#darkrelic

[literare]

from @darkrelic, xaden riorson : [ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

she knew going into this, that one way or another, things would change when he graduated. that they wouldn't see each other as much, and the fact that sgaeyl is mated to tairn, is really the only reason he is even here right now. if not, she isn't sure she would have been able to see him again. and hearing about the attacks on the out posts . . . she'd been wound up tightly with worry these last couple of days. anticipating his arrival, but not knowing for sure. walked away from the crowds of people, away from everyone and everything and for a little, she just wants to enjoy the fact he is here. that he is alive. pulled down into his lap and she easily sink into him, arms curled up and around the back of his neck, tip of nose nuzzled into him. as if it's the most natural thing in the world. and in some ways it is. wouldn't mind if they could simply live in this moment, where everything is fine. where it's just the two of them.

[cthoniian]

brotherhood is perhaps not strong enough a word for the bond forged between them. liam mairi loves xaden riorson, different entirely from the way he loves his little sister, consuming in its loyalty - but he isn’t blind to the darkness that lingers in his friends mind. xaden has hardly changed in liam’s absence, he’s harder perhaps - shadows quite literally seem to flock to him, and of course he’s got a giant terrifying dragon.

but he’d still gathered them. given them instructions. kept the marked ones safe by his very existence. the marks on his backs burned into liam’s mind. he knew what they represented. he knew it was his life scarred on his best friends back.

so it had been after that gathering of the marked ones that liam had sought him out. he also had his first letter for sloane, but it was tucked safe in his new bedroom. not quite ready to ask xaden for yet another favour. they’d drank, eaten, talked — until they’d both finally fallen asleep. memories of their youth when they’d grown up together and impromptu sleepovers were a constant had been on his mind. but the nightmares that wake xaden?

not entirely new — but the anguish in his friends voice. that was new. a hand gentle as he shakes him to waking, his voice soft, pitched to the level he uses on his sister, or a wild animal he’s attempting to soothe.

‘ xaden — it’s me. it’s liam. you’re not alone. you’re not alone xaden. you hear me? ‘

and maybe his voice breaks a little as he promises him he isn’t alone. because the truth of the matter is, even if the marked ones - xaden is held apart. responsible for them all. isolated by his nature, his gifts, and the wretched system they’ve been forced to inherit. a small price to pay for living perhaps —… but xaden paid it first.

‘ take all the time you need. im right here. ‘

i need a minute // liam & xaden // @darkrelic

[alives]

frustration's evident , strands of flax falling free from the braided crown / her body's as taut as a bowstring ! waiting to snap despite the throbbing ache ( HAD HER DRESSING SLIPPED ? UGH. ) but that voice , that annoyingly prominent presence -- she cannot afford to look weak lest she be eaten alive by what lurks in both the light * & shadows. not more than a fleeting thought but tairn's disdain rings loud & clear like some mildly aggravated positive reinforcement.

" you can blame me for that. "

there's plenty of things she blames @darkrelic for , being an arrogant asshole hell bent on her demise top of the list ! ( & there's that disapproving growl again. like a warning / was her dragon trying to pavlov her ? ) but curiosity gets the best of her , the mystery that was the infuriating male she found herself tied to. pale eyes peer beneath lashes , neck craning to look at him properly.

over the past few months / it's instinctive to bite , to bare her teeth like a cornered animal so she tries to do the opposite. it's just the two of them left on the field & as much as she hates to admit it / in the comfort of her own mind ; she wants to know him. WHAT A BETRAYAL THAT FEELS LIKE ! what would he think of her now ?

" was your charming personality too much to handle ? " inquired as the back of leather clad hand's swiping at sweat & grime gathered at her temple. dropping to let palms bite into the grass & spread out the stiffness in her limbs. " seriously , how'd you get that rule implemented ? "

[rottedfigs]

muscles ache, body sore in every conceivable way from the harsh training she has been put through. it felt like again and again she was thrown against the mat, learning new ways to defend herself against enemies that crawled through the very halls that she called home. how could one find peace when all they know is violence? it doesn't matter much now, when she is trailing behind xaden. her footsteps behind his own feel small and inconsequential. it makes her teeth grind against one another to think such a thing, to feel secondary to someone like him. yet, she doesn't let the battle rage against her face as she trudges along. the clutches of coldness press against her as they wander through the halls, causing her to pull her jacket against her shoulders tighter.

