#ahri u know . .. makes ppl see visions whether good or bad w/ her charm so

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@dcvorakk​  sent  :  " Sometimes only the soul can tell the truth about a person. What does yours say? "

               𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝,  𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.  some are more malleable than others,  fluid as the smooth,  meandering river currents,  soft as wet clay,  fresh in its rich and earthly scent,  in the palms of an artisan’s steady hands.  others are not as easy to bend,  easy to break.  they are born of steel,  bound in iron,  plated in tungsten sheets.  they have so much will,  so many unbreakable convictions.  they are anchored to the floors of the vast,  boundless oceans while others drift around them,  going along with the tides as the moon guides them beneath the glaring sun and endless sea of stars.

both things are . . . valuable,  in their own right.  strengths and weaknesses,  both,  yet they wear different masks under different lights.  a soul that is willing to change can alter itself for good,  just as easily as it may be warped by the poisonous darts of bitter evils.

they tell stories,  folk tales,  age  -  old fables and old wives’ tales,  children’s lullabies and poems,  thundering hymns and ballads.  as simple as some may appear on the surface,  it is only just that    —    a mere scratch upon the surface,  a splinter burrowing its way beneath the first layer of skin.

what stories does her soul sing of  ?

they breathe in the air of the unknown wilderness,  barren,  crisp and refreshing,  like their lungs had never felt air so clear.  unpolluted by poisons hanging in overhanging clouds of smog,  like the surrounding winter wonderlands of the snow  -  capped mountains and the forests that blanket them.  they tell a tale of mystery,  wonder,  of origins that even ahri cannot parse nor bring words to her tongue.

they sing in tempo to the powerful,  drumming rhythms that step to the beat of her heart.  fast,  relentless.  she is the predator,  they are all the prey.  her soul roars,  ferociously ravenous as she consumes the essence of others to empower her own heart,  the very magic coursing in her veins.  the tempo slows,  and so does her dance,  graceful feet catching themselves as she lowers her knees down to the floor in the shadow’s kiss.  beyond the raging chants of war,  her stories come to sing of sorrow.  loss.  pain and anguish like she has never known.  her heart beats so weakly,  pitifully,  as if it is straggling on by a withering and fraying thread.

“    my soul . . .    ”    ahri speaks up at last,  golden eyes flickering rapidly to meet the man’s gaze.  drifting,  floating,  she is carried off by the soft clouds of thought and shakes her head now to ground herself.  her tone is bright,  concealing the melancholic waves that edge and lace her voice.    “    mm . . . i think my soul will tell you a lot of things.  i don’t even know where to begin.    ”    the corners of her mouth begin to shift,  turning in a subtle lift in a diminutive smile.    “    who knows,  maybe i’ll tell you some time,  if you have the patience to listen.  or . . . if you really trust me,  maybe i can show you.    ”