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“𝐈 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 presence here is — complicated, to say the least.” nervous fingers smooth out the front of the blue kefta, and while far less conspicuous than that of the true shadow summoner, the dark embroidery still sets yarik apart from the rest. he is still getting used to a human body, human conversation; the prince had suffered at the hands of morozov as well, WHICH MADE THEM MORE ALIKE THAN MOST WOULD THINK. he swallows then, glancing down at his feet. saints, this was not a conversation he wanted to have. “were it not for the political state of your country, i promise i would stay far away.” with the rising cult for the starless saint, another shadow summoner could send ravka into another civil war, and yarik wants nothing more than to be with the other amplifiers somewhere far away from here. blinking, he realizes his crudeness, internally cursing himself. “your highness.” he adds hastily.
admittedly, after everything he had gone through, shadow summoners made him uneasy. vasily knows it's not yarik's fault, he's not the darkling, after all. but he did share his power. and if there's one thing that vasily doesn't trust anymore is the shadows. he shrugs, waving his hand at yarik's words. " nothing goes easy in ravka. complications are just... another tuesday. " vasily didn't even know half of it and yet it made him that much happier to not be king. " vasily, " he corrects, giving him a small smile, " just vasily is fine. " he feels the weight of his arm, it's metal digging into his skin. he tells people he doesn't even notice it by now, but he does. a constant reminder of what happened on nikolai's birthday. he hated it somedays. " you're quite welcome in the grand palace for as long as you need. i'm sure we could all learn a thing or two from you. "
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@livingprophecy asked: “are you in the witness protection program, or what?” / okay but also . seleste @ rick thank
"WITNESS PROTECTION?" Rick repeats, eyebrows raising slightly in amusement. That's a first one, but he could kind of see how one could guess that. "No, I'm not. Good guess though." Not like one could really guess 'avoiding ex-coworkers from crazy-ass job in another world in the multiverse.' He'd be impressed if they did. "Just avoiding some AWKWARD social interactions. Can't blame a guy for wanting to avoid small talk, can ya?"
#livingprophecy#🖊 in character // hey look ma i’m writing#🖊 rick // in character#that small talk would consist of (but not limited to) threats of bodily harm and death#me shoving this in my random half-canon half-spoiler free post series verse? yes
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height comparison @livingprophecy sent : height comparison for soap he's definitely 6' not 5'11 idk what ur talking about >:(
tiny sergeant vs built like a brick shit house lieutenant.... who will win ?
#livingprophecy#˚ ⌖ . ic ˓ responses ∶ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.#soap is perfect boyfriend size#but good luck getting ghost to admit that#also can we take a moment of silence#for the moment when soap tries to take off ghost's mask#or kiss him#he needs to stand on his tiptoes#sight alone is so fucking adorable#sigh#if only they could admit their feelings#correction* if only ghost would admit his feelings
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@livingprophecy - Sometimes the scars you can’t see are the ones that hurt the most.” / tifa @ cloud but also big sephiroth scar sob
SILENCE hung the loudest around him after Tifa spoke those words to life. The memory of Sephiroth attacking The End, of his remnants trying to hurt his family still felt raw in his heart. The scarred over wound felt like it was bleeding, cut anew at her words. His hand gently touched his stomach, fingers curling against his skin, though he didn’t notice it.
Cloud had overworked himself. It was far from an unusual occurrence. He and Tifa had mouths to feed after all. Marlene and Denzel couldn’t grow their own food. His delivery service was good at supplementing extra for the bar... But even then he still felt like it was enough. Nothing ever felt like enough to make up for his neglect.
Which lead to the inevitable process of him running far too many jobs than one man, even one man like him, could handle. Followed of course, by his nightly routine of training with First Sword. He had to train, he had to be ready so it didn’t matter how tired he was.
Until Tifa wandered in to find him panting for breath against the wall of his room. Making her worry was never on his to-do list, but he always seemed to manage it anyway. That made his insides twist far worse than any amount busy work ever could. His teeth grit as he sipped on water she had given him.
“I’m fine,” he lied, perhaps too easily. He could practically feel Aerith and Zack’s eyes on the back of his head. He sighed, amending, “Or I will be. Soon. Was just a rough day.”