‟ are you ever going to tell me what's going on? this is absolutely ridiculous! ” her voice is snippy, absolutely in no mood to deal with the scary attitude that he puts on. it doesn't have the effect on her that it does with everyone else. he doesn't scare her.

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜ @darkrelic

his answer doesn't give her any cause for relief. in fact, all it does is cause the line of her face to twist with disgust. tight between her eyebrows as she stares at the ground beneath their feet, counting each step he takes.

‟ that absolutely depends on if you're going to tell me the truth or not --- ” she snaps back, her stride increasing now so that she can catch up to his ridiculously long stride. violet doesn't back down from any dark look he might cast her way. ‟ so, are you? ”

[roserotten]

@darkrelic said: what a joke.

a growl slips past's the girl's tights lips as she attempts to pin down the male against the training mat, only to be caught off guard when he kicks at her ankle, hooking his foot and yanking; her blue orbs wide as the wind knocks out of her, spine nearly shattering. a grunt, she rolls to her side to rise again. golden hair sticks to her face as sweat drips everywhere. what a joke. he says. he says! flames boil her insides, crouching low she launches herself at him. "take it back!"

[dark-relic-store]

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[palespawn]

MUN MONDAY THURSDAY: GETTING TO KNOW YOU

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: courtney roleplayer pronouns: she/her muse name: astarion ancunín

preferred communication: i say discord, but i'm terrible at keeping up with communication anywhere you find me. a lot of the time i read messages and think i've replied when i haven't 💀

experience: i don't remember what year i started writing but i know it's been more than a decade, damn. i've been all over the shop, from disney to star wars to marvel, where i was for a long time and i took a break when life got busy, tried a multi muse half a dozen times, the witcher, briefly dabbled in asoiaf, and then the animanga & final fantasy rpc leading up to astarion's debut ✨

preferred roleplay type: it really depends but i'm a waffler so i do prefer at least one paragraph. i like a mix of dialogue and descriptive writing, so i suck at one-liners. if we're talking genres, i'm not overly picky but i find conflict and dynamic exploration the most interesting to write. despite absolutely loving slice of life in media, i struggle to maintain interest in actually writing it out for an extended period.

pet peeves & dealbreakers: i guess breaking general rp etiquette, guilt-tripping or vague posts of course, particularly in regards to activity or engagement.

plot or memes: honestly, i'm better with memes. i can struggle to come up with plot ideas right off the bat, so memes help get the braincells going and writing juices flowing. i also find it can be a nice ice breaker if we're new mutuals!

long replies or short replies: i do prefer long replies so long as there's context and purpose, if that makes sense. i'm not going to give you five paragraphs of nothing to work with or try not to.

best time to write: i am mostly available on weekends, but the best time for me to write overall is at night. if i have the day off, i will find something else to do until then, unless i'm overloaded with muse inspo. however, overall, i'm trying to not place so much pressure on myself to be constantly dishing out replies and it's helped with keeping a hold of his muse tbfh.

are you like your muse?: i definitely think we have some similarities. i can take a little while to honestly open up to people or just drop bits of personal lore at random times lmao. i do have my own stuff that i'm working through, so i can have moments where i distance myself from people i care about. it's like tunnel vision, so i can hyperfixate on something and neglect other aspects of my life both online and offline. i can also lean into humor or sarcasm in situations i'm uncomfortable in ( ˶˘ ³˘˵)♡

tagged by: sacredflorist 🤍 tagging: @sarastuss , @darkrelic , @dekarsus , @fjaorhamr , @vydmak + anyone else who's interested!

[matthewjamesauthor-blog]

7am #Easter egg hunt. 12:30 church. 2:30 Easter get together with the best family ever. 7:00 Easter get together with the other part of the best #family ever. #DarkRelic and #AGoodBMpodcast work from 9:30 until 11:30... Busy day. Great times. Would never change a thing. #tired

[literare]

for @darkrelic, xaden riorson. starter call.

