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Chapter 11 | Breaking Point

Notes: As promised, here comes the comfort. - around 5k words

The night had passed in restless silence. Nesta hadn’t slept, not truly. Her body was weary, but her mind kept replaying every moment of the last day. When the first light of dawn crept through the windows, she was already dressed, already outside, moving through the motions of her training.

By mid-morning, her limbs ached from the strain, sweat clinging to her skin. But still, she pushed herself until her muscles trembled and her breath came ragged. Only then she returned to her room. She stripped off her training clothes, washed her face, and finally collapsed into bed, hoping for sleep to take her.

The dream began like so many others. She was standing alone, though she didn’t remember how she got there. The world around her was dark, endless, and stretched like black silk in all directions. A sky without stars. The floor beneath her bare feet shimmered like onyx glass.

She was no longer wearing her simple training outfit. Her clothes were elegant, regal and a bit seductive. A high-collared black dress clung to her form like it had been woven for her body alone, with silver embroidery that twisted like serpents around her arms and down her sides. Her hair was braided in an intricate crown, the strands laced with threads of starlight. It was magnificent, but it wasn’t hers.

It was the Forsaken’s style.

Nesta’s heart began to race, as a soft clicking of heels echoed across the glass. She didn’t need to turn. She felt it, she felt her presence.

Lanfear appeared like a specter from the shadows, tall and graceful, as ethereal as she was terrifying. Her gown shimmered with the same starlit darkness, hugging every line of her body like liquid night. Her silver eyes gleamed with amusement.

“My, my.” Lanfear purred, circling Nesta like a wolf stalking prey. “You wear it well. Tell me, did you dream of this? Or did your heart simply betray you?”

“I didn’t choose this.”

“No, but part of you wanted it.” Lanfear mused, her voice a silk-wrapped dagger.

“I don’t want your power.” Nesta snapped, but her voice shook slightly.

Lanfear stepped closer, her hand lifting, just a finger running lightly down Nesta’s cheek. “You want Liandrin, don’t you?” Her lips curved into a venomous smile. “Poor little Aes Sedai. Always so proud, so fragile. She’s your weakness, you know.”

Nesta’s breath caught.

“She makes you soft.” Lanfear hissed, her tone twisting into something darker. “You could be so much more without her weighing you down.”

“Stop it.” Nesta said, voice low but firm.

“She would die for you.” Lanfear whispered, stepping close enough that her breath grazed Nesta’s skin. “But she will never match you. You’ll outgrow her. You’ll break her. Or worse, she’ll break you.”

The words pierced like ice through her chest. Nesta tried to step back, but Lanfear grabbed her wrist.

And suddenly, the hand was at her throat.

The girl gasped as Lanfear’s fingers tightened, her grip unnaturally strong, lifting her slightly off the glass floor. “You’re still so weak.” Lanfear said coldly. “Even now, you fear what you could become.”

Nesta’s fingers dug into Lanfear’s wrist, the heat of panic and fury crashing into her bloodstream. Her vision blurred. But she reached for the Power, willed it into her hands and with a desperate cry, she shoved it outward.

A violent burst of light exploded from her palms, the air shattering around them.

Lanfear was thrown back, her body dissolving into smoke and shadows, and Nesta crashed back into the floor, panting, shaking.

And then she woke. Quickly, she bolted upright in bed, her breath ragged, a cold sweat covering her skin. Her chest heaved as her hand flew to her neck. But then she felt the ache.

She reached up with trembling fingers, brushing the tender skin. Pain bloomed under her touch. Frowning, she shoved the covers aside and swung her legs off the bed, forcing herself to stand on shaky legs. The floor felt cold under her bare feet as she crossed the room, one step at a time, until she stood before the tall mirror.

When she looked in the mirror her blood ran cold. Faint, dark bruises ringed her throat, finger marks. The shape of a hand.

Not just a dream. Lanfear had touched her. Hurt her and left a mark.

The trees blurred together in smears of green and grey as Liandrin staggered forward, her steps uneven, limping heavily on her right leg. Her thigh throbbed where the Trolloc’s axe had bitten deep, warm blood still trickling sluggishly down into her boot. Her ribs ached with each breath, sharp and jagged like broken glass inside her chest. Every time her foot struck the ground, it sent a shudder of agony from her hip to her skull.

And yet she kept moving.

The pain no longer came in sharp bursts, but in heavy waves, dull and suffocating. Her body was fading, every limb cold, every muscle trembling. She didn’t know how long she’d been walking. Time had dissolved, lost somewhere in the fog and pain. She fell once, then twice. The third time, she didn’t rise for several breaths.

The earth was cool beneath her fingers, the scent of moss and dirt somehow soothing. She lay there, cheek pressed to the ground, eyes closed. She could stay here. Let the darkness take her. No more pain, no more weight pressing down on her spine, her chest, her spirit.

But a memory pushed through the haze like sunlight cracking through a storm.

Nesta.

The curve of her smile, the way her voice dropped when she said her name. The intensity in her eyes when she challenged Liandrin and refused to back down. Light, even the way she huffed when annoyed, or the flash of irritation in her face when reminded to eat.

“You’re no use to me dead, girl.” Liandrin had said those words once.

But now the echo in her own mind came softer, “You’re no use to her dead.”

A rough sob tore from her throat. She didn’t even get to say goodbye. Liandrin had left too quickly and just left a hastily scribbled note. No touch, no voice, no warning. The thought settled heavy and sharp inside her chest.

She forced her arms under her body and pushed. Agony shot through her ribs. A scream clawed up her throat, but she bit down on it. One hand. Then another. She crawled to her feet, panting hard, sweat and blood soaking her torn shirt.

The White Tower lay somewhere beyond the trees. She imagined her there. Waiting, pacing perhaps, blue eyes narrowed in worry, pretending she wasn’t scared. That stubborn frown on her face that meant she was trying not to care too much.

Liandrin could picture it so clearly, that it hurt. And the pain was good. It kept her from slipping into the dark.

She kept walking. Step by step. One ragged breath after another. Her leg screamed with every motion, and now her left arm had gone numb from the shoulder down, whether from the impact or a cracked bone, she didn’t know.

Her head swam. The sky twisted above her. She couldn’t tell if it was morning or evening anymore, but finally, she saw a glimpse of white through the trees.

She had made it back. She would see her again.

Even if she had to crawl the rest of the way, Liandrin would reach her.

The silence in Liandrin’s quarters was suffocating. It pressed in from every side, wrapping itself around Nesta, squeezing her chest tighter with each passing second. Her boots clicked sharply against the stone floor as she paced back and forth, trying to burn off the anxiety coiling in her gut. Her eyes darted to the door every few seconds, as if expecting it to open and for Liandrin to walk through.

But there was nothing.

Nesta’s fingers twitched at her sides, and her mind ran wild with all the possible scenarios she had crafted in the dark corners of her thoughts. What if something happened to her? What if she was hurt or worse? She knew that every mission for the Red Sister was dangerous. She had known that from the start. But not knowing how Liandrin was or when she’d return left her with an aching emptiness.

She pushed her hand through her hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. She had no reason to fear for her. Liandrin was strong, smart and powerful. At least, that’s what she had always shown her.

Her feet stopped in their restless pacing, and for a moment, she simply stood still in the middle of the room, her breath shallow and rapid. She wiped a hand across her forehead, but the sweat remained. Her eyes flicked to the door once more, willing it to open. She felt ridiculous. If she were anyone else, she’d be able to focus on something, anything, to keep her mind occupied. But not now. Not when Liandrin’s absence made the air feel too heavy to breathe.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside, soft at first, then louder, shattered the stillness. Nesta froze mid-step. Her breath caught in her throat, ears straining. The Tower halls had been quiet for hours, each creak and whisper a false alarm, but this time it was different. The pace was slow, dragging. Hesitant. It echoed faintly down the corridor like the approach of something wounded.

Then the door creaked open with a groan and Nesta’s heart stopped for a beat.

And there she was, Liandrin.

But she didn’t look like the woman who had left more than twenty-four hours ago with her usual confidence, chin high, spine straight, dangerous. This was not the Liandrin who had whispered orders like they were gospel, who could strike fear with a single look. That version of her was gone.

Her face was bruised, and swollen. Blood stained the edges of her clothes, matted against her skin, there were slashes in the fabric across her ribs, and she leaned heavily against the doorframe, struggling to keep her footing. Her posture was slumped, as if the weight of her own body was too much to bear.

It felt like time stopped.

Nesta’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the blood dripping from Liandrin’s fingers, the way her usually proud and poised figure was now shrouded in exhaustion. She was covered in cuts, the lines of battle etched into her skin. Her clothes were torn, and she was barely standing, swaying, almost as if she might collapse at any moment.

“Lia…” Nesta whispered, the sound of her name coming out breathless, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

The Aes Sedai’s blue eyes flickered, glazed and unfocused, but she nodded, her lips pressing together as if she were trying to hold onto whatever strength she had left. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” she rasped, but the words were weak.

