#according to a joy strategist

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• Your special qualities and career •

( according to your Destiny number)

•For entertainment purposes only, enjoy, pls don't repost my work without my permission •

💖 MASTERLIST

💖 DESTINY MATRIX CHART

💖 MIXED PERSONA CHART OBSERVATION

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✨ What is destiny number?

☞ A Destiny Number, also known as an Expression Number, is a numerical value calculated from the letters of an individual's full birth name. It reveals a person's life purpose, personality traits, strengths, and challenges. The Destiny Number is considered a key aspect of numerology, providing insight into an individual's potential and life path.

✨ Calculation link : here

Note : if your destiny Number comes out as 11, 22 or 33 . Don't add them, Cause these are master numbers.

• DESTINY NUMBER 1 •

•Special qualities:

Individuals with a Destiny Number of 1 are natural-born leaders, innovators, and pioneers.

They exude self-assurance and confidence, which helps them take risks and pursue their goals.

They have a strong desire to succeed and make a lasting impact.

Destiny Number 1 individuals often possess a charming and magnetic personality.

They have a natural inclination to start their own ventures and take charge of their destiny.

They are effective communicators, able to articulate their ideas and inspire others.

•Career paths:

Starting their own business or venture is a natural fit for Destiny Number 1 individuals.

They excel in executive positions, management, or leadership roles.

Careers in tech, research, and development suit their innovative nature.

Destiny Number 1 individuals thrive in creative industries like art, design, music, or writing.

Their problem-solving skills make them excellent consultants or strategists.

They are natural orators and motivators, making them great public speakers or coaches.

Their charisma and leadership abilities make them suitable for roles in politics or social activism.

• Often compatible with: Destiny no 3,5,7,9 individuals.

•DESTINY NUMBER 2 •

• Special qualities:

Exceptional listening and communication skills, able to understand and connect with others on a deep level

Strong emotional intelligence, empathy, and compassion, making them excellent counselors and friends

Diplomatic and mediating skills, able to bring people together and resolve conflicts.

Adaptable and flexible, with a ability to adjust to new situations and challenges.

Cooperative and team-oriented, with a strong sense of loyalty and commitment.

Intuitive and sensitive nature, with a strong connection to their emotions and the emotions of others.

•Careers:

Counselors, therapists, or coaches, helping others navigate life's challenges and achieve their goals

Diplomats, mediators, or negotiators, bringing people together and resolving conflicts in personal and professional settings

Human resources or personnel managers, using their emotional intelligence and communication skills to build strong teams

Teachers, trainers, or educators, inspiring and guiding others in academic and personal growth

Artists, designers, or musicians, expressing themselves creatively and bringing joy to others

Writers, poets, or journalists, using their words to inspire, educate, and connect with others

Sales or marketing professionals, using their communication skills and emotional intelligence to build strong relationships with clients and customers

Social workers or non-profit professionals, dedicating themselves to making a positive impact in their communities

•Often compatible with : Destiny number 4,6,8,9 individuals.

•DESTINY NUMBER 3•

•special qualities:

Exceptional creativity and imagination, with a talent for finding innovative solutions to problems .

Strong communication and expression skills, both verbal and written, with a ability to articulate ideas clearly and persuasively

Natural performers and entertainers, with a charisma and stage presence that draws others in

Optimistic and enthusiastic approach to life, with a ability to inspire and motivate others

Versatile and adaptable, with a ability to adjust to new situations and challenges with ease

Quick-witted and humorous, with a ability to think on their feet and come up with clever solutions

Innovative problem-solving skills, with a ability to think outside the box and come up with creative solutions

Leadership and motivational abilities, with a ability to inspire and guide others towards a common goal

• careers :

Graphic designers ie. Creating visual elements for websites, magazines and brands.painters, art exhibition, sculptors, commercial potrait and landscape photography.

Fashion designers

Writer, poet , journalists , writing and publishing books across various genres.

Theatre actors, working in movies , tv shows, commercials , musicians, or performing in various styles ballet/ hip-hop .

Public speaker/ motivational speaker/ life coach/ business coach.

Marketing and advance professionals , public relation specialist.

Teachers/ educators.

Media / entertainment professionals.

• Often compatible with : Destiny number 1,5,6 individuals.

•DESTINY NUMBER 4•

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 4 individuals are practical and detail-oriented, with a talent for organization and management.

They value stability and security, and work towards creating a solid foundation in their lives and careers.

Destiny Number 4 individuals are hardworking and diligent, with a willingness to put in the effort necessary to achieve their goals.

They are loyal and dedicated to their loved ones, colleagues, and causes they believe in.

Destiny Number 4 individuals are skilled problem-solvers, able to analyze situations and find practical solutions.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 4 individuals excel in designing and building structures, systems, and processes.

They make excellent managers, administrators, and executives, able to organize and lead teams.

Destiny Number 4 individuals are skilled in finance, accounting, and economics, and excel in careers like banking and investing.

They are detail-oriented and analytical, making them excellent scientists, researchers, and laboratory technicians.

Destiny Number 4 individuals excel in information technology, software development, and data analysis.

They make excellent healthcare professionals, including doctors, nurses, and medical administrators.

Destiny Number 4 individuals are drawn to careers in government, public policy, and non-profit organizations.

•often compatible with: Destiny number 1,2,6,8,9 individuals.

•DESTINY NUMBER 5 •

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 5 individuals are highly adaptable and flexible, able to adjust to new situations and challenges with ease.

They are curious and love to learn, with a thirst for knowledge and new experiences.

Destiny Number 5 individuals are creative and innovative, with a talent for finding novel solutions to problems.

They possess excellent communication skills, both written and verbal, and are able to articulate their ideas clearly and persuasively.

Destiny Number 5 individuals value freedom and independence, and prefer careers that allow them to work autonomously.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 5 individuals excel in creative fields like graphic design, painting, sculpture, photography, and fashion design.

They make excellent writers, journalists, and authors, with a talent for storytelling and communication.

Destiny Number 5 individuals are curious and analytical, making them excellent researchers and scientists.

They are natural entrepreneurs, able to develop innovative products and services and launch successful startups.

Destiny Number 5 individuals excel in consulting and strategy, helping businesses and organizations improve their operations.

They make excellent teachers and educators, able to inspire and guide students in various subjects.

Destiny Number 5 individuals love to travel and explore new places, making them a great fit for careers in the travel and hospitality industry.

• Often compatible with : Destiny number 1,3,7,9 individuals.

• DESTINY NUMBER 6 •

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 6 individuals are responsible and reliable, taking their commitments seriously.

They value family and home life, creating a warm and nurturing environment.

Destiny Number 6 individuals have a strong desire to care for and support others.

They are loyal and dedicated to their loved ones and causes they believe in.

Destiny Number 6 individuals are skilled problem-solvers, able to find practical solutions.

They possess creative talents, often expressed through art, music, or other forms of self-expression.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 6 individuals make excellent nurses, doctors, and healthcare administrators.

They are caring and supportive teachers, inspiring students and fostering growth.

Destiny Number 6 individuals excel in social work, counseling, and therapy.

They express their creativity through art, music, graphic design, and other artistic pursuits.

Destiny Number 6 individuals love food and nutrition, making them excellent chefs and nutritionists.

They create warm and welcoming spaces, reflecting their love for home and family.

Destiny Number 6 individuals are drawn to careers in non-profit organizations and community service.

• often compatible with:Destiny number 2,4,8,9 individuals.

•DESTINY NUMBER 7•

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 7 individuals are analytical and logical, with a talent for problem-solving.

They are independent and self-sufficient, valuing freedom and autonomy.

Destiny Number 7 individuals are drawn to spirituality and philosophical pursuits.

They are curious and love to learn, with a thirst for knowledge and wisdom.

Destiny Number 7 individuals strive for perfection and have high standards.

They are introspective and reflective, with a strong connection to their inner world.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 7 individuals excel in scientific research, analysis, and experimentation.

They are drawn to philosophical and theological pursuits, seeking truth and understanding.

Destiny Number 7 individuals make excellent analysts, strategists, and consultants.

They are skilled writers and journalists, communicating complex ideas with clarity.

Destiny Number 7 individuals are inspiring teachers and professors, sharing their knowledge and wisdom.

They excel in software development, programming, and coding.

Destiny Number 7 individuals are skilled investigators and detectives, solving mysteries and uncovering truth.

•Often compatible with: Destiny number 1,3,5 individuals .

• DESTINY NUMBER 8•

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 8 individuals are natural leaders, with a strong desire to manage and direct.

They are highly ambitious and driven to succeed.

Destiny Number 8 individuals exude confidence and charisma.

They are skilled strategists, able to plan and execute plans effectively.

Destiny Number 8 individuals have a natural talent for managing finances and resources.

They command respect and authority, with a strong presence.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 8 individuals are well-suited for top leadership positions.

They excel in starting and running their own businesses.

Destiny Number 8 individuals are effective managers and directors.

They make excellent financial advisors, accountants, and investors.

Destiny Number 8 individuals are drawn to careers in law and justice.

They are natural politicians and government leaders.

Destiny Number 8 individuals excel in real estate development and management.

• Often compatible with:Destiny number 1,2,4,6 individuals.

• DESTINY NUMBER 9 •

•Special Qualities:

Destiny Number 9 individuals are compassionate and caring, with a strong desire to help others.

They are innovative and forward-thinking, with a vision for a better world.

Destiny Number 9 individuals are highly creative and expressive.

They are empathetic and understanding, with a strong connection to others.

Destiny Number 9 individuals possess wisdom and intuition, often gained through life experiences.

They have a broad perspective and understanding of global issues.

•Career Paths:

Destiny Number 9 individuals excel in careers helping others, such as non-profit work, social services, and charity organizations.

They are drawn to creative fields like art, music, writing, and design.

Destiny Number 9 individuals make excellent leaders, inspiring and motivating others towards a shared vision.

They are passionate about sharing knowledge and guiding others.

Destiny Number 9 individuals are often drawn to careers in sustainability, conservation, and environmental protection.

They may pursue careers in spirituality, counseling, or religious leadership.

• Often compatible with: Destiny number 1,2,4,6,7 individuals.

• MASTER DESTINY NUMBER 11•

•Special Qualities:

Master Number 11 individuals have a strong spiritual connection and intuition.

They are innovative and forward-thinking, with a vision for a better world.

Master Number 11 individuals are highly creative and expressive.

They are empathetic and understanding, with a strong connection to others.

They have the ability to illuminate the path for others and guide them towards their purpose.

Master Number 11 individuals operate at a higher level of consciousness, understanding the mysteries of the universe.

•Career Paths:

Master Number 11 individuals make excellent spiritual leaders, guides, and mentors.

They are drawn to creative fields like art, music, writing, and design, creating innovative and visionary works.

Master Number 11 individuals are natural healers, using their intuition and spiritual connection to help others.

They excel in careers that require innovative thinking and problem-solving.

Master Number 11 individuals are passionate about sharing their knowledge and guiding others towards their purpose.

They are drawn to careers helping others, such as non-profit work, social services, and charity organizations.

• Often compatible with: Master Destiny no. 22 and 33 , Destiny number 7, 9 .

• MASTER DESTINY NUMBER 22 •

•Special Qualities:

Master Number 22 individuals have the ability to turn their visions into reality.

They are natural leaders, with a strong sense of purpose and direction.

Master Number 22 individuals combine creativity with practicality to create innovative solutions.

They have the ability to manifest their desires into reality.

Master Number 22 individuals operate at a higher level of consciousness, understanding the mysteries of the universe.

They possess excellent diplomatic skills, able to balance different perspectives and interests.

• Career Paths:

Master Number 22 individuals make excellent leaders in various fields, inspiring and guiding others towards a shared vision.

They excel in careers that require innovative design and practical problem-solving.

Master Number 22 individuals are natural entrepreneurs, turning their ideas into successful businesses and products.

They are drawn to careers in diplomacy, mediation, and conflict resolution.

Master Number 22 individuals are passionate about sharing their knowledge and guiding others towards their purpose.

They excel in creative fields like art, design, and music, creating innovative and practical works.

• Often compatible with : Master destiny Number 11 and 33, destiny number 4,6,8.

• MASTER DESTINY NUMBER 33 •

• Special Qualities:

Master Number 33 individuals have a strong desire to teach and guide others.

They are deeply compassionate and caring, with a strong sense of social responsibility.

Master Number 33 individuals are highly creative and innovative.

They possess excellent listening skills and empathy, understanding others on a deep level.

Master Number 33 individuals have a strong spiritual connection, understanding the mysteries of the universe.

They are natural leaders, inspiring and guiding others towards a shared vision.

• Career Paths:

Master Number 33 individuals make excellent teachers, guides, and mentors.

They are drawn to careers in social services, non-profit organizations, and charity work.

Master Number 33 individuals excel in creative fields like art, music, writing, and design.

They are natural counselors and therapists, helping others overcome challenges.

Master Number 33 individuals are drawn to careers in spirituality, guiding others towards enlightenment.

They excel in careers that require creativity, innovation, and leadership.

• Often compatible with: Master destiny number 11 ,22 , destiny number 6,9.

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Thanks for reading ✨

- Piko 💫

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How the hitman react when you throw it back

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The Sniper:

Ossian damn near almost died from the excessive amount of nosebleeds and was overflowing with joy pouring from every office of his body. When he had his beautiful crush throwing it back on him of all people. He didn’t know wether to frame the pants you grinded back on in his cherished trophy shrine of you. Or to just keep wearing the same jeans every single day for the rest of his life without washing it so he could still smell your scent.

The Medic:

Koji could only purr the most filthiest things into your ear taking the utmost pleasure into making you into flustered hot mess. As he confidently took the lead dancing the tango with you never failing to make you swoon with his sadistic charm. That quickly escalated to the both of you getting hot and bothered.

