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Las dos sendas: Julio Romero de Torres

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Can someone explain to me why I'm turning full on nocturnal the moment sun starts to set before 7pm or is that like normal

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Found Me

All nine parts of Open Air, Helpess, and Firecracker combined into one post. Vorys belongs to @sneakygreenbean and Critter is @twilit-critter

Open Air

Vorys Seduri ; Open Air

Days sometimes dragged together. Washing the same dishes daily, in the same place, with the same people. Sometimes, though, things would change. Sometimes, Vorys would be visited in the middle of work by someone who brought everything to a screeching halt by her unexpected presence.

Today was one of those days.

When she arrived, he could tell. Not even hearing her, or seeing the high ordinators that always surrounded her when she left the temple. It was how people stopped whispering to each other. Stopped gossiping. Ze often ignored the whispers about them. There were a lot about hir relationship with the woman that was coming ever closer.

Then she came into view. She was speaking to others who passed, her voice like morning birdsong. Vorys couldn��t keep himself from looking, now. He could ignore the fact that she was coming closer until he could see her. Then he’d stare. His heart would flutter. She was smiling at a child, running up despite her father trying to keep a hold of her. A young mer, probably only a few decades old.

Vorys’ hands kept moving, but his eyes watched. Watched as the little girl offered Lady Ayem a frozen treat she had. It could easily be broken in half, but not for one as small as the girl. An ordinator to the right of the living goddess knelt down, offered to help. The little girl looked afraid for a moment, staring up at the mask. But, she ultimately gave the guard the treat to help break it. Half was handed back, the other to Almalexia.

With a sweet voice, she thanked the girl. Her father came up quickly, picking her up and apologizing- only for the goddess to laugh. She can’t fault children, they’re adorably innocent and don’t always understand decorum. She winked to the little one as her father turned away, taking a bite from the frozen treat.

Then, her attentions turned to Vorys, with an even greater smile. Closer, straight into the kitchen, to take his hand with hers and offer a bite of the treat. He flushed as he took one- part of his mind latched onto the fact that she had moments before taken one as well. And it wasn’t as if there was another part of this you could bite. No, his mouth had to go where hers had just been.

She waved her Ordinators to back up, to allow even a little space. They never went far. She smiled again, pressing a kiss to the corners of Vorys’ mouth. One left, one right.

“You’re taking tomorrow off,” She stated as an order, as a goddess. Then her tone shifted, an excited partner. A side of her she’s hidden for so very long, “There’s a gala coming soon, Vivec and Sil are bringing their partners. You need to visit with my tailors.”

It was a lot of information to take in at once. And it wouldn’t take just one day to-

“Actually, you may as well take a week off. We have a lot to do to get you ready.”

All Vorys could really do was laugh and roll his eyes. She was adorable when she acted like this. Sure, he loved the goddess, but this was a side of the goddess. One only he got to see. The part of her that is, still, mortal. That reminds him that she was once mortal.

She kissed him again, pulling his mind to focus. He’d be attending a gala as the Lady Almalexia’s partner. Her beau, as the Bretons would say. He couldn’t help the blush that crept up his face, which only made her laugh. She gently pressed, a small nudge and smile.

“I… Guess it’s a date.”

Critter ; Open Air

The Creature was in the garden. Kneeling, knees up close to its chest. It stared at a group of pebbles, small and insignificant to most others. And yet the Creature was enthralled by them. It moved one arm down, carefully pushing one over. It fell, revealing a streak of red.

Its eyes narrowed as it ran a clawed finger over the streak. Red, like its eyes. But this garden was made long before it had ever met Sil. Long before it ever came to this universe. It looked to another pebble, pushing it over.

It was more uniform. A tiny flicker of a smile crossed its face, as it thought of how odd that was. Describing a pebble as uniform. Only in the Clockwork City.

It sighed. It let itself lower down, letting its knees touch the ground before sitting completely. It picked up a handful of the pebbles with one pair of its hands. The other pair started picking through so it could look at each one. It didn't even know what it was looking for. Perhaps this was just something to do while Sil was busy. Perhaps it wanted to see how many had sudden streaks of color.

It was hard to startle the Creature. The Clockwork King never even tried to. He approached softly, stepped carefully and breathing the flowery scent of the garden. Holographic visions of his smiling sister appeared. He felt the right corner of his mouth flicker up into a smile. Nall would have loved the Creature.

"Moon," Seht called softly, pulling the red eyes towards him. The Creature spoke not, only staring. Slowly standing. "There is a formal event I am required to attend. A gala for the tribunal temple. I…"

His words wandered. His mind with them. The Creature's tail swished. The clothes it wore, there was nothing like it. Perhaps…

Perhaps he could find a tailor. Maybe visit his sister's city. Perhaps his brother-sister. Though he was sure there had to be tailors in his own, perhaps one of sufficient talent in the Brass Fortress. But would the Creature even like the feeling?

His eyes registered what the Creature was doing. Looking at stones. Pebbles. Hm, that was odd. Perhaps the Creature found it interesting that Sil had handcrafted each one. He had, hadn't he? Oh, suddenly he couldn't quite remember. Though he did recall creating some with a bit of extra color striking through. He remembered how much Nall had loved seeing stones with extra color.

"Sil?" The Creature's voice was raspy this time. It pulled his mind back from its wandering. Seht smiled a bit. More than usual, but still not very large.

"I would appreciate it if you accompanied me. Vivec and Almalexia will be having their partners. However, given that it has always been a very public event, I would understand if you'd rather not attend."

The Creature made a soft chittering noise from deep in its throat. It was thinking, mulling over the thought. It closed its eyes, the clothes on its body shifting, morphing in an amorphous blob Sil had no words to describe. Vivec would have found the words, he mused in the back of his mind.

"Will we wear matching clothes?"

