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[stolememory]

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❛[ INCORRECT QUOTES PROMPTS ≻ accepting

Hermaeus Mora: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Estrid: Only if you also don't ask why Estrid: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Hermaeus Mora: Estrid: Hermaeus Mora: This one is fine

[bladedwoe]

listenermage asked : this is a masquerade party, after all.

PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS. / @listenermage -- selectively accepting

        ❝ Yes, I am well aware. ❞

      A folded parchment sits between her index and middle finger, her gloved hand casting dark shadows over the stone table in the candlelight. She’s jealous, almost, of this contract. There was a lot of preparation that went into attending a grand event such as this, and there was even more pressure on Estrid’s shoulders to carry it out, but the outcome was more than worth it in the end.

      She read all the information the letter had to offer and all she could do was grin as she imagined the possibilities of their success. ❝ Your aim is to kill an Ambassador from the Empire. He will be at the event, donned in a mask, of course. But I have faith in your success that it won’t be an issue. Kill him silently, there will be guards everywhere. Plan your escape route carefully, dear sister. ❞

      Then an idea occurred to her. She lifted her gaze from the table and up at Estrid. ❝ Unless you wouldn’t mind me joining you on this contract? I can help you in your escape. ❞ Truthfully? Astrid needed to get out and get some fresh air. She loved the sanctuary dearly, but even she needed some break from the monotony. 

[citysank]

He dismisses the comment entirely, disinterested in the idea of having a moral debate when lives are at stake. HE NEVER CLAIMED to be entirely benevolent, but he was far from the worst kind of evil.

"Fortunately for you, I still have access to mine, so we shouldn't have much of a problem. Suffice to say I will do my best to prevent any damage that I can, but I am a conjurer, not a miracle worker."

               "Good to know you want to turn potential suffering into a teaching moment." Sarcasm rolled off tongue with ease. "I'd use my own magic for this, but as it can be a little explosive, I don't want to give these people even more of a chance to detest the one thing that can save their lives." After speaking, door was swiftly headed towards and Thane had an impassioned look on appearance, before cowl was pulled up to protect her neck. "Are you ready?"

[nirnrootic]

... which rage language are you?

EROSANDROS.

— step back. usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

TAGGED BY: no one, i stole it! TAGGING: @listenermage, @sunxdusk, @endawn.

[slaneart]

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[stolememory]

`TO DISPARAGE SET ORDER WAS NEITHER ABOVE NOR BELOW THE PRINCE. The natural manner of things was regarded as A CANVAS TO OBSERVE UNFOLD // A TRITE, DULL THING THAT NEEDED NUDGES (A CONTRADICTION // ALWAYS A CONTRADICTION). It was upon this aspect that the former was winning out, drawing Hermaeus Mora's actions. The Golden Eye hung UNTETHERED // SUSPENDED WAS THE WRETCHED ABYSS above clear waters reflecting the expansive twilight that stretched the Oblivion above. Tentacles hung and dipped into the calm pond-- - the Scryer disturbs the peace // THE RIPPLES OF DISPLACEMENT BEGIN.

`REFLECTIONS OF THAT WHICH WAS, WHICH MIGHT, WHICH WILL. Fates displayed before mortal eyes-- - hers, fed to the mind AND EXPOSED TO THE SIGHT. One leaks into the other-- - images of triumph, blood shed and mingle with fresh snow. Flames and embers DEVOURING, smoke to engulf the lungs. Loss-- - THAT WHICH WAS HELD DEAR lost prior to self (THE HAND IS OBSCURED // IS IT ASSILIANT, IS IT ONES OWN). Images shift again-- - the trivial, the unimpressive. Water bursting the esophagus at the wake of drowning // OR DEATH IN THE REALM OF DREAMS.   “&– - Endless strings of fate tie to you, as any mortal. Some have been redacted from possibility, but others begin as the tides shift. Regardless of your interests, you have little control over where these strings begin and end. And where your own tapestry concludes.” The Master of the Tides retracts tendrils from the mortal pool, having provided a small TASTE-- - HE HAD ALREADY BEGUN ADJUSTING THE MOVEMENT OF THE WAVES WITH THIS SMALL INTERACTION.   // @listenermage liked for a horror starter

[bladedwoe]

        𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, just five words that kept Astrid in place. Yes. There was a lot troubling her. An angry sea of paranoia, anger, resentment, and regret took hold of her recently, washing her over in their unrelenting current. Yet, Astrid held her tongue for now. She wasn’t one to deny self-expression, especially as the leader of the Sanctuary, but if Estrid was the Listener… no, no it wouldn’t do her any good to speak about that. 

