#farewellmylove

[bestrevolver]

Verses for the Ivory Blossom - Shattered Eternity (Last Poem for the Ivory Blossom) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1417844326-verses-for-the-ivory-blossom-shattered-eternity?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=bestrevolver Love is often portrayed as a beautiful and wondrous emotion. It is something that brings people together and creates a sense of warmth and joy. However, love can also be a source of great pain and heartache. The pain of love can take many forms. It can be the pain of unrequited love, when one person loves another who does not feel the same way. It can be the pain of betrayal, when a person's trust is broken by someone they love. It can be the pain of loss, when a loved one passes away or a relationship ends. The pain of love can be physical as well as emotional. Heartbreak can cause a physical ache in the chest that feels like a weight pressing down on the heart. The stress and anxiety of a troubled relationship can cause headaches, stomach problems, and other physical symptoms. Despite the pain, many people continue to seek out love. They are willing to risk heartbreak and disappointment in the hope of finding true love and companionship. Love can bring great joy and fulfillment, but it can also bring great pain. The pain of love is a reminder of the depth and intensity of our emotions. It is a sign that we are capable of loving deeply and fully, even when it hurts. While it may be difficult to endure at times, the pain of love is a necessary part of the human experience.

[badarchitectrecords]

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[againstthegrainphoto]

#onthisdayinagainstthegrainhistory 6/14/14 Farewell My Love @ El Corazon Lounge #farewellmylove #fml #concertphotography #robbycreasey #charleeconley #elcorazon #lounge #rockandrebeltour #seattle #band #concert #music #tour #againstthegrainphotography (at Funhouse Seattle) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBbp8jhJ4Ia/?igshid=1k25ikxq3vvxg

[jerryepstein]

This is Bec, Jerry's wife. Sadly, Jerry left us Thursday afternoon peacefully in his sleep...finally free of all the pain he had been in for years. He was so full of love for all of you...he had this great ability to lift people...so full of humor...such a talented and gifted soul. We will be having a Life Celebration for him at the end of August...more info will be posted. Farewell my sweet Lovey, how I love you so.... I will see you again one day... . . . #farewellmylove #seeyouontheotherside #laphil #jerryepstein #violist #musician #freespirit #love #chooselove #lovematters #iloveyouall #sweetdreams https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz4wYLjg1o8/?igshid=ap6mb95ho7ke

[knowwhoiamnow]

Manhattan lluviosa, el ultimo dia de mi estadia en la gran manzana.

[im-not-perfec]

-Adiós...

Me has echado de tu vida, cuando más te necesitaba pequeño pingüino.

Ambos nos necesitábamos, nos queríamos... Pero el amor está a un paso del odio. Y voy a hacer que me odies. Porque así es más fácil para ti.

Así que nada, que te quiero, y que espero que te vaya bien.

-Good bye...

You kicked me out of your life, when I needed you most, little penguin.

We both needed each other, we loved each other... But love is one step away from hate. And I'm going to make you hate me. Because that's easier for you

So nothing, I love you, and I hope you're okay.

[lionswift]

And the thing I thought won't coming back came back again. - - #friends4life #wishyouwerehere #farewellmylove #begrateful #begratefull #begratefuleveryday #chinesegirl #chinese #asaingirl #asians #asianselfie #blackhair #selfiegram #selfietime #selfielove #selfiequeen #withfriends

[bbrarebooks]

Raymond Chandler’s second Philip Marlowe mystery, Farewell, My Lovely (1940), one of 7,500 copies. #farewellmylovely #raymondchandler #philipmarlowe https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fG_6wnFVZ/?igshid=ifhfpkmfshf1

[allhopesforlove]

Farewell, my love

Summary: In the midst of a battle, y/n realizes that their only way to victory would be through her sacrifice. Determined with her decision to lead an army of soldiers to the frontlines, there was nothing that could hold her back. Because she was sure that if she continued living on she wouldn’t survive any more of what was blooming between Elain and Azriel.

Pairing: Azriel x reader, Azriel x Elain

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, self-hate (idk tbh pls forgive me)

part 2 part 3

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“Someone has to lead them to the frontline to allow an opening for us.”

Freezing, thats all she felt. Her blood stopped rushing and burning in her veins, no sound and no pounding. Just a serene calm washing over her as she let the wind breeze through her blood and mud smeared hair. Ah, she thought, this is it, this is where it all ends. She was aware. She thought all of them were aware of what would happen to the group taking responsibility to charge full on towards Hybern’s forces. Without a doubt, she decided, she would do it. No second thought. It had to be her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her eyes to only see what made her take the decision of bringing an end to all of it herself.