The question caught the Clockwork King off guard. "If you wish to, I suppose we can."

Hannabi Sendas ; Open Air

Sometimes Hannabi really hated working for a Hlaalu. And not just as a House thing, sure she was Redoran, but that could be bearable if the man wasn't so stingy. She sighed deeply, devolving into a barely hidden groan as a customer approached to order some of the food.

Her face was starting to hurt from the fake smiles. But smile she did. It was an ordinator, carrying his helmet under his arm. One who came in quite often for his lunch, one her Hlaalu boss said eats for free. He wasn't getting food today, though. At least not yet. He asked if she had been given her break yet.

She had not.

The ordinator frowned. He put his helmet on, looking to the odd Telvanni scrying orb the boss had gotten. "Lord Vivec has an important discussion to be had with Lady Sendas. She will return only when the discussion is finished."

With that, the Ordinator nodded to Hannabi. She moved quickly, pulling the apron and gloves off to follow him to the Temple. Or… not? He instead led her to the little dining room in the building, where Vivec was waiting with another ordinator.

They had already had their lunch rush, so there were only a few people around. It seemed one had just spoken to the warrior-poet, returning to his seat with a quiet and respectful greeting to Hannabi. She sat across from Vivec.

His smile always made her heart flutter. His hands reached, taking hers. He kissed her hands, each of her knuckles. He noticed a tiny scratch and a barely-there bruise that hadn't been there that morning. The cleaning tools were always scratchy. And she kept bumping her hand into things.

He laughed. Her heart soared at the sound. He gently kissed the injuries, then looked to her with a mirror of the adoring look she was giving him.

“My dove, we will soon be attending a religious gala in Mournhold. You will have to take time off to get fitted for the dresses."

She blinked. A gala would be formal… she hadn't been somewhere formal in years. Decades. Not since her mother had dragged her and her brother to a Redoran event in an attempt to get them betrothed to bolster the Sendas family. Her mother was always so absorbed in rank.

And yet, there was excitement. A part of her always loved seeing the pretty dresses other women would wear. She loved all the fabrics and styles and patterns. Vivec could see it, how her eyes sparkled at the idea of getting to wear a dress her family could never afford.

Vivec hummed happily, pulling his hands away. Hannabi followed him as he stood, magic shimmering over her body. His own magic, illusions for his own mind. She couldn't see the outfits he was testing upon her. She couldn't see the myriads of colors he was testing upon her flesh. He wanted to bring out the vibrancy of her purple eyes.

"Mmh." He said after a long moment. "We'll summon tailors to attend your dress."

Helpless

Vorys Seduri ; Helpless

Ayem had taken Vorys by the hands the moment he entered the room. It was massive, extravagant tapestries draped all over the walls. The curtains were pulled, only one window remained open. A stained glass one, depicting the goddess herself. It cast the room in pale gold. The others were blocked by extremely heavy red curtains.

Vorys’ eyes wandered, looking around as Almalexia pulled him along. He took in the tapestries of the Three. The unfinished one still in the loom. His eyes lingered there, a flush creeping up his features. Was that…? It looked like him.

There was a third person in the room. Another dunmer, with her black hair in several braids. She smiled so warmly, offering a hand to help Vorys step onto the small platform surrounded by mirrors. He tried to keep himself from looking at them- he didn’t really want to look directly at himself. Not when he was in his work clothes, with Almalexia in her fine clothes right there. He saw a shimmer in the mirror.

Ayem now stood in a silk and satin dress. Indoril blue, with gold accents. Long, hugging her so tightly. It pushed her chest up, drawing her love’s eyes right to them. Then they moved, continuing down to take in all the sheer fabric that draped around her hips and shoulders. A piece between her arms-

The other dunmer cleared her throat. She held a tape measure now, gesturing to Vorys’ clothes. She smiled a bit. “Apologies, serjo. I’ll need you to take off your clothes so I can get a proper measurement. You can keep the underclothes, but…”

Vorys nodded. Almalexia stepped up to the pedestal, helping him get the clothes off. He couldn’t keep his face from heating up at how close she stood. The feeling of her hands on his back, pushing the cloth off… Then she stepped down again, giving a little twirl when she saw his eyes still locked on her. Letting him see how gorgeous she felt in the dress.

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It was hours in that room. Hours of feeling different fabrics, seeing different colors laid over his shoulders. Hearing Ayem and the seamstress discussing patterns and cuts. They seemed to have an idea. An illusion was cast over his body, a false image of a robe. Loose, a few shades off from Telvanni brown. His head tilted, watching as Ayem and the seamstress took bunches of fabric, pinning it up like it wasn’t an illusion.

Ayem traced her finger in a shape over his chest. The illusory fabric vanished, leaving and open space. Another piece was draped over his shoulder, crossing over it. The goddess smiled. Yes, this would do nicely. She looked excited, suddenly jumping onto the platform to kiss Vorys.

The feeling made his heart skip a beat. The seamstress turned away, ignoring the display. Ignoring how Mother Morrowind held her love’s jaw with one hand, pulling him into another peck. She was so happy. So excited by all these ideas. Vorys couldn’t help mirroring her smile. The excitement was bubbling up in his chest.

The seamstress left, gathering up fabric. Ayem threw a glowing orb towards her- she caught it before closing the door, leaving the two alone. The illusory robe was gone, leaving him only in underclothes… Which she didn’t mind as much as he did. She hummed, laughing softly, when he started clothing himself again.

Critter ; Helpless

The Creature decided it would just shift its body to mimic clothing. Instead, it sat and watched as Sil was fitted and had loose fabric pinned all over. It looked like a mess. Honestly, the Creature couldn’t even tell what the tailor was trying to achieve. That was a lot of fabric.

