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LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE. ( tagged by @lghtforce, tyty! if u see it and want to do it 👍👍 pop off )

01. my manic & i / laura marling.

and since last that we parted / last that I saw him down by a river silent and hardened / morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky / i was just happy, my manic and I / [ . . . ] he couldn't see me, the sun was in his eyes

02. rabbit heart ( raise it up ) / florence + the machine.

this is a gift, it comes with a price / who is the lamb and who is the knife? midas is king and he holds me so tight / and turns me to gold in the sunlight / i look around but I can't find you / if only I could see your face instead of rushing towards the skyline

03. hollow moon / the crane wives.

stars don't look quite right in the darkness / slowly crawling over my skin whispers at the door "let us in, let us in" / i'm a fool / i've been howling at a hollow moon there's something burning in the empty room inside of my head / fill it up with doubt let it in, let it spread

04. the lion's roar / first aid kit.

now the pale morning sings of forgotten things / she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook / the fact that they've been blindly deceived by those who preach and pray and teach / but she falls short and the night explodes in laughter

05. ancient names ( pt. 1 ) / lord huron.

if i can't evade my fate then i won't sit around and wait / a fallen star will be thy bane / i call you by your ancient names / i gotta get away from here ( i'll never see the golden sunrise ) / i gotta get away from her ( if I leave this place alive )

06. ghost lights / woodkid.

waking up in a world surrounded by flames / where everything i liked is about to fade / how could you be the one if you’re not the same / if in the hands of gods you have lost your way / how ever fast i dance to make the sun shine [ . . . ] how ever hard i pray to remake you mine

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❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

@essence-flux-primed, rivals.

it is a foreign concept now — friends. she can recall every one of those that she would deign give the title, & they are so few . all gone now, burned away in the cycle . leona has the Solari followers, those who look to her with reverent eyes, with the Sun's hope reflected in their eyes . there is a distance, to it : her Light reaches but even atop mt. targon, it is not able to be touched, merely basked in . he is not one of her's, though . not one of the more blasphemous who believe being closer to her means to be closer to Her. it gives leona pause in which she actually considers. could they be? he feels quite small compared to rooting out corruption. a distraction which she cannot afford while the moon's light threatens to overstay .

would they have been, though? before Light made it's home in her chest, filled her too full to fit anything else there? perhaps. he is funny, in that boyish way that rakkor peer had been in her village when they — too small for their boots — behaved as though they had already fully grown into them. she'd had helped him, then. to become something great, to burn so bright as they all can beneath Her Light . she mourns what could have been, hypothetical sitting uncomfortably atop broad shoulders . rueful smile, tone longing, almost, ❛ i do not. ❜ she is firm in her resolve. there is no place carved out in her for him, nowhere that he would not merely become fuel to Her fire . better to keep him safe, to remain distant . any closer and he'll catch light . the part of her which survived, though, never to be entirely seared away offers him this : ❛ you are welcome to stay, however. somebody here will have you. ❜

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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❛ Tell me you didn't forget. ❜

@lvnarii / tell me .

she lives closer, so it only makes sense for her to stop by whenever schedule allows . more concerningly, though, is that this morning it doesn't but she'd made her way to small shop anyway & waited patiently, polite smiles and bright conversation despite the pressing weight of day's activities . it's important : leona would've made it through without. diana? likely not. makes sure to send a text that yes, she is on the way, and yes, she is running a little behind, & she ignores, for now, the message from her father because frankly, with steaming cup in one hand and paper bag gripped precariously between the fingers of hand which also holds her phone, it's too much — definitely just for that reason, & not because it has nothing to do with what has been deemed priority number one and does not spark the same eagerness to please .

not too far to go, wouldn't be bothered even if it were : the lethargic sun has begun to rise, tries it's best to break through ever-present clouds . foolishly, & against all facts weather app wants to tell her, leona finds hope in it . maybe it'll manage. or it won't, and all day today like the rest of the season, it'll light diana in it's gray light . that'd be okay . she doesn't look good in it, really — or, she does, but she looks tired, is all. sounds it when leona gets close enough that she doesn't have to raise her voice . even that may have turned out to be too much effort without a pick-me-up.

smile easy though there is sympathy for her existence in the early morning which lies within, ❛ do i ever forget? ❜ ( once, actually — never again ) offered now as proof, a fix all beverage : coffee, diana's equivalent to leona's breaking sun in winter. ❛ here. and i've extras — breakfast. you may just make it through the day. ❜

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high noon leona when i get you .

