#✱ . ° ╰ ix. inquire ⊱ don’t forget; i’m with you in the dark

[prophetcy]

✱   @roskaarotta​   ⊱   NO LITTLE DARKNER BOY DON'T GO IN THE WEED CAVE

❝    this  cave  is  full  of  BLUNTSMOKEN   !    ❞

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame IX

Author’s note: Happy New Year everyone! Let’s start it off right with positivity and no looking back on a bad 2020. Can’t wait to continue to write for such excellent fans, you guys/gals are the best!

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Word count: 2741

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: The usual, nothing new to add.

Since your unexpected kiss with Ivar in that dark corridor, you had avoided him. It was no simple task, as he seemed hell-bent on getting you alone if he could, and that made you feel like a mouse living with a cat. You double-checked every corner before turning, and you tried to finish your work before sundown. Audhild had been an additional ally to you, whether intentionally or by happy accident, you weren't sure. She kept you by her side even with tasks she could have accomplished without your help. You weren't certain of her relationships with the sons of Ragnar, only that she acted independently of them. That was something that still took getting used to; women operating on their own accord.

While you continued to ponder over Ivar's pursuing you, you also tried to make sense of your feelings. Men in general were something you had always been fearful of. You had seen rape and abuse from an early age on the streets of Rendlesham, and you learned quickly not to trust an innocent face. Ivar's face was fair when not screwed up and twisted in rage, and he had the shyness of a boy when he kissed you. But you could not forget he was a heathen. His affection had been severe, clutching and pulling with desperation you thought you would drown in. 

Your feelings were beginning to frighten you. You had returned the kiss without struggle, and you had been tempted to give in to more before a heightened sense of self had kicked in. This Viking had murdered your priests and his own brother, yet you were having lustful thoughts. God would be disappointed in your lack of restraint. 

You needed guidance. When you had been in the abbey, you would often go to the senior Sisters for advice. Audhild was patient, but she would not understand the inner turmoil of a Christian. There was only one other in the encampment who you could speak to, and the moment you were no longer needed by the healers, you snuck off towards the courtyard where Bishop Heahmund was being held.

Only one guard was posted now, as the Bishop had given them no more trouble since you had been brought to him. He was still fettered in chains, but he wore a serene look that would have angered the devil. His faith could not be shaken, and you envied his composure.

As you approached from the building across the way, the guard glanced at you. He did not dismiss you from coming closer to Heahmund, instead seeming to lose interest in you entirely. 

"Bishop Heahmund," You called softly, creeping nearer.

His eyes shot open, but he did not appear surprised by your intrusion. Giving you a smile, he indicated for you to sit. "Hello, Sister Mary Catharine. I wondered if I would see you again, but I had hoped. You are the bright light of York in this nest of heathens."

He couldn't seem to cease with the flattery, and you remembered the rumors about Heahmund being led into temptation by widows. Ivar wasn't wrong when he had accused you of having desirable thoughts for the man. Hearing stories of the Bishop, he had sounded larger than life, like a hero from a story. You used to envision him coming to take you away from your lonely days in the convent, this handsome and brave warrior. Those had been the daydreams of a young girl. Seeing him captured by the same heathens who had enslaved you, the glass had shattered, and what remained was just a man.

"How have you been?" You asked while tucking your dress behind you as you sat on the ground.

"My head is clear, and my resolve is set. They want me to fight for their cause, and I see no alternative to this request. If I want my freedom, I'll have to go along with whatever the Boneless one commands."

You frowned, not understanding why Ivar wanted Heahmund on his side. He was a devout Christian who wouldn't stray from his path and could turn on the heathens at the opportune moment. A part of you worried for Ivar. 

"Are you certain this is what God would want?"

"I do not see this as a defeat, rather that God has a new plan for me and this is the way I must follow," Heahmund said, and the chains rattled as he readjusted his position to look at you. "But you did not come here to discuss my fate, Sister. You are still bothered by what we spoke of the last time we met. The youngest son of Ragnar is still giving you trouble."

You ducked your head in a penitent gesture. "I feel lost, and in need of guidance. You keep calling me Sister, but shamefully I no longer think of myself as a nun."

"You have forsaken our Lord?"

You were surprised by how there was no venom behind his question, just bald-faced curiosity. "No, I still have my faith, but my station is misplaced. I would like it if you called me (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)? That was your name before you took your vows?"