But then… It still looked good, if it had to say. Maybe it was just because it was Sil. But the fabrics still confused it. Well… They had to know what they were doing. Right? Honestly, it would be fine if Sil just wore the same robe he always did.

But, Sil had told him, this was expected. He must do as his people expect of him. A formal robe he would wear only once. It didn’t really make much sense to the Creature. But then again, the Creature could wear anything it wanted. Technically speaking, that is. It never actually wore anything, only shifting its body. And that’s what it would do, after seeing what was made for Sil.

It would shift to match. Not exactly, but something nice. Something similar. They would compliment each other, even if it wasn’t seen by many. It would be happy knowing that they did. It watched, watched as many fabrics were lain over Sil’s shoulders and hips, sliced and cut and styled. It didn’t make any sense.

But, eventually, Sil was released. The fabrics still made no sense! But the tailor said he had what was needed. With a bow, the tailor gathered up his fabrics and started working. Sil gently took one of the Creature’s hands, leading it out of the workshop.

The artificial sun was high. It was about… Noon, probably. A pair of children raced past, playing tag. Born in the city. It made Sil smile, even as the Creature moved behind him, resting its head on top his crown like it was made for such a thing. Hm- maybe Sil should add a little indent for its comfort.

“You like seeing children in the city?” The Creature’s eyes watched the children play. Watched as they ran between the legs of factotums. Seht sighed deeply. Heavily.

“I enjoy seeing my city being as any other. Children are an essential part of any city. Seeing them at play means they feel safe and comfortable. It’s a glowing review, even if they don’t know it.”

The Creature snorted back a laugh. Of course Sil would feel that way. It should have known. It looked down. It blinked.

“So… The tailor knows what to do with all that?” Sil nodded in response. He conjured up a small image.

Only visible to himself and the Creature, Sil showed him the tailor’s plans. It would be a robe of sorts. Sort of a jacket. It would be white, reaching down to his shins. The fabric would be a bit loose, with a pattern of blue cubes around the shoulders and wrists. The Creature nodded a bit… Took a step back.

Sil turned to watch. Watch as the Creature started shifting, trying to mimic what the illusory image showed. Sil couldn’t help the laugh when he saw the Creature in exactly the same, just with red cubes. The sound was rare. It made the Creature smile.

“Maybe you shouldn’t match me exactly. Here, let me…”

Sil’s illusion became the Creature. It watched with fascination as Sil worked with it, making small changes. Moons instead of cubes. The pattern of moon phases wrapping around its wrists. Draping fabric resting atop its tail. Hm. Yes, it supposed that could do.

Hannabi Sendas ; Two

It didn’t take long for them to settle on a style of dress. Not even really a dress, more like a skirt and top. Simple but elegant, with her midriff exposed to accent Vivec's own attire he’d be wearing. The tailor worked silently, pinning the fabric of the skirt in place while the warrior-poet floated ahead, watching and helping with how it looked.

The skirt was long, made of black silk. It would have a long cut, revealing almost all of her left leg. There’d be a Redoran-shade sash around her hips, holding the skirt in place and offering the pop of color that was to be expected of a House dunmer. However, there would also be a more subtle declaration of faction. A soft purple-ish blue trim wrapping around the fabric that would drape over her chest. Under, she’d wear something to ensure wind wouldn’t cause a wardrobe malfunction. But still, she’d wear little.

And, by the look Vivec was giving her, he would love it. Love seeing her in such loose clothes, free to dance as she wanted. And perhaps, he’d adore seeing the way other mer looked at her. How the races of man would look upon the young dunmer lady.

All the while, as the tailor worked and Vivec assisted, Hannabi’s mind wandered. Wandered to the gala. To what her mother would possibly say about it. How her grandfather, the one on her mother’s side, would insist she wear the tiny circlet he’d helped his daughter pay to have made. This was a House dunmer event, after all. She should have nothing to betray she was part Ashlander.

The thought brought a sigh. Louder than she intended. Both men paused. Vivec the first to speak.

“Dove, is everything okay?”

She blinked… Then nodded. It wasn’t a secret who her grandmother was. It was no secret, not in this city. She carried Ahemmusa blood, as well as Redoran. She gave one of their small, barely visible signals. A sign she would tell him later, and that it was about her blood. Vivec nodded, turning attention back to the tailor… And dismissed him, sending off to get to sewing the fabric together.

The tailor bowed, gathering up the fabric and pins, and departed. Off to his workspace, his store down in St Olms canton. Vivec allowed Hannabi sit, in the plush bed they’d often share. His hands moved over her body, now bare to him. Gentle touches, sweet massages of the muscles he knew would be sore after even a partial work day.

She didn’t even need to say it. He knew. He was learning her mind, learning of the challenges she faced. So she didn’t need to say it. Instead, he produced a new circlet. Similar to the one her mother had made, but the elytra of the beetle was made from tiny, glittering scales. It would be eye-catching. But, more importantly, it was another subtle way of showing she was proud of both bloodlines that connected within her. No matter what her mother said.

And, that he was proud to declare the granddaughter of an Ashlander as his beloved.

Firecracker

Vorys Seduri ; Firecracker

The gala was hosted in Mournhold. It was outside, under a mystical tapestry that kept bugs away. Almalexia didn’t let any Telvanni even try to help. The night was young, the sun just barely set over the horizon. People would be arriving soon. The others of the triune. Almalexia let herself hold Vorys’ arm, smiling so wide and warm as she walked with him. Speaking with nobles of all houses, introducing him to them. So many greeted him with great smiles.

The Master of Ceremonies spoke up suddenly. Loudly- his voice even louder than natural due to a clockwork device around his shoulders. He announced Lord Vivec. Accompanied by a Redoran woman, of a family Vorys hadn’t heard of. The Sendas family. They must have been small.