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@fervonian / high noon + lonesome dreams.

solari heir stands stark against the night, wisp-like butterflies circling slowly 'round . current company notwithstanding, everything plays at her nerves . folk who think their bone to pick with townfolk is worth getting in the way of her's. oddly organized, an awful lot like somebody had been pulling their strings — not very good at it, were they? alone, she'd have been fine . together, they had been ruthless . careful of getting any blood on her boots, harbinger steps above men become simple obstacles. her eyes follow other's gaze when she comes to settle nearby. the woman is correct : something there on the horizon, intangible to vision but it's foul aura taints the air . pensively, she hums out agreement, ❛ always something, ain't it? ❜

& that has proven time and again to be true . sulfur rail carves a path through, leaving it's toxic influence everywhere it goes, it's influence especially heavy here in the west . bandle bay could get rowdy, but out this'a ways? she's never seen such chaos. leona is a lady devoted to her cause, though : protect her home, those closest . she is grateful for the help she has received. her posture, always prim & correct, is welcoming, an invitation to the other for continued partnership, ❛ reckon it'll be findin' us soon enough — oughta rest before we ain't able to. ❜ a moment in which she picks her brain for a name. finds nothing there so it's her well practiced cordiality, a warm smile, ❛ you got a place to stay 'round here, miss? ❜

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❛ what ? no way, tell me how you did that. ❜ ft. the most excitable jinx. round eyes, mouth popped open, the whole works. + whatever verse u feel like throwing them in !

@f1shbnes / 🐈🦁

there had been peace here, once. not again since cat had ended her prowling and pounced. it is a usually calming routine : she gets up with the sun, prepares their food for the day, then meets bear for the gym . but every step she takes this morning, she has to be overly aware of not tripping over company which perches too close, hovers around and over shoulders, face finding and sticking into anything that might have a smell . there is irritation that seeps into her tone when she answers endless questions — she still removes jinx's crust before putting bread in toaster. lightly, lion bumps other with her shoulder, urging her to move so she can get to the fridge .

eggs, then, because protein is important for all of them, not just secret gym club members . she has to double check the heat on stovetop, always does when cat is near, had heard the tell-tale sounds of it being adjusted while she'd hunted through all the chaos of a shared space for a carton . one hand to turn heat back down, another used to crack egg with practiced ease into a mixing bowl . she's mid through the next one when she's beset upon . loses her composure, a bit, because do what? so it's an instinctual, rather genuine, ❛ with my hands? ❜ that comes out of her first .

on second thought, though, & with big eyes still staring her down . . . it might be good for jinx to learn something. use all that pestering, buzzing energy towards some form of self-improvement . maybe she'll wind up regretting it ( has that familiar sinking feeling ) but rather than cracking what's in hand, she offers it between two fingers, ❛ you try. it's easy. ❜

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these are the leona's of all time btw .

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anyway i'm not surprised at all that leona betrays diana on top of the mountain . her life had been built around rigidity . around teachings which distinctly said different to what she's shown when she becomes aspected . you take twenty plus years of heavy handed expectations, of Solari's iron teachings, and add onto that the doubt / guilt that had already been festering ( due to diana's influence ), it makes sense for leona, somebody who has always lived under a heavy blanket of structure to then in a moment of forced change / unbecoming to seek out something familiar in Solari's walls.