"Yes, and though I haven't gone by it in years, I feel more like that abandoned little girl than I do Sister Mary Catharine."

"Their people are changing you," Heahmund said, appearing thoughtful. "Your heart is growing restless, and you are curious about their ways. The youngest son of Ragnar is trying to steal you away, but look sharp, for God would never allow one of his children to be pried from his embrace."

"Ivar he…he frightens me, but I am also excited when I am with him," You confessed, and your heart thundered at the admission. "I come alive when he's near. He sees me in a way that no one else ever has."

"(Y/N), look at me," Heahmund demanded, and you did, startled by his tone. "You cannot fall in love with this heathen. He will lead you astray, and leave when it is of most convenience for him. You must pray for forgiveness, and honor God by respecting the vows you have entered into."

His severe expression was marred by what he was preaching, and you felt your hand clench tight in anger. You surged up onto your feet, standing over him like a scarecrow in a field.

"And what of you, Bishop? Were you honoring your vows when you were between the legs of those widows?"

Heahmund turned away with a stiffness to his face, as if he couldn't believe you had spoken such a thing. You had surprised yourself as well. "That was different, and you wouldn't understand."

"You're right about that. Unless you were hoping to find God in the arms of those women, I couldn't possibly understand your reason."

"You are young, and you have yet to learn that life is often complicated."

You threw your arms up in the air, a wild gesture that probably resembled an agitated bird more than that of a rational woman. "Then let it be complicated. Hurt, and lust, and pain, and hunger; these aren't terrible things. They let us know that we are alive, and I've felt more of that here with these heathens than I ever did back home."

"You cannot possibly understand what you are saying," He argued back, and you thought he was going to lecture you further, but he took a moment to collect his breath. "My apologies. You sought my counsel, and I have only offered judgement. We should cling to each other in this desolate place if we are to survive the Northmen."

You didn't want to fight with him any longer either, but you could see that as far as Ivar and his people were concerned, you were not of one mind with Heahmund. Coming to him had erased some of your doubts, but you did not realize how much your tolerance towards the Vikings had shifted. There were bad men among them, but nothing anymore abhorrent than what you had seen from Saxons. 

"I'm sorry as well," You said, shifting back and forth on your feet. "I was quick to anger. Maybe I wasn't ready to admit in my heart how I have begun to change towards them."

"May I inquire something else about you? Seeing as I've already insulted you, I don't believe it is too bold to ask."

"You may," You said, permitting him. 

"If we were to be liberated by the King and his army this very moment, and brought back to Wessex, would you return to the Church?"

You came to your answer quickly and without trepidation. "No."

"I see." Heahmund didn't let on about how he felt about your answer, and you didn't want to know. Disappointing him seemed about the worst thing you could have done, and you didn't want to dwell on that. "(Y/N), you shouldn't have come here."

You frowned. "Why not?"

"We've been careless. Ivar knew you would come here. See there, the guard is gone."

You looked to where Heahmund's watch had been stationed to find the spot no longer occupied. The guard had taken his leave the moment you two had been engaged in your disagreement. Ivar must have known you would seek out Heahmund eventually. 

"It's fine," You said with more confidence than you felt. It was to be expected that Ivar would be waiting to speak with you again, and you knew he could have done so whenever he desired. He had held back on forcing you, but you didn't know if it was kindness or another manipulation on his part. "I think I'm ready to face him. There will be no more running for me."

"Go with the grace and strength God has given you. Even if you have turned from your path of the Church, God will never stop fighting for you."

You knelt before Heahmund. "Thank you, Bishop. I hope I am granted with clarity to see my true path."

You placed a parting kiss on his forehead and offered him a smile before standing. Taking a look around the courtyard you did not spot Ivar waiting for you. You knew he would find you though, and you began making your way back to the small room that you had been sharing with the other slaves who aided the healers. 

For such a short walk, one you had taken many times, it seemed to have grown in distance. You kept expecting Ivar or one of his guards to pop out and grab you, but nothing so substantial occurred. The faces you passed paid you no mind, and you arrived at your destination relieved and a little bit let down. You had been ready to get the confrontation over with.