        Instead, she took an easier route. One that would ruffle less feathers. 

        ❝ What are your thoughts on Cicero, Estrid? ❞ The Sanctuary had a mix of conflicted reactions: some disliked Cicero from the start, others didn’t trust him, and well… Some pitied the fool. For whatever reason, maybe it was for his madness. ❝ Do you speak to him? ❞

        In a rare instance, Astrid was quiet when it came to her thoughts on the Night Mother, Cicero, and on the new excitement in the sanctuary. She trusted Estrid, but even Astrid wandered into the wade of doubt now that the Night Mother seemed to have reemerged with a Listener. Was it a cruel joke? To choose a new Listener in all the years she was silent? If it was Cicero instead, and not one of her own, she wouldn’t have minded throwing them to the wolves.

               Up until this point, Estrid trusted Astrid, knew she had the sanctuary's best interest at heart and cared for this makeshift family made of so many different people within, but she also couldn't help that the leader of this faction had a resistance to fall back into and hold onto the old ways. The old ways which had kept the Brotherhood safe and together for so long, even though the chapter in Skyrim was somewhat lacking up until recently.

"What is troubling you, sister?" She liked to think she knew Astrid well enough to be able to read her and if the Listener were to be completely honest, she herself was having some issues. Not with the guild as a whole, but the new blood that had entered the family right before Cicero brought their mother back and it was something that she'd like to talk to he about, but just not here or now; she felt it safer a conversation to have when it was just the two of them.

[listenermage]

                    ❝ Darkness rises when silence dies. ❞

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[stolememory]

`A STRING AMONGST THE TAPESTRY OF FATE HAD CAUGHT THE PRINCES EYES. And for those that caught even cursory glance from Hermaeus Mora upon the knotted design of whole he examined, oft was found fit HE WAS TO REWARD WITH PRESENCE (OR THE FASCIMILE OF IT). Upon windows pane did shadow cast // & CHURN // a dilation across its expanse like an opening pupil. Old wood and stones GROANED as eyes peeled open from betwixt corners and hinges.   “&– - He is still out searching for that humming root; your audience is not a feeble mortal mystic. And as such, the attention befitting a Daedric Prince should be given.”

`THE KEEPER OF WHISPERS DOESN'T LET SECONDS CRAWL LONG BEFORE MANIFESTATION INFESTS. Her silhouette cast down upon book darkened & thickened // OOZING AND COALESCING // as tentacles grew to cover writings and notes like oil spill. They let a noise fill the open air (ONE OF THOUGHT // ONE THAT ENGULFS ITSELF). “&– - Such trivial mortal writings-- - one whose markings are collected in mass among Apocryphas Libraries. That hunger within you for more-- - so simply wouldn't be satisfied with merely this. Or perhaps it would, should you wish to prove disappointment before the eyes of The Prince of Knowledge- and deem it fit to spit a lie before the One Who Knows.”

          @stolememory

               The path Estrid walked was one of knowledge and power, could be seen as two different things but so often they entwined. But, as far as she was concerned, you were insane to not want to know things. Knowledge was power and it gave you the ammunition one would need come out on top.

After a busy day in the court and going out of her way to send Farengar on small jobs to keep him out of his own quarters, Thane helped herself to his desk and the various volumes he had on him.

Already on the verge of exhaustion from being on feet all day, she was so deep within her readings that when shadow ruined her light, she didn't think twice to look up to see who it belonged to.

"Farengar, if it took you that short of a time to fine all the Nirnroot I asked for in the wilds, I'll be impressed."

[hellsurvivr]

          ❛   so that's why ya look like shit.   ❜   she comments idly with a nod, as she once more looks the other with the new information. the half-demon was at least glad to see, that despite the damage, she looked to be okay.    (   if that was the right term to use!   )    placing down the thing she'd been idly twirling, she brings her arms up to cross over her chest with a soft hum.    ❛   so what started the little dispute then. or did ya just not like her?.   ❜    a smirk pulled at her lips. a tease that burnt into the air. . and she had no regrets for it either.