Almalexia suddenly pulled him towards the warrior-poet. They met in the middle, next to a flowerbed of vibrant hues. Vorys was quiet, smiling and nodding a greeting to the woman beside Vivec. Hannabi. Their loves spoke for a while, before attention was turned to others.

Eventually, they started talking to each other. Softly, smalltalk. The Master of Ceremonies spoke up again. It was an hour since Vivec had arrived.

“With great pride, I announce the arrival of Lord Sotha Sil. Accompanying our Clockwork God is…” The man’s voice trailed off. There were whispers. Harsh things. Everyone, including Vorys, turned to look. What… What was that thing? A daedra?

It was Sil who spoke next, gently taking the device from around the Master’s neck.

“Accompanied by the Herald of the Void.”

… What?

Sotha Sil and the creature moved directly to join the others of the Triune. And their partners. Vorys looked to the Sacred Lady, searching her body language for instruction. She was open, greeting Seht with a great smile. Vivec, the same, though his smile was more subdued.

Then introductions. Vivec and Ayem had given each other the introductions of their partners. Now it was time for Sotha Sil’s… Creature. It was Ayem who spoke first. She put her hands upon Vorys’ torso, over his ribs. The touch startled him at first.

“This,” she said, “is my darling Vorys Seduri. Vorys, darling, I’m sure you know Sil.”

He nodded. It felt so… He wasn’t sure. Disrespectful? Blasphemous? To look upon two of the Triune and not bow his head. But Almalexia had assured him it would be okay.

Sil greeted with a small smile of his own, introduced his partner. The Creature. Critter, if those speaking to it were inclined.

The gala went on well into the night. Music wasn’t always slow dances, sometimes it was upbeat celebratory music. Vorys swore he even saw a few of the ordinators doing tiny dances along with the music. None would ever admit it though. The moons were high, there was a small bit of fog rolling in. All in all, it was a wonderful night. Even if Vorys would be exhausted the next morning.

Then, the music shifted. It was quiet for a moment, as the players got on the same page of what to play. Vivec had whispered something to Hannabi, and she had moved to speak with them. They seemed happy to oblige with whatever she’d said.

The music was gentle. Grand. Everyone, even Vorys, knew what the intentions were. Others moved away, children scooped up by parents. Vorys found himself suddenly in front of everyone, with Almalexia before him. Vivec wanted the tribunal to be seen dancing with their loves.

Vorys didn’t pay attention to the fact that Sotha Sil and Critter didn’t join them. His focus was on Ayem. On her smile and laugh as they danced. On the movements, the ones she taught him through the week. An old Chimer dance, one she hadn’t done in centuries.

Not since Nerevar was her husband.

It started with a bow. He bowed to her, she took his hands. He tried not to step on her toes. Or trip on his own feet. He did, a few times. It only made her laugh. She didn’t seem to mind it, despite how harshly she craved perfection. He heard a few whispers. Saw a few people leaning to speak with each other. He couldn’t be sure if it was because of him or Hannabi.

The music came to a close. Almalexia took him close, as she’d helped him practice. The end of the dance was a swapping of roles, letting the other lead. Letting Mother Morrowind lead him in a few more steps, then the flourish she would end with. She hadn’t practiced that with him, she’d wanted it to be a surpr-

She kissed him.

His mind skipped, as if a moment was plucked from his thoughts. She kissed him. Almalexia kissed him! His heart felt light. The whispers around him didn’t matter. All that mattered really was the fact that she chose that to be the flourish to end their dance.

He returned the kiss.

Critter ; Firecracker

Truth be told, the Creature was incredibly nervous. Stepping out of the Clockwork City at Sotha Sil’s side, everything should have been okay. It shouldn’t have been so nervous. Perhaps it was because this was a gala. It had never been to a gala before. It was excited!

Sotha Sil led it out, explaining that there would, at some point in the night, be expectation for the Triune to dance with their partners. He did not expect that of Critter. If Critter did not want to, they didn’t have to. Least of all, in front of everyone. It would be a spectacle, surely… To be honest, Seht added with the tiniest hint of mirth, he wasn’t even sure what they’d dance. Almalexia and Vivec had surely planned theirs.

The Creature chuckled. It reached over, took one of Sil’s hands in one of its four. Sil smiled again. It was so nice to see him smiling so often. It loved the sight. As much as it loved him. The moons hung in the sky when they exited the cave. Seht’s power pushed the waterfall away, mostly to keep the Creature from getting bogged down with soaking wet fur.

There was already a great crowd when they arrived.

A man was announcing people, wearing a clockwork device around his neck. It amplified his voice as he spoke. Already loud, but now even louder. Before them, he announced someone from House Indoril, a couple and their young child.

“With great pride, I announce the arrival of Lord Sotha Sil. Accompanying our Clockwork God is…” The man’s brows furrowed, staring at the Creature.

Sil whispered to the Creature, said that no one would know what to call it. The Creature thought for a moment, then whispered back. Sil chuckled, then spoke up, carefully borrowing the man’s device.

“Accompanied by the Herald of the Void.”

Whispers rippled among the crowd as it walked down the stairs with Sotha Sil. Everyone was greeting the others of the Three in One, approaching the platform they stood upon with their two partners. Sotha Sil led the Creature to join them.

Vivec was accompanied by a woman, Almalexia by a man. The Creature’s eyes looked down, seeing more devices. On the man’s feet. Huh.

Sotha Sil was introducing it. Critter, if they were inclined to call it. He made a point of specifying that, not he, not she, not they. It.

The Tribunal turned to their discussions. Greeting those who still arrived. The Creature offered a nervous smile to the two dunmer. The man looked more nervous than the woman. The woman- Hannabi, Vivec’s partner- smiled warmly. Something about it felt practiced. She was probably taught more about being the partner of a god, it surmised.

