@tes-summer-fest TESfest day 1: forbidden
Surely knowledge doesn't come with a price, right? That sounds fake.
Coincidentally, this August marks my 10 year anniversary of being in the TES fandom, which is WILD to think about. Figured this was a good way to celebrate that!
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was looking at old art and decided to try reviving an old style I kinda liked :)
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“I’m sorry,” Drals said, his voice just above a whisper. “Yesterday, I… said some things. Things I didn’t mean, but… I think I wanted to be true.”
“Why would you want those things to be true?” Azandar turned to him, leaning his head against the opposite side of the window frame.
Drals sighed, mirroring him, no longer avoiding his eyes.
“It’s easier, isn’t it? When you know people don’t want to stick around. When you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror and face the things you’ve done. It’s easier being a fuckup when you’re alone. Now I feel like I’ve got an audience.”
“Ah,” the corner of his mouth turned into a smile. “Introspection is a cruel mistress.”
“Never knew her, before I met you.”
a scene from my fic that I really wanted to try drawing. I just love them a lot :')
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To the Horrors I've Known and Loved
A story about change, parallels, and never being able to go home.
(Read on AO3. updates most Mondays. Warning for body horror themes, minor character death, fantasy weed smoking)
To the Horrors I've Known and Loved:
I often asked myself, if I could tell you one thing now, what would it be? The answer's changed a lot, over the years.
Once there was a time where I cursed you. You took everything from me, and it made me so, so angry. I wanted to hurt you as you'd hurt me.
For a long time, I feared you. I was alone. I built walls for fear you might find me. And, oh, did I have a lot of time to build those walls into a bloody fortress. A prison of my own making.
Now… I'm not so sure. Grief is an odd thing. It sneaks up on you. Did you grieve for me that day? Or was I simply an obstacle in your path?
I thought I had done grieving long ago. But looking at you now, I realise I had been mourning something else entirely. An object, an idea, a place I could never see again. Some nebulous concept I wonder if I even really had in the first place.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is… even after everything that's happened, everything you did, everything I had to do; I forgive you. I do. Because I could have done the same. It would have been so easy. If anything, I should thank you. If you hadn't broken me, I would have ended up just like you.
I look at you and I'm looking in a mirror. I see now that you and I are the same. The difference is in the fucking details.
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a dps/healer relationship is actually something that can be SO romantic
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