Her hand pressed against the doorframe for support, her body trembling with every strained breath. The usual sharpness in her gaze was gone, replaced with an open vulnerability that shocked Nesta to her core.

For the first time, Liandrin didn’t hide her pain. She didn’t even try to. She was barely standing, her back hunched, and her shoulders slumped with defeat. It was as though she had run out of the strength to keep up the facade.

Nesta’s stomach twisted painfully, her own emotions rising in a chaotic surge of guilt and helplessness. She had been pacing, waiting, unable to help, and now here Liandrin was, barely able to stand. Nesta could see the exhaustion in the set of Liandrin’s shoulders, in the way her legs trembled as she fought to stay upright.

Liandrin's eyes flickered toward Nesta’s face, and there was no arrogance, no pride in them. Just pain and relief. Perhaps even an unspoken plea, as though she was still trying to hold on to the idea that someone might care enough to help her.

Without thinking, Nesta crossed the room in two quick, almost frantic strides. Her breath hitched, her legs felt numb beneath her, but her body moved on instinct. She reached for the older woman with shaking hands, her fingers brushing lightly over the blood staining her arm, the torn fabric clinging to wounds she couldn’t see yet.

“I’ve got you.” Nesta said, her voice cracking. It was barely more than a whisper, a threadbare promise, but she meant it with everything in her. Her hand gripped Liandrin’s waist, the other steadying her elbow, and she guided her carefully, reverently, toward the nearest chair.

Liandrin leaned into her, surrendering more of her weight than she’d intended. Her body was screaming, every step a wave of agony crashing through her chest and hips, each breath sharp like broken glass.

Nesta lowered her gently into the chair, every motion full of care, as though one wrong move might cause her to shatter completely. Without a second thought, she dropped to her knees in front of Liandrin, her hands never left hers. One pressed to her shoulder, the other hovered just over her knee, hesitant, like she didn’t know if she was allowed to stay there.

Liandrin swallowed hard, her throat dry and raw. She could barely speak, but she couldn’t stop staring at Nesta’s face. Her blonde hair framed her furrowed brow, her eyes burning with so much worry it was nearly unbearable. Her lips were parted in disbelief, like she didn’t know how to take in what she was seeing. But it wasn’t horror in her expression. It wasn’t disgust.

It was care and love.

Liandrin’s chest ached in a new way. Not from bruises or cracked ribs, but from relief. She had made it. Somehow, against all odds, she’d come back. And Nesta was here with her.

The younger woman’s throat bobbed as she swallowed back a sob. She was trying so hard to hold it together, but her hands were trembling. She looked at the blood again, at the ruin Liandrin had become, and she couldn’t stop the surge of guilt that rose in her chest like a tide.

Liandrin blinked slowly, barely keeping her eyes open now. “Nesta…” she whispered, and her voice came out hoarse and ragged. Just the sound of her name, spoken like it meant everything.

“I need to heal you.” Nesta said, breathless, heart pounding. “I know some of the healing weaves. But you’ll have to guide me through the rest.”

Liandrin gave the faintest nod, her eyes glassy with pain, her body trembling with the effort it took to stay upright. “Do it, please.” she murmured.

The word slipped through her like a crack in the armor she’d worn for years. It wasn’t barked like an order or layered in sharp pride. It was soft and vulnerable.

It was the plea that undid Nesta. That single word, from a woman who never asked for help. Who met the world with scorn and steel and expected no mercy in return, has shattered her. She’d heard Liandrin angry, commanding, teasing, even tender, but never like this.

Nesta’s breath caught, her throat tightening as her heart thudded painfully against her ribs. She reached for her instinctively, without hesitation. Whatever strength Liandrin had left, she had given it up in that one quiet surrender.

Without wasting another breath, she reached for the Source. Saidar filled her slowly, golden threads of light and warmth weaving into her bones. Her fingers began to hum with it, alive with potential. But the moment she tried to place her hands on Liandrin’s side, she winced sharply.

Blood stuck to the fabric of her shirt, already soaked through at the ribs and down one thigh. The fabric was clinging too tightly to her injuries, making it impossible to see the full damage.

“I need to get this off you.” Nesta said gently, her voice was soft. “You’re bleeding through everything. I can’t heal you through soaked cloth.”

Liandrin didn’t argue. She just sat there, slumped, eyes flickering with hurt and trust. “Go on.”

Nesta’s hands were trembling again as she reached for the hem of the bloodied shirt, peeling it up as delicately as she could. The fabric stuck to the wounds across Liandrin’s ribs and side, and when it tore away, a low hiss escaped her lips.

The bruising was worse than Nesta had feared, deep purple and black along her ribs, the skin stretched taut over cracked bones. There was a long, shallow slash down her abdomen, crusted with blood, and raw burn marks trailed up from her hip to her shoulder. Her arms were lined with smaller cuts, some fresh and bleeding.

Nesta moved carefully, undoing the rest of the shirt and pushing it off Liandrin’s shoulders. The cloth fell to the floor with a wet sound. Underneath, her skin was a map of agony.

Next were her trousers. Nesta hesitated, glancing up, but Liandrin only gave her another nod, her eyes never leaving Nesta’s face.

She unfastened them slowly, easing them down over Liandrin’s legs. The worst was her thigh, a long gash carved through muscle, just starting to clot. It had soaked the fabric from hip to knee, and Nesta’s stomach twisted as she finally got a full view of it. Bruises ran across her legs in dark patterns.

Nesta leaned in, brushing blood-matted hair from Liandrin’s face with a gentleness that felt sacred. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

Then, she reached out and placed her hands just beneath Liandrin’s ribs, summoning the weave for bone and tissue. The Power surged through her, and she felt it as a warmth in her chest, guided into Liandrin’s skin through her palms. Slowly, she worked, mending bruised muscle, fusing cracks in bone, sealing lacerated flesh one wound at a time.

Liandrin exhaled shakily, her eyes fluttering closed for a breath before opening again, dull with pain but still clear. “Keep breathing. Thread the weave like you would through silk. Never force it.”

But it wasn’t easy. The bruising was deeper than she'd expected. The bones had splintered in places. Some wounds resisted her touch, the flesh stubborn, swollen with trauma. Sweat beaded at Nesta’s brow as she concentrated, her breathing shallow and steady.

The deeper wounds, like the one along her thigh drained Nesta quickly and her fingers started to tremble. But still, she pushed on, whispering soft encouragements under her breath, letting Liandrin feel her presence with every touch.

The woman’s mind was a whirl of sensations, every part of her body throbbing in a way that made it almost impossible to focus. But Nesta’s touch was different. Liandrin hadn’t expected the overwhelming sense of warmth and care that flooded her with every brush of Nesta’s fingers.

She had never been touched like this. Not with such tenderness. Liandrin had always known how to hide her vulnerability, to hide her pain behind a facade of control. But here, now, as Nesta worked tirelessly to heal her, she allowed herself to feel it all. The relief in knowing that someone cared.

When Nesta reached Liandrin's shoulder, her hands hovered for just a moment, assessing the damage. There was an uncomfortable pause, filled with tension that seemed to hang in the air like a delicate thread between them.

“This will sting.” Nesta murmured, her voice soft, but laced with apology.

Liandrin blinked slowly, her eyes barely open. Her body felt like it was on the edge of collapse, but she looked at Nesta with a quiet determination. “I trust you.” she whispered, her voice faint with exhaustion, but there was no fear in it.

Nesta began the weave slowly, her hands careful as she coaxed the skin to repair itself. It was delicate work. She eased away the inflamed tissue, working steadily to close the wound, her hands moving in fluid, practiced motions. The air was thick with the smell of blood but Nesta never flinched. Not once. She wasn’t about to let the stench or the pain stop her. Not when Liandrin trusted her so completely.

Liandrin’s breath hitched at the pain but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t want to. Despite the sting, she welcomed the healing. The pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming warmth of Nesta’s hands, the constant reassurance of her presence.

She wanted to say something, wanted to let Nesta know just how much this moment meant, but her voice was lost somewhere between the raw ache of her body and the gentle hum of the Power. Instead, she closed her eyes, her head leaning back against the chair, allowing herself to surrender to the healing.

Finally, with the major wounds closed, Nesta let out a shaky breath. Her hands were violently trembling now, her legs numb from kneeling for so long. But she wasn’t done. Not yet.

Carefully, she summoned water and a soft cloth from the nearby basin. Dipping it into the cool liquid, she gently began to clean the dried blood from Liandrin’s skin, starting at her neck and moving down her arms, her torso, and her legs. Every wipe was slow, reverent. It was as though each moment of contact, each stroke of the cloth, was a silent promise that she would never take this time, this closeness, for granted again.

