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the perfect couple

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“The night itself wanted to touch her,”

— Peter Redgrove, from “Water-Witch, Wood-Witch, Wine-Witch,” wr. c. 1968

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“My words to you are only winter roses, a pale perfection wherein silence grieves, above a vivid agony of leaves. But winter roses have a bitter beauty, a bravery unblossomed dissolutely, a loveliness still virginal in decay,”

— Eda Lou Walton, from “Winter Roses,” written c. December 1924

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art by: Belethi

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Once a blood elf… always a blood elf?

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F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned

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F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

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Serpenti Caduceo.

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phleg·mat·ic

/fleɡˈmadik/

adjective (of a person) having an unemotional and stolidly calm disposition. 

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Silent dwells / By your mouth the autumn moon,

Georg Trakl, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from Poems; “Transfiguration,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Rosario Castellanos, from The Selected Poems; “The Wailing Wall,” c. 1958

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No regrets. ☼\☠\♥

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“Ariadevyn’s personality is…”

A low laugh trickles out from the side of his mouth as his glance averts for a brief moment. The rogue, seemingly considering the question for a second or two, eventually brings his gaze back.

“…eager. Passionate. It is apparent she finds thrill in the heat of battle; it is also apparent that she loves a good bottle of arcwine.” Another laugh (somewhat coupled with a sigh). “She can be arrogant and rash at moments. At other times, she is strong and disciplined. Passion is quite a force to be reckoned with.”

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A release of breath drags tight alongside his lazy grin.

“She is… viciously effective. That is of no surprise though, yes? She is thousands of years old and has had more than enough time to develop her skills. And they have been refined,” he hums, a shallow nod dipping his chin. “They seem to be shining even further when at the side of our newest recruit. The only area in which she seems to stumble requires familiarity with what was once considered ‘the outside.’ There are some intricacies of combat that can only be understood through exposure to other races, other cultures…”

He shrugs, still looking pleasant as ever.

“That will come with time.”

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His eyebrow drifts upwards, a slow and taut smirk cutting at his lips. There isn’t much amusement in his gaze, however.

“I imagine you are seeking answers worthy of a sensationalist newsletter,” he murmurs. “An answer that doesn’t contain the sort of reply I already gave to your previous inquiry regarding romantic potential with one of my people. Since you seem so intent on it, I will again humor you with an answer other than my standard professional reply.”

He draws in a slow breath, and then - with gaze drifting away before returning with a languid blink - releases the captured inhalation in a quick breath.

“I do not believe that consideration of courtship would fare very well. We are both strong in our beliefs, though we demonstrate them differently. Having such a desire to see our visions put to action would only make things volatile with unpleasantness; such difficulty would only be furthered by my current station as the Evocatus. That fiery nature, though…”

He offers the hint of a glimmering smile.

“…it will serve whomever she chooses well.”

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Cresthorn secretly admires Atrion despite all the sharp comments and put-downs.

The blonde rogue whirls on the young elf with a fury in her eyes, seizing the poor youth by the collar and hissing angrily through her teeth. “’Why’ would you read that?!” She seethes in exasperation, fire flashing in her gaze before she relents, taking a step back and straightening out his collar with her fingertips.“Now. Whatever you ‘think’ you might have read, were just the idle musings of a drunken mind. You ‘are’ in the business of keeping secrets, yes?” She flashes him a saccharine smile. “So why don’t we just keep those thoughts our…little…secret.” She pats his chest gently for emphasis.——-

OOC: Cresthorn’s sharp commentary and put downs come from a place of genuine irritation. Of all her flaws and virtues, pride is at the forefront - she’s excessively competitive, and will take any opportunity to cut Atrion down to her level. When she says she finds him infuriating, she is not lying or exaggerating.That being said, one must also remember that Cresthorn is a duelist. She takes who she perceives to be the most skilled combatant she can find, and challenges them repeatedly. It is this mindset that draws her to Atrion. Whatever else she may think of him, she does hold his skillset - in particular, his prowess in melee combat - in extremely high regard. She’s not easily impressed, but he has managed to do so.More than that, she admires him as a leader. In her time observing him, she has witnessed him take in a band of relative misfits, and direct them into arguably First Light’s most elite unit. Beyond his leadership and tactical skills, she admires the loyalty he has to those under his command, and the lengths he is willing to go to to protect, train, and serve them. In short, despite appearances to the contrary, @highstalker has earned her loyalty, her respect - and her interest.