She spoke so warmly. So friendly. It felt nice, even if it sounded practiced. But she couldn’t fake the fact that she wasn’t afraid. The Creature slowly relaxed, speaking with the two of them.

Eventually, it sat upon a crate. It went and dragged a crate over specifically to sit on it. Sil came over, leaned upon the very same crate. It didn’t need to look at him to know how exhausted he was. How tiring this was on his mind, to keep up these appearances.

But, both watched as Hannabi went to speak with the ones playing music. Sil hummed.

“Vivec has sent her to get the Triune’s dance started… Are you up to it?”

The Creature stared. Watched as the people moved, watched as Vivec met Hannabi at the bottom of the stairs, as Almalexia pulled Vorys to the same place. It hummed in thought.

“Can we do it here?”

It could hear Sil sigh in relief. It could tell he didn’t want to be in front of people as much. It jumped down. They didn’t know what to dance. They hadn’t planned it. It looked like Almalexia and Vorys had practiced. It wasn’t so sure about Vivec and Hannabi. It was hard to tell.

Sotha Sil offered his hand. The Creature took it. It felt its body pulled closer, gently pressed against the Mainspring’s body. It felt… Light. As Sil moved with it. Gentle motions, a dance it had never seen before. Or maybe it had, and it just didn’t remember from where. But it was sure Sil had never seen it.

But they were together. Up in their own private corner, even if it was still visible to those who looked. They danced, moved with the music. The Creature let Sil lead, not sure if it knew the steps. It enjoyed the feeling.

The music was ending. Sil’s face was so close to its.

Sil flushed.

It kissed him.

Hannabi Sendas ; Firecracker

Hannabi was eager. They’d taken the ship at sundown. There were Armigers aboard, including her father. The man stood beside Vivec, tiniest of blushes on his cheeks as the Warrior-Poet praised how Hannabi looked. How proud Vivec supposed he was of his daughter, being such an exquisite young dunmer woman.

The ship ride was calm. It was easy. Coming into port, they had a few hours to kill before the gala started. Hannabi couldn’t even remember what they did. She was too excited for the gala.

It was outside, under beautiful stars and sparkling lightstrings. Hannabi walked at Vivec’s side. Tonight, at least as she approached the gala, she was Redoran. Once inside, once on the platform with the others of the Three, she could be Ashlander. She could be just Hannabi. But, until then, she walked at his side, her hand in his.

Almalexia was already there, glowing brightly. She could see her across the piazza. It was harder to see the dunmer beside her. Only just because the goddess shone so bright.

“With great pleasure, I announce the arrival of our Lord Vivec, accompanied tonight by Lady Hannabi Sendas of House Redoran.”

Her eyes glanced back. Her father was joining them, accompanied by another Armiger. At Vivec’s request, of course. She offered her father a reassuring smile. One he returned, then gestured with his chin for her to focus on her partner. He would be fine.

Vivec was eager to introduce her to Lady Almalexia. Even accompanying a god, even being his beloved, Hannabi bowed when introduced to the goddess. She was respectful in all things.

Vorys. Vorys was the man that accompanied Ayem. They spoke long, an hour at least, before the Master of Celebration spoke again. Sotha Sil had arrived, accompanied by…?

Hannabi looked when the man’s voice trailed off. So did Vorys. Huh. What was that thing? Not a daedra, she could tell that. But then, Sotha Sil had always had odd friends. At least, that’s what Vivec said. Perhaps it was a daedra.

“Accompanied by the Herald of the Void.”

Oh. That was definitely not a daedra.

The Creature- Critter as Sotha Sil introduced it- seemed friendly enough. Hannabi didn’t mean for her customer service smile to happen, she meant for it to be genuine and friendly. But it seemed okay. They talked, they laughed, they joked.

It was a while before Vivec appeared at her side, a kiss to her jaw and hands adjusting the circlet on her head. He whispered to her. Kissed her ear. She hummed happily, moving down the massive staircase to go speak with the band. The Tribunal were to dance with their partners. Vivec had explained that to her days ago. Even helped her practice a blend of Ahemmusa dance she remembered learning from her Grandmother.

The band seemed excited. The music started slow, soft. Vivec joined her, hands reaching to take hers. She saw Almalexia and Vorys behind him. Seht hadn’t joined. Perhaps he needed a moment to rest. Vivec’s hands pulled Hannabi to their own part of the stones, giving both pairs ample room for their dances.

Almalexia and Vorys performed an old Chimeri dance. Sotha Sil and Critter, Hannabi wasn’t so sure. But, she and Vivec, she focused on, would enjoy themselves. They’d planned and blended together a formal House Dunmer dance with her grandmother’s tribe. Perfect for the loose skirt she wore, it would flare.

It was fun. It was dizzying. It was exhausting. As the music ended, Hannabi all but fell against Vivec. She felt his laugh vibrate through her body. She was so dizzy, all that spinning the Ahemmusa dance required. She hummed softly, enjoying the feeling of his hands resting upon her hips. Just above the fabric of her skirt. She ignored the sound of all the others, the sights she sometimes caught glimpses of.

All that mattered was Vivec. The way his hands held her, how his lips kissed her ear. How he whispered sweet words of praise and love.

Her body moved suddenly. Her lord decided to give a little more of a flare to their final act, spinning her around one more time. Catching her as she fell, with a bright grin looking down at her.

And a kiss.

[oofuri2003]

abe moment i find insanely relatable: during that one game when mihashi comes back to the dugout nervous and upset about something and abe just yells “YOU’RE IRRITATING” right in his face and then mentally goes. ah. oops. i was so relieved I just yelled the first thought in my brain right at him. my bad <3 and tries to act normal even tho he just did that

[mensagemcompoesia]

Desencanto e redescoberta

Desencanto e redescoberta Me abandonou para ficar com outra Na ilusão de que tudo seria mais fácil Mas a realidade se mostrou outra Para você, ela é mais uma a ser descartada. Imaginar que tudo poderia ser diferente É perder o meu tempo Como é perda de tempo tentar te convencer Tudo segue sendo ilusão. Desse jeito, não terei vida Se terei que responder pelos seus atos Por suas decisões…

[segurpricat]

Operación de la Policia Nacional #Contralatratadesereshumanos #guarani...