But even with the blood slowly being wiped away, there was still the dark bruise under Liandrin’s left eye. The skin around her cheek was swollen, a stark contrast to the otherwise pale, almost ethereal complexion she usually wore.

Nesta reached out again, her hands trembling even more now with fatigue, but also with a deep, consuming need to make it better. She pressed her palm gently against Liandrin's swollen cheek, feeling the heat and the pain radiating beneath her touch.

“I’m going to heal your face.” she murmured, her voice a little more than a whisper.

Liandrin nodded, though she didn’t speak. The action was slow, but it was all the confirmation Nesta needed.

Gently, Nesta summoned the Power once more, focusing on the weave to heal bruising and swelling. She didn’t rush it, as each stroke of the weave was a careful, slow process, working to ease away the pain and swelling that marred Liandrin’s face. She could feel the warmth of the Power in her chest again, pushing it through her hands.

The bruising faded slowly, the deep purple beneath Liandrin's eye lightening to a dull yellow. The swelling reduced, and Liandrin’s features slowly returned to their usual sharp, regal beauty. With every flicker of the weave, the pain seemed to ease. But Nesta could still feel the weight of the exhaustion pressing down on her.

She worked steadily, carefully, and when she was done, she pulled her hands away, her palms still tingling with the aftereffects of the healing. Liandrin’s face was no longer swollen, and the bruise had almost faded.

The Aes Sedai didn’t speak, but she blinked slowly, her glassy blue eyes fixed on Nesta’s face with a depth that Nesta couldn’t quite place. She was utterly still, her breath shallow and slow, but there was a strange peace in her gaze.

It wasn’t just gratitude Nesta saw in those eyes. Liandrin didn’t need to thank her. She didn’t need to say anything at all. It was clear from the silent tears that traced down her cheeks, from the way she allowed herself to be vulnerable in this moment, that she understood what Nesta had given her.

When the girl moved to clean the rest of the blood from her body, the touch was even more tender, more reverent. Each wipe of the cloth was a gesture of care. Liandrin’s skin was slick with dried blood, but Nesta didn’t mind. She didn’t think about how tired she was or how much energy the healing had taken. All she could think about was Liandrin, and how she would do anything to make sure she was alright.

Liandrin didn’t speak. She only watched her with wide eyes, and silent tears streaming down her face. She didn’t try to hide them. She didn’t wipe them away. She let them fall freely, and as they did, they seemed to bring her closer to the surface of everything she had been hiding for so long.

Nesta wasn’t sure if she was the cause of those tears, if it was the pain finally breaking through, or if it was the softness of the moment that Liandrin couldn’t keep hidden anymore.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart still racing, before she took a step forward, her hands reaching out for Liandrin’s again. This time, it wasn’t for healing. It was just to touch her, to remind Liandrin that she is here with her.

"You’re safe." Nesta said, her voice a low murmur.

Liandrin’s hand trembled slightly as she placed it on Nesta’s arm, and she closed her eyes once more, allowing herself to just be. To not fight the exhaustion, to not hide behind her walls. She gave herself to the moment, to Nesta.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

Nesta nodded, her hand brushing through Liandrin’s hair, now damp with sweat. “I’ll always be here for you.” she promised.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. It was like time had slowed, leaving only the quiet sound of their breathing, the soft rise and fall of Liandrin’s chest. And then, softly, Liandrin spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think I would make it back.”

The words hit Nesta like a punch to the gut, and she didn’t know how to respond. The thought of losing Liandrin, of not being there for her, tore at something deep inside her. But she couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.

“You did.” Nesta’s voice was steady, firm. “You’re here and it’s all that matters.” The words hung in the air, soft yet resolute. There was no room for uncertainty, not when it came to Liandrin. She would not let her fall, not now, not ever.

Liandrin’s lips twitched slightly, a tired smile, but it was there.

"Lia, I need to wrap your ribs. It will hold them in place until they’re better healed." she murmured softly, looking at the older woman before her.

Nesta’s hands shook violently as she reached for the bandage, the trembling in her fingers betraying the immense effort she had just expended. The surge of healing had drained her, but her resolve to care for Liandrin remained. She took a steadying breath, silently willing herself not to falter.

With a soft exhale, she pressed the bandage against Liandrin’s ribs, wrapping it snugly around her side. She took her time, each movement deliberate, feeling the slight rise and fall of Liandrin’s breath as she worked. Every touch was slow, every gesture filled with quiet reverence. The bruised skin beneath her fingertips spoke of pain, of suffering, but also of resilience. It was a reminder that Liandrin had made it through the worst, and Nesta was determined to help her heal.

As she finished securing the bandage, Nesta’s hands lingered for a moment, just resting against Liandrin’s side, the warmth of her skin a reminder of the closeness between them.

"You should rest." Nesta said, her voice soft but firm. "Let me help you to bed."

Liandrin didn’t protest. Her strength had been drained, leaving her feeling weaker than she ever would have admitted aloud. She simply allowed herself to be helped up by Nesta, leaning on her for support as she stood, swaying for a moment as the dizziness threatened to overtake her.

Nesta’s steady presence was all that kept her from crumbling to the floor. Her arms wrapped around Liandrin’s waist, supporting her in a way that was more than just physical. Liandrin had been through so much, and in the end, she had never expected anyone to be there for her like this. Not like Nesta. The sheer tenderness in the way she moved, the way she cared, was something Liandrin had never allowed herself to imagine. She was used to standing alone, used to fighting battles on her own.

As they reached the bed, Nesta gently helped Liandrin lie down, making sure the pillows were propped just right beneath her head. The bed creaked under Liandrin’s weight, but the older woman didn’t flinch. She lay back, her body aching, but finally she felt safe.

"Here." Nesta said, returning with a glass of water she had just filled. She crouched beside the bed, offering the glass to Liandrin with steady hands, though the tremors in her fingertips still hadn’t stopped.

Liandrin took the water, her fingers brushing lightly against Nesta’s as she brought the glass to her lips. The coolness of it soothed her dry throat, and as she drank, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to a memory not long ago. When she had been the one holding the water for Nesta, taking care of her in a similar way.

A soft smile touched Liandrin’s lips, though it was faint. She finished the glass and handed it back to Nesta, her fingers lingering for a brief moment. "You’re quite incredible, you know that?" she said quietly, her voice laced with both awe and care.

Nesta smiled, though it was small and tinged with exhaustion. "I’m just doing what I can." she replied, her words soft, almost shy.

But Liandrin saw beyond that. She saw the raw determination in Nesta’s eyes, the power that had pulsed through her hands when she healed Liandrin’s wounds. She saw the strength in her, not just as a fighter, but as someone willing to give everything for those she cared about. The resilience it took for Nesta to continue, despite the toll the healing had taken on her own body, was nothing short of extraordinary.

She felt her heart tighten as she looked at Nesta, her hand reaching out shakily to touch her arm. There was something more in the girl’s presence than just strength. She had never been able to accept help, never allowed anyone to see her this vulnerable, but in this moment, with Nesta by her side, everything changed.

As Nesta gently laid down beside her on the bed, Liandrin turned her head, meeting blue eyes, and for a heartbeat, it was all too much. The pain, the exhaustion, the unspoken years of grief that had built up in her heart. All of it seemed to crash down on her in that instant.

Liandrin's voice came out as a soft plea. “Hold me.”

There was no pride left in her now, no armor. There was only the need for comfort that Liandrin had spent so long suppressing. She just wanted to feel Nesta’s warmth, the care that she had never known she needed.

Nesta immediately shifted closer, her arms pulling Liandrin gently into embrace. She held her softly but firmly at the same time. As soon as Liandrin was in her arms, the older woman’s body shook with quiet sobs, tears slipping from her eyes and streaking down her bruised face. She cried like she hadn’t in years, like she had been holding everything in for so long, and now it all poured out in an uncontrollable release. The emotional toll of the battle, the physical pain, and the years of solitude caught up to her, and she couldn’t stop the tears.

The younger woman’s arms wrapped around her more tightly, offering her all the comfort she could. Her touch was gentle, caressing the back of Liandrin’s head, her fingers moving tenderly through her golden hair.

Liandrin’s sobs were quieter now, but they still came in waves, each one washing away a little more of the weight she had carried for so long. She wasn’t alone anymore. She could feel Nesta’s heart beat against her, steady and strong, like a reminder that she had someone to lean on now. Her tears began to slow, and she pressed her face against the girl's shoulder, the warmth of her skin offering more comfort than words ever could.

The quiet moment stretched on, Liandrin’s sobs slowly dying down until there was nothing left but the quiet sound of their breathing, the steady rhythm of two hearts. Nesta pulled back just enough to look at her. There were still traces of tears on Liandrin’s cheeks.

The Aes Sedai’s hand trembled slightly as it rested on the girl’s chest, and she turned her face, avoiding Nesta’s gaze for a moment as if unsure of what to say, unsure of how to even begin to express what she was feeling.