@hellsurvivr said: “Who did this?”

          Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

               "Should I start with you should see the other bitch?" She would have laughed if it didn't bring her pain. "We can say that she's now wailing off to anyone that'll listen and is down a few fingers." A small pause, the closest thing to a smile as current state would allow. "Though it's entirely her own fault." There was no point in leaving anything to the other's imagination as she struggled, but made effort to side herself down an attempt to make a potion that could fix the mess she herself was in.

[hellsurvivr]

          ❛   thank you.   ❜   this was a drastic cause of action. she knew that. there was no mistaking her intentions in asking for such a thing. but she had to deal with her brother.    (   and it required doing something drastic!   )    eyes lift to look upon the other as she nods softly the warning settling in her bones.    ❛   i know. and trust me the one i wish to use it on. deserves it!   ❜ 

          @hellsurvivr

               Red bottle with a subtle apple decor was handed over to the other. "My strongest poison. One drop is all it takes and whoever consumes it will be… swiftly dead in seconds. Make sure you're certain with who you're going to use it against because there's no going back."

[citysank]

"I am not much for hiding in the shadows...at least not in regard to matters such as this. If nothing else it will be a good learning experience."

FEATURES shift as he glances over his shoulder at her. As it were, it seems most of the people in Winterhold are on their last legs as it were. He would hate to see it snuffed out, especially considering the fact that this was the PRIMARY place he could perform his studies mostly uninterrupted

               "There's not intention for pleasantries or formalities. No getting through to them. So, the plan is to take no prisoners." There was a point to leave little to the other's imagination. "We have all the villagers holed up in the Jarl's hall to keep everyone safe and accounted for." A small pause as hair was adjusted and hood was pulled up. "Or would you feel safer there?"

[citysank]

"Sending a message...how very predictable indeed."

He'd seen much in his years, and sending one back alive was HARDLY new. She makes a valid point, but how tiresome it was to have to continue again to play politics with the likes of beasts.

"I've faced some in my time, but none quite like what I assume you are referring to. Clans of vampires are historically small."

               "Use your eyes. There's not much of Winterhold left." While it was all for show and she had dropped out of the college many years ago, she did have allies and connections that could be of use to her so they needed to be protected. "And the last thing this place needs is a vampire raid." Weapons were given the once over before she spoke up again. "They've already taken a guard. Only let him survive so he could send their message."

[bladedwoe]

        ❝ Mother, ❞ Astrid mutters under her breath, her voice sinking into a mockery of the women she should respect, praise, and abide by. But Astrid was not one to be ruled over. 

        Her voice raises into a confident, coy lilt that’s meant to be heard. Yet her voice can appear suspicious to certain ears. ❝ Yes, the Night Mother. Exactly, dear sister. ❞ Her lips quirk into a friendly smile as she looks over her shoulder, regarding Estrid’s form before she steps back from the map she leaned over. Her lips curl into a humorous grin at her question. Oh, what would Astrid say? Many things, frankly. First, she would tell the Night Mother to bring both her and the Jester back to where they came from. Second, she would let her know that she was the true authority over the Sanctuary, not her. Whatever the legend may say.

        ❝ I appreciate the generosity, sister. ❞ She hums for a moment as the gears grind in her head on what exactly to say. If Estrid was as loyal to the Night Mother as Astrid believed, she was sure what Astrid truly wanted to tell the Night Mother would bring out her ire. Instead, she opts for an alternative. ❝ Please tell the Mistress of the Void that we welcome her in this Sanctuary and ask her if she has any… words of wisdom for our beloved Family. Hail Sithis and the Night Mother. ❞

@bladedwoe said: “The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”

          late night wonderings sentence starters

               "You know our Mother doesn't wait for anybody." The Listener didn't particularly like being away from children in the dead of night either, but she had duties at the sanctuary that needed to be done and dealt with and keeping the endearingly erratic Cicero as collected as possible was on the top of her list. "If you don't mind, I need to take commune with her." She rose from chair and dusted off skirt of black dress. "Anything you wish to tell me before I do so?"