The Strategist:

Bjorn was gonna be fine! He calculated this it was going exactly according to plan. Well everything except the prominent boner he had from you merely brushing up against his crotch. Nevertheless he maintained his composure despite his cheeks burning with a fervent blush and made sure that you had the best night of your life with him by your side.

The Hacker:

Devious was Yujin’s middle name and since you decided to throw it back. He decided that he would return the favor since two can play at that game. He even hijacked the DJs booth to play the songs that would give him the upper hand against your skill. Although it was evident he lost the fight clearly he won the war. Since his antics made you compelled to dominate him with your irresistible ass throwing it back even more violently which only made him lean back enjoying the ride while he bared a cattish grin of pure satisfaction.

The Torturer:

Lord have mercy on this soft giants soul. Moros malfunctioned at the mere faintest touch from you and automatically covered his face like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Just having no choice but to let you do as you pleased as he was frozen stiff to the the spot. He couldn’t even move if he wanted too because he couldn’t bear to tear himself away from you to begin with. Especially after he peeked through his scared fingers and saw how much fun you were having at his expense. He’d gladly sacrifice his dignity in order to see his sunshine smile.

The Enforcer:

He beat you to it first he would never pass up the chance to make you laugh from how he threw it back on you with such finesse and sass. All in all he wanted the both of y’all to have a night full of fun and laughter. He was just happy to be there with you although he wouldn’t lie and say that his little friend also was happy with the way you reciprocated his gestures.

[star-farer]

The Ik'aad AU

In their late teens (around 9 to 10 standard years, developmentally 19), Clone Force 99 discover a defective tubie in a med-bay slated for decommissioning. In their attempts to save her, they bond with her unexpectedly (who am I kidding, of course it's expected). It gets to the point where they adopt her (how surprising), often sneaking her away in between missions or training.

Lore:

Omega ages like a normal clone: Twice as fast as a human.

Cody might have been introduced to her (Ba'vodu Kote!) but until I know enough about his character to write him comfortably, only the Batch will have known her.

They meet her in their late cadet-hood and raise her even after they're deployed.

They keep her a secret, one that only the Kaminoans and the Batch know about.

When she is 2-going-3 (around 5 years old by development), she is taken away from the Batch, Nala Se revealing she has known about the Batch's connection with her since the day they met.

They meet once more in accordance with canon: In Tipoca City's halls. She's around 4.5 years old, making her 9 developmentally.

Echo is more Ba'vodu than Buir here, since he meets Megs only after Order 66, as per canon. She was a painful subject among the Batchers, so they never broached the topic to him after he joined.

Art

coming home — Hunter and Omega

Miscellaneous Art — Wrecker, Omega, Gonky, Hunter and Tech

Baby Omega Studies — Omega <3

The Tech Finger (tm) — Omega once again!

Other

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on bedtime and bathtime

on biting

on shaak ti, om'ika and memories

Writing

lost stars — Pabu has fallen, its beaming star lost.

sunshine — A moment spent in joy.

litany of time — In which a clone-child reacquaints with the mundane of science and loss.

cover me with a red sky tonight — When the asset of Tantiss Base returns home.

bellfruit — Beware the glimmering eyes of bronze.

big words and little fishes — A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Clone Force 99 spends an evening out with their toddler.

heart first — Ninety-nine times out of ten.

make it right — One night on cold Kamino, long before Order 66, Hunter discovers agony incarnate.

the vanishing clone — Young Clone Force 99 have a moment with their ad'ika on the way back to Kamino.

grief unspeakable — A curious exchange between Echo and Crosshair, set before Order 66.

fill the skies — A quiet early morning passes on Tipoca City.

the cost of joy — The return from Weyland is not one of loud victory.

fateague — Sick little clones must rest.

bruises and bickering — Children will always find ways of getting into trouble.

to capture your doom — Loveless worlds hold no power over a child of hope.

multifaceted — Tired minds and unwise choices.

Secret (Sister) Weapon — Featuring a young Omega at age 4-ish and her group of brotherdads, a gigantic piece of fluff.

midst the storms — Wounds, old and new. Take heart, weary soul.

soft falls the victory — When at last you are smiled upon kindly.

as I lay me down to sleep — Rain and warmth.

painters and strategists — A warning against wily children.

to mend the rift — What is guilt in the face of love?

Waking and Sleeping — Omega’s nights are lonely on Kamino, and she doesn’t quite know why until she reunites with the Batch.

the quiet in between — Even amidst a galaxy of war, the grass still grows.

change — To be cradled by a bed, or to be cradled by love

from green to gold, bliss to woe — Hope is the thing with feathers; despair whets her jagged arrows sharp.

white lies and dear laughter — Naive little clones will ever be teased by fond fathers.

[gemsofgreece]

Which Byzantine figures do you consider underrated? As someone who has slowly started to learn more about Byzantium, names like Constantine the Great, Justinian the Great, Theodora, Irene of Athens, Anne Komnene, Nikephoros Phokas, Constantine Palaiologos, Tsimiski, Basil, Zoe and Theodora Porprhyrogennita and Theophano are familiar, but do you have any other recommendations (sorry if I misspelled some)?

Below are a few Byzantine historical figures I find very interesting currently:

Flavius Belisarius (c.500 - 565)

While Justinian the Great is one of the most significant emperors in history, his accomplishments would simply not be the same, if he did not have Belisarius as his military commander. He was of uncertain descent (possibly Thracian, Illyrian or less so Greek) but his mother tongue was certainly Latin. Belisarius reconquered Rome and Italy while severely outnumbered during the Gothic War, defeated the Sassanids in the Iberian War, conquered the Vandal Kingdom in North Africa, successfully repulsed the Huns and defended the empire from the Persians and the Arabs. The Byzantine Empire reached its largest surface mostly thanks to Belisarius. A more controversial point in his life was when he was commanded to suppress the notorious Nika riots against Justinian, which ended in a massacre of dozens of thousands civillians. Belisarius was above all a strategist; he didn't mind fleeing the battle or using trickery in order to win a war. Despite his analytical mind in battle, he resolutely wasn't one in the affairs of the palace. Belisarius was married and quite smitten with Antonina, who had the favour of Empress Theodora, and thus felt safe to be totally unhinged. Schemes happening in the palace would sometimes find a scapegoat in Belisarius, who was likely the most genuinely devoted person to the emperor. As a result, Belisarius was often not treated well by the emperor and the secretaries and he was cheated on by his wife. He was even led to trial for betrayal, although Justinian eventually pardoned him. According to legend, Justinian first blinded him and then pardoned him, although lately the historicity of this is questioned. What's certain is that Belisarius didn't receive the respect he deserved in his personal life but he earned the respect of the historians, who consider him one of the best military leaders in history.

Ioannis II Komnenos (1087 - 1143)

Known as Kaloioannis (John the Good / Beautiful), Ioannis is considered the best emperor from the Greek dynasty of the Komneni. Ioannis was not beautiful, he must have been rather unattractive actually, but he earned the title because of his noble character. He was the brother of Anna Komnene, he was the one she tried to poison so that she would ascend to the throne instead. Ioannis forgave her. Ioannis was very just, modest and pious and would only use his imperial luxuries during diplomat visits. He was married to Irene of Hungary. Whether it was because of his piety, his natural predesposition or a different orientation, Ioannis was not very interested in the joys of marriage. However, he remained devoted and faithful to her. It is notable that during his long reign, not a single person was sentenced to death or mutilation, at a time that this would have been the norm for criminals and traitors. Despite all that, Ioannis was actually a great military leader once need arose. His biggest goal as an emperor was to undo the damage from the Battle of Manzikert 50 years prior. Indeed he forced Seljuk Turks to assume a defensive stance and did expand the empire's power to the east again. The Byzantine population increased during his reign. It is certain that Ioannis left the empire significantly better than how he received it. Some sources suggest that Ioannis' noble character was an inspiration to the people of his empire.

Michael Psellos (1017 - 1078)

Psellos was a Greek man of great knowledge and intellect and a questionable character. He did it all; he was a monk, a writer, a philosopher, a judge, a music theorist, an imperial advisor and courtier and a historian. His skill in literally everything led him quickly to the position of the leading professor in the University of Constantinople and that of secretary in the imperial court. His political influence was immense and he saw many emperors succeed each other while he maintained his position as political advisor. Because a big part of his work is autobiographical, it is unclear whether some of his claims are entirely reliable; Psellos was prone to vanity and sarcasm against those who did not favour him. Psellos studied Plato thoroughly, so much so that at times his faith in Christian Orthodoxy was questioned. *Fun fact: Psellos was apparently good at everything except Latin. His Latin was so rusty he confused Cicero with Caesar!

He looks like a Greek Rasputin in his painting above lol Anyway, he was manipulative but he wasn't nowhere near as controversial as Rasputin, let me be clear.

Georgios Gemistos Plethon (c. 1355 - 1452/1454)

Gemistos Plethon was a scholar and philosopher of the late Byzantine era. He was the pioneer of the revival of Greek scholarship in Western Europe. He was secretly not Christian, he believed in the Ancient Greek gods. Plethon admired Platon too. (It's Platon in Greek.) So much so that he added "Plethon" next to his surname Gemistos, which means pretty much the same thing (full) except more archaic and more similar to Plato(n)'s name! He was imperial advisor to the Palaeologi dynasty who at the time were reigning from Mystras, as the empire was dissolving. Everyone suspected his pagan beliefs but he was so influential and important that nobody dared confront him about it. He taught philosophy, astronomy, history, geography and classical literature. He was invited to Florence, Italy to teach Plato and Aristotle and help Florentines understand the differences between the two philosophies. Plethon died in Mystras shortly before or after the Fall of Constantinople. We don't know if he lived enough to see the empire fall. Around 10 years later, some of his Italian followers stole his remains from Mystras and interred him in Rimini, Northern Italy, so that he could "rest amongst free men". Plethon's vision was the revival of the Byzantine Empire, founded on a utopian Hellenic (and not universal) system of government. In one of his speeches, he said "We are Hellenes by race and culture". He is at the forefront of historical studies exploring the connections between Byzantine and Modern Greek identity.

Laonikos Chalkokondyles (c. 1430 - 1470)

Chalkokondyles was an Athenian native, from a prominent old family of the city. He was a historian who witnessed the last years of the Byzantine and the early years of the Ottoman Empire. He was sometimes employed by the Byzantine emperors as a messenger to the Sultan Mehmed II, not without drama. Chalkokondyles wrote in detail about 150 years prior to his lifetime. He described the fall of the Byzantine Empire, he offered a profile of the Ottoman Turks, and he wrote about their conquest of the Venetians and Matthias the King of Hungary. He also explored the civilisations of England, France and Germany. I didn't know about him until I read a great Romanian biography of Vlad Tepes the Impaler (you know, the inspiration of Count Dracula). Chalkokondyles's input is extensive and invaluable for this book; he wrote about Vlad's ancestors and the fights of the Wallachian princes with the Ottomans. His style of writing was mostly clear and simple, styled after Thucydides. He called the Byzantines “Hellenes” and did not use the term "Rhomaioi" (Romans in Greek) for them.

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Will Joe Biden Join Kamala on the Campaign Trail? The Answer Is a Bit Eye-Opening

Barack Obama joined the campaign trail with Hillary Clinton in the final weeks of the 2016 campaign. Will incumbent President Joe Biden be doing the same for Kamala Harris? In fact, in no uncertain terms, I think the message Kamala’s people delivered to Biden’s staff was that the Delaware liberal should stay the hell away from her. It’s the final chapter in a long story between the two camps fraught with reported animosity, where the vice president’s aides believe that Biden was actively engaging in a campaign of sabotage.

Biden remains unpopular, with Kamala being unable to break free from the administration she still serves, which has been a sticky point for her campaign. She can’t define herself, which is bad. Her inability to say how she’d be different from Joe is equally incompetent. I guess when all else fails, physical separation is all you can do this late in the game (via NBC News):

With just two weeks left in the 2024 campaign, there are currently no plans for Vice President Kamala Harris to appear on the trail with President Joe Biden before Election Day, according to three Harris campaign officials and three White House officials.  Instead, Biden plans to try to help Harris this week by privately leveraging some of his longtime political relationships, specifically with labor leaders, and holding official White House events that highlight his administration’s record, officials said. His schedule in the final week before the election has not yet been determined, they said.  The strategy was crafted with coordination between Harris and Biden aides, who believe at this time that “the most important role he can play is doing his job as president,” said one of the White House officials who, like others in this piece, was granted anonymity to speak candidly.  […]  It’s a remarkably diminished position in the 2024 campaign for a president who until just a few months ago was at the top of the Democratic ticket. It comes as Harris is trying to convince voters in the final days before the election that she does not represent a second Biden term and instead is a candidate of change. Harris aides believe that message could be undermined by images of her on the campaign trail with the president.  “Harris has to be establishing herself as a change agent, and it’s hard to do that with a sitting president at her side,” one longtime Democratic strategist said.  Harris has struggled at times to articulate how she would be different than Biden and has tried in recent days to be more definitive.  “Let me be very clear: My presidency will not be a continuation of Joe Biden’s presidency,” Harris said Wednesday in a Fox News interview. 

Harris never elaborated on how she’d be different. In contrast, Biden said Kamala would be, though not before saying that the vice president played a part in every major Biden White House initiative. Both people are unpopular. Both are unable to communicate with voters. It’s Frick and Frack and a total horror show. 

It’s another sign that Democrats know they don’t have much going for them. Other than joy and good vibes, which are artificially induced, thanks to cocaine (probably).

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[designlabpune]

Packaging That Sells - Pune's Trusted Design Agency for Your Business

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[just-absolutely-super]

Pokemon crack

Mega is lounged on the beach, enjoying the sun

Roll: not with Lan?