There, in all of the chaos, in all of the war afflicted damage around them, in all the sorrow and pain, in all the helplessness and suffering, there, she only saw those hazel golden eyes. Those eyes she saw before sleeping and waking up when morning came. Those eyes she was mesmerized by, eyes that always managed to take away all the pain in mere seconds, eyes that made the pounding in her head stop, eyes that promised hope.

Though, they were the eyes that never seemed to look at her, lingering at the doe brown eyes of the one he was cradling to his chest.

In all her 458 years of living, only three times she saw his eyes filled with such worry. The first being when Mor was captured. The second being Rhys’ sacrifice to keep Velaris safe from Amarantha’s wrath. And the third, well the third time was the moment he realized that they actually might not be able to win this war. And that he possibly could lose her.

The ringing in her ears stopped and her vision became clear again, as the sight made her decision final, brought her back to the reality they all were facing now.

“Rhys.. are you aware of what you are suggesting right now.. this.. fuck.. this is a whole on suicide mission..”

silence passed through and then in an almost hushed but assertive voice

“I know, Cassian. I am .. god I am aware. However, this is the only way we could outmaneuver them. We are already outnumbered as it is.”

And the warlord knew. Hell, he might be the best strategist his court ever had. With all his experiences over the years as a general of the Night Court, with all his knowledge, he knew that what Rhys was saying may be their only shot at victory. But he was in denial, because it had to be someone amongst them as they barely stood in a circle. All of them carrying wounds of different degree.

He looked over towards Mor’s blood smeared face supporting Emerie with her left arm, as the latter took a deep blow on her right wing. He winced at that as he knew how sacred wings were to them. He felt for Emerie in that moment, but was brought back by a soft voice, he might have not heard if he didn’t focus just enough

“Its just as I have seen… it wasn’t this clear, but, but I think I saw how this will go, which is why I agree with what Rhysand is saying.”

Its not that she was the first person who spoke up after Rhys’s declaration or the thoughts everyone else was too scared of to voice besides Cassian, that surprised y/n. It also wasn’t that Elain saw a vision and didn’t tell a soul about it, well other than besides maybe the one at her side looking at her as if he already knew of this assertion.

No, what surprised y/n was the one second Elain blinked over at her, a mere glance that made y/n’s blood boil again. A second which confirmed that it was obviously her that Elain saw. And what more was that Azriel probably knew, he probably knew and didn’t care to tell her. The shadowsinger did all but not dare to look her in the eyes, strengthening his grip around Elains waist and kicking some imaginary stones on the ground.

It made y/n sure in her decision. It had to be her, with all that was left of her, she had to be the one to do it. She knew it, Elain knew it and, this she wasnt sure of, but Azriel too probably knew it.

Without dwelling too much on what consequences Elains silence on her vision brought to them, Rhys was determined that it had to be him. It was his duty as their High Lord, as the most powerful being in all of Prythian, as a father to his beautiful child, as a devoted man to his only High Lady and as a loyal brother and friend to his circle, to the people of Prythian. Maybe this way, he would finally be able to forgive himself for all that he has and has not done, maybe this way he could finally stop the storm that was still alive inside of him.

With one final decision he looked over his circle, the people who were closest to him, for whose happiness he would even sacrifice himself

“Cassian, you and Amren will go over to Summer’s side, I already informed Thesan. You will lead our men from the right side at my command, after I charge with all the men left at our side-“

“You will what?!” He felt Feyres fury burning through him, “Absolutely not Rhysand, you will do no such thing!”

“Feyre, darling, there is no other way, I love you and I love our son so much that I am willing to pay this price so that all of you can-“

“You can go to hell with all of that bullshit-“

“That was kinda the plan”

“Shut up, this is no time to joke! Tell Thesan we have a change of plan! No one is going to play the sacrificial lamb, we will find another way.”

But there was no other way, y/n was sure of that, as was Elain. As the pair still continued to bicker, y/n glanced over to the shadowsinger, just to, maybe, she didn’t know, but all she ever wanted was for him to see her. Maybe it was a too wishful thought, maybe she was too naive to believe that in her possibly last moments he would finally spare her a glance. Because deep down she already knew that she was undeserving of his attention, undeserving of all his affection and love.

He deserved someone like Elain, someone who even in her darkest moments didn’t break, someone strong like her, someone whose softness and calmness was serenity to his soul. Unlike her own pathetic self waddling around the Shadowsinger to get his attention for decades only to exchange mere friendly gazes and words that she decided she was content with. But still, even for all that she was, she was thankful of one thing.