You opened the door, ready to be met with the company of some of the other slaves. None of them spoke with you outside of your duties, and it bothered you. It was an act of self-preservation. They knew you held the attention of Ivar, and so that meant he spared them little mind. Better you than them was probably what many of them thought, and you couldn't fault them for that. It seemed you were fated to be alone. The only other slave who had gone out of her way to speak with you had been a spy, and you hadn't seen her since. Something about that felt deliberate.

When you entered inside of the cramped quarters, you did not find any of your bunkmates. You were alone with Ivar, and that meant his guard couldn't have been far behind. He had kept hidden, luring you into a false sense of security. 

"Hello," You greeted dumbly, not knowing what else to say. You kept tight by the door, not taking a step further in. Ivar was looking pensive, with an air of despondence clinging to him. 

"How is the Bishop fairing?"

"Resilient," You said, relaxing a bit that he didn't immediately discuss something of a more delicate nature. "He says he will fight for you."

"He doesn't have a choice. Either he fights or he dies, and I will need his strength soon enough," Ivar said, his severe tone causing you to flinch. With stiff movements, he maneuvered himself to stand, but he did not try to encroach upon your space. "The time to leave York has come, but some of my people have chosen to stay behind. Our army needs allies, but this business with the spy has made me doubtful of who I can trust."

"What will you do?" You asked, feeling out of depth to be having this conversation. You knew little of wars and alliances, and you didn't understand why Ivar was sharing this with you. 

"It's been decided that Ubbe will return home to Kattegat with a handful of warriors, under the pretense that he has abandoned our army. The woman ruling there murdered our mother, and it is likely she sent the spy."

"Where will you go then, if not home?"

Ivar hesitated, and you had never known him to look away when speaking with you. "I need to meet with Harald Finehair. He could be a potential ally to retake Kattegat...but I also suspect he sent the spy. The sons of Ragnar losing control of the Great Heathen army would benefit him in his bid to become King of Norway."

There was another man with lofty ambitions. The world must look different when you wake up as a Viking. You took a step forward, garnering Ivar's attention. 

"And where does he live?"

"In Vestfold, but you will not be going there," Ivar said, and he looked overcome with guilt. "I'm sending you with Ubbe to Kattegat. It is safer for you there."

"But I'm only a slave. What difference does it make where I go?"

"Harald and his men do not exercise restraint when it comes to Christians, and I can't have my eyes constantly on you nor can I keep a guard around one slave without arousing suspicion," He explained, but his reasoning was flawed. You had no doubt Heahmund would be going with him, and you knew Ivar didn't hold back when it came to murdering your people. "Ubbe will keep you safe, and Audhild will go with you as well."

You let out a dry chuckle, feeling any control over your life seeping through your fingers like sand. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do in Kattegat."

"I need you to stay alive," Ivar said with a fierceness that made it sound like an order. He crossed the short distance of the room before you could blink, and took your hands together to place something cold in your grasp. "Take this. It can take a life if you wield it right."

You looked down at the sheathed knife he had gifted you with. It was a heavy weight compared to the ones in the kitchen, and the hilt was carved into the shape of a wolf's head. You gave him a startled look before beginning to protest. "No, I cannot take a life Ivar."

You tried to return it to him, but he was forceful in making sure it stayed with you. "You will if someone wants to take yours. I won't let you die because of your stupid Christian beliefs about hell and perdition."

He squeezed his hand over the top of yours to secure your grip on the knife, and with the other he cupped the back of your neck, bringing you together for another kiss that you had been fearfully longing for. You didn't want to fight him, and you returned the kiss with all of the words you couldn't say. It wasn't a goodbye, you refused to believe that your time with this violent and vulnerable man was at an end. It was an 'until next we meet', and you cradled his jaw in your free hand, while you both still held onto the knife in the other. You don't know when you began to cry, only that the tears were silent as they slid down your face and transferred onto Ivar's cheeks. This caused him to hold you tighter. Even as the fire in the kiss dwindled, you clung to one another knowing this was the last moment you would share before you were to be parted.