[caostalgia]

28/082023.

Hoy te dejo ir.

En el horizonte del tiempo, ha llegado el instante en que nuestras sendas se han separado irrevocablemente. Como un ave en vuelo, ha debido concederte la libertad de volar alto.

Juntos hemos abrazado la plenitud de la alegría y la melancolía. Hemos compartido tanto las glorias como las derrotas, y por todo ello, mi corazón se colma de gratitud hacia tu ser.

Me acostumbraré a estar sin vos, a ya no pensarte, a ya no buscarte, a ya no sentirte. Pero no me iré sin antes expresar mi agradecimiento, por lo bueno y lo malo. Y al fin entender que fuiste una etapa, fuiste el amor de una parte de mi vida, tal vez así tenía que terminar. Pero como él pasado fue presente, sí fuiste el amor de mi vida.

Éramos dos almas fragmentadas, entrelazando los pedazos de nuestros corazones, quebrantados en un ballet de vulnerabilidad.

Que despedida más triste despedirse, de vos que volviste a abrir mis alas, que tomaste mis miedos por la cintura, y me hiciste volver a entregarme a vos, como quien no le teme a la muerte, como quien besa al infierno.

Dónde quiere que te encontrés, anhelo fervientemente que la vida te sonría en cada paso. Permitime expresar con la mayor intensidad que te quise más allá de las palabras. Incluso a veces, no sabía cómo usarlas para expresar todo mi sentir, pues se quedaban cortas a la magnitud del sentimiento. Amor que brotaba por todo mi ser.

Deseo que en el rincón donde el destino te lleve, encontrés prosperidad y dicha en cada amanecer. Mis más profundos deseos te acompañan siempre, allá donde el universo te guíe, porque siempre, eternamente, permanecerás en un rincón de mi corazón.

Una parte de vos estará siempre en mí, y estoy agradecida por eso.

Y si pudiera desear algo, sería que supieras que eso sigo pensando.

Beschadyeska

[samonroegf]

calling james kelly dad, dead dove do not eat, smut. ᝰ masterlist

his cock is piledriving you, james kelly is fucking you dumb. a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, your face pushed into the pillows. one hand secured to your hip, helping him keep a steady pace.

“you still with me?” his voice is almost mocking, making fun of you for losing all your words and thoughts. such a smart girl, usually but now you can't even mumble coherently.

a smack to your ass brings you back to life, like your spirit has been pushed back into your body, “said are you still with me? do i need to stop? thought you could take it,” he tsks, he's definitely making fun of you.

“m here, please don’ stop dad, need to come, please.” you're whining and your words don't feel like yours. tears spilling over at the immense pleasure you're feeling.

his hips slow down, needing you to be somewhat there. “you jus call me dad?” his tone is in shock, like it went straight to his dick.

you're embarrassed, flabbergasted. that kind of thing you try so hard to usually hide, just slipped out from his touch.

“sorry,” you mumble, barely being able to hear of the sound of slapping skin.

“say it again, baby, come on my good girl. i need to hear it again.” he retreats to his fast pace and you're screaming into the pillows.

“mm, dad, make me feel so good, nobody makes me feel like you do. love taking daddy’s cock, wan’ you to fill me up.” that's all it takes and he's putting out his cigarette.

both of his hands on your hips, fucking you hard and deep. harsh fingers rub quick on your clit, “fuck!” he's groaning, his teeth now digging into your shoulder, which senda you over the edge. creaming on his cock, he's right behind you.

forces himself not to get lost, so he can watch his cum slide down your thighs, using his cock to push it back in, “wouldn’t wanna waste any of this, huh, princess?”

[konigsblog]

mooooore of kidnapper konig lying abt his age!! he’s just obsessed and loves her so much 💔

at your order, anon !! plenty of sickening and disturbing thots™️ plaguing my mind with this concept. :( 🩸

CW: DARK CONTENT. KIDNAPPING, NON-CON/RAPE, AGE DIFFERENCE/GAP, MANIPULATION, VIRGINITY LOSS. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

a continuation of fifty-year-old könig who lies about his age to get with a younger woman. 🖥️

it was too easy for the depraved man. you're naive, and your vulnerability is almost laughable. it's as if you haven't learned a thing about internet safety when you decide to meet up with an older man, believing he's in his mid-twenties. 

he's a depraved bastard, a complete loser who hasn't had pussy in nearly a decade due to his disturbing, uncomfortable, manipulative behaviour. the yearn to ruin your body and life intensifying each day.

könig senda you a location—the place he plans to take what is rightfully his. it's a discreet and quiet area, far from civilization. you send könig multiple text messages asking if he gave you the right address, anxious as you take a good look at your surroundings, all alone, or so you think.

too distracted while waiting for a response from the man you'd been talking to and falling for, you didn't pay attention to the sounds of the leaves crunching beneath hard military-issued boots, thumping footsteps becoming louder and louder. your eyes widen, realising it is far too late to react and run. you wail out through horror, attempting to free yourself—a fruitless attempt at prying könig's filthy hands from your body—before you're knocked unconscious by his gloved face.

your vision is hazy and blurry, and you can't see anything as you're awoken. you babble through confusion, realising your sounds are hushed by a ballgag and you're unable to move, the gag stifling your sounds of agony, discomfort, and betrayal. your limbs are tied with thick rope, keeping you from squirming away from his sick and twisted attempt at ‘love’. 