Or a rough life.
#livingprophecy#livingprophecy (tifa)#[ 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖘. ] ⋯ lets mosey#[ 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖚𝖊 ] ⋯ always something left to lose
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@livingprophecy, newt : “i want you....here.... right now”
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍, but it’s a soft kind of surprise. like he’s been waiting for this for an eternity, like he’s finally getting something he never new if he’d get the opportunity to see. he’d wanted newt for a while, but some part of him had never expected it to really happen. some part of him had been sure that it was just wishful thinking, that there would never be a right time. he’s not sure that this is necessarily what most would deem the right time nor the right place, but the truth is that for kurt any time and place is the right time and place, as proven by just how quickly his body react to the words, just how quickly a tent forms in his shorts, the way he softly grips at newts shirt to pull him closer. its obvious that kurt wants it just as much as newt does, even if there is the slightest disbelief that it’s happening. “please.” it’s all he can think to get out at first, too busy thinking about whats to come to think of much in the way of a coherent response. “i want you.”
#hope newts ready for a flustered lil sub#livingprophecy#answered.#answered prompts.#in character.#arc three.#nsft //#livingprophecy 003.
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it’s late, and her eyes are aching from how long she’s been staring at her screen. her body aches from how long she’s been sitting on this chair. but she can’t bring herself to stop. stopping means admitting defeat --- even if it is only for a few moments. the sun has long since set, the cup of coffee she made herself hours ago has long since gone cold, and everyone else has either settled down or gone to sleep. she’s so engrossed in her work that she doesn’t hear anyone coming into the room --- but whether that’s because she’s distracted or because for someone as large as he is, bucky moves like a cat. when his figure crosses her line of vision, she jumps, ❝ jesus --- don’t do that. ❞ her gaze lifts to glare at him, and she blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the sudden ( or not so sudden ) darkness that she’s only just now noticing. ❝ i thought you went to bed. or snuck out to go do...whatever super soldiery guys do. ❞ / @livingprophecy !
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u don’t have to publish this if you don’t want to but back when i was active in the dctv fandom there was someone who’d rp w/entworth m/iller and wrote smut with someone who wrote the character went played, capt cold so . have more cursed celebrity rp knowledge i’m so sorry
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#NO . REALLY WHAT????????????????#livingprophecy#ive been tryin to find my jaw for like 10 mins . HELP#OOC TAG ... ' say natasha backwards.
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@livingprophecy said: “you look tired.” (from zoya)
He felt tired. As much he trusted Genya and David’s expertise with creating profoundly powerful concoctions, something didn’t set right with this one. Last thing he knew, Zoya had been hovering over his bed with the vial and then, one second later, she’s doing it again because it’s light out and the birds are chirping and it’s time to start another lovely day and pretend that everything’s peachy and a demon isn’t trying to vie for control inside of him. No, he felt dead tired.
“Good morning to you, too,” he responds with an easy smile that only serves to accent the deep circles under his eyes. “Usually I’d say I was up thinking all night, but our friends back in Os Alta ensured that wasn’t to be.” He tugs at the chains and pouts as he waits for her to free him. “But you look as lovely as ever. Like you slept on a bed of roses... and avoided the thorns, of course.”
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kai and cade for height<3
SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S!