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Daenerys Targaryen's tropes - A Mother to Her Men

This commander cares deeply about their men and exhibits it constantly. A mentor to the officers under them, they take a deep personal interest in their welfare and try to keep them out of harm's way. They would never say "We Have Reserves" unless they have absolutely no choice (and even then you can expect them to privately be torn up about it). Staff officers, engineers, and the Camp Cook will be treated with respect and made to feel as valued as the troops on the front line. However, they have no patience with the Glory Hound or the Obstructive Bureaucrat. They will never lay claim to their subordinate’s work, and will even downplay any credit that is due to them. They willown up to any mistakes, even those of their subordinates. In the latter case, they often follow up with treating their subordinate's mistakes as Career Building Blunders. When their followers are on the losing end of a battle, you better believe that No One Gets Left Behind. And when their subordinates actually die, they will remember all of their names and faces.

Gender flipped version of A Father to His Men with Dany.

Cares deeply about her followers and exhibits it constantly

Dany considered. The slaver host seemed small compared to her own numbers, but the sellswords were ahorse. She’d ridden too long with Dothraki not to have a healthy respect for what mounted warriors could do to foot. The Unsullied could withstand their charge, but my freedmen will be slaughtered. (ASOS Daenerys IV)

~

“...The slaves are weak from the march.”

“Freedmen,” Dany corrected. “They are slaves no longer.” (ASOS Daenerys V)

~

“No,” she said. “I will not march my people off to die.” My children. “There must be some way into this city.” (ASOS Daenerys V)

~

“Say the word, my sweet, and I will send you from this awful place. I will find a ship somehow and send you home. To Naath.”

“I would sooner stay with you. On Naath I’d be afraid. What if the slavers came again? I feel safe when I’m with you.”

Safe. The word made Dany’s eyes fill up with tears. “I want to keep you safe.” Missandei was only a child. With her, she felt as if she could be a child too. “No one ever kept me safe when I was little. Well, Ser Willem did, but then he died, and Viserys … I want to protect you but … it is so hard. To be strong. I don’t always know what I should do. I must know, though. I am all they have.” (ADWD Daenerys II)

~

Yesterday a wagon had been overturned and two of her soldiers killed, so today the queen had determined that she would bring the food herself. Every one of her advisors had argued fervently against it, from Reznak and the Shavepate to Ser Barristan, but Daenerys would not be moved. “I will not turn away from them,” she said stubbornly. “A queen must know the sufferings of her people.” (ADWD Daenerys VI)

~

“Go if you wish, ser. I will not detain you. I will not detain any of you.” Dany vaulted down from the horse. “I cannot heal them, but I can show them that their Mother cares.” (ADWD Daenerys VI)

~

When the gluttony was done and all the half-eaten food had been cleared away— to be given to the poor who gathered below, at the queen’s insistence— tall glass flutes were filled with a spiced liqueur from Qarth as dark as amber. (ADWD Daenerys VIII)

Refuses to forget her followers' names and faces and holds herself accountable for their deaths

“It was a cruel fate,” Dany said, “yet not so cruel as Mago’s will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear it by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh.” (AGOT Daenerys IX)

~

Jhogo said they must leave her or bind her to her saddle, but Dany remembered a night on the Dothraki sea, when the Lysene girl had taught her secrets so that Drogo might love her more. She gave Doreah water from her own skin, cooled her brow with a damp cloth, and held her hand until she died, shivering. Only then would she permit the khalasar to press on. (ACOK Daenerys I)

~

“Your Grace,” said Ser Barristan Selmy, the lord commander of her Queensguard, “there is no need for you to see this.”

“He died for me.” (ADWD Daenerys I)

~

“Stalwart Shield shall not be forgotten. Have him washed and dressed for battle and bury him with cap and shield and spears.”

“It shall be as Your Grace commands,” said Grey Worm.

“Send men to the Temple of the Graces and ask if any man has come to the Blue Graces with a sword wound. And spread the word that we will pay good gold for the short sword of Stalwart Shield. Inquire of the butchers and the herdsmen, and learn who has been gelding goats of late.” Perhaps some goatherd would confess. “Henceforth, no man of mine walks alone after dark.” (ADWD Daenerys I)

~

“They are afraid for their children,” Reznak said.

Yes, Daenerys thought, and so am I. (ADWD Daenerys II)

~

Her freedmen were represented by the captains of the three companies she had formed—Mollono Yos Dob of the Stalwart Shields, Symon Stripe-back of the Free Brothers, Marselen of the Mother’s Men. (ADWD Daenerys III)

~

… but Daenerys Targaryen had other children, tens of thousands who had hailed her as their mother when she broke their chains. She thought of Stalwart Shield, of Missandei’s brother, of the woman Rylona Rhee, who had played the harp so beautifully. No marriage would ever bring them back to life, but if a husband could help end the slaughter, then she owed it to her dead to marry. (ADWD Daenerys IV)

~

“Who is Eroeh?”