Loving Azriel.

Even if it plagued her and drove her mad at times, she was thankfuk that she got to love him at least from a distance. That she got to experience all the perfection that is all Azriel. From his soft dimples that appeared when Cassian was being his silly self to his inspiring determination to win a brawl. Or, she remembered, his calming voice that still brought chills to her when thinking of it. She hadn’t really heard what he said to her because all that she was focused on was the way Azriels lips were moving, accompanied by that voice that made all of her being tremble. That made her heart flutter faster and her face a little redder.

Oh, how she loved these little moments she had with him, these few minutes she had him all to herself until someone else got his attention.

In those moments she allowed herself to dream, she made herself believe that Azriel too looked at her with a lovers gaze, lied to her heart that he too wanted her. But reality always hit, whenever it was that Mor, and in recent years, Elain walked into the room. Reality was brutally honest which is why she never dared to take the next step, she knew her place.

Or maybe she was just a coward, because y/n knew, she knew the shadowsinger rejecting her would hurt more than what she had with him now. She’d rather love him from a distance without his knowledge than make a fool of herself and risk never seeing him again.

With one final gaze towards her Shadowsinger, she sighed and finally spoke up:

“It wont be any good to just argue and waste our time. Someone clearly has to do it and to be frank I think it would be the wisest if it was me-“

“y/n no-“

“Please just listen to what I have to say Mor. I have trained for decades with Cassian and the shadowsinger, I know how to lead an army and I know my way with the soldiers. Sending Rhysand, Cassian or really any of you guys there would be the dumbest decision. We need you at the back, the people need you. And besides, we have to be honest with ourselves… all of you, well not all of you, but you have to understand that you all eventually would want to have your own families”

she glanced over at her friends, Emerie and Mor, Cassian, Feyre and Rhys

“a bright future I can see right before my eyes”

and finally at Azriels and Elains direction.

“It would be unfair for me to keep living on when you all have already found the person you want to spend the rest of your lives with and frankly-“

“That doesn’t make you any less deserving of living though.”

There goes her shadowsinger, mindful of others as always. He was scowling and panting as if he was holding off words that suffocated him. This bewildered look on his face made her heart clench but she had to step in before he could say anything more.

So she dared to look him in his eyes and with all her strength she mustered up her coldest stare she had

“You dont get to decide a thing on my life shadowsinger.”

Silence. And then

“You won’t get anywhere by trying to talk me out of it. We are already wasting so much time as it is and I have already made up my mind. I will lead them.”

Azriel wanted to say more, to tell her and convince her that it should not be her, that she still had so much left to do with her life. He remembered a time before the war, before everything, when they sat together after a training session and just talked about anything and everything. They weren’t the closest friends, no, but y/n was someone he trusted and whose company he enjoyed.

On that specific day she told him of how she dreamed of seeing the colbalt blue sea, how she wanted to just spend all day in flower fields and enjoy all the types of flowers Spring had to offer or see the enormous libraries that resided in the Day Court. She wanted to travel all of Prythian and beyond and she told him with such glee that the memory of it almost made him step forward and volunteer to take y/n’s place.

But a squeezing hand pulled him back from his thoughts. He looked down towards his hands and saw a mismatch of two clasping hands. His own scarred ones and Elain’s. His beautiful Elain.

And he remembered all the promises he made her just before this, how he would finally propose to her despite what opinions Rhysand had, how he would give her anything she asked of him.

He looked her in the eyes, although teary, she looked at him as if she was determined. She wouldn’t let him take that step forward, and frankly, he was flattered by her reaction. He finally had someone looking after him and caring for his wellbeing. Although he hadn’t dared to show all of him to her, he was content that Elain accepted him the way he was.

Elain loved him for who he was, well, for those parts she only knew of. But that was enough for him, because thats more than anyone has ever offered him.

He smiled at her and although he didn’t want to look, he turned his head back to y/n’s direction. He saw that she was arguing with the other’s, but a sudden ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing anything that was being said. The only thing he was aware of was his heart thumping faster and faster by the second and suddenly he heard another heartbeat.

It was like everything around him vanished, muffled voices and a blurry vision. And an intense smell of warm floral notes, but it wasn’t Elains, no.

Suddenly all he could feel was a deep rooted longing, similar to the one he had been feeling all those years, and fear. So much fear it nearly made him fall to the ground. He was confused. What was happening to him?