Mega: no, he's having fun discussing strategies with other strategists!

Roll: usually you go everywhere with him

Mega: yeah, well according to the plan we made with joy I should give him some space to grow, and this is kinda a perfect moment

Roll: so you're not just here because you can't understand the strategiy slang they use?

Mega: it's part of the reason....

Roll: Well whatever the reason I’m proud of you for giving him space

Mega: Aww thanks

The two lounge in the sun for a while until Lan shows back up

Mega: How was your strategy group?

Lan: Good. Learned a lot…

Roll: ?

Mega: Something wrong?

Lan: No but they seemed shocked with my strategies

Mega: What do you mean?

Lan: They couldn’t understand why I kept using pokemon with type disadvantages. When I explained my strategies they thought it was insane. Even though I’ve used those strategies before!

Mega: Well they must not be good strategists then

Roll: (Or they’ve never thought to actually use a cofagrigus against a dark specialist)

Mega: Well that just shows how strong Lan and me are!

Roll: (Or reckless…)

[lifecoachsmitadjain]

Wish to Make a Positive Impact on Others? Is Becoming a Life Coach in India the Answer?

Introduction

What is a Life Coach?

The Demand for Life Coaches in India

Benefits of Becoming a Life Coach

Helping Others Achieve Their Goals

Personal Growth and Fulfillment

Flexibility and Independence

Steps to Becoming a Life Coach in India

Education and Certification

Building Your Coaching Skills

Setting Up Your Practice

Overcoming Challenges as a Life Coach in India

Cultural and Social Perceptions

Competition in the Industry

Building Trust and Credibility

Success Stories of Life Coaches in India

How to Make a Positive Impact as a Life Coach

Building Relationships with Clients

Tailoring Coaching Approaches

Creating Transformational Change

Conclusion

FAQs

Can anyone become a life coach in India?

How long does it take to become a certified life coach?

How much can I earn as a life coach in India?

What qualities make a successful life coach?

Is there a demand for life coaches in rural areas of India?

Wish to Make a Positive Impact on Others? Is Becoming a Life Coach in India the Answer?

Have you ever felt a burning desire to make a positive impact on the lives of others? To help them overcome challenges, achieve their goals, and lead fulfilling lives? If so, becoming a life coach might be the answer you've been seeking. In India, the field of life coaching is rapidly growing, offering countless opportunities for individuals who are passionate about making a difference.

What is a Life Coach?

A life coach or Executive Coach is a trained professional who works with individuals to help them set and achieve their personal and professional goals. They provide guidance, support, and accountability to their clients, empowering them to overcome obstacles, develop their strengths, and unlock their true potential. A life coach serves as a trusted confidant, motivator, and strategist, helping individuals navigate through life's challenges and create a path to success.

The Demand for Life Coaches in India

In recent years, the demand for life coaches in India has been steadily increasing. As the country undergoes rapid social and economic transformations, more and more people are seeking guidance and support to navigate through the complexities of modern life. From professionals looking to advance their careers to individuals striving for personal growth, the need for life coaches spans across various segments of society.

Benefits of Becoming a Life Coach

Helping Others Achieve Their Goals

One of the most rewarding aspects of becoming a life coach is the opportunity to make a positive impact on the lives of others. By helping individuals clarify their goals, develop action plans, and overcome obstacles, you have the power to transform their lives and create lasting change. Witnessing your clients' growth and success is a source of immense fulfillment and joy.

Personal Growth and Fulfillment

As a life coach, you embark on a journey of personal growth and self-discovery. By constantly working on your own development, you become a role model for your clients, inspiring them to embrace change and reach their full potential. Through the process of coaching others, you also gain valuable insights and learn valuable life lessons, which further enrich your own life.

Flexibility and Independence

Becoming a life coach offers you the flexibility and independence that many traditional careers may lack. You have the freedom to choose your working hours, set your rates, and design your coaching programs according to your preferences and expertise. Whether you choose to work independently or as part of a coaching organization, you have the autonomy to create a fulfilling career on your own terms.

Steps to Becoming a Life Coach in India

Education and Certification

To become a professional life coach in India, it is essential to acquire the necessary education and certification. Numerous training programs and courses are available that provide comprehensive coaching skills and techniques. Look for reputable coaching institutes or organizations that offer recognized certifications to ensure you receive quality training.

Building Your Coaching Skills

While certification is important, building your coaching skills through practical experience is equally vital. Seek opportunities to work with clients, whether through pro bono sessions or by offering discounted rates initially. This hands-on experience will allow you to refine your coaching techniques, build confidence, and demonstrate your ability to create positive outcomes for your clients.

Setting Up Your Practice

Once you have gained the necessary skills and certifications, it's time to set up your coaching practice. Establishing a strong online presence through a website and social media platforms is crucial in today's digital age. Network with other professionals, join coaching associations, and leverage your personal and professional connections to spread the word about your services.

Overcoming Challenges as a Life Coach in India

While the field of life coaching in India presents immense opportunities, it also                     comes with its fair share of challenges. Understanding and addressing these challenges is key to establishing a successful coaching practice.

Cultural and Social Perceptions

In India, there might still be some cultural and social perceptions that view seeking professional help or guidance as a sign of weakness. Overcoming these perceptions requires educating the public about the benefits of life coaching and demonstrating its effectiveness through success stories and testimonials. Building trust and credibility through your coaching practice will help dispel any doubts and misconceptions.

Competition in the Industry

With the growing popularity of life coaching, the industry has become more competitive. Setting yourself apart from other coaches requires finding your unique coaching style and niche. Specialize in a particular area, such as career coaching, relationship coaching, or wellness coaching, and showcase your expertise through your marketing efforts. By differentiating yourself, you can attract clients who resonate with your specific approach.

Building Trust and Credibility

As a life coach, building trust and credibility is vital to attracting and retaining clients. Invest in continuous professional development, attend workshops and conferences, and stay updated with the latest coaching techniques. Establish a reputation as a reliable and knowledgeable coach by delivering exceptional results and maintaining confidentiality. Positive client testimonials and referrals will further enhance your credibility.

Success Stories of Life Coaches in India

India has seen numerous success stories of life coaches who have made a significant impact on the lives of their clients. From helping individuals launch successful businesses to guiding them through personal transformations, these coaches have proven the effectiveness of life coaching in India. Their stories inspire aspiring life coaches and demonstrate the profound positive change that can be achieved through coaching.

How to Make a Positive Impact as a Life Coach

To make a positive impact as a life coach, there are several key strategies you can employ.

Building Relationships with Clients

Developing a strong and trusting relationship with your clients is essential. Actively listen to their concerns, fears, and aspirations. Empathize with their experiences and offer unwavering support. By creating a safe and non-judgmental space, you encourage clients to open up and explore their true desires, paving the way for personal growth and transformation.

Tailoring Coaching Approaches

Every individual is unique, and their coaching needs will vary. Tailor your coaching approaches to suit the specific goals and challenges of each client. Use a combination of proven coaching techniques, such as goal setting, visualization, and accountability, to create a customized coaching experience that resonates with your clients and maximizes their chances of success.

Creating Transformational Change

As a life coach, your ultimate goal is to facilitate transformational change in the lives of your clients. Encourage them to step outside their comfort zones, challenge limiting beliefs, and take bold actions towards their goals. By guiding them through the process of self-discovery and providing the necessary support, you empower them to embrace change and create a life they truly desire.

Conclusion

Becoming a life coach in India provides a unique opportunity to make a positive impact on the lives of others while experiencing personal growth and fulfillment. By helping individuals overcome challenges, achieve their goals, and unlock their potential, you contribute to the betterment of society. Despite the challenges that come with being a life coach, the rewards are immeasurable, both for you and your clients. So, if you have the passion and desire to create meaningful change, consider embarking on a journey to become a life coach in India.

FAQs

Can anyone become a life coach in India?

Absolutely! Becoming a life coach is open to anyone who has the passion and commitment to make a positive impact on others. While certifications and training are recommended, what truly matters is your ability to connect with clients, understand their needs, and guide them towards their goals.

How long does it take to become a certified life coach?

The duration of becoming a certified life coach can vary depending on the training program you choose. Some programs offer intensive courses that can be completed in a matter of weeks, while others provide longer-term programs spanning several months. It's essential to research and select a program that aligns with your learning style and goals.

How much can I earn as a life coach in India?

The earning potential of a life coach in India can vary based on factors such as experience, expertise, and client base. Life coaches typically charge per session or offer package deals. As you establish your practice and gain a reputation, you can increase your rates. Successful life coaches in India have the potential to earn a substantial income while making a positive impact.

What qualities make a successful life coach?

Successful life coaches possess a combination of empathy, active listening skills, strong communication abilities, and a genuine desire to help others. They are adaptable, non-judgmental, and possess a growth mindset. Being able to inspire and motivate clients while providing guidance and support are key qualities of a successful life coach.

Is there a demand for life coaches in rural areas of India? Yes, there is a growing demand for life coaches in rural areas of India as well. While the urban areas may have a higher concentration of clients, individuals in rural areas also seek guidance and support to navigate through life's challenges and achieve their goals. As a life coach, you can explore opportunities to reach out to rural communities through online coaching platforms, workshops, and community outreach programs.

[schrijverr]

Promises You Made to Me

Chapter 1 out 3

Aragorn falls for Boromir on their journey. When they realize they share their affection, they also know that the time is not now to act upon them. Both promise to share love once they see the quest done, a promise that long seems a broken oath. Still, the horn was heard in more lands and the Elves have not yet forsaken this world

A Boromir lives AU where they fall in love before Boromir falls at Amon Hen, but Aragorn only learns of his survival after the defeat of Sauron.

On AO3.

Ships: Aragorn x Boromir

Warnings: thinking someone died, injury

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 1: I Can’t Promise You Fair Sky Above

It was hard not to like Boromir, Aragorn had soon found. Despite their introduction and the vast amount of unspoken issues between them, he could not help but like the Son of Gondor.

The man spoke of his home easily and with much enthusiasm, keeping the Hobbits entertained with stories from his youth and history. He walked without complaining, making sure everyone could walk with him and watching over them steadily when it was his turn.

He was always ready to lend a helping hand and Aragorn appreciated how he would help think about the next step and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and offer insight or protest when he thought a foolishdecision was being made.

Not only that, but he had taken up the duty to teach the Hobbits to fight. Merry and Pippin took the most interest in the craft and it was a joy to see Boromir in his element when he taught them. He would grin and a proud aura would surround him.

Boromir kept the spirits high and was unmissable when muscle was needed.

It didn’t hurt that he was not bad to look at eitherand Aragorn found his eyes often wanderingto Gondor’s finest. Though he would look away when their eyes met, for he felt guilty about the reason behind his gaze, since Boromir was a Lord and not someone for Aragorn to gawk at.

However, it didn’t come as a surprise that Boromir had noticed this. He was a trained soldier and was aware of how to read people at a court. So one day, he came up to Aragorn keeping watch and sat down, saying nothing for a short moment.

“I know I did not make the best impression when we first met, but I had not realized that my behavior caused this much strife between us,” Boromir opened. “I apologize. I hope we can move past this.”

Aragorn still looked up in surprise. He had not realized that this was how Boromir would interpret his gazes and it startled him for a moment. “Yes, I see your gazes,” Boromir chuckled sadly when he saw Aragorn’s reaction. ���I’m no Ranger, but I know when someone is avoiding my eyes.”

Quickly gathering his bearings, Aragorn replied: “I- It was not my intent. I do not have hard feelings about our introduction, I know I cannot ask blind following when I have not been present in Gondor. Legolas gets ahead of himself.”

“Ah.” It was clear Boromir had not expected that reply and he took a moment to rethink his strategy. “Well, then I do hope we can come to some agreement in companionship. Unless there is another reason for your avoidance of my company...” he trailed off, not in question, but in request of Aragorn to speak up if there was something else bothering him that prohibited any further friendship.

“No. No, there is not,” Aragorn said, for there was no reason to deny Boromir’s friendship, save for his heart speeding up as he felt Boromir heat beside him.

“I am glad,” Boromir smiled and Aragorn thought to himself: ‘I had not yet seen him smile at me before now. I should change that. It is a very good smile. His eyes crinkle and the feeling of kinship comes to mind when I look upon it.’ And what else could he do, but smile back?

The smile still lingered on his face as he looked back out into the wild for threats and it did not seem to leave until sleep claimed him once his watch was over. Since Boromir had watch after him, hedecided to keep him company until that time came.

As they sat next to their camp, keeping watch in the day for they only traveled through the night, they talked of such normal things that the contrast with their mission seemed absurd.

Boromir, for example, recalled the drunken tale of him and his brother, who had left a farmer very confused as of why his goats had bows upon their horns. In turn, Aragorn told Boromir of his foster-sister Arwen using him in a plot against their brothers, for they dared not to turn against the youngest of them all, who they viewed as innocent and how the he and Arwen had used that against them for manyyears.

It was a merry hour and it saddened Aragorn to see it over. But he did not deem it wise to stay seated next to Boromir any longer, since looking at him with a reason, made it harder to look away when there was none.

The other man was hypnotizing in a way Aragorn had not encountered before. He was sturdy in his frame, open in his manner, both smiling easy, while hiding a thousand burdens in his eyes that Aragorn longed to understand, but did not feel entitled to unwrap.

Looking at Boromir seemed both simple and too complex.

Aragorn yearned for a friendship with the other, a relation beyond mere traveling companions, but he did not know how to keep it a friendship, nor how he should hold himself around Boromir whilst knowing that at one point in their journey, he might become Boromir’s King.

Was it wrong for a King to look upon one of his subject with more affection than platonic? Most Kings did not marry out of love, but politics. And in dark times like these,would allowing the possibility be wise?