“A girl I thought I’d saved from rape and torment. All I did was make it worse for her in the end. And all I did in Astapor was make ten thousand Eroehs.”

“Your Grace could not have known—”

“I am the queen. It was my place to know.” (ADWD Daenerys V)

~

No queen has clean hands, Dany told herself. She thought of Doreah, of Quaro, of Eroeh … of a little girl she had never met, whose name had been Hazzea. Better a few should die in the pit than thousands at the gates. This is the price of peace, I pay it willingly. If I look back, I am lost. (ADWD Daenerys VIII)

Her followers view her as their mother

“Mhysa!” a brown-skinned man shouted out at her. He had a child on his shoulder, a little girl, and she screamed the same word in her thin voice. “Mhysa! Mhysa!”

Dany looked at Missandei. “What are they shouting?”

“It is Ghiscari, the old pure tongue. It means ‘Mother.’”

Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother. (ASOS Daenerys IV)

~

Their eyes followed her. Those who had the strength called out. “Mother … please, Mother … bless you, Mother …” (ADWD Daenerys VI)

~

Daenerys Targaryen was wed, the guards on the pens had told them, laughing. She had taken a Meereenese slaver as her king, as wealthy as he was noble, and when the peace was signed and sealed the fighting pits of Meereen would open once again. Other slaves insisted that the guards were lying, that Daenerys Targaryen would never make peace with slavers. Mhysa, they called her. Someone told him that meant Mother. Soon the silver queen would come forth from her city, smash the Yunkai’i, and break their chains, they whispered to one another. (ADWD Tyrion X)

~

Hizdahr’s blunder with Grey Worm had cost him the Unsullied. When His Grace had tried to put them under the command of a cousin, as he had the Brazen Beasts, Grey Worm had informed the king that they were free men who took commands only from their mother. (ADWD The Queensguard)

~

“Is it true?” a freedwoman shouted. “Is our mother dead?”

“No, no, no,” Reznak screeched. “Queen Daenerys will return to Meereen in her own time in all her might and majesty. Until such time, His Worship King Hizdahr shall—”

“He is no king of mine,” a freedman yelled. (ADWD The Discarded Knight)

[prophetcy]

✱   @fluersamour​​   ⊱   consider: chara and rals matching in a2 and d3,,,,

LET  ME  DRAW  YOUR  MUSES  IN  CUTE  CLOTHES   !

[prophetcy]

✱   anonymous  ( @bxrdly​​ )   ⊱   why are you so handsome what the HELL

❝    oh  my   !   no  no   ,   i’m...   i’m  not  that  handsome  am  i...   ?   also  you  shouldn’t  uh   ,   cuss  like  that...   !    ❞

[prophetcy]

✱   @deerloved​​​   ⊱   noelle in D3 pwease?

LET  ME  DRAW  YOUR  MUSES  IN  CUTE  CLOTHES   !

[prophetcy]

your url has me in fight or flight for a second I was like "who????? is this??? idk you? when did I follow-" ftjdgjdv

MONIQUE IM SO SORRYYYY I PROMISE IM NORMAL & WILL CHANGE IT BACK SOON (LIE)

[prophetcy]

✱   @toomanysweaters​   ⊱   ☕~! Attack me

THE  SMELL  OF  TEA  LINGERS...

from  the  way  the  tea  cup  was  decorated   /   you  could  of  mistaken  it  for  hot  cocoa  with  the  way  it  was  steaming.   yet   /   a  taste  you  weren’t  quite  expecting   (   it’s  cold   ).   like  freezing  snow   /   after  a  winter’s  day.   you  look  back  up  to  noelle   /   you  wonder  what’s  keeping  their  heart  so  frozen...   (   you  wonder...   ).

maybe  this  was  cheating   /   but  you  light  your  hands  with  that  gentle  warm  glow  from  your  palms.   letting  it  sit  for  a  moment   /   taking  another  sip  from  the  tea   (   ah   /   there’s  the  hot  cocoa   /  it  just  needed   /   a  little  help   ).

