#a house in nebraska by ethel cain played on shuffle and i went “I've got an idea”

[theoutcastwrites]

"Make a wish."

Dainsleif looked at you in confusion. "A wish?"

"For the New Year," you clarified, "just think of something that you would really like to happen next year!"

He furrowed his brows in deep thought. What would Dainsleif like to see in the following year?

In his eyes, he already had it all: he had attained the position of knight captain of the Royal Guard. Khaenri'ah had flourished into something greater than godhood itself, its people proud, happy, safe. Dainsleif had his comrades, his brother, and you.

What else was there to want, really?

Thus he confessed: "I'm not sure I can think of something."

You blinked. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

Dainsleif smiled sheepishly, "nothing."

That answer seemed to really displease you.

"No way," you said, taking his hand between yours, "think harder. Come on. I know there's a nice wish somewhere in that pretty head of yours."

Stifling a laugh, Dainsleif gave your idea another shot.

His comrades, his brother, and you. You who he had known since childhood; you who welcomed him with open arms whenever he returned exhausted from work, or a long mission overground; you whom Dainsleif loved as much as his heart allowed him, you whom he would like to spend his entire life fighting for.

Dainsleif looked down at your hands which firmly held his own and realized, then, what his wish was.

I wish to marry you.

His eyes lingered on your ring finger - beautiful in all its bareness - and Dainsleif repeated that wish once, twice, thrice for good measure.

I wish to marry you, I wish to marry you, I wish to marry you.

"Have you got it?"

Dainsleif's gaze fell on your face; bewitching, endearing, the loveliest of all. He smiled and said:

"I've got it now."

If only the gods held any pity for him.

Who was he to wish for something good? In the face of the almighty gods that ruled this world, what weight did Dainsleif's dreams hold?

Dainsleif should have known, since childhood, that he was a wretched, despicable creature; a curse cast upon the nation that he loved so passionately. All the good things that he had known perished before his eyes on that fateful day and the best of them all - his most beloved, his sweetest love - died first.

And Dainsleif could do naught but watch.

[staghunters]

Azalea, tiger lily, lavender?

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

I got my Shaunajackie playlist on shuffle and currentlly A House In Nebraska by Ethel Cain is playing! It's a big one for the Feels, not just purely about those two (tho there's this really good edit with it on here that plays in my head whenever the second verse starts in), but also the whole small-town feeling of loss. I've not experienced anything irl that compares, but placing yourself within the narrative gets me in a big OOF.

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

OKAY OKAY HERE COMES

There's two in this post I made. From Gabriel Garcia Marquez and the Nell Crain monologue from Hill House (love that shit ugh).

They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain - from "Pepper" by Butthole Surfers

I will go in and have the courage to die. Look, these gates are the gates of Death. I greet them, and pray that I may meet a Deft and mortal stroke so that I may close my Eyes as my blood ebbs in an easy death. - last lines from the Kassandra monologue in Agamemnon by Aeschylus

"Tommy Ross, in the fading moments of his life now, took Carrie's hand and grinned at her, thinking that Susie's intuition had been very right. Somehow she grinned back. Tommy (she was right and i love her well i love this one too this carrie she is beautiful and it's right and i love all of them the light the light in her eyes) - from Carrie (the book) by Stephen King

HÉLOÏSE You know everything. MARIANNE Forgive me. I would hate to be in your place. HÉLOÏSE We're in the same place. Exactly the same place Come here. Sit down. Take a look. [With a glance, Héloïse indicates the easel. Marianne's empty space. Facing her.] HÉLOÏSE If you look at me, who am I looking at? - from Portrait of a Lady on Fire (dir. Céline Sciamma).

And probably much more that I can't come up with at the moment.

lavender— what is currently on your mind (aside from this ask game)?

I went on a twitter dive (I got a yj lurk account now *sigh*) and like any other person I'm wondering if my french is good enough to talk to sophie nélisse and not embarass myself lol

flower-themed asks