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@lvnarii / cont. !

something was amiss . not with her, but with her counterpart. spotted even from a great distance , familiar as she is, that she was not as quick . what choice had she been left with aside from to become so herself, swift pointed blows to subdue rather than scare off. to leave her would have been cruel . to the mountain's beasts, though they could scarce do much, or to the other creatures, mortals who would see harm done rather than enlightenment. so leona had hefted her upwards, taken her the only place safe .

dark had fallen, but in the small room there is light : her's, which radiates from armor, skin, & then the candles, lit within glass frames that hang at varying heights . her siblings and parents are gone, a fine dust has settled anywhere it could touch . she finds herself off put by it ? never thought diana would be here. it would not have been allowed . perhaps though, she had dreamed something picturesque for them, & still does of a quiet intimacy . it has her hand drawn close to push away hair knocked stray, strands which insult familiarity with the other's appearance. leona has seen her red, flushed, variable circumstances which lead to that result but never has she felt diana hot without the Sun's Light on her skin.

again, something is wrong. leona herself has never fallen ill : not since that night on the mountain, & even before that no disease had been enough to down her like this . she's pondering on it with brows furrowed, fingers lingering in hair untrussed when she's caught . her retreat is immediate . as though she has been burned, a sensation which she has never considered negative until it was by diana's tongue . what is she to say? to diana . to the Sun when she faces it in the Dawn . she cannot readily admit that she has betrayed it . cannot acknowledge weakness.

she has little to say for herself in the end, chooses avoidance, ❛ you're sick. ❜

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—I am fun (?)

[dawnzeniths]

* leona's family / general character in relation to them out of rise with me .

a temple instructor to old friends — her parents likely studied at the same temple leona did & left an impression enough then, as they do now ( seemingly frequent donations )

your work, as always, is sublime ( . . . ) see your lanternglass at work — leona's father works with glass to house lights & often makes donations .

i do understand that caring for two young children makes that difficult — leona has younger siblings???

she has taken to tutoring ( . . . ) vocabulary and verb tenses — leona is very sharp intellectually but she's humble enough to help other's rather than run them into the ground with it . she's kind

i know you would be proud — a general sense that her parent's opinion does matter, even in the eyes of higher ups . probably because since youth leona has been so readily & easily devoted to the Sun & it's always been expected she'll be among the Ra’Horak . likely temple instructors have known of / personally of her longer than she's been in proper training .

leona denied any such interest in the other girl — demolished lmao this has nothing to do with leona's family it just makes me giggle.

overly focused on achievement and will miss opportunities to delight in the Sun's gifts — probably due to pressure from her parents / the effects of having grown up under it because leona herself notes in her own journal : * I don't want people to think I am uptight— I am fun (?) . don't think she knows what fun is / how to readily have it just for a lack of experience in being . Just a person and not a devotee .

it is my hope that you will speak with her on this matter — her parents clearly are in close cahoots with her instructors / entirely agree with their approach to guiding her path because, as asked, they do bring it up to her, she writes about it in her journal : * my parents might be in attendance and they want me to be more social .

dayblessed leona / Leaders in Her Light / how better to secure your future — a clear indication that they value leona's position as a worshipper of Her Light, perhaps more than they care for any personal strife she faces as a person .

hindered by such earthly mischief — piggybacking off the last one, leona probably doesn't get to just be . there's always weight, expectations . but the implication is that leona falters during her skirmishes because she's upset diana yelled at her, which her parents boil down to impediments to simply overcome.

crossed out text / i'm not sending this letter — leona can't be honest with her parents :)))) because diana doesn't fit into their vision for her rising to expectations :)) because it's always been about her being of the Sun rather than her being happy as a person :)) thanks for coming out .

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PROMPTS FROM "LONESOME DREAMS" BY LORD HURON *  assorted lines from the album, adjust as necessary

i'm gonna see where it leads.

would you follow me?

there's a world that was meant for our eyes to see.

i'm gonna whistle a tune.

please don't say i'm going alone.

i'm ready to die for you.

what good is living a life you've been given if all you do is stand in one place?

i'm still gonna try.

i guess i'm going alone.

it's time to run.

they'll string me up for all that i've done.

i'm going soon, gonna leave tonight.

i did it all for you.

what's a man to say?

they'll be looking for me.

i should be on my way.

i will not ask for your forgiveness.

lower your defense.

please don't tell them where i went.

i feel i should know this place.

what am i destined to be?

it's a mystery.

please don't leave me alone.

can it be as real as it seems?

i'm going away for a long time.

she's in my every thought.

she left no trace.