never dressed up like this before. never had a reason to either however, the healer quadrant didn't exactly have any festivities like this party. but then again, probably doesn't have too many opportunities left to participate. either dead or graduating from basgiath. so, she got dressed and prettied up a little. hair in soft waves across shoulders, and imogen convinced her to put on some red tint on lips and mascara around eyes. still keeping to shoes without any significant heel tho, pretty sure she'd topple over in high heels within taking two steps. leaving her room and walking down the steps towards the courtyard, and perhaps she is a little nervous. more comfortable in leathers she figures in a matter of moments of leaving her room, even if imogen said everyone got dressed for this. gaze lift from the ground and letting go of the dress when feet leave the stairs, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips when noticing him. " so leathers were an option then ? "

[after9gaming]

Official Sea of Thieves Content Update: Dark Relics #seaofthieves #darkrelic The latest monthly Sea of Thieves content update is here! In Dark Relics, undertake Voyages to retrieve stolen artifacts from the skeletal hordes - discovering new feature additions and improvements along the way.

[rottedfigs]

WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU? / VIOLET SORRENGAIL.

LOVE AS A FORCE OF NATURE.

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

tagged by: @darkrelic <3 tagging: you !!!!

[matthewjamesauthor-blog]

Seriously?! It's not even noon and I'm already toast lol. #DarkRelic is kicking my ass. Love the story but it's the most brain work I've put into a book by far. #comingsoon summer 2017. #newbook #thriller #novel #amazon #kindle #bestseller #ebook #book #goodreads

[literare]

for @darkrelic, xaden riorson.

one moment, his name was called as one of those who died. the daily death toll, not uncommon for friends to be on it. people she knew. but then his name is spoken : and it feels like something shift, cracks inside. and the next moment, he's there. alive, breathing, looking a little worse for wear perhaps. but he isn't dead like the rumors said. ever since, it felt like she couldn't quite breath right. like a lump was lodged in her throat. like all the chaos that happened around them earlier, briefly took home in her body. at least until she see him again. until they're away in some deserted hallway where everything is quiet and everything is just him. dark gaze drift across him, a whirlwind of emotions she isn't quite sure how to decipher and she isn't quite sure which one to grab on to. the anger or the brief grief. the relief or the confusion. it's all there, warring for her attention. sharp inhale and hands push against his chest, eyes narrowing up at him.

" i thought you died. " an accusation he might not deserve, but it jumps out never the less. landing on the anger. and maybe most of it isn't directed at him, but he's the one here. her own dad had died out there, doing god knows what. and all they got was a notification. he was assumed dead, and all they got was his name called out earlier. blinking rappidly when he becomes a little blurry, small shake of her head. hates that. a angry cries. not a shouter. or a puncher. no, usually tears follow and she hates it. " what the hell happened ? "

[literare]

for @darkrelic, xaden riorson. starter call.

can't say she understand the companionship everyone feels with one another. not with their year, section or wing. and not with the marked ones either. knows she should. they have the same stories, but she learned to now trust others, to expect the worst. and it had served her well until now, not quite seeing a reason to change it. roomed up with imogen her first year and the two got along after a while, and asker . . . isn't sure where she has him at all. he is nice. and he cares, but she doesn't understand why. what she did to earn it, why he cares. so maybe she keep pushing him away, not entirely sure what to do with the feeling of, well. being taken care of. looked after. even if she doesn't quite let him close enough to do more than check up at times. and now, after both bonded dragons, it doesn't feel fair that they were mated. that somehow, she is tethered to this one person she wants to escape. can't run away from it, so she does the next best thing and sneak out to go down by the lake, get some distance from it all. back against the trunk of tree and legs pulled up to her chest, gaze settled upon the water infront of herself, finding some peace in it.

[literare]

for @darkrelic,

" i said i was sorry ! "

[literare]

from @darkrelic, xaden riorson : that never should have happened.

they were forced to go here, forced to join the riders quadrant when old enough. and she knew it was risky. she knew people died here. secretly, she think they hope all the marked ones died before being able to ever claim a dragon. but liam was good. he was great and it's not something she thought, just because he was her brother. he was supposed to greet her when she crossed the parapet, but there was no familiar eyes or blonde locks. there was no hug from the person she loved more than anything. no, she was alone now. no family left in the world. instead, she was faced with the fact that he was dead. he had been, for a while. lips press together to stop bottom lip from quivering, and while she had silently cried every night, thinking the tears had all dried up, they still threaten to spill right now. sucking in a deep, shaky breath and arms wrap around the small of her waist, slight shake of her head. no shit it should never have happened. he still should have been right here.