But then, Nesta’s voice, soft but certain, broke through the silence. “I love you, Lia.” she said, her words unwavering, a confession that had been on the edge of her lips for so long. The weight of them felt like a release, a truth that had been buried deep within her and had now come spilling out.

“I love you too.” Liandrin whispered, her voice quiet but sincere.

Nesta’s chest swelled at the admission. She had never imagined Liandrin would let her in so fully.

Liandrin’s hand found its way to Nesta’s cheek, her thumb brushing over the soft skin. “I didn’t think I deserved it.” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I never thought anyone could care for me like this.”

“You do deserve it.” Nesta replied, her voice full of conviction. “You’ve always deserved it, Lia. You just needed someone who would see you.”

Liandrin closed her eyes, her head sinking into the pillow beneath her. She couldn’t fight the pull of exhaustion anymore. But as she lay there, with Nesta beside her, she felt at peace.

Nesta’s arms were around her, strong and sure, a reminder that she was cared for. And that, in itself, was enough. Liandrin let out a long, shuddering breath and settled deeper into the bed, her body still sore, but she felt safe and loved.

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stalkerofthegods · 1 year ago

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Zeus is the Greek god of weather and many things, He is a kind a merciful God, as long as you don't speak unwell or lie. he is a god, and I may add, the king of the gods.

Herbs • Holm oak, olive tree, star anise, dandelion, almonds, pine, vervain, oak in general.

Animals• cuckoo-bird, swan, bull, satyr, eagle, wolf, woodpecker, ants

Zodiac • Sagittarius and Pisces, maybe cancer.

Colors • Silver, blue, white, gold

Crystal• White and yellow diamonds, Lapis lazuli, Blue and yellow sapphires, turquoise, celestite, iron/steel, any quartz

Symbols• olive tree branch, throne, Lightning bolt, a crown, scepter, the Aegis

Diety of• sky and weather, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice, hospitality, Kings

Patron of• the sky and weather, men, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice

Offerings• Wine, Whiskey, Milk, Tea, Coffee, Small cakes, Breads, Red meat, Scaled fish, Fruit, Rain water, Silver, blue, white, gold candles, Figures of eagles and bulls, Symbols of a thubderbolt, The scales of justice, Crowns, Statues of Himself, eagles, or thunderbolts, Cinnamon, Laurel, Art or pictures of eagles and bulls, Eagle and bull plushies/toys, Oak, Pine, Toy crowns, Imagery of thunderbolts (ex- art, keychains, pictures, toys), Photographs or art of storms, Golden oobjects, Blue, white, or gold flowers, Assignments you got good grades on anything you are proud of (ex-art, writings, a dance you made or perfected, your songs, your favorite toy that you’ve taken care of for years.), the fat on the bones of the animals, a scepter, throne photos &, etc, fruit juice, rainwater, wedding rings, White wine, medals, hammers, acorns, cotton balls, coins.

Devotional• Check the weather for the day, Learn to recognize the different kinds of clouds, Speak out if you see an injustice (do not speak over those actually receiving the injustice), Dance in the rain, Examine ideas on fatherhood, examine how any paternal influence you received may have impacted your life, your parents for the good parenting you received, Listen to storms and bask in their glory (whether its a real storm or you’re just listening to a recording of one), Learn to appreciate different kinds of weather, learn the property lines of your house, Take care of yourself, Learn a little more about politics and the current political state of your country, fight for what you believe in (only if it is not harming others), Help sort out a conflict or an argument, Also learn about your country’s legal system, Be hospitable, Take leadership in a project that you’re doing, Destigmatize sex work and homelessness, Practice divination, Learn about your local hawks/eagles/birds of prey, learn ornithomancy (divination from the flight of birds), study meteorology and climate change, study local and national politics, practice good citizenship, vote, volunteer to register voters, support issues and candidates, collect rainwater, support your family, help your grandparents, help people move, donate to charity & homeless centers, worship his family in his honor, singing his praises (he likes being complimented)

Ephithets• ABRETTE′NUS/Abrettênos-surname of Zeus in Mysia, ACRAEUS/Akraios-given to various goddesses and gods whose temples were situated upon hills, AEGIDU′CHOS/AEGI′OCHOS/Aigidouchos/Aigiochos- surname of Zeus, as the bearer of the Aegis when he strikes terror into the impious and his enemies, but also a surname of Zeus being fed by a goat, AENE′IUS/AENE′SIUS/Ainêios/Ainêsios- surname of Zeus when he was worshipped in the island of Cephalenia, AE′THIOPS/Aithiops-the Glowing or the Black, AETNAEUS/Aitnaios -an epithet given to several devine beings connected with Mount Aetna, AGAMEMNON/Agamemnôn- A surname of Zeus, under when he was worshipped at Sparta, AGATHODAEMON/Agathodaimôn/Agathos Deos-Good God, when Greeks drank a cup of unmixed wine at the end of every repast, AGE′TOR/Agêtôr- surname given to several gods, AGO′NIUS/Agônios- a surname or epithet of several gods used in the sense of helpers in struggles and contests, AGORAEUS/AGORAEA/Agoraia/Agoraios-epithets given to several divinities who were considered as the protectors of the people in agora, ALASTOR/Alastôr- surname of Zeus, describing him as the avenger of evil deeds, ALEXI′CACUS/Alexikakos- the averter of evil, AMBU′LIU/AMBU′LIA/AMBU′LII/Amboulia/Amboulioi/Amboulios- surnames when the Spartans worshipped Athena, the Dioscuri, and Zeus, APE′MIUS/Apêmios- a surname of Zeus when he had an altar on mount Parnes in Attica where sacrifices were offered to him, APESA′NTIUS/Apesantios- when zeus had a temple on mount Apesas near Nemea, where Perseus was said to have first offered sacrifices to him, APOMYIUS/Apomuios- driving away the flies, AREIUS/Areios- either the warlike or the propitiating and atoning god, ASBAMAEUS/Asbamaios- protector of the sanctity of oaths, A′SIUS/Asios- surname of Zeus, from the town of Asos or Oasos in Crete, ATABY′RIUS/Ataburios- surname of Zeus derived from mount Atabyris or Atabyrion in the island of Rhodes, ATHO′US/Athôos - a surname of Zeus, derived from mount Athos, CA′RIUS/Karios-where he had a temple at Mylassa in Caria, CA′SIUS/Kasios-surname of Zeus, derived from amount Casion not far from Pelusium, CATAE′BATES/Kataibatês-who descends in thunder and lightning, CATHA′RSIUS/Katharsios- the purifyer or atoner, CENAEUS/Kênaios- derived from cape Cenaeum in Euboea, CHRYSAOR/Chrusaôr- The god with the golden sword or arms, CLA′RIUS/Klarios- the god who distributes things by lot, CO′NIUS/Konios- the god who excites or makes dust, CORYPHAEUS/CORYPHAEA/Koruphaia -the highest or supreme god, and is, CROCE′ATAS/Krokeatas- derived from Croceae, near Gythium in Laconia, CRO′NIDES/CRONI′ON/Kronidês/Kroniôn- a patronymic from Cronus, and very commonly given to Zeus, the son of Cronus, CTE′SIUS/Ktêsios - the protector of property, DICTAEUS/Diktaios- derived from mount Dicte in the eastern part of Crete, ELEUTHEREUS/Eleuthereus- used in the sense of the deliverer, and occurs also as the surname of Zeus, EVA′NEMUS/Euanemos- the giver of favourable wind,