when i last saw her, she was dancing alone.

i'll search the world until there's no place left to go.

i remember the fateful day when i ran away.

you told me i couldn't return.

you made me swear i'd never forget.

i made a vow i'd see you again.

i've been running a long, long time.

i can't seem to leave it behind.

we're all gonna die.

i love this world and i don't wanna leave it.

they say that death is a deal that you cannot refuse.

i love you, and i don't want to lose you.

i want to be the man that lives forever.

my life's better when we're together.

why can't our story just go on forever?

they say life without end wouldn't have any meaning.

the point of my life is to be with you, baby.

where have you been, darling?

what have you done?

you were out finding trouble again.

there's blood on your hands.

come inside and lie down to sleep.

rest awhile. they're coming for you.

there's a price to be paid for the things that we do.

dream of when you were innocent.

this kind of trouble won't just go away.

lay down your head, and i'll sing you to sleep.

how long have i known you?

some kind of trouble is coming.

i will stand by you.

i've shared my life with you.

you say we're not like the others.

all things must end.

i know we can't stop what's coming.

will you fight with me?

don't turn away.

don't tell me that we're not the same.

our time will come, but not today.

i stand beside you. i'm with you 'til the end.

you've been done for a long, long time.

you've been on my mind.

you are the purest soul i've ever known in my life.

you know where you can find me again.

when you left, i was far too young.

i would wait for a thousand years.

you just let me know that you're coming home, and i'll wait for you.

years have gone by, but the pain is the same.

you are my protector and my best friend.

they say you're gone, and that i should move on.

how do they know? well, they don't.

i can't trust anyone or anything these days.

if you are who you say you are, then show your face.

your voice... it sounds familiar.

you are not what you seem.

i've decided if it kills me, i'll find out what you're about.

i'm not afraid to die.

i've kept close watch upon you and i don't like what i see.

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good morning ☀️

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❛ the lunari have built their faith on lies, & you think to call me misguided? ❜ over & over, they fight the same battle . it does not end in polished presentations or warm gratitude anymore . instead it is her sword drawn, the Sun always first to rise . leona tries not to look closely at pale moonlight anymore : it only makes something burn in her, heat scorching her throat until she is silent . oftentimes, like this one, she turns eyes skyward ( is it in her best interest, truly, if it reveals her neck? diana finds it often anyway ) . she watches a cloud slowly roll by, hears as embers lick hotly at wounds which reopen whenever Sun meets Moon . try as It might to cauterize them —

leona finds no answers that she has not spoken before there, so it is a familiar one instead to release a bit of churning heat, ❛ peace cannot be housed within false pillars. they will only crumble & serve to hurt those blind enough to think their shelter safe. ❜ finally, her eyes fall. silver caught in her gaze does not make her any less ready, only serves for Her to rise within, rage which leona swallows down . one last try, voice projected boldly despite how raw it has begun to feel, ❛ the shroud of night has fallen over you, diana — you are lost. ❜ a step closer, heel digging into earth . her shield adjusted, expecting . ❛ let me lead you from it. ❜ 'please' is burned from her tongue before it reaches the cool air .

@dawnzeniths is being ganked by... diana!

why cannot she not see, that there can be more than this? desperation melts inside of her chest, frustration and disappointment breeding an inevitable sense of heaviness inside. why does she allow herself to be so limited? imbued only in what she knew, scared to step out and see what else there was? leona basked in the sunlight, stared into its glorious light, and it blinded her. yet diana cannot help but extend a hand, again and again, even if she knows the inevitable fate between them. she would continue to chase the sun, round and round again, to beg for its recognition, for it to acknowledge her as an equal. there was no other way. this was the roles they were doomed to face. no longer could they just be two girls, sneaking between lessons in a simpler time.

"you're misguided!" oratory arguments in classrooms had been easier to stay focused on the evidence laid out, only leona can draw out that of which is more personal. diana's gaze darkens as she watches her the sun reach for the blade she carries, but does not immediately move for her own, feet shifting to widen her stance. many had fallen at her blade, but never her. "the solari wish to eradicate others from the heavens, not unite them." why did either one of them have to stay chained to the traditions that existed eons before? the pull inside of her has its own demands: she would not bend a knee, would make no move for change first, distrust and disbelief fully filling every fiber of her being. "you can be different, better, than those before."