*   you  healed  +100   !

[prophetcy]

✱   @soulcaging​   ⊱   in a moment of sudden bravery, the lightner bows, one arm crossed over their chest and the other holding the darkner's hand in theirs. they look up through long bangs, a light smile on their face. red blooms across their face under their skin as they can barely maintain their composure, voice cracking with a twinge of anxiety as they speak so gently... "... how are you today, my prince..?" they're so embarrassed. they thought it'd be cute, but now they're embarrassed.

NOT  SO  PRINCELY

you  were   /   quite  the  curious  case   ,   weren’t  you   ?   (    after  all   /   you  were  only  ever  prince  in  name   ).   your  body  was  forged  by  pure  darkness   /   given  life  by  the  main  fountain  of  the  dark  world.   yet  what  of  your  family   ?   /   it  was  only  ever  you   ,   after  all   ,   no  royalty  whatsoever.   yet  the  legend  needed  a  prince   /   &   so  a  prince  you  would  become   (   practicing  all  the  etiquette  from  dusty  old  books  you  found   /   transforming  yourself  to  one  that  could  hold  your  composure   &   poise   /   allowing  your  body  to  flow  naturally   /   moving  as  any  prince  should   ).   polite   &   delicate  movements   /   you  spent  the  years  waiting  by  practicing  for  the  heroes  to  one  day  grace  you  with  their  light.

&   all  those  years  of  practice  are  gone  in  an  instant.

❝    k  ―  kris   !   what  are  you...    ❞   before  you’ve  even  a  chance  to  process  the  bow   ,   you  feel  their  hand  intertwine  with  your  own   /   delicately  they  held  your  hand  as  if  it  were  fragile   (   with  love   &   care   /   you  feel  your  cheeks  heating  up   ).   oh   /   what  should  you  do   ?   when  you  think  your  heart  has  had  enough   /   like  any  knight  would  they  call  you   “   my  prince   “   (   no  no  no   !   /   your  mind  goes  blank   /   even  after  all  these  years  you  weren’t  ready  to  be  treated  like  a  prince   !   )   oh  your  face  must  look  like  a  tomato  by  now   /   you  feel  the  garden  you  planted  in  your  heart  blossoming.

you  take  a  deep  breath   /   be  still  this  beating  heart  of  yours   (   they’re  just  asking  how  you  are   /   just  a  normal  conversation   !   /   you  can  do  this   ).

❝    oh...   uh   ,   well   i’m...    ❞   all  you  could  manage  was  nonsensical  muttering   /   you  look  away  from  kris   (   resisting  the  urge  to  hide  away  in  your  scarf   /   you  can’t  back  down  now   /   after  all  you  practiced  for  this   !   ).   without  realizing  it   /   your  grip  on  their  hand  tightens  just  a  bit.

❝    i’m...   i’m  doing  fine   ,   now   !   th  ―  thank  you   ,   kris.    ❞

unfortunately  for  kris   /   you  still  haven’t  realized  to  let  go  of  their  hand   (   hopefully  they  don’t  mind   ?   ).

[prophetcy]

✱   @delicis   ⊱   (kris) Hey ralsei check this out!!! (breaks a window of the castle for the bit)

(ralsei)❝    ...   &   you  did  this  for  what   ?    ❞

[prophetcy]

✱   @newsaveplus​   ⊱   he. . .

❝    he...    ❞

[prophetcy]

✱   @dealmkr​  ⊱   RALSEI WHAT'S A PILK

WHAT   ?

that’s   /   well...    (   uh   /   they’re...   /   alive   ?   ).   you’re  too  stunned  at  their  sudden  appearance   /   to  even  register  the  ridiculous  question  asked.   you  give  a  light  shake  of  your   head   /   even  if  this  wasn’t  planned  you  could  work  with  this   (   right   ?   ).   ahem   /   right   ,   anyways.