GAME′LII/Gamêlioi theoi- divinities protecting and presiding over marriage, GENETAEUS/Genêtaios- derived from Cape Genetus on the Euxine, HETAEREIUS/Hetaireios - the protector of companies or associations of friends, HOMAGY′RIUS/Homagurios- god of the assembly or league, HO′RCIUS/Horkios- the god who watches over oaths, or is invoked in oaths, and punishes their violation, HYES/Huês- the moist or fertilising god, HYE′TIUS/HYES/HY′PATUS/Hupatos-the most high, ITHOMATAS/Ithômatas- derived from the Messenian hill of Ithome, LABRANDEUS/Labrandeus derived from a temple he had at Labranda, LAPE′RSIUS/Lapersios- derived from the Attic demus of Lapersae, LAPHY′STIUS/Laphustios- derived either from Mount Laphystius in Boeotia, or from the verb laphussein, to flee, in reference to the human sacrifices which were offered to him in early time, LARISSAEUS/Larissaios- derived from the arx Larissa at Argos, LECHEA′TES/Lecheatês- the protector of childbed, LEUCAEUS/Leukaios- when he was worshipped at Lepreus, in Elis, LIMENO′SCOPUS/LIME′NIA/LIMENI′TES:LIMENI′TIS/Limenia, Limenitês/Limenitis, Limenodkopos- the protector or superintendent of the harbour, LYCAEUS/Lukaios- a surname of certain divinities worshipped on mount Lycaeum in Arcadia, MAEMACTES/Maimaktês- the stormy, MECHANEUS/Mêchaneus- skilled in inventing, MEILI′CHIUS/Meilichios-the god that can be propitiated, or the gracious, MESSAPEUS/Messapeus- derived when he had a sanctuary between Amyclae and mount Taygetusm, MO′RIUS/Morios- the protector of the sacred olive trees, NEMEIUS/Nemeios- when he had a sanctuary at Argos, with a bronze statue, the work of Lysippus, and where games were celebrated in his honour, NOMOS/Nomos-a personification of law, OGO′A/Ogôa- the Carian name of Zeus at Mysala, when he had a temple where a sea-wave was seen from time to time, OLY′MPIUS/Olumpios- the Olympian, occurs as a surname of Zeus and in general of all the gods that were believed to live in Olympus, O′MBRIUS/Ombrios- the rain-giver, PANHELLE′NIUS/Panellênios- the god common to, or worshipped by all the Hellenes or Greeks,, PARNE′THIUS/Parnêthios- derived from Mount Parnes in Attica, PATROUS/PATROA/Patrôios/Patrôia- all the gods whose worship has been handed down in a nation or a family from the time of their fathers, whence in some instances they are the spirits of departed ancestors themselves, PHY′XIUS/Phuzios ex- the god who protects fugitives, PI′STIUS/Pistios- the god of faith and fidelity, POLIEUS/Polieus- the protector of the city, SOTER/Sôtêr- the Saviour, STHE′NIUS/Sthenios- the powerful & the strengthening, XENIUS/XE′NIA/Xenia- masculine Xenios are epithets of Athena and Zeus, as presiding over the laws of hospitality, and protecting strangers,

ZYGIUS/ZYGIA/Zugia/Zugios- surnames of Hera and Zeus, and as them as presiding over marriage, Ομβριος/Ombrios- Of the Rain, Ὑετιος/Hyetios- Of the Rain, Αφεσιος/Aphesios- Releasing (Rain), Σκοτιτας/Skotitas- Dark, Murky, Κεραυνιος/Keraunios-Of the Thunderbolt,!Αστραπαιος/Astrapaios-Of the Lightning, Καταιβατης/Kataibatês-Descending, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Furious, Raging, Ικμαιος/Ikmaios-Of Moisture, Κονιος/Konios-Of the Dust, Μαιμακτης/Maimaktês-Boisterous, Ευηνεμος/Euênemos-Of Fair Winds, Λιμενοσκοπος/Limenoskopos-Watcher of Sea-Havens, Βασιλευς/Basileus-King, Chief, Ruler, Ὑπατος/Hypatos-Supreme, Most High, Ὑπσιστος/Hypsisto-Supreme, Most High,

Κορυφαιος/Koryphaios-Chief, Leader, Κτησιος/Ktêsios-Of the House, Property,Ἑρκειος/Herkeios-Of the Courtyard, Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council, Αμβουλιος/Amboulios-Counsellor, Τελειος/Teleios-Of Marriage Rites, Μοιραγετης/Moiragetês-Leader of the, Fates, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Σημαλεος/Sêmaleos-Giver of Signs, Μηχανευς/Mêkhaneus-Contriver, Κοσμητης/Kosmêtês-Orderer, Θεος Αγαθος/Theos Agathos-The Good God,

Επιδωτης/Epidôtês-Giver of Good, Πλουσιος/Plousios-Of Wealth, Φιλιος/Philios-Of Friendship, Ξενιος/Xenios-Of Hospitality, Strangers, Ἱκεσιος/Hikesios-Of Suppliants, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Of Refuge,

Παλαμναιος/Palamnaios-(Punisher) of Murderers, Καθαρσιος/Katharsios-Of Ritual Purification, Προστροπαιος, Prostropaios-Turner of Pollution, Απημιος/Apêmios-Averter of Ills, Σωτηρ/Sôtêr-Saviour, Deliverer, Μειλιχιος/Meilikhios-Gracious, Merciful, Πανελληνιος/Panellênios-Of All the Greeks, Λαοιτης/Laoitês-Of the People, Πολειυς/Poleius-Of the City-State, Σωσιπολις/Sôsipolis-City-Saviour, Ελευθεριος/Eleutherios-Of Freedom, Χρυσαορευς/Khrysaoreus-Of the Golden Sword, Στρατιος/Stratios-Of War, Warlike, Αρειος/Areios-Of War, Warlike,

Σθενιος/Sthenios-Of Strength, Strong,

Τροπαιος/Tropaios-Turns to Flight, Defeats, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Puts to Flight, Banishes, Ὑμηττιος/Hymêttios-Of Mt Hymettus (Attica), Παρνηθιος/Parnêthios-Of Mt Parnes (Attica), Ανχεσμιος/Ankhesmios-Of Mt Anchesmus (Attica),

Απεσαντιος/Apesantios-Of Mt Apesas (Argolis),Λαρισαιος/Larisaios-Of Larisa (Argos acropolis), Νεμειος/Nemeios-Of Nemea (Argolis), Κροκεατος/Krokeatos-Of Croceae (Laconia), Ιθωματος/Ithômatos-Of Mt Ithome (Messenia), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Olympia (in Elis), Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of Mt Lycaeus (Arcadia), Κιθαιρωνιος/Kithairônios-Of Mt Cithaeron (Boeotia), Λαφυστιος/Laphystios-Of Mt Laphystius (Boeotia), Κηναιος/Kênaios-Of Cape Cenaeus (Euboea), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Mt Olympus (Thessaly), Δωδωναιος/Dôdônaios-Of Dodona (Thesprotia), Αινησιος/Ainêsios-Of Mt Aenus (Cephallenia), Πελασγιος/Pelasgios-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Πελασγικος/Pelasgikos-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Δικτ��ιος/Diktaios-Of Mt Dicte (Crete), Αταβυριος/Atabyrios-Of Mt Atabyris (Rhodes), Καριος/Karios-Of Caria, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Of Labranda (Caria), Λαβραυνδηνος/Labraundênos-Of Labranda (Caria), Καπετωλιον/Kapetôlion-Of the Capitol (Rome), Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council-Hall, Αγοραιος/Agoraios-Of the Market-Place, Σκοτιτας/Skotitas-Of the Dark (Oak-Forest), Λευκαιος/Leukaios-Of the White-Poplar Grove, Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of the Wolves, Απομυιος/Apomyios-Averter of Flies, Λεχεατης/Lekheatês-Of the Childbed, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Τελειος/Teleios-Full-Grown, Αρισταιος/Aristaios-Of Aristaeus (hero Ceos), Μεσσαπευς/Messapeus-Of Messapeus (hero Sparta).

Equivalents• Jupiter (Roman), Rigyeda (Hindu), Di Pater (Oscan), Ioues Patres (Marrucinian), Iupitar (Umbrian), Tina (Etruscan), Mitra / Varuna (Vedic, probably syncretized), Mithra (Old Persian), Dei-Patrous (Illyrian), Dyaus Pitar (Indian), Debess Tevs (Latvian), Attas Isanus (Hittite), Dievas (Baltic), Tatis Tiwaiz (Luvian), Papaeus (Scythian), Thor (Norse), Odin (Norse)

Signs their reaching out• Sudden signs of his animals, his statues, art of him, his mythos, a sudden pull to him.

Vows/omans• His wedding vows.

Morals• Morally dark.

Courting• Hera/Juno, they are married.

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn’t find all of them, and please cut me some slack, but some are, Semele, Demeter, Europa, Eurynome, Métis, Callisto, Leto, Mnemosyne, Thaleia, Themis, Electra, Leda, Aegina, Alcmene, Ganymede, Persephone, Dione, Maia, Metis, Nemesis, AIX, Alkmene.

Personality• I heard he is funny, mercifully, calm and collected, and obviously father like.

Home• Mount Olympus.

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• He led a rebellion with all the Olympians except Dionysus because he wasn’t born yet, against his own father, and won.

Curses• bad flying conditions, storms, lightning, thunder, justice, Eagle poop all over your car, marriage issues

Blessings• good flying conditions, good storms, good lightning, good thunder, having justice, help in creating an eternal fire, no marriage issues, help in legal matters

Roots• Crete, raised by the nymphs Adrasteia and Ida, daughters of Melisseus, nursing Zeus, with the milk from the goat Amalthea, given to them by his mother Rhea.

Parentage• Rhea and Cronus

Siblings• Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, and Chiron.