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❝ you can control the light, too ! were your powers also forced upon you early into your young-adulthood ? ❞ — dagger

@lghtforce / unprompted.

her brow raises . since she was young, she had taken to the Sun , yearned for it's warmth . her childhood spent basking in it, never to be harmed even the harshest of days : Her Light left kissed skin where it had touched rather than angry red . her parents had always smiled when they found her sat outside rather than in during the more sweltering days, one's that even her longest devoted could not stand sometimes, & in their prideful gazes she felt warmth . they were Blessed to be beneath Her, & she is Blessed to have been chosen. so she shakes her head firmly, not at the insinuation that she controls the Light, which she does not ( it wields her, a weapon ), but at the idea the phrasing which makes it sound as though it was not wanted .

she above all else has always wanted to be worthy . nobody . . . nothing else matters . ❛ i accepted Her Light when She offered it, ❜ the burn had been agonizing , but she had stayed awake, aware . it could not have been forced if she was present & willing for whatever She had planned . in Her intense heat, leona could think of little else aside from her devotion . it is certainly that which led to her being chosen. ❛ it was a gift. ❜

'too' urges her to inquire, ❛ your's were . . . forced? ❜ it is heretical at all to imply, the words taste bitter & sound skeptical. she is misguided and in need of perspective. leona will give her time, however, to correct herself : sometimes people simply do not know the right words, they misspeak and clarity is lost . there was a time she needed help, too, to adequately describe her dedication.

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taric is an enigma to her : life, and love, and beauty but none of Her light imbues him . she does not think of him often, does not like how abrasive her feels against her faith, but does tolerate him . & this man, his — friend? lover? leona does not know anything but the broad strokes of him . she decides to treat him cordially . if taric had trusted him enough to mention her, and by name at that, then by all rights she probably can as well. worst case she becomes something to run from, as well. but the solari are not naturally violent left unchallenged . she is not when ancient being quiets & allows her to be more her than it.

❛ you are safe. ❜ she assures him as they navigate upwards. not far to a small encampment, separate from anything that would be compromising if unwieldly company found it's way in. leona thinks further of his connection, though — the protector cares for him, but still he feels the need to run? she huffs in amusement . ❛ it seems we are not on equal footing since taric has taken it upon himself to introduce me but not you — ❜ she steps up what she knows to be quite a difficult foothold for those unaccustomed to the mountain . she pauses, turns with back to the sun, & offers him an armored hand .

she could ask his name . if he has any true plans being here. but she is instead intrigued : how come one becomes good at fleeing when they could settle? a life of relative comfort & ease, she is certain taric would give it to him here upon the mountain . from up here, leona thinks she might see it, something familiar there : the urge to chase, to tear self asunder . but in his case what for? ever direct, ❛ why have you become good at running? ❜

The past was what had kept him going; but at the same time, it was what held him back. His determination and delusion of his parents being out there somewhere was more of a hindrance to him than Ezreal would ever realize. His hope, while admirable, was a double edged sword, for he did not want to grasp at the reality of what their fates truly were. Running from the truth—he did that just as well as running from physical perpetrators that would be on his tail often. Regardless of it was physically or mentally, running was all he knew he could do; and he used hope as a catalyst.

Sometimes, it creeps at him and grips around his lungs, his heart, his mind. Ezreal keeps himself busy with new adventures for a reason; and thought he comes to Targon time to time to take a break from the creeping thoughts when he cannot distract himself much longer; to be in the presence of Taric, who always seemed to calm him and ease his mind—He was here now, with Leona, instead.

His mind twists and it turns; he thinks of them often. It hurts, and it makes it hard to breathe, some days; but Leona’s words make an amused huff leave the young explorer. “I’ve gotten good at it, though. Running, I mean.” He grins; masking his tiredness—his mental exhaustion from his demons.

“Taric’s talked about you a few times.” He moves to follow her, not interested in what the mountain could do to him while he was alone. “That means I’m in good hands…right?”