Unbeknownst to him he tightened his grip around Elain’s hand which made her wince

“Azriel are you okay?” Her voice brought him back and he tried to find the words for what has just transpired but Mor’s sudden cry made him look at y/n’s direction again

“Please dont do this y/n, please, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose my sister, someone… just someone please help.”

While Emerie , also with tears in her eyes, tried to calm her, something inside Azriel made him anxious and panic. It felt like those moments where he was on the brink of an anxiety attack, and his heart was racing so fast he felt like he was going to puke.

And this time, when he looked at y/n she was right looking back at him with wide eyes. And there, although small, he could see the first golden fibers of what seemed to be forming into one string connecting him with her.

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Part 2 Part 3

A/n: Ahh this was my first time writing ever 😭 I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, I would love some feedback :) Make sure to tell me if you’d like another part 🫶🏼

[bestrevolver]

Verses for the Ivory Blossom - 5th Poem For The White Petald Part 4 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1411029931-verses-for-the-ivory-blossom-5th-poem-for-the?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=bestrevolver&wp_originator=0iorh5Fl0OtviYXwynutSWA1LqfWQ7tKX1oqmOY2k9sQd%2F4B2lAUDdrS%2FxMulab07xhtIlfL8QKrePFNmU6iGXWKYXSG6E1bL3E%2FyjBpYhzHClJ9Ag9EAHVo2gidpZ3M Love is often portrayed as a beautiful and wondrous emotion. It is something that brings people together and creates a sense of warmth and joy. However, love can also be a source of great pain and heartache. The pain of love can take many forms. It can be the pain of unrequited love, when one person loves another who does not feel the same way. It can be the pain of betrayal, when a person's trust is broken by someone they love. It can be the pain of loss, when a loved one passes away or a relationship ends. The pain of love can be physical as well as emotional. Heartbreak can cause a physical ache in the chest that feels like a weight pressing down on the heart. The stress and anxiety of a troubled relationship can cause headaches, stomach problems, and other physical symptoms. Despite the pain, many people continue to seek out love. They are willing to risk heartbreak and disappointment in the hope of finding true love and companionship. Love can bring great joy and fulfillment, but it can also bring great pain. The pain of love is a reminder of the depth and intensity of our emotions. It is a sign that we are capable of loving deeply and fully, even when it hurts. While it may be difficult to endure at times, the pain of love is a necessary part of the human experience.

[yolkinthejump]

THIS IS SO CUTE??? Where did you get to watch it with eng sub? /post/155147270269/haruka-shes-so-cute-i-love-this-family

ISN’T IT THOUGH we don’t get much outers family but what we do ohh ;u;

here! each individual page has a link to download a fansubbed version. that clip is from amour eternal, and i’d also STRONGLY recommend un nouveau voyage. i hope you’re able to watch, they’re a delight!

[againstthegrainphoto]

#onthisdayinagainstthegrainhistory Farewell My Love @ El Corazon #farewellmylove #fml #elcorazon #seattle #concertphotography #band #music #concert #keepmusiclive #keepmusiclivewa #againstthegrainphotography (at El Corazon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLkXeH1sazY/?igshid=7fika3s2mxct

[radiorosewood-blog]

Charlotte basically played everyone and was going to get out and do everything all over again. She admitted that much to Mona. Mona threatened her, but Charlotte didn’t actually jump.

And let’s think about the fact that Mona went to the Two Crows Diner to meet someone. She didn’t kill Charlotte. She went there with the idea that she was going to meet Charlotte.

So who killed her?

[lee-jinkis-ponytail]

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[laysamina]

#antikatitanik sarmayınca ipler yünler sardı ortalığı. Bir de canım #raymondchandler in elimde kalan okumadığım son kitabı #elvedagüzelim Bu kitabı #robinsonkitapevi kendi yerinden taşınmasın diye oradan alışveriş yaptığımız zamanlarda almıştım. Bu kitap da bitince, Türkçede yayımlanmış başka kitapları var mı diye #nadirkitap ı araştırmam gerek. Neyse, bir tur #chandler bitireyim daha #hammett larım var. Yaşasın ruhu hafifleten #polisiye! #everestyayınları #editör #ahmetümit #sinanfişek #farewellmylovely (Çanakkale, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsuz7OTB_g-6Uz43yK5QP_wspiR7S9PIt_Muls0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ayxuqrfuo3pb

[bbrarebooks]

Raymond Chandler’s second Philip Marlowe mystery, Farewell, My Lovely (1940), one of 7,500 copies. #farewellmylovely #raymondchandler #philipmarlowe #rarebooks #firstedition #detectivefiction https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fHQsRnPSm/?igshid=1a9uby5z263jy