Attendees• Kratos (Strength), Zelos (Rivalry), Nike (Victory) and Bia (Force), he is often seen with Hermes, his high councilor is Themis, Hestia in hall, and Metis in his stomach (the Greeks thought the stomach held knowledge, and wisdom) or mind, Harpies and Hebe and Ganymede

Pet• A golden eagle named Aetos Dios

Children •AGDISTIS (born when Zeus accidentally impregnated Gaia the Earth),AIGIPAN/Aegipan (son of Zeus and Aix or Boetis), ALATHEIA (daughter of Zeus)APHRODITE (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Dione, most say she was born in the sea from the severed genitals of Ouranos), APOLLON/Apollo (son of Zeus and the Titaness Leto)

ARES (son of Zeus and his wife Hera.),

ARTEMIS (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Leto), ASOPOS/Asopus (son of Zeus and Eurynome, however most call him a son of Okeanos and Tethys), ATE (daughter of Zeus, others say she was born fatherless to Eris), ATHENE/Athena (Titaness Metis and Zeus),

BRITOMARTIS (daughter of Zeus and the Nymphe Karme), DIONYSOS/Dionysus (son of Zeus and Semele or of Zeus and Demeter or Dione), EILEITHYIA (daughter of Zeus and Hera), EIRENE/Irene (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), ERIS (daughter of Zeus and Hera, most say she was a daughter of Nyx), ERSA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene),

EUNOMIA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), HARMONIA (Zeus and the Pleiad Elektra, usually a daughter of Ares and Aphrodite who was only fostered by the Pleiad), HEBE (daughter of Zeus and Hera), HEPHAISTOS/Hephaestus (son of Zeus and Hera, though many say Hera conceived him without the assistance of Zeus), HERMES (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Maia), HORAI/Horae (Dike, Eirene, and Eunomia--were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), KABEIROI/Cabeiri (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope, but call them sons of Hephaistos and Kabeiro), KAIROS/Caerus (youngest divine son of Zeus.), KENTAUROI KYRPIOI/Cyprian (sprang from Gaia the Earth when Zeus accidentally impregnated his failed attempt to make love to Aphrodite),

KHARITES/Charites (Aglaia, Euphrosyne and Thaleia are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Eurynome), KORYBANTES SAMOTHRAKIOI/Samothracian Corybantes (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope), LITAI/Litae (elderly goddesses of prayer were daughters of Zeus),

MELINOE (She as a daughter of Zeus and Persephone), MOIRAI/Moirae (Atropos, Lakhesis and Klotho, who are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis, others say they were daughters of Nyx, Ananke or Khaos), MOUSAI/Muses (Kalliope, Terpsikhore, Kleio, Euterpe, Ourania, Thaleia, Polyhymnia, Melpomene, Erato, were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Mnemosyne), NEMEA (minor goddess-nymph, daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), NYMPHAI/Nymphs (Nymphs in general were sometimes called the daughters of Zeus), NYMPHAI THEMEIDES (Three goddess-nymph daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), PALIKOI/Palici (Twin gods of Zeus and Thaleia, but others say they were sons of Hephaistos and Aitna), PAN (son of Zeus and Hybris but others invariably call him a son of Hermes), PANDEIA (devine daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), PERSEPHONE (Devine daughter of Zeus and Demeter or, according to one account, of Zeus and Styx), PHASIS (devine son of Zeus, other say he was a son of Okeanos and Tethys like the other Rivers), ZAGREUS (divine son of Zeus and his own daughter Persephone),

AIAKOS/Aeacus (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Aigina), AITHLIOS/Aethlius (son of Zeus and either Protogeneia or Kalyke),

AKHEILOS/Acheilus (son of Zeus and Lamia), ALEXANDROS/Alexander the Great (son of Zeus born to the Makedonian Queen Olympia), AMPHION (He was a twin son of Zeus and Antiope),

ARGOS/Argus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe.), ARKAS/Arcas (son of Zeus and Kallisto.), ARKEISIOS/Arceisius (son of Zeus, or according to others, of Kephalos and Prokris), ATYMNIOS/Atymnius (He was a son of Zeus and Kassiopeia),

DARDANOS/Dardanus (He was a son of Zeus and Elektra), DIOSKOUROI/Dioscuri (Twin princes of who were hatched from an egg laid by Queen Leda. Polydeukes, was fathered by Zeus, but the other, Kastor, was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), EMATHION (son of Zeus and Elektra), ENDYMION (He was the son of Kalyke, either by Zeus or her husband Aithlios), EPAPHOS/Epaphus (son of Zeus and the much-suffering Io), GRAIKOS/Graecus (son of Zeus and Thyia), HELENE/Helen(daughter of Zeus by Leda or the goddess Nemesis), HELLEN (son of Zeus and Pyrrha, though others say his father was Pyrrha's husband Deukalion),

HERAKLES/Heracles (1) (Alkmene who was seduced by Zeus in the form of her own husband.), HERAKLES/Heracles (2) (A son of Zeus and Lysithoe), HEROPHILE (daughter of Zeus and the Libyan queen Lamia), IARBAS (Zeus and an African Nymphe), IASION A prince of the Island of Samothrake (son of Zeus and Elektra),

KEROESSA/Ceroessa (daughter of Zeus and Io), KOLAXES/Colaxes) (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Hora), KORINTHOS/Corinthus (He was a son of Zeus but, according to others, of Epopeus), KRINAKOS/Crinacus (He was a son of Zeus.), KRONIOS/Cronius (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia.), KYTOS/Cytus (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), LAKEDAIMON/Lacedaemon (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Taygete.), LATINOS/Latinus (son of Zeus and Pandora.), MAGNES son of Zeus and Thyia but some say he was the son to Aiolos and Enarete), MAKEDON/Macedon (He was a son of Zeus and Thyia), MANES (a son of Zeus and Gaia), MEGAROS/Megarus (son of Zeus and a Sithnid Nymphe), MELITEUS (He was a son of Zeus and Othris), MINOS (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), MYRMIDON (He was a son of Zeus and Eurymedousa.), ORION (He was conceived by three gods--Zeus, Hermes and Poseidon--who urinated upon a bull's hide and buried it in the earth, to grow an earth-born infant), PELASGOS/Pelasgus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe, but others calls him a son of Poseidon and Larissa or an Autokhthon),

PEIRITHOUS/Pirithous (son of Zeus and Dia, most authors say the father was Dia's husband King Ixion), PERSEUS (son of Zeus and Danae), POLYDEUKES/Polydeuces (his twin brother were known as the Dioskouroi, the son of Zeus and Leda, while his twin brother was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), RHADAMANTHYS (a son of Zeus and Europa), SAON (he was the son of Zeus and a local Nymphe, but others say he was a son of Hermes and Rhene),

SARPEDON (1) (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), SARPEDON (2) (He was a son of Zeus and Laodameia), SPARTAIOS/Spartaeus (one of three sons borne to Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), TANTALOS/Tantalus (son of Zeus and the Okeanis Plouto), TARGITAUS (son of Zeus and a daughter of Borysthenes),

TITYOS/Tityus (a son of Zeus and Elare others say he was a fatherless son of Gaia the Earth), ZETHOS/Zethus (He was the twin brother of Amphion and a son of Zeus and Antiope.)

Appearance in astral or gen• regal, mature man with a sturdy figure and dark beard.

Festivals • Diasia, Epulum Jovis, Hetairideia, Lykaia

Day • Tuesday

Status• Greek major god, as the king of all gods, part of the Big three.

Planet• Jupiter

Tarot cards• the Emperor, Justice, Wheel of Fortune, King of Swords, King of Wands

Reminds me of• Vapes (my dad vapes), cloaks, marriages, and Dad jokes.

Scents/Inscene • Frankincense, myrrh, or rain sceneted incense, Vervain, Sage

Prayers•

To attract more eagles

Zeus, king of the Theoi, god of the sky, father of gods and men, Zeus, the one that holds sacred the sharp-sighted eagle and far-flying hawk, I come humbly before you with a single request. I ask for the friendship of your cherished eagle and hawk, The symbols of your power and grace, Gentle reminders of your ever-watchful presence and protection. I shall revere them as I do you. Great Zeus, Father Zeus, I thank you for this newfound friendship.

In general

Father Zeus, protector of the weak, help me to be strong against my fears. Father Zeus, protector of the wronged, help me to do right by all I meet. Father Zeus, protector of the home, help me to safeguard those within my walls. Father Zeus, help me to do what I must, be with me as I walk in the world.

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https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeus https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Zeus.htmlhttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.html https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeushttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.htmlhttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/626464048642408448/zeus-offerings/amp https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638693970789138432/zeus-devotional-actshttps://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/650165209920651264/acknowledge-the-duality-of-the-godshttps://honorthegods.tumblr.com/post/159458931171/what-offerings-would-you-recommend-for-zeus-and/amp https://www.theoi.com/articles/where-was-zeus-born/#:~:text=Greek%20mythology%20states%20that%20Crete,significant%20deity%20in%20ancient%20Greece.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologies https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://mythopedia.com/topics/zeushttps://www.desy.de/gna/interpedia/greek_myth/creation.html#:~:text=When%20it%20came%20time%20to,a%20handsome%20youth%20on%20Crete.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_(nurse_of_Zeus)#:~:text=According%20to%20Apollodorus%2C%20Rhea%20gave,were%20the%20daughters%20of%20Melisseus%22.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://www.havefunwithhistory.com/facts-about-zeus/https://www.tumblr.com/alder-bos/669862051714318336/deities-and-their-tarot-cards-long-post https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/640511172666392576/prayer-to-zeus-for-hawkeagle-friends diana-thyme

This deep dive is a payment to my friend Bri @briislame, May you look up and find Zeus looking down with smiles.