Questions Aragorn did not know how to answer kept him busy while they marched ever closer to the Misty Mountains over which they would have to travel.

During their journey, Boromir was frequently closer than before, choosing to walk at the rear alongside Aragorn and sitting next to him during the small leisure time they had.

And when Boromir was close, he had the tendency to talk. It was something most of the Fellowship had noticed early on, but the Son of Gondor did not like the silent marches and would often strike up conversation or talk to everyone in general, leaving it up to his audience whether they would listen or tune him out.

When Boromir talked, Aragorn often found himself amongst the ones who listened. Boromir had a nice, soothing voice that was great for telling tales of splendor, while at times being near philosophical as he pondered the goings of the world in times like these.

Listening to Boromir was both stupid and smart, for if he listened, he would not have to talk and mess things up, but listening made the affection he already harbored for the other grow.

Where he had first believed Boromir to be more muscle than brain, he was soon disproven. From his tales it became clear that Boromir had a sharp mind. He was a sound strategist and he easily weaved in the social complexities of history into the tales he told of the valor of Gondor.

It was interesting to talk to Boromir and Aragorn did so gladly. He found himself talking of his own home and the Dúnedain as well as the way of the Elves that housed him for so long along with his days as a Ranger. And while he talked, Boromir listened.

That was another factor he had not counted on when he had first met Boromir. The man had seemed steadfast in his own ways, stubborn to a fault and unwilling to listen when needed. Yet, here he was disproven once more.

Boromir would remember little details conversations later and recalledpeople that Aragorn had mentioned sparsely before. Aragorn did not know this was a skill the Steward’s Son had picked up as Captain, for men are more willing to follow you into battle when they know you care about their well being and person.

So, they both talked and both listened, until Aragorn sought out Boromir’s company of his own accord. He had not noticed he did so, until he came back from gathering edible plants and found that the seat next to Boromir had been saved for him, since it was his usual place in the camp.

It made him still for a moment, before walking on and settling down, focusing more on dinner than his company that evening.

And that night as they walked, he was amongst the ones tuning out as Boromir started his talking again. At this point he must have recited his entire military career, moved through much of Gondor’s history of the Third Age and gotten to know everyone’s life. Aragorn now knew more of the Toby Leaf’s history than he ever thought was needed for one, but Merry had been happy to explain in detailand Boromir had listened equally content.

But Aragorn did not know which tales he graced them with that night, for his mind was wondering when he had become so close with Boromir.

He did not recall when he got used to settling down next to Boromir every day, nor when listening to Boromir became more important to him than listening for threats, but he found it to be true. The affection he had for Boromir had blossomed into natural closeness.

At first he thought that the embers of a crush he had before, were nowextinguished ashe got to know the other man and form a friendship with him. Upon closer inspection of his feelings, however, he found instead that the opposite was true.

The speeding of his heart had become normal whenever Boromir was near and he felt the heat upon his cheeks with every grin send his way. His feelings had shifted, sure, but they had shifted from attraction to a deeper affection. He had become more infatuated with Boromir through their friendship.

It was a startling discovery, for while Aragorn was used to appreciating the physique of those around him, it did not often happen that he was enthralled beyond their features.

Yet here he was and he had discovered that it was not just Boromir’s strong arms or handsome face that kept him ensnared. Instead it was the crinkles around his eyes when he smiled, the gleam in his eyes when he talked, the softness when he listened and the comfort in his presence. He cherished their talks more than their practice fights.

He caught Legolas’ eyes and the Elf smiled quietly, eyes quickly flitting between Aragorn and Boromir, before turning away. It would seem others had caught on quicker to the will of his heart than he himself.

When Legolas held watch that day, Aragorn checked to see if those around them were asleep. With Boromir laid next to him, it was easy to determine his steady breaths as true.

“So there is still time for old friends, I see,” Legolas jested, mirth in his eyes when Aragorn sat down next to him. Aragorn looked away in shame, for he had not realized how much he had been ignoring the Elf.

“Do not be so dour, Aragorn,” said Legolas. “No one here blames you for being drawn to the Son of Gondor. And your oblivion has been my entertainment for the past weeks. It’s been long since a story like this has beenwritten.”

Aragorn glared at Legolas and huffed. “No story like this is being written, for it would not be just for a King to look upon his Steward like this.”

“I did not know you had accepted your destiny, my friend.”

“I- I don’t. I haven’t,” Aragorn protested. “But it is a path we might walk on, no matter our beliefs or desires and if that is to become my future, I should know better than to act like there is something owed to me that is not. I will not put him in a position where his choices are to ignore the wishes of his King or do something he does not want to.”

Legolas was quiet for a moment, mind processing Aragorns outburst. Then he smirked: “I do not think he’ll be doing anythinghe does not want to, if you were to ask him.”

“What?” Aragorn looked up in shock. He had not detected any reciprocation in the eyes of Boromir, just friendly affection that he shared with everyone of the Fellowship.

“You are blind,” Legolas sounded surprised. “For one who claimsElven decent and senses beyond normal men, you havenot seen that Boromir loves you too?”

He had not yet used the word love to describe his affection for Boromir, though the word had been echoing in his mind, but he did not think it wise to use that word, for it made what he had been attempting to avoid more real.

“I do not, nor does he,” he answered. “And we know my senses were not meant for internal factors, but threats.”

“If my Elf eyes are not mistaken, you have not been watching for many threats as of late, my friend,” Legolas had again that knowing look in his eyes and Aragorn found that he did not care much for that look upon his friend’s face.

“You do not know what you are talking about, Legolas.” It was a pitiful attempt at deflection and Aragorn knew it.

Legolas raised a pointed brow, but said no more of it, save: “We both know that is a lie, but I shall not further pressure you, for it is clear to me that you are not ready for it.”

And after that he stayed true to his word and said no more during his watch of Boromir, no matter if it was Aragorn, who opened up the topic. Instead choosing to comment on the landscape and the many nature wonders he had seen on this journey.

Aragorn did not try then, just taking the opportunity to talk to his friend, but the conversation had left much on his mind.

Did Boromir carry the same affection?

He did not think so. Still he watched Boromir carefully as they climbed the Caradhras. The man did not act differently than before, he walked with Merry and Pippin, making sure the two Hobbits did not falter. From time to time, he looked back, checking the rear like a good Captain would, smiling when his gaze met Aragorn’s.

Much to his embarrassment, he found that he smiled back without thinking whenever it happened. So, he focused on Frodo in front of him, the Ring-bearer should be his biggest priority.

Still it was hard not to let his gaze wander back every time. It was a strange thing to look to Boromir like he was a puzzle instead of his friend. He did not know which clues to look for, there were not tracks for him to read and he found himself thrust into unknown territory.

He started to wonder whether Boromir’s gaze on him was the same as the gaze he had for the Hobbits, a glance to ensure they were okay. Or if it were a gaze for Aragorn alone, one of special weight, with deeper meaning.

Aragorn could not decipher it. After all he had seen in his life so far, this was the mystery that stumped him. No matter what Legolas said, he could not see in Boromir’s eyes what had seemed obvious to the Elf.

It was a frustration, he did not know how to deal with.

Much to his chagrin, or maybe not (he did not know how he felt about it), Boromir noticed. It was even more frustrating that that was the only part he was able to pick up on in regards of Boromir, the fact that the man noticed he was watching him.

He loathed a confrontation that might come of it, so he kept close to others of the Fellowship, hoping that being with another person would discourage conversation about the topic.

Luckily, despite the misfortune, the topic was soon of the least import in their mind, for the evil will of the mountain had turned against them. Snow came down heavily and soon they had to cease their ascent and wait until they could turn back.

Boromir kept Merry and Pippin close, pulling his cloak around the three of them as they huddled close to the fire. Aragorn did the same with Frodo and Sam. Boromir had not lied when he’d called outthat this would be the death of the Hobbits.

If they made it through, it would be a miracle. This was a truth that was heavily felt throughout the entire Fellowship and it was not the moment to talk about trivial things as a few extra gazes. So instead Boromir tried to keep up the Hobbits’ spirits by telling them of the snow men he and his brother had build in the past and the epic snow battles they held.

As was custom, Aragorn couldn't help but listen, smile stretching over his face as the image of a young Boromir, already thinking himself a great Captain, leadinga charge in the snow came to his mind.

Soon the Hobbits’ slept, but the two men could not rest, for they feared that if they did not keep watch, their fickle lives would slip through their fingers.

So they sat in the cold of the mountain, counting the hours until the snow let up enough to turn back, a tactical retreat as Boromir called it. He also spoke again of going through the Gap of Rohan and again Aragorn had to refuse.

“The Gap is too dangerous a road to take now, Boromir,” he said.

“And this is not dangerous? Was it not folly to try this mountain? We are snowed under and our Ring-bearer might not make it through. Was this not a mistake?” Boromir countered. “And what other road can we take?”

Aragorn understood Boromir’s frustrations. From a tactical standpoint it would seem wise to seek out allies, for their road was already full of perils and a place to replenish strength would be a good place in the eye of any captain.

But they did not know how far the hand of Saruman had reached in those lands and they could not risk exposing more hearts to the clutches of the Ring. It would be unwise to think they would be safe in those lands.

Now just to make Boromir see that.

“Our road is dangerous, yes,” Aragorn said. “And this was a risk we should not have taken, but the Gap of Rohan is a risk we cannot take also. Saruman has betrayed us and it is not worth it to test how well he protects his borders.”

“I do not hear you offer another road. We also cannot risk staying on this side of the Misty Mountains. We have to cross.”

Aragorn had no answer to that, but he did not have to, for Gimli answered: “There is another road that we can take. We can go through the Mines of Moria.”

Both looked up in surprise. They had not realized anyone was listening to their conversation and having the private moment broken up startled them. So they said nothing as Gandalf replied: “I have told you before, Master Dwarf, that I hope to avoid that passage, but it will be up to the Ring-bearer to decide.” And both stayed silent after those words.

The next morning Frodo decided their fate and Boromir and Aragorn busied themselves with clearing a path back through the snow.

Neither said a word to the other, both too exhausted by their labor and unwilling to talk. Though, much to his dismay, Aragorn found himself getting distracted by Boromir doing his part and would sometimes have to be snapped back to work when Boromir looked his way.

Still, they made it off the Caradhras and safely down to the entrance Gandalf did not agree with, which made Aragorn uneasy, though he tried not to show it.

His unease was validated by the Watcher, lurking in the water. Yet, he was glad, for it was Boromir at his side when he charged and he knew Boromir would not falter in the face of this danger and have his back.

And in the darkness of the Mines, it was Boromir once more that eased his mind. He was there with him as they walked through thepitch black and while Gandalf had urged them to be quiet, it was the familiar steady footfalls of Boromir that kept Aragorn focused on the road ahead.

They had not spoken again since the Caradhras peak, but despite Aragorn’s attempts to avoid any lone conversation, it was during his watch that Boromir came to him once more. He was aware that Boromir used strategy of trapping him while on watch and he couldn't help but smile at the tactic solution Boromir had for such a simple thing.

“First you have been looking at me, then you have been avoiding me. I do not know what I have done to earn your suspicions, but any ill willed accusations you have of me, say out loud, for I am not welcoming of this backhanded wariness.”

Again, it would seem, Boromir had misinterpreted his gazes and again Aragorn found himself having to choose between Boromir’s hurt or opening a bit of his heart. It was an easy choice to make.

“I do not distrust you, Boromir. You are a dependableally and I am grateful for your presence.”

“Then why do you avoid me? Why do you first stare only to avert your gaze a moment later? You smile at me only to fight me then evade me after. What am I to think of that?”

Aragorn was glad for the darkness, for he did not think he could have lied, if he had seen Boromir’s gaze restheavily on him. And he did not think he could have been honest, when looking into those piercing eyes.

“It is not easy, Boromir. I might become a King one day, but I do not wish for that to be my fate, for my blood is that of a weak man, who gave in to corruption. Yet it seems that I am the one of my bloodline that is to reclaim the throne. It is difficult for me to know how to act around you and getting a glimpse of who my people are, is confusing at times.”

Boromir was quiet, the words churning in his head. The he hesitantly said: “Are you judging our people based of me? Am I an assessment to decide if you’ll go through with you destiny? Because I care not for being a pawn, when you have done nothing to protect Gondor and her beauty.”

This was not how Aragorn had envisioned thisconfrontation to go. His mind scrambled for something to say, so that he would not lose the companionship he had with Boromir. In that moment he cursed his cowardliness that had made him lie and not tell Boromir the truth.

“No, Boromir. No, that was not my intent with my words. I- Let me think how to explain,” he begged. “I hold you in high regard, but I know you do not wish to see me on the throne of Gondor. If more think like you, then I do not see why it is my destiny to take a throne no one wants me to have. I know not what you think of me nor how I am to act around you and it seems my attempts to try and figure it out have not been as subtle as I had hoped,” he finished helplessly.

Again Boromir was quiet and Aragorn braced himself for whatever reaction he would get from the Captain. Then, softly at first, then a bit chocked as Boromir tried to quiet himself, he started to laugh.

Relief washed over Aragorn at the first sounds of the joyful giggles, though confusion was on his mind for he knew not what humor Boromir found in his explanation.

“I- I apologize,” he finally got control of himself. “There is no humor in your attempts to try and better understand your position in the world. I merely find amusement in how we manage to misinterpret one another yet again. And the fact that a skilled Ranger such as yourself has difficulty with the subtlety of signs, you would think came normally.”

The latter part was obviously a jest and Aragorn found himself flushing at the teasing, once again grateful for the darkness that cloaked him.

He chuckled as well and said: “It would seem so. The tracks of people’s faces are quite different than those of animals in the ground.” Then he got serious once more. “I do not know, if I’ll fare well in a court with my skills.”