you tremble and thrash, hyperventilating and sobbing out, the feeling of könig rutting against your swollen, slick folds leaving you petrified and unable to comprehend what's happening. you'd told him during your conversations that you were a virgin and that you wanted to lose it to him. the news left könig bubbling with excitement and anticipation, the thought of being your first leaving his fat, meaty cock hard. you were beginning egretting your promise to allow him to take you, his frustration visible at the sounds of your pain, ache, and refusal to be quiet.

könig leans himself down onto you, his heavy bodyweight against your weak body leaving you unable to move and unable to catch your breath. you shake and whine out, wailing pathetically with each drag and thrust, the agonising sensation between your soft, bloodied thighs. he's merciless and violent—nothing like the soft, kind-hearted man he portrayed himself to be.

the entire time he degrades and shames you for being so stupid and ridiculous and for getting yourself into this mess. his large hand around your neck restricts your breathing as you splutter and mumble out a plea for gentleness, at the very least. you notice the wrinkles on his face and the scars along his large, burly, overweight body, looking nothing like the photos he put on his dating app profile. there's nothing you can do to free yourself from this form of hell and torture.

what are you supposed to do afterwards? the rope burns on your skin cause your skin to become sensitive; the slightest touch to the bruises and marks along your body is painful, nipping at your marked skin. your tears stain your gorgeous, pure face, squirming away from his touch when he tries to cup your jaw, the softness of your skin representing your youth, before being bruised with a hit from könig, furious at your resentment. 

you're a quiet, shaken-up, traumatised thing for könig to abuse and use for his own selfish gratification and delectation. the need and crave for power and control and to corrupt and warp a mind like yours, so pliant.

[oldsardens]

Julio Romero de Torres - Las dos sendas

[the-fiction-witch]

Quenya

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Gil-Galad's Daughter) Rating - 12 Word Count - 947

Elrond reclined comfortably against the contorted branch of his favoured tree, its branches swaying gently in the warm breeze that drifted across the broad field. The sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting dappled patterns on the parchment clutched in his hands. As he meticulously crafted a speech for high King Gil-Galad, his brow furrowed in concentration, the faint rustle of grass and distant melody of birds provided a serene backdrop for his thoughts.

He donned his familiar blue robes, the fabric flowing gracefully down to his ankles, reminiscent of a clear summer sky. His cloak, a rich deep blue that complemented his attire, was casually draped over a higher branch of the gnarled old tree beside him, its fabric gently swaying in the light breeze.

Muttering softly, Elrond considered each word carefully, searching for the perfect synonyms and evocative metaphors. He wanted to elevate the king's impenetrable image and portray him as a figure of wisdom and grace, rather than the brash and brutish persona that might emerge without Elrond's thoughtful direction.

“Ar so ni vanta bime i laire kal…” Y/n muttered,

Y/n perched gracefully on a sturdy lower branch of a sprawling tree, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting playful shadows around her. Dressed in a soft, flowing gown, the fabric shimmered like water under the sun. Her hair was elegantly tied back in intricate braids, and adorned with a gentle gold tiara that rested lightly atop her head. Clasped in her hands was a well-worn book, its pages yellowed with age, and she focused intently on the words, doing her utmost to read,

“…Ar so ni vanta bime i laire, úrin.” Elrond corrected her, “Not Kal, angel.”

“Humm…” she huffed,

“Do not pout, you are learning.” He laughed,

“I can’t seem to learn very fast,”

“And how fast do you expect to learn? Took me twenty years to gain fluency in all elven tongues you will not learn in three weeks.” He scoffed, he took a hand from his works and gently ran it through her hair, “You are doing well angel, do not punish yourself for your failures, celebrate the success.”

“I suppose so,” she nodded,

“Again, from the beginning,”

“Appanna-” she cursed under her breath,

“I heard that.” he glared down at her,

She blushed knowing she’d been caught,

“No need for vulgarity angel,” He warned,

“Sorry,”

“Contuine Angel.”

“I úrin came once tare ana pán- over i ettele, ar mornië aeg ana i cemen. An i wilya once filled as elena ilya aeg ana cemen cascading nar -esse wake, ar ilya tai polda fárea ana fight were gifted weapons -o i númen, sanda soldiers -o valanor, ar tai man could vamme n- hyarya ana either aid or sail ana safer shores. Sina ohtatimeár- raged pella enyalie some were nón- minna sina world ar even bearing witness ana mana began sina ohtatimeár-. Mal -esse times -o senda emme ilya prosper ar care- a world anew, ve ni vanta though i shimmering úrin ni cen- estel i mana na- sinya shall n- better then -yes voro was yenya,” she read,

“Very good,” He nodded, “Very good angel,”

“Umm… Do you believe so?”

“Believe what?”

“That the world will be more beautiful now Than it was before?”

“Perhaps, I am afraid the war mentioned in your book is long before my time angel,” he cooed stroking her head, “So I can’t say,”

“But do you believe it is?”

“I think, there are many in lindon and beyond who are far older than you and I, princess.” He began, “They look back at their past in a strange way, both a fondness for such a time and a hatred of it, always assuming things were better and yet worse.”

“Father always does that, says the world was far harsher when he was my age.” she nodded, “What do you think?”

“The world will always be new, whether it is better or worse is only for our memories to decide. But it shall be new regardless.”

“Hummm…” she hummed leaning her head against his thigh,

“Keep reading angel, you need more practice.”

“Must I?” she looked up with the saddest eyes,

“Do not pout, you asked for my help. Go on.”

“Fine….” she grumbled,

“Still baffles me you couldn’t speak Quenya,” he chuckled,

“My parents didn’t teach us it,” she shrugged,

“Whyever not?”