~I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

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hungnitan · 11 months ago

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PROJECT SEKAI ANTHOLOGY (DNA) VOL 2 CHAPTER 14

I gonna talk differently here so just skip it (lol) :

Anyone already watch Firefly anime video ? SO MANY SAMS THANK YOU VERY MUCH It's pretty sad, on par with Acheron which is good rather than dating with TB isn't. But then again I'm even more sure now, hoyo gonna kill that girl in next version !

The reasons why she need to die for real ? First and foremost, if not two dating scene with TB aren't make sense ! She's too friendly with TB for my liking which means TB and Firefly already meet as Stellaron Hunter (it's 99% sure, 1% just don't have any real scene lol) and it definitely sure TB is the one who tell her outside world. So if Firefly didn't die in bang especially without saving TB from danger, then all TB x Firefly hidden scene (lol) and her reasoning to die as human will be gone.

After finish watch the anime version, I had feeling "I still have one last role" vibe from it. She even wondering the same as Churin "why people live only to die later" question, so if hoyo decide her dead scene after saving Trailblazer and finally had an answer for that question, she's really complete as a character

And as I said in previous talk, there's must be a reason Welt came in Firefly interview. If it's about SAM (robot), then Silver Wolf should be sufficient. If from my side, I think AE members already acknowledge her as their partner.

IF after next version hoyo decide not to kill her (like making her in coma or something), then it's just means there's bigger power played behind the scenes (I mean whaler screams and money lol). And IF hoyo makes Firefly dying there, I gonna pull for her and abandon Jiao Qiu as my highest compliment on hoyo storywriter !

This chapter focused on Leo/Need again. Not disheartening anyone but L/N and additionally MMJ isn't that interesting to me which is the main reason my mood isn't doing good for this and stopped the translation (lol)

Like always, english and japanese aren't my things so bear with me~

#project sekai #prosekai #ichika hoshino #saki tenma #honami mochizuki #shiho hinomori #miku ln #luka ln

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ihatechosingnames · 2 years ago

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Alert Theory!!! Luocha

I hope everyone did their companion quest for Luocha and actually got him on the Parlor Car because otherwise this is SPOILER.

To use with caution.

So, if you went back to check the video at the Commission you will get, first of the achievement for the hidden side of Luocha, and then this scene play:

So, Luocha got his coffin at his side (how? he went back to the inn to get it?) and he is also talking to it. That should be the Ambrosial Arbor?

So, what do we know about Luocha? Not much, he is a travelling merchant, so probably has a lot of names depending on the planet to make himself look more friendly. I don't know if there is a language barrier between the different planets, but definitely there is a cultural barrier. Maybe his name is too much different from the names used on Xianzhou that he switched on a more familiar name for his clients to use while on the ship.

We know, thanks to Dan Heng's side story, that Luocha was on Cloudport after it was closed for the emergency, and after Silver Wolf hacked our way in. Dan Heng found him alongside Sushang maybe 30-45 minutes after Stelle, March and Welt departed and met Tingyun that says "nobody else should be here", so he possibly came a little after the main team but before Dan Heng. If my reasoning is correct, Luocha didn't cause the Stellaron incident, since everything was closed because of the Stellaron Incident. Kafka asked the Astral Express crew's help because the Xianzhou had a problem with the Stellaron but it wasn't their (Kafka and Blade) fault (most likely they knew that was going to be a problem and needed the AE crew to be there for all the reason to get the MC powerful enough to fight Nanook).

But why was he in front of the Arbor before it was revived with the Stellaron?

He says "yes, none of this is our concern... The journey has only just begun to-" that can be read differently if you think he did revive the Arbor or not.

He didn't revive the Arbor: Luocha being there to do something about the Arbor being revived even if the conflict between the Sanctus Medicus and Xianzhou is not his problem.

He did revive the Arbor: the conflict between the Sanctus Medicus and Xianzhou, the problem the Arbor will cause, all of this is not his concern because it's only a step for a journey that has only begun.

If we take the complete phrase, the second option is the most likely. At the beginning I was thinking he didn't revive a thing and he was most likely a red herring to point the direction of the audience elsewhere, while the culprit did everything. But I find it's unlikely for Hoyo to do so, I mean, look at Dan Heng, we speculated about him being a dragon boy because there were hints about it and if we look now at certain promo images, everything fit. And here there are hints that says the Luocha did something on or near the Ambrosial Arbor, he is hiding something inside the coffin, and he is kind of suspicious even inside the Parlor.

So, he has sensed the Stellaron in our "possession" but it's different from the others Stellaron.

First of all, I don't think Luocha is Otto or Void Archives from HI3. There would have been an hint about it in his dialogue with us on the Parlor (since Welt is there!!) but nothing. Actually he doesn't acknowledge anyone in it, until we speak to him. The others interact with Himeko and Welt in some way, Luocha doesn't. Even Welt says it's possible that he is just someone who shares the same appearance:

and we have a very present example of this: Bronya Raad and Silver Wolf. Both share the same appearance but have different ages, different experience and different lives. Himeko herself is a different version of another Himeko, Seele, Bronya, Natasha... they all are.

From what I see, Luocha is marginally involved in everything in Xianzhou, but his appearance, the fact is hiding something, especially during a time like that, make him very suspicious and this could be something that Elio and the Stellaron Hunters are using at their advantage. He is also very powerful and most likely an ally than an enemy.

Basically my theory is that Luocha is a Red Herring, one crafted by the story so that we can focus on him and not on someone else. He is definitely hiding something but it's not related to this Stellaron Crisis. He managed to gain Dan Heng's trust so he was invited to the Astral Express (I absolutely think that The Astral Express got a consciousness and physically can stop people from accessing without an invite, different problem is when they are not physically there, like Kafka and Silver Wolf's hacking, or the Messenger for the Forgotten Memories) but he won't interact with anyone on his own.

What do you think? Is Luocha involved with this crisis or has a bad timing?

#honkai star rail #honkai stelle #honkai luocha #hsr theory #hsr spoilers #hsr meta #honkai star rail meta

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milksnake-tea · 7 months ago

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omg tumblr ate the first paragraph of this LOL WHY

I basically just apologized because I was the og anon who mentioned the full leak the SH Sunday info came from was sus/heavily stated not confirmed from what I gathered online, but many people saw it, took it, ran with it outside of the full context and made it look more confirmed. It seems a lot has happened to your inbox since then so I hope it wasn't too much of a bother! I overthink these things...

honestly I have personally seen great reasonings both for and against the SH and AE for Sunday. I have faith that whatever they write for him will be great regardless, but I do hope it will be AE just to see him more x) I heard (I don't recall this being said in a stream but I may be wrong) that Shaoji's fave character from the cast IS Sunday, so I definitely think extra care will be given and regardless of where he ends up, the story will be satisfying.

And who knows... maybe he will be given the Firefly treatment where he gets a bunch of ads and additional screen time 👀 personally I'm anxiously awaiting his merch series. hyv never fails in that department (well, maybe they miss out on small seemingly better merch ideas but still lol). Like I bought some Aven and Robin merch and I am SO excited for future versions of those that will be Sunday themed (like light cone sand block). Plus his cute little nendo with Robin and oh boy I'm getting sidetracked lol

Personally I wasn't fully sold on the SH Sunday side until I saw a video on YouTube about it. All people talking about it really glossed over details and made it sound very circumstantial vs tailored to Sunday. I also do think that though Sunday has done some morally ambiguous things, I lowkey feel like he would still ?? can't think of the word but I imagine a version of Sunday almost clutching pearls because of the intensity of what the SH do sometimes. He viewed his ideals/methods as worth it, but idk if he'd feel that way about others' methods for similar ideals, if that makes sense. Either way, I'm excited for him to be a permanently relevant cast member. WE ARE IN THE FINAL STRETCH I CAN'T WAIT

dude i completely forgot to reply to this BUT YOURE FINEEE DWDW I WASNT THAT BOTHERED BY IT honestly i was just being dramatic GOODBYE 😭😭😭 bc imma be so fr. i dont care where sunday ends up and honestly ae works out bc we see him more !!! i just want sunday to do some crimes. personally

HONESTLY HE HAS TO. IF HE DOESNT GET THE AVENTURINE/FIREFLY TREATMENT IM GOING TO COMMIT A FELONY I WANT THAT MAN ANIMATED !!! tis what he deserves....

and yeah you're right he would clutch some of his pearls but at the same time i personally don't think he'd be too opposed to it depending on who it's being done to - how i see sunday is that he is completely fine with doing fucked up things if the people he's doing them to are also just as fucked up/are a threat, if that makes sense? but yeah he'd probably be like wtf... when he sees silver wolf unleash idk a bunch of data demons and watch them wreak havoc... IDK !! i still think sh sunday would be a fun idea BECAUSE of how he clutches his pearls but he's still there regardless bc elios plan to save the universe is pretty appealing... also adds the whole paradise thing in there too if that makes sense.... but again ae is also amazing for him so good for lil baby

BUT HES HERE !!! HES HERE AND IM GOING TO BITE HIM !!!! SUNDAY FANS REJOICE WHATEVER STANDPOINT YOURE ON

#mail 🏵️#anon

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artheresy · 1 year ago

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Part Two (Stellaron Hunters)

Like the last one with the Astral Express, I am listing my opinions on aspects of the HSR designs, including things I kinda dislike or at least would change about certain playable designs in HSR to help myself with planning some of my own designs/redesigns for future art!