“I think you’ll fare as well as any man,” Boromir said. “Maybe even better. If you truly want to know my thoughts, then I think you have much to learn, or maybe much to show you already can do, before you are ready.”

“Aye?” While it had not been his primary reason, now that Boromir was offering, he was curious for any input to the other issues that had been plaguing his mind.

“It is clear that you are a great warrior, though I have not yet seen you in a proper battle, nor with men under your command. I have not seen you negotiate, though I have seen at the Counsel that you are willing to listen to those with expertise. I know not how you will be with the people of Gondor, nor that you know of her customs, but you seem to listen to my tales, so there must be a willingness to learn,” said Boromir. “For now, you are too much on an unknown, who has not been there for Gondor in her darkest days. I cannot judge you wholly, but you have earned my respect and I am also grateful for your presence.”

Aragorn thought that a just assessment. He had told Boromir that he did not expect blind following when he had done nothing to earn it and it would be fair to say that Boromir did not need to see him as King until he had proven himself worthy of the title.

“Thank you for telling me, I will try my best to get ready for the burdens that come with a title I might one day carry,” he said. “It is good to have you here, Son of Gondor.”

He could not see Boromir smile, but the bump of their shoulders was friendly and it was audible in his voice when he spoke: “You’re as much a Son of Gondor as I am, Aragorn, but I still welcome your efforts. I will not gift my City lightly.”

“Will you tell me more of her people?” Aragorn asked. He was not sure if the question came from genuine interest or because he wanted to please Boromir and liked listening to his stories.

Still the gesture was appreciated. “I will, but only if you promise to tell me more about yourself. I am quite curious about the Ranger of the North that dwelt in Elven courts.”

And to that, Aragorn agreed. There in the darkness of the Mines of Moria, with no other indication of the other beside light touches and the warmth that the other radiated, they talked softly.

Boromir told him of the markets, the people of the lands, the Lords in their mansions and the soldiers when in their barracks. In every word he spoke, Aragorn could hear the fierce love Boromir held for his people. He heard how Boromir was not just a prince in a castle, but a man of the people, who loved him dearly for that. He got swept up in Boromir’s tales and a part of him wanted to see the City as Boromir described it, instead of the one he had seen long ago.

Aragorn supplemented Boromir’s stories with tales of his own. Small stories of the people of Bree and his fellow kinsmen, who protected the North. It was easy to talk to Boromir as he had long since discovered. Boromir was approachable and likable.

In fact, it was hard to keep much from him. It was as if he subconsciously interrogated you, easing your mind while asking probing questions. And Aragorn found himself wanting to tell Boromir the less than proper thoughts that had been on his mind.

“Boromir, I-” He did not finished the sentence, unsure of what to say. ‘Boromir, I actually have been in love with you since Rivendell? I thought you were merely attractive at first, but you’re also kind and I cannot help but fall for you? I’m afraid to become King, because then it would be more stupid for me to love you?’

It seemed he had been quiet for too long, for Boromir inquired: “Aragorn?” with concern tinting his voice.

“Oh, uhm, well-” he started out once more, mind torn between telling Boromir it was nothing or confessing. He never got to choose, because the sound of a stone falling into the well came from behind them and soon the armies of Moria were upon them.

They fought, they won, they ran, they lost.

Gandalf fell and for a while grief and getting further was all that Aragorn could think off. Boromir was on his radar, but more as someone to keep everyone going and watch the rear as Aragorn now had to lead.

It was much later, in Lothlórien that they even considered talking normally again.

“Take some rest. These borders are well protected.” Aragorn did not like Boromir’s posture, normally so proud and tall, now miserable. He wanted to ask what was plaguing his mind, but he did not dare for it was not his place.

“I will find no rest here,” said Boromir, stubborn set of jaw, yet anxious in his speech. “I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me ‘even now there is hope left.’ But I cannot see it.”

Aragorn’s heart clenched for the utter hopelessness that was in Boromir’s voice and he wondered what had happened that had made Boromir so distrustful in the hope of others.

“It is long since we had any hope. My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing and our people loose faith.” It was clear Boromir was partially talking to himself and needed someone to listen to him more than someone to talk with, “He looks to me to make things right and- and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored.”

The burden that Boromir carried was clear, though he seemed to cover it up by want. As if he was proud for the weight on his shoulder, not willing to acknowledge that it was too much and Aragorn did not know how to ease it.

Boromir took a breath. “Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?”

“I have seen the White City. Long ago.” Aragorn sensed that Boromir needed a bit of familiarity, someone, who could understand his home. While Aragorn was not wholly that person, he longed to be it, so he tried.

“One day, our paths will lead us there and the tower guard shall take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned.” There was again that glimmer in Boromir’s eyes when he spoke of his home and Aragorn’s heart gave a fond beat, wanting to keep that look there. “One day we will,” he agreed, “but it might not be for many months that we may do so.”

Boromir looked desolate again. “No, it might not be.”

“Hold your head high, Lord Steward. Our road may not lead to Minas Tirith, yet we do serve her and her protection,” he said. “You’ll see your home in due time.”

“Aye, you are right, Aragorn. Still, my heart tells me that I will not see my home as it is now ever again and my fears would have me believe that the next time I see it, it will be in ruin,” Boromir confessed. “There is not much else to think now that our wisest member has fallen. What chance is there to succeed now?”

While he had not dared to ask what was plaguing Boromir’s mind, the man had offered up the answers himself. Now Aragorn was left with a raw soul that he could not soothe. He could only offer platitudes. “We will try our best to do what we set out to do,” he replied, knowing it was nothing.

“That is your answer? We’ll walk into our death, for there is no other road you’ll consider?” Boromir asked, bitter anger dripping from his tongue. “What more do we have to loose before you realize this is folly?”

On a rational level he could understand that this anger came from the grief of losing Gandalf, but his mind was not ready for the rational and he snapped back: “I am not a punching bag for your grief, Boromir, son of Denethor. I know your opinionsand just because you are hurting over the loss of Gandalf, does not mean that I am not. I miss him, he was my friend. But he is gone now and I will see his will through to the end, no matter how much I love yo-”

He cut himself off, eyes becoming big as he had realized the revelation that had plunged from his lips in his moment of upset. He had never meant to tell Boromir. He had decided so when the darkness claimed their leader. There was too much to loose and he could not risk getting more attached. It was only grief fueled anger that made him confess.

“…Aragorn.” Boromir had equally wide eyes as he reached out to him, but his fingers never touched the arm that was quickly retreated, for Aragorn fled.

Behind him Boromir called out again, but his attempts to follow were made in vain, since Aragorn was more familiar in Elven lands and his longer legs with long strides carried him away. He could not believe how foolish he had been, nor how he would face Boromir or the rest of the Fellowship again.

Swiftly he walked through strange, yet comforting woods, until a small alcove hid him from prying eyes that would notjudge his tears to be from something other than grief.

Today he had made another mistake to go upon his list of regrets. Boromir did not love him, he was still on trial to become a King, love would not be considered by Gondor’s favourite Son. It was but a wishful dream in his mind and now he would have to endure the rest of this quest, with painful distance and obvious rejection.

It hurt more than he had expected, even if he had prepared himself for loving in silence. Not knowing if it could ever be, was less hurtful than knowing that even if everything had been different, it still would not come to pass.

He curled up into himself, reminiscent of hiding in the halls of Rivendell when he had been upset as a boy.

Of course, in Rivendell Arwen or Elrond or even Elladan or Elrohir would come find him and cheer him up, but there was no one to cheer him up here. He was all alone once more and the crushing loneliness had never felt more prominent.

He had not wanted to tell Boromir, for he feared he’d get too attached that it would cloud his judgment. However, a part of him had known it was too late and he was already attached to the smile of Gondor’s finest. Now, he just had to bear the fact that the smile had never been for him at all.

Why had he let his emotions get the better of him? He should know better as Isildur’s heir, he should have learned that desiring something did not mean he got to keep it. Was he not meant to learn from the mistakes of his forebears?

What if this ruined the quest? What if his mouth got them all in trouble and the rift between him and Boromir would never truly heal? What if Boromir would not have his back anymore, now that he knew what was in Aragorn’s heart?

Aragorn let himself linger in the halls of doubt that were inside his mind, never realizing that he had never confirmed his rejection before he fled.

So it came to be that familiar footsteps broke Aragorn out of his exile of self-pity when it was already far too late to turn back. He still attempted to do so, but before he could flee, a heavy hand stopped him in his tracks. “Please stay for a moment, Aragorn.”

And Aragorn stayed, for he had not yet mastered the art of saying no to Boromir on the little things regarding himself.

He sat Aragorn back down onto his seat and took the one next to it. Boromir was quiet for one antagonizing moment, before in an unsure voice he spoke: “I do not know if it was but a trick you are playing on me, but your reaction to your own words seemed genuine enough that I am inclined to believe them to be true. Would that be correct, Aragorn?”

Boromir stayed quiet and it became clear to Aragorn that he was indeed waiting for an answer. After a moment’s hesitation, Aragorn softly confessed: “Aye.”

“Then why did you run?” Boromir asked.

Aragorn snapped his head his way and fixed Boromir with a glare. “Do you really have to ask?”

“Aye, I want to understand, Aragorn.” Why did he have to sound so earnest?

“Because, I might become your King one day, Boromir. Because you would have to choose whether you shall obey me or defy me, while you know not whether you shall accept me as a King at all. I cannot expect my feelings to be reproached when you still need to judge my worth. Not to mention the dangers of the road. I cannot love you only to loose you, Boromir.”

Once he had started speaking, he found it hard to stop and Boromir listened attentively as was his custom. For once Aragorn did not know whether he was grateful for the quality or if he wished Boromir would shut out the too honest words.

When all the words that had been bottled up inside him had deserted him, he breathed heavily and awaited Boromir’s response.

“You are a fool, Aragorn.” At this Aragorn winced. “You are a fool to think that I would judge my King by the same standard as my lovers. You have earned my respect long ago, my affections maybe earlier. And I am not of the kind that will do something against their will. As I offer myself to you, know that I mean it wholly.”

Aragorn looked up in shock and Boromir chuckled at his face. “Yes, Aragorn. I never indented to act upon it, but it is hard not to fall for your charm. The tales of your exploits in Lord Elrond’s Halls make me smile fondly and your tracking skills make me awe. You also are closer to being my King than you believe, I just wish to see Gondor in good hands. I hope you can forgive me for that.”

“Of course.” It was easier to react to the part least concerned with his heart while his mind spun to incorporate this new information. “I- I can’t- I can’t loose you, Boromir,” he repeated.

“I know, Aragorn. I know,” Boromir said. “It would kill me to see you gone as welland I know not how to proceed from here. I would have you as mine, if the time was so not dark and the hour not so pressing.”

He leaned his shoulder against Aragorn’s and Aragorn rested his head upon it, his hand clasping Boromir’s. If he could be granted a wish, he would have wished to be in that moment forever, his body warm against Boromir’s as he thought. Secure that in the quiet, Boromir loved him.

Then he slowly moved to loosen the clasp of his necklace, before gently gifting it to Boromir’s neck, fastening the clasp with tenderness. “This was given to me by Arwen,” he explained. “It is so that I would not forget the Elven Halls that were my home.”

“Aragorn, I cannot take this,” protested Boromir.

“It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart. And Igive this to you as a promise,” Aragorn pressed on. “I promise that I will try to see this quest through alive and keep you alive through it also. I swear by this that once our land is safe, we can try to see what can happen between us in times of peace.”

There were tears pricking in Boromir’s eyes, for he knew Aragorn was right. While they were on this quest, they had not the time to act upon the affection between them, save the conversations that were already commonplace and their bedrolls besides one another.

He grasped the Evenstar brooch softly in his hand. “I swear to live to see your promise to me fulfilled.” Then he smiled and his face became less formal. “Still, I hope you’ll allow me one kiss, before we start our agreement.”

That Aragorn could most certainly agree to and he leaned in closer waiting for Boromir to close the gap between them. His lips were chapped, yet soft. They pressed firmly against Aragorn’s, but they did not demand more than Aragorn could give as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

It was a permission, Aragorn granted eagerly and he was swiftly carried away by a gentle hand cupping his cheek, while the other clutched at his clothes. He lost his breath in the kiss, yet he had never felt more alive.

When it was over and Boromir pulled away, he had to gather his wits about himself for a moment. As he did so, Boromir smiled: “That is one memory to keep me walking on long roads ahead. We should head to dinner now though, I do not think Pippin will forgive us, were we to miss a meal now that we have it. Hobbits are quite peculiar about food.”

Aragorn remembered four Hobbits wanting to stop for a second breakfast, now already ages ago and smiled. He would not let go of the memory of the kiss either, but he knew better than to linger on it while they emotionally could not. Instead he agreed: “They very much are,” before leading the way through winding paths.

At dinner it was only Legolas, who noticed the jewel now sitting on Boromir’s neck and raised a brow at Aragorn, who shook his head softly, urging the Elf not to ask.

And so they lived with the knowledge of a potential future held close in their heart. It might be war, but was war not the place for love? For if there was no love in war, who did they fight for?

The only indication of their newfound closeness that was kept platonic for the sake of the quest was their bedrolls that found their waycloser to each other when they camped on the shores and watchesspend together, gazing at the stars and the eyes of the other.

Yet not all things that were good, were meant to last. The darkness was ever growing and no matter the love Boromir held in his heart for Aragorn, he had long since learned that his duty came first. Andthe voice of the Ring had twisted that love for his people into something ugly beyond recognition.

Still Aragorn had not yet accepted the gleam in Boromir’s eyes as corruption, perhaps blinded by love and unwilling to accept it as something other than the proud stubbornness he knew the other man held as well, perhaps it was the Ring influencing him to be blind.