“They needed something they could talk in that we didn’t understand so they didn’t teach us Quenya, so they could talk without us knowing.”

“…That is evil… and genius.” He nodded, “where did all this intelligence in your father go?” he asked,

“It was my mother’s idea.”

“Ahh! That makes far more sense.”

“Umm very clever lady,”

“You are a very clever little lady too, Angel.” he cooed,

“I am?” she smiled,

“Yes you are,” he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss on her head, “Go on, next chapter. Then I’ll finish this off and we can go see your father.”

“Must we?” she sighed,

“We must,”

“Can I have some more kisses before we go?”

“Of course,” He let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and comforting as he gently assisted her in climbing up beside him. Once she was settled, she rested her head against his chest. As he worked, he leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly, his lips just brushing against her skin. With a playful grin, he gave her a small nudge,“Go on, read to me, my angel.”

She nodded, and continued her book, “Ar so -yes was i vast sinya world, a nór -o dreams ar estel built -esse sina world were sinya kingdoms nón- -o i valaina's kal ana n- kingdoms -o ullúme úrin, -o lissi laurië lillassea an ilya i elves ana túl ar ilya i would linger on…”

[afinidade082323]

“ Em Nome de Deus Clemente, Misericordioso"

Todos os louvores são para Deus, o Senhor de todos os Mundos.

Clemente, Misericordioso

Soberano do Dia do Juízo

Só a Ti adoramos e só de Ti imploramos ajuda!

Guia-nos à senda reta,

À senda dos que agraciaste,

Não à dos abominados, nem à dos extraviados."

(Alcorão 1:1-7)

[jartita-me-teneis]

“Don Quijote de la Mancha”. Quienes “SI” leímos esta impresionante obra, sabemos que Cervantes nos recuerda valores universales, por desgracia cada vez más en desuso, “como la fidelidad, la cortesía, la honestidad o la búsqueda de la justicia social”. A pesar de las adversidades, Don Quijote nos deja como enseñanza la importancia de tener sueños aunque parezcan imposibles o incluso nos tachen de locos…

Pero junto a la sabiduría popular representada en la figura de Sancho Panza, las reflexiones de don Quijote sobre valores, virtudes y defectos humanos como la libertad, la justicia, el honor, la solidaridad, el amor, constituyen auténticas enseñanzas que siguen plenamente vigentes en nuestros días.

Aunque la cantidad de citas que se pueden extraer de Don Quijote de la mancha algunas de las reflexiones más representativas del sistema de valores que Cervantes nos trasmite a través de El Caballero de la Triste Figura si dudar podemos mencionar:

Los nobles objetivos en la vida…

“Unos van por el ancho campo de la ambición soberbia, otros por el de la adulación servil y baja, otros por el de la hipocresía engañosa, y algunos por el de la verdadera religión, pero yo, inclinado de mi estrella, voy por la angosta senda de la caballería andante, por cuyo ejercicio desprecio la hacienda, pero no la honra. Mis intenciones siempre las enderezo a buenos fines, que son de hacer bien a todos y mal a ninguno.”

Capítulo XXXII

La libertad…

“La libertad, Sancho, es uno de los más preciosos dones que a los hombres dieron los cielos; con ella no pueden igualarse los tesoros que encierra la tierra ni el mar encubre; por la libertad así como por la honra se puede y debe aventurar la vida, y, por el contrario, el cautiverio es el mayor mal que puede venir a los hombres.”

Capítulo LVIII

La virtud…

“Mira, Sancho: si tomas por medio a la virtud y te precias de hacer hechos virtuosos, no hay para qué tener envidia a los que padres y agüelos tienen príncipes y señores, porque la sangre se hereda y la virtud se conquista, y la virtud vale por sí sola lo que la sangre no vale.”

Capítulo XLII

La belleza…

“Advierte, Sancho –respondió don Quijote–, que hay dos maneras de hermosura: una del alma y otra del cuerpo, la del alma campea y se muestra en el entendimiento, en la honestidad, en el buen proceder, en la liberalidad y en la buena crianza, y todas estas partes caben y pueden estar en un hombre feo… y cuando se pone la mira en esta hermosura, y no en la del cuerpo, suele nacer el amor con ímpetu y con ventajas.”

Capítulo LVIII

El desagradecimiento…

“Entre los pecados mayores que los hombres cometen, aunque algunos dicen que es la soberbia, yo digo que es el desagradecimiento, ateniéndome a lo que suele decirse: que de los desagradecidos está lleno el infierno. Este pecado, en cuanto me ha sido posible, he procurado yo huir desde el instante que tuve uso de razón, y si no puedo pagar las buenas obras que me hacen con otras obras, pongo en su lugar los deseos de hacerlas, y cuando éstos no bastan, las publico, porque quien dice y publica las buenas obras que recibe, también las recompensara con otras.”

Capítulo LVIII

La humildad…

“Haz gala, Sancho, de la humildad de tu linaje, y no te desprecies de decir que vienes de labradores, porque viendo que no te avergüenzas, ninguno se pondrá a correrte, y préciate más de ser humilde virtuoso que pecador soberbio. Innumerables son aquellos que de baja estirpe nacidos, han subido a la suma dignidad pontificia e imperatoria. Y de esta verdad te pudiera traer tantos ejemplos, que te cansaran.”

Capítulo XLII

Con estas frases y otras muchas entendemos que el Quijote es un libro atemporal que, a pesar de haberse escrito en 1615, todas sus enseñanzas las podemos aplicar a la actualidad. Sin duda, un libro que todos deberíamos leer al menos una vez en la vida

[oofuri2003]

In my first read and subsequent 400 rereads i never rly cared much for any specific chars from the practice games chapters but this time around i became a nagamiya fan. What I'm saying is maybe the impossible is possible. Maybe this time i will finally give even a little bit of a shit about senda