And I am so excited to get onto three of my favorite designs in this game!! The Stellaron Hunters are my babies and I originally was going to include them in the AE part 1 post, but sadly exceeded some kind of limit on the post while rambling about both of the groups designs, so they get their own post! And y'know what if that gives me more room to talk about them, I am not upset!

Ofc, Disclaimer: I am not a professional character designer, I'm not saying any of my ideas for them are objectively better or improvements even, nor am I bashing any of these designs. This is just my opinion and I like most if not all of the playable designs at the moment! I just have a few thoughts regarding them.

The List part 2:

Silver Wolf: I really like her design, I think honestly the Stellaron Hunters (at least for the trio, still forming my thoughts on Sam's) are easily some of the best designed characters in HSR so far. I do think out of those three designs though, Silver Wolf might be the weakest? Not that it's bad ofc, as I just said I think they're some of the best designs, but alongside Kafka and Blade, it feels like there's more that could be done with her design. They went ham on having so many like "Haha look she's a gamer!" details on her outfit that it ends up a bit eye rolling when you keep seeing all the details. The buttons hanging from her belt, the controller garter, the pattern on the fabric hanging from her hip for no reason, the power button logos on her her belt in multiple places and the strap that hold her knife, and that's not even all of them. It's just a bit much. Yes, she's a gamer, we get that. It doesn't need to be sprinkled throughout her design this much, at least not in this way. Because the way they did it, admittedly looks a bit gimmicky since it's only visual details rather than anything more is the best way I can describe it. I would maybe give her a few more items in place of all of these little things. Give her a visible earpiece, or some other kind of hands off communication device. Give her more devices if you're gonna have her adorned with all these straps, make them useful. Though I have two (maybe three?) other bigger ideas that could either work for changing her up physically, either separately or somehow together in a design. I'm stuck between the idea of giving her comfier clothes, both to reflect her more laid back personality and also to fit more so with what she does, or giving her more of a tech wear influence in her design, especially considering PunkLorde is meant to be a cyberpunk themed place. I feel like there's a better way to reflect that influence in her design. Also I dunno about you, but when I think cyberpunk I think of Neons a bit. I’m not saying turn her whole color palette that, but I think in a few of the patterns or in little details adding tiny touches of neon would look cool and help make her pop out a bit. (Sorry this ended up rambling, when I actually draw my thoughts for her, it will come through cleaner and clearer. Overall, I really like her design still even if there's a lot of details I would preferably change.)

Kafka: Kafka is one of my favorite designs, I adore her, I adore the spider, the web, and even the butterfly motifs present in her design. Her color scheme has a sense of allure to it if that makes sense, well balanced throughout her from head to toe. If I were to change something, it would be to make her design more show-y, a little more over the top. As it stands, Himeko has a more ostentatious design than her. Which feels off to me. "Oh but she's going on missions, taking people out, and collecting Stellarons. Her practical design makes sense." Very true, but also these missions aren't merely just missions. They are performances, displays of acting according to Elio's scripts in order to obtain the results he needs for the future. Kafka, of the rest of the Stellaron Hunters we've seen so far, seems to be the one that best fits into the role of Elio's dramatic villain/anti-hero. I mean just compare her presence in the Luofu quest to like Blade also in the Luofu quests, or Sam in the Penacony ones. There is a difference in dramatics and performance. She beckons the audience's (and law enforcement's) eyes towards her, as she strings them along with her schemes and plans. She is made to be the one in the lime light, delivering monologues and putting on the best show for everybody. When we look at the few missions of the Stellaron Hunters we’ve seen so far, Kafka does fit the bill as the star of his show, his leading actor in the role of the antagonist. As such, I think Kafka could benefit from making her outfit a bit more dramatic, leaning into the role she plays even further. Especially when thinking about how playing up that dramatized version of herself would work with the facade she's hinted at putting up. I do adore it the way it is, I just think more could be done with it. Lean a bit harder in, and by nature of making her more over the top, that could lead to the potential for a more interesting silhouette depending on how it's handled. Maybe even some more elements to influence like making it more over the top could be inspired from the Kafka Stigmata in HI3rd

Blade: I can’t lie to y’all. I think his design is close to perfection. I think it’s so well done (even though the silhouette could use some work? Depending?), it’s absolutely packed with symbolism. However, aside from just some silhouette adjustments, something I would change is the emphasis of how injured he is. The injuries he feels every single day of his life, that can’t heal because of Jingliu essentially overriding the default state his body is trying to restore. It’s a big thing in his lore, so much so that it’s been mentioned multiple times including in a main companion quest and literally up front show to us face to face. That cg of him with the sword in his chest feels like somebody stuck a sword in mine every time I see it, I swear. But design wise, I feel like this point about him and his history doesn’t shine through as well, and it feels like the gravity of that time isn’t properly portrayed in his design. Like let me emphasize, Bailu’s words might suggest that the default state for some of his injuries is literally open and bleeding so... And you might think “Oh that’s funny, when he’s literally covered in bandages like his arm and chest.” Well, I’ll one up you by clarifying if you look up his jacket as he runs, you’ll see his model has bandages ALL the way down his torso!! But the thing is, this is covered by his jacket. We only see his hand bandaged and a little peek at his chest, but his face? Completely fine. The rest of his body? Perfectly covered not showing anything. If I could change his design just a bit, first off, I’m making his coat more tattered and broken. Yes he gets his coat replaced at times, but that doesn’t mean we need to always see it in pristine condition. He’s a fighter, making his coat have tears in it, leave the edges worn down, more fabric than just his red ribbons to be frayed at the ends. In those tears of his clothes, either show bandages (left up to you whether to be seen as fresh injuries covered waiting to heal or more wrapped remnants of Jingliu’s slashes) or scars on every single bit of skin that manages to peek out from that coat. And for some flavor, add some scars to his face however big or small. There’s no way I can believe Jingliu killed him hundreds of times and didn’t at least once go for a head shot. I bet that woman knows the extent of his healing like the back of her hand, I bet she could answer my question about how exactly Blade’s body would heal if his limbs were severed. If he has some part of himself not covered, it should have evidence that he was harmed there! Never let us forget that part of his lore! NEVER!!

(I promise I’m totally not insane about him, what ever could lead you to that conclusion?)

I want to say, I will eventually update this once we have more Sam lore, perhaps I’ll include Sam with the Penacony characters post to make it easier or I’ll just redo the Stellaron Hunters post and revise and revisit my ideas for these three! As it stands, I want to wait until we have more Sam lore and more things cleared up about them before I jump into talking about the armor design or things I know from leaks until it’s been confirmed or disproven so I can give better my thoughts about the design in relation to the character!! Please stay tuned, I can’t decide if I should go for Overworld Belobog first because I have more clear ideas (including a rant about one specific character) or if it’s best to go to Herta Space Station first in order to just go in order essentially. Who knows ! Well! I hole you enjoyed this, I adore the Stellaron Hunters and any time I am able to talk about them I am very happy :D

#basically to sum it up #kafka and blade’s designs need to lean in more to certain aspects #(the drama and the trauma)#and sw’s needs to ease up on the gimmick #but overall?#some of my favorite designs in the game #MWAH love them #okay im finishing this at 3:30 am and i need to sleep so ill schedule this for later #have a good day y’all <3 #the stelle redesign btw is cooking in my wips im just making notes about what i would change or explore #so i can start making concept arts for the different ideas i hav #after her will probably be either himeko or march bc im still thinking of ideas for dh #and once i have this post done i might be doing belobog next #which as a heads up #will feature one of the character design opinions I feel so strongly about that it inspired this whole series of posts #(spoiler alert: the belobog design is servals and youll understand what i mean when i say i feel strongly soon enough)#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr blade #hsr kafka #silver wolf #stellaron hunters

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