No matter their affections, there were points they fundamentally disagreed on. “Minas Tirith is the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength.”

Aragorn pictured the Ring surrounded by hearts that had been corrupted like Isildur’s, the land that had been the origin of the weakness in his own blood. “There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us.”

“You were quick enough to trust the Elves,” Boromir shot back and Aragorn said nothing, while rolling his eyes mentally, willing Boromir to see his point of view. “Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness. There is frailty. But there is courage also, and honor to be found in Men. But you will not see that.”

In that moment Aragorn found himself becoming irrationally angry yethe did not want to snap at Boromir, even if he bristled at Boromir judging him to be less of his perception of men, when he already judged him if he was worthy of a throne he had not asked for. How much more judgment would Boromir need to pass on him?

However, Boromir was not done with him yet and gripped his tunic, his touch for once not comforting, but aggressive. “You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows.” And Aragorn was trying not to react as he let Boromir rave. “Scared of who you are, of what you are.”

With that Aragorn wrenched himself free. He was not listening to this. He was trying so hard and Boromir knew that, Boromir knew what was stopping him, what scared him. He was being viscous on purpose.

He began to stalk off, but a small dark voice whispered in his mind to snap, to make Boromir feel that hurt pit in his chest that Aragorn felt now. “I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your City.”

That night their bedrolls were on opposite sides of the camp and neither held the other company during their watch. They did not speak the next day either.

As they peddled he did not look at Boromir, though his eyes wanted to stray over to see if the Son of Gondor was safe still. He fought it. While he might have said things to hurt, it had been Boromir who started the confrontation and took it too far. It had always been Aragorn apologizing or explaining himself on this journey and he would not be the one now.

So with clenching heart he kept to himself, hoping that this would not unmake whatever chance they had at an us.

“Where’s Frodo?”

Merry’s words snapped him out of his despairing thoughts and his eyes scannedthe campsite for their Ring-bearer. Instead of a Halfling, they fell upon an abandoned shield and a cold wave washed over him as he realized what it had been that made Boromir unnecessarily cruel yesterday.

When he found the Ring-bearer, his words made the cold that was already upon him, burrow into his bones and flow through his veins. Would Boromir ever recover from the corruption of the Ring or would he never again be the man Aragorn met and fell for?

It were not questions he had the time to ponder, because Uruk-hai were marching ever closer and he had to ensure he would see Frodo to safety for as long as he could. Still, he could not help but think of his promise to Boromir as he tried to stay alive on the hills of Amon Hen.

As he was driven back Legolas and Gimli joined him and he looked back frantically for Boromir, fear clouding his heart as he envisioned an out of his mind Boromir, encountering Frodo aloneonce more, or even the other Hobbits alone and unprotected.

Then a loud horn blow echoed over the hills and another outcome he had not considered gripped his heart and twisted it. It was undoubtedly Boromir’s horn, the same horn he had blown when they left Rivendell for he refused to be a thief in the night. The horn that meant Boromir was in trouble too large for him to handle on his own, while they were with three.

A new vigor he did not know he possessed settled intohis soul as he ripped through the forces of the enemy, trying to reach the sound in time.

Boromir had multiple arrows in his chest and a large Uruk-hai pointing a killing shot at his face when Aragorn arrived.

Laterhe could not tell how he got there, but soon he found himself dropping down next to the body ofBoromir, eyes filled with unshed tears and a thousand apologies upon his lips. If only he had talked to Boromir, if only he had seen, if only he had paid attention.

Still as he laid there, it was his Boromir. He knew that no Ring could ever care about the well being of the Fellowship, especially the Hobbits, the way Boromir haddone. And even if he laid there, pierced by many arrows, he said: “They took the little ones.”

It was not Aragorn’s concern for now, as he desperately tried to staunch the bleeding of too many wounds.

“Frodo?” Boromir was panicked, which was not helping his condition. “Where is Frodo?”

“I let Frodo go.” Aragorn would not lie to him in what might be his final moments. He squashed the thought, but it was still prominent in his mind.

“Then you did what I could not.” It was a laboring speech, lungs filling with blood. “You need not worry about your blood, for it was I, who was weak and gave into corruption. I tried to take the Ring from him.”

His words about Isildur reflected back at him in this moment soundedout of tune in his ears and he cursed himself for giving Boromir the idea that he was ever weak. Aragorn knew he had not been free from the Rings voice and it was mere luck that saved him from being its main target. “The Ring is beyond our reach now.”

“Forgive me. I did not see… I have failed you all.��

Aragorn hated to see Boromir like this. He had always been so sure of himself, relishing his history with the pride of a man, who valued his honor. He would not let him lie there and speak ill about himself, not while he was still breathing. “No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honor.”

He could not let it end like this. He would not let it end like this. They both made a promise and the jewel on Boromir’s neck was a token of this. He would not allow this to be the end of the tale of Boromir the Bold.

While he did not have much, he made the best attempt to bind the wounds, but it was a foolish attempt and cloth colored deeply and fast.

“Leave it! It is over… the world of Men will fall and all will come to darkness and my City to ruin… Aragorn…”

No, Boromir could not give up on Gondor. Aragorn knew the hope had been fading from Boromir’s heart for many years, but not a day ago he was telling him about the courage and honor of Men and when he spoke of the White City, he only spoke with love. Aragorn would not let him die, thinking all he loved was lost. “I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you… I will not let the White City fall, nor your people fail…” It was an oath he intended to keep.

“Our people,” Boromir corrected. “Our people.” And Aragorn could cry. He had stopped trying to tend to the wounds, but this made him try again. He could not give up on Boromir after he had given him so much of himself.

Still, when Boromir’s hand reached for his sword, he helped him even if he knew why the other reached for it. He chocked through the blood his final words: “I would have followed you, my love… my Captain, my King.”

And then Boromir was no more.

For a moment the world did not move. All was silent around him as he looked upon the fair and quiet face before him.

A bout of aggression came over him and he shook the limp form of Gondor’s favourite Son as he cried and raged. “You promised me you’d live. I promised you that I would protect you. I command you to live, Boromir. Do not make me an oath breaker. Do not make me loose you… love, please, come back to me.”

No matter his rage or cracking voice, there was no reaction.

Aragorn suddenly felt far removed from the forest, the hills, the stench ofthe dead. He was floating above it, not grieving, but pausing, as if he could make the world rewind until it was right again if he just distanced himself enough.

From above he saw himself kiss the forehead of his beloved, the skin still warm under his lips as it had been in Lothlórien, yet completely alien. “Be at peace, Son of Gondor,” he whispered and left athelas on his wounds, even if he knew it would not bring Boromir back. It was a waste of resources to make him feel like he had done something for Boromir when he had failed him so.

Behind him Legolas and Gimli appeared, both seasoned warriors and understanding what had just happened to their comrade. They fell silent. Legolas knew what Boromir had meant to Aragorn and Gimli had most probably put the pieces together as well.

Softly Aragorn brushed the hair out of Boromir’s face and straightened the jewel on his chest, before taking the bracers of his arms and strapping them to his own. It felt fitting, a piece of his home in exchange for a piece of Boromir’s.

“They will look for his coming from the White Tower, but he will not return,” he said, swallowing hard.

Yet he knew what he had to do. They had not the time to bury Boromir like the Kings of old and Aragorn vowed he would return for him. If not to bury what was left of him, then to build a monument in his honor where he had fallen.

For now he had a promise to fulfill.

“Boromir did not die in vain. I will not let him,” Aragorn said. “While Frodo, Sam with him, is beyond our help, Merry and Pippin still need us. I will not abandon this Fellowship so easily. Take only what you must. We travel light. Let’s hunt some Orc.”

Within minutes they had ditched all that they must and were on the run, an hopeless rescue mission that was mind-numbing in the chase, while vital for Aragorn’s heart. He would not fail Boromir, he would win in Boromir’s name and be the best King he could be for their people.

What the three hunters did not know was the soft beat in Boromir’s chest, for he had not been an oath breaker and he could not disobey a command from his King. Brought back from the brink, he lay there with athelas keeping him on the edge of life.

They also did not know about an Elven group, hurrying down the river to answer the call of a horn that demanded aid.

The three hunters could not know that slowly Boromir was heaved into a boat, loosing his horn to the river as the Elves rowed him to their forest, where the one who could heal him resided, if he were to survive the trip.

So, they fought for a friend they thought dead.

~~

A/N:

Thisis not really based in canon, but I like the idea of Boromir talking during marches. It might have started as a way to ease the minds of the soldiers under his command, or just something to stave of the boredom and a habit he picked up after marching often.

Also I like the idea that Aragorn is a great King, who is v good at negotiation and stuff, but the moment it’s abt Boromir, he looses all chill and skills he has. He’s a gay disaster, ur honor and I love him.

It has not as much dialogue as I would like, but there seemed no place to fit it in and this style of story comes natural to me now and I am quite happy with it still :D

I tried really hard with Tolkien’s writing style and while some parts are better than others, I am happy with my attempt bc it was a bit of an experiment.

The title and chapter titles are from Hadestown, the number Promises, bc I have emotions about it.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Find the Word tag

For this one I was tagged by @sleepyowlwrites, who kindly sent me scurrying to scour my WIPs for the words want, desire, yearn, long, dream, hunger, and anticipate.

I went back to Archipelago like an old lover returning to the comfort of what she knows, but with mixed results. I couldn't find that last word anywhere, which I think is the first time my beloved epic fantasy has found its vocabulary limited in one of these games - and on a seemingly innocuous word at that!

Want

“You bastard.” This time he managed spit, but the phlegm hung from his mouth and soiled his nightshirt as much as the floor. Quin might have imagined it, but he thought that he saw some tears drop down as well. “I know you’ve dreamed of this for months, but now you’ve done it, okay? You’ve won. You’ve seized my fortunes, my house, my title… and now you chase me from the city that I’ve called my home. What more do you want from me? What more could I possibly have to give?!”

Desire

Irma had always found it odd how the tales that caught her students’ attention most were the worst ones, as if the more appalled they’d be by a truth the more they needed to hear it. The nose would shy away from an abhorrent smell, the tongue would spit out a disgusting taste, but for some reason the brain craved hideous thoughts and nightmares of phantoms and murderers. Every other part of body wanted to be soothed, but the mind had a desire for discomfort - a morbid fascination with the macabre.

Yearn

Carmen was every bit the strategist that Elan wasn’t, but she had been left to yearn for the kind of respect he’d always had. She had never been a soldier herself, and it was hard to win over the hearts of their ranks without that shared experience: from Caro in Victory to Alsa in Bluebow, from the Silo’s Samara to Kendra next-door in Oldgate, almost all of her cousins in this post had risen thanks to their deeds with a sword, not a quill. In Harmony, some soldiers had called her a coward behind her back - and the rest had said it to her face.

Long

That illusion lasted for as long as they had waves to wear, a swirling gown of turquoise blue that spun around them as they danced to its gentle melody. But as soon as they were washed up on the shore, the magic died: it took just one day for them to fully desiccate, their frail forms dissolving into dust, until they were left as nothing but a shallow imprint in the sand. As ever, Serena’s touch was the only difference between life and death - between the joys of existence and the absence of anything at all.

Dream

Asked the source of his golden tongue, the boy Lan had claimed complete dedication: he said that he thought in the language of musical notes, slept to the rhythm of his never resting heart, and dreamt in impossible symphonies. He said that he made melody a part of him, and so he only needed to open his mouth and songs took flight of their own accord. The crew had laughed him out of the tavern, but now Aden wondered if there wasn't some truth in all of that. He thought in waves, and fell asleep drifting on an outbound tide. Perhaps the ocean really was a part of him, just like the rainmakers said it was in everyone.

Hunger

They could harness its heat for a time, just as a sail could borrow power from the wind, but they only dealt in fragments of a true might that they didn’t dare unleash. That had been the first lesson, administered with a burn to the hand on their first day, a dwindling splint each initiate tried in vain to hold: a captain could use that sail to steer his ship, but he could never hope to influence the storm, and it would kill him if he dared to try. Fire could be used for many tasks, but it was always held with fear of what it hungered to become.

I am no-pressure tagging recent interactions @dramaticvoiceover @lyralit @auberginesareberries @world-of-fire-and-flight and anybody else who fancies sharing :)

Your words, if you choose to accept them, are heat, borrow, hand, burn, held, and become.

[star-ting-over]

Fic: You were supposed to love me.

Warnings: Major Character Injury, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Unreliable Narrator

In the end, Hunter makes a choice.

Written after Episode 10 but set about a year down the line.

Read on AO3

READ THE WARNINGS

How do you fight an enemy who seems to know you better than you know yourself? Crosshair was, all things considered, a better strategist the Hunter had ever given him credit for. Or was that the chip in his head? Each time the Bad Batch crossed paths with their former sniper, Hunter grew less and less sure there was a difference. Omega insisted that there was. She was so certain that it was all the chip's fault, that Crosshair had no control over his actions. But with each time he cornered them, each sneering jib designed to cut as deep as possible, as only someone you truly trusted could, Hunter found it harder to separate the memory of his brother from the monster that hunted them to the edge of the galaxy and back.

With each encounter, reality became harder and harder for Hunter to deny. An unassailable truth brought into terrible clarity each time Tech mentioned his name, each time Wreaker lamented his absence, Echo’s long silent looks in the direction of Crosshairs weapons kit, each time Omega asked about the times… before. There was a piece of Hunter that hated Crosshair.

It wasn't fair, not on Crosshair, not on Hunter, not on any of them. But recent experience had taught Hunter that life was rarely fair. They all carried scars that Crosshair had given them now, one way or another. He's relentless in his pursuit of them and indiscriminate in his tactics. Frying them in an Ion engine was just the beginning. Maybe Crosshair was more creative than Hunter had given him credit for. No, it was probably just the chip in his head. Even in their dreams, Crosshair is pursuing them. Sometimes, in the depths of sleep, Hunter thinks he can still feel the weight of his little brother's hand on his shoulder, pressing harder and harder until he's being crushed under its weight.