❝    sorry   ,   spamton.   i   ,   uh...   don’t  really  know  either   ?   you’ll  just  have  to  ask  kris  when  they  get  back.    ❞

[prophetcy]

✱   @gasterblasters​   ⊱   WHAT DOES CARE MEAN TO YOU? DOES IT COME GENTLE OR PASSIONATE?

there  it  is   /   in  the  shadow  of  the  walls   (   in  the  corners  of  the  room   /   does  it  rise   /   that  pitch  black  darkness   ).   you  give  it  a  stare  back   /   looking  in  as  if  there  was  something  there.   something  just  beyond  it   /   if  there  was   ,   what  would  you  see   ?   you  don’t  know   /   you’re  not  sure  if  you  even  want  to  know.

but  he  knows   /   doesn’t  he   ?

though  you’ve  lost  the  fear  in  your  eyes  when  you  see  him  rise  from  his  grave   /   the  uncomfortableness  settles  in  all  the  same   (   &   you  start  to  feel  an  ache  in  your  heart  once  he  makes  his  way  to  you   /   his  presence  is   /   overwhelming   ).   yet  you  do  not  deny  his  presence   /   the  loneliness  that  clings  to  your  heart  yearns   &   you’ve  no  heart  to  tell  it  no.   so  like  always   /   you  endure  it.

his  voice  echoes   &   it  clatters  with  each  syllable   /   garbled  noise  yet  amidst  the  chaos  you  attune  yourself  with  him   (   you  hear  his  query  all  the  same  like  before   ).   this  time  he  seeks  about  compassion   /   yet  what  of  you  to  know  about  that   ?   you  suppose  you’ve  read  those  old  tomes   /   you’ve  practiced  your  lines   ,   but  what  say  your  heart   ?   you  do  not  know  of  care   ,   do  you   ?   /   the  world  had  never  taught  you  care   ,   did  it   ?

❝    care...   ?    ❞   you  echo  back   /   you  wonder  if  the  void  was  listening  just  like  he  was  now   (   if  you  taught  the  void  to  care   /   would  it  finally  look  back  at  you  more  kindly   ?   /   would  the  darkness  seem  less  intimidating   ?   ).   ❝    it’s...   a  rather  funny  thing   ,   isn’t  it   ?   care.   showing  someone  just  an  inkling  of  care   ,   it  in  turns   ,   blossoms  a  whole  garden.   one  kindness  breeds  another   &   another   ,   on   &   on.    ❞   yet  you’re  dodging  the  question   ,   aren’t  you   /   the  man  does  not  want  what  care  is   (   he  wants  to  know  what  it  means  to  you   ).

❝    it’s...   a  dream.    ❞   your  voice  is  quiet   /   a  whisper  more  than  usual.   you  were  not  one  to  think  about  your  dreams   /   the  things  you  want.   this  story  was  never  really  about  you   ,   was  it   ?   /   it  was  about  the  two  heroes  you  were  destined  to  meet    (   you  were  just  there  to  serve  the  lightners   /   to  aid  them  on  their  journey  as  foretold  in  the  prophecy   ).   yet  the  man  stares  at  you   /   patiently.

you  continue.

❝    it’s  a  dream.   for  a  peaceful  tale   ,   for  a  happy  end.   care  comes  in  many  ways  both  gentle   &   passionate.   like  a  joke  to  lift  someone  up   ,   a  hug  when  someone’s  feeling  down   ,   or  a  cake  made  with  love.   all  of  these  things  are  like...   a  dream   ,   a  wish.   a  wish  to  solve  things  peacefully   ,   a  wish  to  treat  every  new  friend  with  love   &   care.    ❞

you  pause   /   taking  a  moment  to  look  away  from  your  visitor.

❝    well...   that’s  just  what  i  think  it  means  anyways.    ❞

[prophetcy]

✱   @scamton​   ⊱   ☕

THE  SMELL  OF  TEA  LINGERS...

it  tasted  like   /   a  really  bad  car  deal.

*   you  didn’t  heal  +50   !

[prophetcy]

✱   @lv2tactician​   ⊱   ☕

THE  SMELL  OF  TEA  LINGERS...

ah   !   /   the  tea  tasted  like  blueberries.   so  sweet   &   yet   /   an  acidic   &   sour  aftertaste  is  left  in  your  mouth   (   well   ,   you  suppose  it  was  blueberries  after  all   ).  before  you’ve  even  realized   /   there  was  no  more  tea  left   (   oops   /   looks  like  you  drank  it  all   !   /   you  really  wished  you  could  of  savored  it  more   ).

*   you  healed  +120   !

[prophetcy]

(kris) whats the ralsei doin