Sabriel responds after a while, holding the shared look longer than anticipated before he turns back to the work at hand, opening the box to place the claw in its special compartment. “But this is for the young family, and the boy. I mean to hide them should our efforts drain or…” His brows furrowed, pushing away the memory of his fallen brethren, his dying charges- no… this time he will not fail, this time there will be an enemy of flesh and bone. “We will need to place it around their place of residency or a safe house.”

There’s a glimmer of a smile before he turns away, back to his work.  Unexpected.  Perhaps she had been taking too much from Dominik if there was a strange flutter in her chest.  Or maybe it was seeing him after so long; old memories accompany old feelings, after all.  Noglostia, then.  Radana’s brow furrowed to the faulter in his tone, however.  Almost out of habit, she searches the space where his magic resides.  Turning back as he offers his resolve, Radana nods, this time allowing the smile to spread.  

“We will not fail.” A hand on his forearm, reassuring as she meant it, but only for a few moments.  “In the end, you will see.”  Stepping back to give him room to work, the witch smooths out the cardigan around her shoulders.  “Then I will get ready to go.”

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theseeliesoldier:

He uses two fingers to trace the outline of a sigil over the sack, clearing it of the beasts own protective magic before slowly opening the bag. “It is was plagues my mind these days, yes,” Sabriel sighs, his typical soft demeanor darkens for a time, “I do not wish to see more needless bloodshed… they are all much too young.” He turns to meet her gaze, “And it is in our youth that we fear nothing.”

“Young they are,” Radana murmurs, watching as he prepared for the spell.  He’s looking at her then.  He’s turned solemn, as if he knows what awaits them.  He fears their deaths.  Radana thinks to tell him she does not, for she had made a promise.  She has always kept promises.  “When will you use the spell?  Depending on where you are, you may need someone with you to perform a protective barrier to execute the spell.”

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theseeliesoldier:

“I have a few tricks up my own sleeve, The Lady Radana,” Sabriel chuckled, tilting his head downwards in a slight bow before pulling a medium sized box from his cloak and setting it on her table. “I am working on a silencing tome.”

“I do not doubt that,” Radana says, stepping beside him, placing the desired item, wrapped within a small burlap sack, upon the table.  “A silencing tome?  You are preparing for what lies ahead then.”

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“After Midnight” by Jack Vettriano

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plan a romance novel to find out which greek muse you are ( repost, don’t reblog )

You got: Melpomene

The Muse of Tragedy – When it comes to romance novels, you like high drama and deep emotion. Tortured heroes, tragic backstories, lovers reaching for one another across the wild pain of an empty world…the more drama, the more heartbreak, the more satisfying the eventual happy ending will be.

tagging: anyone who knows they supposed to do their laundry today

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theseeliesoldier:

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“Did you yet find it?”

“Of course.  Tell me, why would one Dryad need a claw of a Qalupalik?”

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Luka x Camilla

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1. goodmorning

It’s not something he meant to do, honestly.  It feels like an old habit, despite how it’s really not at all.  Just something that felt right in that moment.  He had been out, getting coffees for them, bundled up in his scarf and coat.  He comes through her kitchen door, spying her there and grinning almost instantly.  He had gotten hot chocolate for Jonah.  The little girl got a bit pressed when he had come through the door with nothing for her but a dollar bill before.  “Hey,” he breathes out, as if he had ran here.  “Got you something.”  He brushes past Cam, intending to set down the beverages to take off his coat but he stops himself to kiss her cheek.  The action doesn’t surprise him until moments later, when he’s setting down the drinks and taking off his scarf.  Thankfully, he’s not facing her and clears his throat.  “So, I got you an Americano, hope that’s okay.”Yep, ignoring that will be just fine.  

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