They manage all of 3 days on Miral before Crosshair catches up to them, his little army of imperial lackeys in tow. Tech was reasonably sure all, but a handful of the group are clones. Wreaker, absent-minded, wondered what Crosshair thought about being forced to work with the regs. Hunter isn't convinced there's enough of Crosshair left in there to care.

In hindsight, Hunter should have foreseen that Crosshair would try to separate him and Omega from the group. They had always been stronger as a group because individual… well, it varied. Too many blind spots, too many weaknesses and in every encounter they had had so far, Hunter had managed to demonstrate his tiny, blond weakness perfectly. So now he and Omega were trapped in a derelict warehouse with a murderous psychopath wearing Crosshair's face.

The sneer on his brother faces as he cornered them burned itself into Hunter's brain. So often directed at an unfortunate Reg or really anyone Crosshair deemed to be in his way, this would be the first time that Hunter had seen the expression directed at him. The red, raw look of the poorly healed burns twisted Crosshair's face, the bloodshot whites of his eyes casing a jarring contrast.

Ash black armour, a suffocating shadow on their lives and Hunter, hated him with everything he had. Omega pleaded with Crosshair, begged him to wake up. Hunter didn't even bother to try anymore. If his brother were going to wake up, he would have done so by now.

"Stand down". That had rarely worked on Crosshair when his mind had been his own, so Hunter wasn't sure why he thought it might work now. Maybe it was the only thing that Hunter had left to say to his little brother after everything that had happened between them.

Whatever Crosshair said in reply was lost on Hunter, his eyes too focused on the blaster his brother had trained on Omega. Hunter really should have been listening. Instead, silence filled the room; Omega's tear-filled eyes have turned to Hunter as well now. She was so afraid. Crosshair only grew smile, and Hunter hated him.

People said that time slows when the people you love are in danger, but Hunter can attest the that isn't true. If he had blinked, he would have missed the red bolt from Crosshair's blaster, the stuck Omega in the centre of her chest, that sound of a blaster bolt that had been the background music to his life for as long as he could remember, sounding so much louder in the quiet.

Hunter’s scream echoed in the room and in his head. His heart pumped ice and fire, fury and fear with every beat. Crosshair moved towards Omega's unmoving body, his movements stiff and halting, nothing like the grace that Hunter had always admired in his little brother, and Hunter hated him.

Crosshair's drawn his sidearm, was still aiming it at the little girl, never one to leave a job unfinished and Hunter's world went white. The only thing that felt real was his own blaster, secure as ever in the palm of his hand. When did he draw his blaster? Hunter expected the trigger to feel heavy, but in reality, it was as light as a feather, just as it always had been. It wasn't as difficult a choice, in the end, as he thought it would be.

It wasn't a clean hit, but, in the end, it didn't need to be. Crosshair went down and didn't get up. That was what he wanted, right? Right. Hunter’s knees felt as though they were about to give out. He heard Omega's name being called; there was no one else in the room that could have come from but him.

Crosshair lay sprawled on the floor, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The blaster wound in the side of his head, still smoking gently, the smell of burning flesh cutting through the damp of the room.

Hunter stumbled towards Omega, his foot catching on his brother's unmoving shoulder as he stepped over him in his haste to reach the little girl. She wasn't moving. No hands grabbing at Hunter's wrist in excitement, not bright eyes filled with life or joy. Hunter couldn't bring himself to check. She would be fine; Tech could fix her, Hunter was sure he could. He needed to get her back to the ship.

He pulled her into his arms, held her tight to the chest. He needed to get Omega back to the ship. Tech could fix her; Tech could fix her. He forced himself to his feet

"H-hunter… where…." The voice was broken, slurred, and oh so very familiar. Hunter thinks he's going to be sick. He didn't want to pause, but that voice froze him into place. He didn't want to turn towards the owner, but his head seemed to move of its own accord.

"Hunter… please" In all of his life, Hunter had never seen a look like this one in Crosshair's, now open, eyes. His little brother still lay where he had fallen, but his eyes, normally narrowed with his scowl or with a cutting remark, were wide and full of confusion, pain and fear. For the first time since they fled Kamino, maybe since Kaller, his brother was behind those eyes. His arm was raised towards Hunter, reaching for his brother, pleading for him.

Hunters arm reflexively closed around the Omega, lying limp and growing colder in his arms. He needed to get her to the ship. Tech could fix her. As Hunter turned away, he missed the sight of the tears running down his brother's face and the outstretched hand that fell black to the floor. It didn't move again.  

[galaxygolfergirl]

I posted this as a response on twitter but I feel I should say it here too, and it has been edited for clarity:

I’m sorry, I’ve followed you for a long time (responding to @brooklyndaddefiant on twitter), but I’m actually mad. I agree, this long and devastating war had to end for the sake of our soldiers, but leaving no means of security or effective measures for refugees to evacuate safely is beyond shameful. I watched the videos of people falling from US military planes as they took off, desperate to survive. I’ve read stories of women and young girls fearing for their lives now that their social freedoms have been obliterated, and men forced into conscription in the Taliban. People are either being executed or resigned to hide and obey Taliban laws under fear of death and torture, Afghanistan’s first female mayor and others like her are likely to be targeted and killed. On top of all this there’s the global pandemic that will make things even worse. 

I voted for Biden, but like every President before him he is not beyond criticism. Politics and people’s lives are not black and white. There’s no joy here. There is no celebration. This is a tragedy, a phyrric victory 20 years in the making. We should have helped them get out sooner, and I am not here to debate the efficacy of keeping our soldiers any longer than they should have, but better planning should have happened. I don't know how long they should have stayed; I'm not a military strategist nor a political expert, just a US citizen empathetically grieving for these people. We failed our soldiers and we failed the Afghan people. This is a humanitarian crisis that was made before I was even born. Our soldiers have suffered, the afghan people have suffered, and my heart breaks deeply for them. 

This is a failure. All of these decisions, all of these deaths, and all of this devastation was decided when I barely 2 years old. We inherited a war that was doomed to fail. And the Afghans not fighting for themselves? The Afghan military was essentially paid off by the Taliban because they knew they couldn’t fight them off, and with the US leaving that incentivized the Taliban to go in for the kill. There are still Afghans fighting, though, make no mistake. There have been women saying they are unafraid and with the courage to rebel any way they can, and anarchist forces that are small but are still putting up a fight, but the people that remain are essentially on their own to survive. 

Also, just as a note to any magas lurking in this thread, things would not have been better if Trump were still in power. Trump helped cause this series of events and he would be a blowtorch to a dumpsterfire. No one is a hero here. US Presidents aren’t superheroes, they are heads of state who act according to either their constituents, their colleagues, or their corporate donors. I am tired of this reductive view of politics. Biden is a politician, and politicians are morally and ethically diverse in policy.

All in all, this is a phyrric victory for the U.S. We won’t have to send our soldiers out to die and suffer or spend billions in taxes, but this is the end of democracy for the Afghan people. This is what happens when liberty dies.

[montaguehphm]

How about Murphy, Barnaby and Charlie for the soft hcs? 😘

Oh, you. Hehehe. Of course, we need to talk about Montague and Jason’s three best boys. Hehe.

I. Murphy McNully

What they smell like: Murphy smells of a combination of pine and cedar forests, toasted sandwiches, and freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. Perhaps it’s because Jason always has some fresh cookies ready for Murphy.  

What their favorite smells in the world are: Murphy’s favorite scents are earthy scents, forests, oranges, and chocolates... perhaps chocolates used in chocolate chip cookies? 🍪     

What pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: It depends on the situation. Usually, like his partner, Jason (hehe), he sleeps topless with a pair of novelty Quidditch boxer shorts (one of every major international Quidditch team). When he’s cold, he puts on a Quidditch-print sweatshirt with a matching pajama bottom.  

My favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: Jamurphy (Jason Novak and Murphy), hands down. They’re just the absolute cutest, especially when they’re hanging out with Montague, Barnaby, and (when he’s free) Charlie. #Barnamontphyson rights! Now, among Murphy’s Quidditch merchandise he acquired over the years is his prized collection of novelty vintage neckties from every major international Quidditch team. He puts on the tie that has the team he thinks will win. These ties are actually gifts from Jason, who figured that the rarer and older the designs were, the better. Jason knows that each design carries a piece of history, which was something that was part of Murphy's interests with the sport.. He employed Montague to help him find a good number of them while he and Barnaby were traveling.    

My favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: Murphy and Barnaby have an adorable friendship. One of their favorite activities to do together happens to be wizard’s chess, even if Barnaby never wins. He’s after the learning for his journey to become a Renaissance wizard and he’s happy to have a friend like Murphy help him become a better thinker and strategist. They also have, at some point, had a bit of a thing for each other. 👀     

A song that reminds me of them: "Talk About You" by MIKA. The man loves to talk, whether it’s about Quidditch or his man, Jason. 💚   

What animal I think they would be if they were an animal: Murphy is like a dolphin: smart, analytical, and friendly. He's also quite playful, especially with his banters, always happy to share with you the things that bring him joy.  

What position they sleep in: It varies between sleeping on his back with Jason holding him to Murphy spooning Jason with his muscular arms. Yes, Murphy’s arms are huge. What about it? 👀   

Their favorite drink: Murphy loves a good ol’ Butterbeer. For something non-alcoholic though, it would be either some good brewed coffee or Otter’s Fizzy Orange Juice.  

A gift I would give them if I could: Montague would give Murphy a collection of photos of every match Murphy commentated for (with photos of the latter commentating). I would do the same, honestly.

II. Barnaby Lee

What they smell like: Barnaby, according to canon Montague, smells like fresh laundry and sandalwood. Montague also picks up a bit of vanilla and cinnamon whenever he cuddles with Barnaby, but it's quite subtle. It lowkey happens to be one of the reasons why one of Montague’s favorite Muggle pastries is a sticky cinnamon bun.  

What their favorite smells in the world are: Barnaby loves peppermints and oranges. Something about oranges just puts him in such a good mood, while peppermint always seems to make him feel cozy and warm... Which funny enough is what he smells whenever he's around Montague. It's probably Monty's perfume.  

What pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Barnaby usually just sleeps in just boxers because he’s usually warm at night, but he throws one of his favorite sweatshirts on when he's cold, one of which he gave to Montague.  

My favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: Montaby, because well... it’s Montague’s world “and the rest is fucking parking.” (Mateo, A. 2020) (damn, the narcissism is real hahaha!) During their travels around the world, the two of them would join the Muggle tourist groups for fun. They’d even try all the local food and drinks they could get their hands on. One of their favorite places to visit was Kyoto, where they got to try authentic ramen and other Japanese food for the first time. Barnaby was completely overwhelmed with the complex and rich flavors every bowl had that he ordered more, one after the other. Barnaby had no regrets. Montague had one: the bill.  

My favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: Aside from Murphy, I also think about Barnaby and Charlie’s friendship as they bond over Care of Magical Creatures. They listen to each other about the creatures they talk about, be it Barnaby’s fascination with puffskeins and crups or Charlie’s love for dragons (surprise, surprise).  

A song that reminds me of them: There’s a good number of these, but my best one is “I Melt with You” by Modern English. It’s an upbeat song that reflects Barnaby’s more loyal side and jovial outlook in life whenever he’s in great company. "The Look" by Roxette started blasting in Montague's head when he got a good first look of Barnaby.  

What animal I think they would be if they were an animal: Barnaby would be big and fluffy golden retriever. Why? Well, he's always a good boy. He's the best boy. He's friendly, caring, and quite energetic. Barnaby's a cheerful and confident boy who would show you loyalty and devotion.  

What position they sleep in: When he sleeps alone, Barnaby sleeps in either a fetal position while cuddling a pillow or on his belly while holding a pillow. When he shares a bed with Montague, they spoon (but subconsciously take turns on who gets to be the big and the little spoon for the night).  

Their favorite drink: Depending on the occasion, it would either be butterbeer or mead, hands down. Because of his sweet tooth, he did, however, develop a fascination for cream sodas, milkshakes, and various sweet beverages and fruity cocktails ever since his first visit to the Muggle world with Montague.  

A gift I would give them if I could: Montague would probably give Barnaby his eternal devotion a photo album of his own. It could contain enchanted photographs of their adventures and vacations together, with Montague’s little notes about what his favorite part of that day was with his husband... and throw in some custom stuffed toys of his favorite creatures. As for me, the man behind this account, if I had the wizard money for it, I would get Barnaby collector’s editions of various books on magizoology. Because he deserves to explore his passion for the subject.

III. Charlie Weasley

What they smell like: According to canon, Charlie smells like grass and honeysuckle. Montague also noted at some point that Charlie smelled of fresh and warm buttermilk pancakes.  

What their favorite smells in the world are: Charlie loves the smell of anything that reminds him of the comforts of home: breakfast food, the meadows, and his mother's hot cocoa recipe (chocolate, cinnamon, and peppermint).  

What pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Charlie has a pair of pajamas with cute little dragons on them. He likes to collect as many designs as he can.  

My favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: My headcanon for Charlie is that he is an aromantic homosexual man. Periodt.  

My favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute HC about them: Charlie has a friendship with Rowan Khanna over (surprise, surprise) dragons. When Charlie learned that Rowan would talk about all the dragons he read about with Montague, the Weasley boy immediately became friends with Rowan. They would discuss different dragon-related topics from dragon breeds and habitats to current events surrounding dragons.  

A song that reminds me of them: "Sloom" by Of Monsters and Men. In terms of the production, it’s one of those songs that reminds me of the countryside.  

What animal I think they would be if they were an animal: Charlie, as much as I'd like to think he'd be a dragon because he loves dragons, would be a labrador retriever. Like a labrador, Charlie's a warm and friendly person. He's also quite versatile as a person: he's a Seeker, a proficient duelist, and an aspiring dragonologist.  

What position they sleep in: Charlie sleeps on his back with his limbs spread like a starfish.  

Their favorite drink: Butterbeer. Charlie's always down for Butterbeer. He also loves some hot cocoa with cinnamon -- just like how Mrs. Weasley makes it.  

A gift I would give them if I could: Montague would give Charlie a specific special edition of a book on dragonology, autographed by a dragonologist that Charlie has respected and admire for years (and was one of Montague's clients during his freelance Curse-Breaker years). As me, the man behind this account, I'd give him dragon stuffed toys.

[bllsbailey]

NEW: Internal Tensions Roil Kamala Harris Campaign Even As Press Declares Nothing but 'Joy'

The thing about putting lipstick on a pig is that underneath the lipstick, you've still got a pig. That's the Kamala Harris campaign right now, at least according to a new report on the internal tensions roiling her operation. 

There's no doubt the vice president turned presidential nominee without winning a single primary vote has some momentum. There is a sheer jubilance among Democrats simply because they have someone other than Joe Biden to vote for. Much of what is bolstering Harris isn't organic, though. It's the result of a relentless press campaign to redefine her as a talented, likable politician full of "joy." MSNBC even compared Harris to Taylor Swift.

But while the propaganda machine is hitting on all cylinders, Kamala Harris is still Kamala Harris, and that's apparent behind the scenes. 

Kamala Harris’ campaign is navigating internal tensions as a team of new senior strategists take hold of an operation largely staffed by people hired when Joe Biden was the Democratic nominee, according to six people, including aides familiar with the dynamics. Longtime Harris loyalists are also chafing at the continuing presence of some Biden aides known for disparaging the vice president, three of the people said. The unfolding friction is the result of an unprecedented overhaul of the Democratic ticket less than three months before the election, a daunting task that requires integrating two political worlds while at the same time selecting a vice presidential nominee and battling former President Donald Trump.

Keep in mind that we are talking about a person who had 92 percent staff turnover in the last four years. That wasn't by sheer chance. Harris is a deeply difficult person to work for, with reports painting her as borderline abusive to her underlings. 

In the case mentioned above, the situation is a bit more complicated. When Biden dropped out of the race, he left behind a fully staffed presidential operation. The last thing Harris wanted to do was start firing people because that would lead to dissent breaking out into the open. That's left the vice president desperately trying to hold a house of cards together that is chock-full of operatives who hate each other. 

The question is how long she can keep this charade going. She has the press on her side, and that's a big asset as far as tamping down leaks.

What Harris does have in her favor right now is time, not because there's so much left before election day but because there's so little left. Given enough time, she would self-destruct as she's always done. Harris has not suddenly become an excellent politician, but if she can stay away from the off-the-cuff situations that have historically haunted her, she may be able to run the clock out. 

Still, there is at least one debate coming up, and that is probably the best chance Donald Trump will get to knock Harris off her astroturfed sugar high. If her campaign begins to falter at all, you could start to see cracks form, given how weak the foundation is. 

[three-houses-text-files]

byleth/ferdinand

c-s support + paired endings + night of the ball

*i’m a bit iffy on the order of the b and a rank supports here because it implies ferdinand’s b support can’t be unlocked until post-skip, so be mindful of that while reading!

c

Ferdinand: Hello, Professor. May I speak with you? F: You seem to hold Edelgard in high esteem. That is my impression, at least. F: I was just wondering, what do you think of Edelgard? You seem to hold her in high esteem.

>She's a good student.

F: Hm. She is certainly talented. No doubt about that.

F: But I wonder... What is your opinion of me? I am quite talented too, am I not?

>She's got a lot to learn.

F: Well now! That is not what I expected you to say. You clearly have high standards.

F: And what is your opinion of me? I am at least her equal, am I not?

F: Be honest. Do not hold back. Pretend that I am just a regular person, not the scion of a noble house.

>I think you two are evenly matched.

F: Evenly matched?! Me? With her?!

>I don't want to hurt your feelings, but...

F: You think she is better than me?!

F: I was just being modest before. F: Honestly, I have always prided myself on being superior to Edelgard. F: But evidently that is not your perspective. Hmm... F: I suppose there is only one thing to do. I must demonstrate my excellence!

>That's not necessary.

F: Nonsense! You have entirely underestimated my abilities!

>I can't stop you.

F: Precisely! You cannot stop me! I will prove that you have drastically underestimated me.

F: You think I could ignore such a slight upon my honor? Not likely. Come, Professor!

>...

F: We will begin with battle. Edelgard's skills in combat are no match for mine. F: I heard that, just the other day, she defeated a Demonic Beast without assistance. F: Well, anything Edelgard can do, I can do better—and in half the time! F: Professor, you can be my eyewitness and timekeeper. F: Here we go! F: Two at once? That's... Well, it will be fine. F: Argh! I can't do it! F: It seems you have saved my life. I... Thank you, Professor.

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b

F: Hah! Haagh! Take that! Yaa! F: Aaargh!

>You're fighting more intensely than usual.

F: Yes. I am in a hurry.

>What's up?

F: Oh, you know. There is always something. It never ends.

F: Lately I have been feeling uneasy. Impatient. F: Edelgard claims victory after victory. She never stops. F: Five years ago, she ascended the throne and swept away the corrupt nobles. My father included. F: I always thought I would be the one to unseat him. But she did it instead—with all the ease and indifference of someone cracking an egg. F: She put my father under house arrest. She stripped House Aegir of its power. F: Rather than accepting a role as her puppet, I left. Now I fight to topple the Empire. (other) F: Now, as the head of House Aegir, I serve Edelgard. I have to accept that I am her subordinate, working beneath her to reunify Fódlan. (black eagles route) F: The disparity between Edelgard and myself is...obvious. F: She never stops moving forward. Single-minded. Never wavering. F: But where does that leave me? Here, flailing about, going nowhere, contributing nothing...

>That's not true.

F: But it is! That is the reality. F: Not once, since our days at the academy, have I exceeded Edelgard's abilities. F: I saw her as a worthy opponent. She did not even see me as a contender. She did not even consider me at all. F: Perhaps my standing now is a little better than it was. But I am still playing second fiddle. F: As the head of the noble House Aegir, I must be able to achieve results. F: But all my efforts have come to nothing. F: Results are everything. I have not shown results, so I will be stagnating here forever.

>But you have achieved results!

F: I appreciate your kind words, but you are wrong.

>It's the journey, not the destination.

F: I appreciate that, but it is not enough to persuade me.

F: I know that I have a massive wall to climb, and I must climb it alone. F: Even so...may I ask a favor?

>Yes?

F: Professor, please keep an eye on my progress. F: I would appreciate if you were always by my side, bearing witness to my accomplishments.

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a

F: Hmm. What an interesting way of looking at life. F: Ah, it is you! Just at the right time.

>You're working late.

F: Oh, is it nighttime already? I must have gotten carried away.

>The right time?

F: There is something I wanted to discuss. F: Something about you... F: I am starting to believe that you are a true hero. F: You hold the lost Crest, you wield the Sword of the Creator, and you lead everyone in battle against great enemies. F: Not only that, but you are a strategist. F: You stand alongside rulers, supporting them, advising them. F: You give everyone direction, so they know what needs to be done. F: You do not seem particularly ambitious. And yet, you accomplish so much.

>That's high praise.

F: I am not exaggerating. Everything I said is true.

>That's true. I'm not ambitious.

F: I am amazed that you can say so.

F: I have been reading about the history of Faerghus, you know. F: The Kingdom's founder, Loog, the "King of Lions," had two advisors. F: One of them was Pan, the "undesiring strategist." F: According to historical records, Pan wanted nothing for himself. He devoted himself entirely to Loog. F: He had tremendous power, but he never seemed concerned about his legacy. F: So, in the old chronicles, there is hardly any mention of Pan's deeds. F: All that we know is that he helped Loog, his friend and leader. F: To think, someone could be so virtuous.

>I've never heard of Pan.

F: It is not surprising that you have never heard of him. I did not even know his name until recently. F: But when I watch how you conduct yourself, I feel that I am seeing the unknown deeds of Pan. F: It is only a thought, of course, but it makes me feel rather happy. F: Even if it is not in the pages of a history book, a life can be full of achievement! F: I know that I will never be greater than Edelgard. She will always surpass me. F: I know that I will never prevail over Edelgard. Even if I defeat her on the battlefield... F: I am what I am. F: Like you and this "undesiring strategist." F: I will do what I'm called to do, even if no mark of me remains in the history books.

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s

F: It has been a long, hard road. Would you agree?

>No, not really.

F: Haha! You cannot humor me even a little?

>It certainly has.

F: Perhaps we can agree that every long road comes to an end.

F: Every long road comes to an end. F: That is when friends who have walked together must go their separate ways. F: You will guide Fódlan. I will return to my rightful position as Duke Aegir. (black eagles route) F: You will guide Fódlan. I will return to my position as Duke Aegir. (other) F: Life will go on. It must.

>So it seems.

F: I once asked something of you. F: I asked you to bear witness to my achievements. F: But even if I achieve nothing and there is nothing left of me after I am gone... F: I still want you to see me.

>What do you mean?

F: I mean that I want you to be my wife! F: I need you as much as I need my next breath. More, perhaps. F: I hope that you need me too.

>I understand.

F: That is it? F: You hear noble Ferdinand von Aegir declare his love for you, and all you say is "I understand"? F: This is torture! Please, if you are going to refuse my proposal, simply tell me.

>Need isn't a strong enough word.

F: I am not sure I understand...

>I love you, Ferdinand.

F: You do? Does that mean...

>Let's get married!

F: Really?! F: Ah, my head is ringing with pure joy! Like a thousand bells! F: It is even greater than the joy of victory in battle. It is victory in life itself!

>...

F: Ahem. Apologies. I got a little carried away there. F: I am shaking... I cannot control it. F: It would be no exaggeration to say that my whole life, everything I have done, has led me to this moment. F: I am overjoyed! Oh dear, I might faint...

>I'm happy too.

F: Give me a minute or two to regain my balance before you say anything too fantastic...

>You look pretty unsteady.

F: Who me? Not at all! I am better now. Really.

F: Imagine, making our way through life, side by side. The whole world has taken on a rosy hue. F: Ah, it is no use. I cannot stay upright. Please, let me lean on your shoulder. F: That is better. We are as close as can be. F: From now on, we will lean on each other. Thank you, my love.

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paired endings

After ascending to the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, Byleth announced her marriage to Ferdinand, who had assumed his inherited position as Duke Aegir. Ferdinand overcame a slew of obstacles to reform his territory and that of House Hrym. He chose not to accept an official position in service to Byleth, instead advising her only informally as a spouse. History books extol Ferdinand's success as a lord of his territories, but make no mention of his marriage. Thus, half of his life's work is lost to time. (golden deer + church route)

After taking her place as the new archbishop of the Church of Seiros, Byleth announced her marriage to Ferdinand, who had assumed his place as Duke Aegir. The archbishop's husband overcame a slew of obstacles to reform his family's territory and Hrym but took no official position with the church, providing only guidance and support in his capacity as a loving spouse. History books extol Ferdinand's success as a lord of his territories, but they make no mention of his marriage to the archbishop. Thus, half of his life's work is lost to time. (blue lions route)

Byleth and Ferdinand celebrated their marriage with a lavish wedding, but almost immediately afterward, the battle with those who slither in the dark began in earnest. After being named Duke Aegir, Ferdinand overcame a slew of obstacles to help House Hrym and his family's territory recover. At the same time, he fought alongside his spouse for a true, lasting peace in Fódlan. History books extol Ferdinand's success as a lord of his territories, but they do not make mention of the hard-fought battles he endured alongside his wife. Thus, half of his life's work is lost to time. (black eagles route)

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night of the ball

F: Hello, Professor. F: I just needed a quick break from the festivities. Fancy running into you here.

>You followed me, didn't you?

F: I beg your pardon?! Absolutely not! It is simply a coincidence.

F: The heir to the great house of Aegir, chasing after a woman in the dead of night! The very thought of it!

>What a nice coincidence.

F: Yes, a coincidence...

F: Anyway, seeing you here, I cannot help but recall the legend of the Goddess Tower. F: It is said that when a man and a woman meet here by chance on the night of the ball, their paths become one. F: The goddess blesses them and ensures a harmonious union.

>I heard it differently.

F: Oh, you heard the legend too? How was it different?

>That the goddess is sure to grant any promises made here?

F: Ah, perhaps that is how it goes, come to think of it.

>Are you sure that's the legend?

F: Indeed, that is how it goes. Or at least, that is the version I heard.

F: How long have we known each other now? About nine months, by my count. F: The passage of time is swift indeed. F: Listen. I need to tell you something. F: After I graduate, I must pass stern judgment on my father. F: His greed got the better of him. He has strayed far from the righteous path. F: As the next Duke Aegir, I will succeed him as prime minister, and it will fall to me to hold him accountable. F: Only then can I justly guide the Empire's subjects and work to create a better world. F: That is my dream, my will, and my future. F: I pray that I will have the courage to fulfill my solemn duty and that I will have your support.

>Of course. I'm with you.

>I'm always happy to listen.

F: Thank you. F: Knowing that you are on my side, I feel unstoppable. F: Yes... I really only wished for someone to hear me out. I chose you for that honor. F: Well, shall we head back? F: Plenty of people must be wondering where you went. F: Specifically the legions of men who would like to dance with you! F: To be honest, I count myself among them.