kai ( 6′3″ ) / astraea ( 5′10″ ) / cade ( 6′3″ )
#✧ — 𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 ... [ out of character ]#i think this is quite a cute difference like..... good for snuggles <333#wandyrlust#livingprophecy#i did it without her heels too so yeah. barefoot astra kabskabs#GOD she loves them a whole bunch im !!!!!#her sun & her shadows <333
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@livingprophecy said — nothing is worth betraying someone you love. / dani @ delphine hehehe fUCK YOU
she was a peculiar thing, the girl that ambrose had chosen as his best friend. too ordinary to truly be a threat, but resourceful enough to cause a wide array of inconveniences. from what delphine remembered, IT RAN IN THE FAMILY. it became a justifiable reason to get her out of the way. weeks of stringing along a web for her to follow, and those carefully laid clues had landed the searcher here — a disgusting little hovel on the bad side of town, registered with an alias she would have instantly recognized. delphine hadn’t bothered to check for threats as she waited for the girl to appear. she simply sat at the dining table. no weapons, nothing but a single file in her possession. she’d discarded it on the other side of the table, closest to the door. it beckoned to be opened, to be torn into by someone who craved knowledge. there were no introductions needed, no niceties. both knew exactly who the other was, and delphine let that weight settle between them as she spoke. the silence lingered after delphine made the offer, the act of betrayal she didn’t bother to sugarcoat; a deal, an exchange for stopping her search. and the nerve the girl has, it’s amusing. NOTHING. delphine can’t help the chuckle that slips out, lips curving into a passive smile while she leans back in her chair. “oh, i wouldn’t be so sure about that.” knowledge is something they have in common, but she has craved it far longer than this inconsequential child. so she nods, the gleam in her eye clear for the other to see, caring little for hiding her motives when it comes to such a minor yet prominent piece of her chess board.
all that the woman can think as she settles on the two most likely outcomes of this conversation is just how funny fate is, messing even with the best laid plans. this one had been an unexpected addition to the life her son was meant to lead, but a useful one nonetheless. A COINCIDENCE, AN ACT OF OTHERWORLDLY INTERVENTION. delphine had stopped believing in something like religion, like god, very early on in her life. no, she knew that what became of this world and its people was of its own making. but looking at this stranger who was always meant to remain a stranger, she can’t help but think… perhaps there is something looking out for her. it was looking out for dani as well, keeping her from losing her life in a pursuit far beyond her skill level. ( if only she weren’t ambrose’s friend; her death wouldn’t have some significance on the son she was trying to bend until broken. ) the thought brings out a sigh, disappointment laced through it, but she pushes forward on her pursuit. “as smart as you’ve proven to be, miss moore, i know you ultimately lack vision. so, if you please.” tone bored, one hand presses against the wooden surface, the other sending shadows swirling to snap the door shut with a careless flick of her fingers. she beckons the girl forward, chin tilting towards the seat in front of the file. “this encounter can end well for the both of us, or i can go back to my son and tell him about the tragedy that seems to have befallen his dearest friend. that’ll be your choice.” she knew the bluff was well concealed. there was no way for anyone, let alone dani, to know just how much depended on her making the wrong choice. and she would make it.
#i hope you're putting on your clown shoes for this one bestie because if you thought i couldn't write this one with my eyes closed#you're fucking wrong<3#this is actually incredibly awful but im just . delphine doesn't give a shit about pretending with dani and its :) just :)#another part :) of :) the manipulation. that dani doesn't seem important enough to manipulate that she's just giving it to her straight up.#knowing she can't do anything about it because if she thinks she can't<3 then she'll more easily give up<3#she won't kill her because that would be the easiest way to get rose to turn but she can sure as shit make enough threats to make it. seem.#yeah im going to go get my toaster good. bye.#livingprophecy#livingprophecy ( dani )#╰ 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 ╯ ⋯ your hands are wet with the blood of an empire#╰ 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 ╯ ⋯ a story is no small thing
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌, not really, but a therapist he can actually tell anything to is. his struggle with other therapists had come from the fact that he always had to hide something, that he could never be entirely honest. his powers were something beyond the comprehension of most, something that would be seen as horrific to normal people. while jason may take his time learning to open up to people, he knows that miecz said that this therapist would be good, that she’d understand everything, that he could tell her EVERYTHING.
@livingprophecy, seleste : “It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”
it’s an offer he wants to accept, but he wouldn’t know where to begin. how does he even start to explain what he’s been through? what he can do? hands fiddle in his lap, tapping away at his thighs in an attempt to process his thoughts. so much could be said from looking at his hands alone — the scars, the way he’d been so barely burned that he had such limited dexterity, the nervous trembling. it’s so easy to learn things by looking at a person’s hands. “don’… know where t’ start.” because so much had happened to him, his entire life had been a long journey full of pain and suffering. while it makes sense to start with the lab, jason doesn’t even remember the early days of that, has no idea how it all really started.
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three of my friends ( @livingprophecy is one of said friends ) sent me the same tiktok and that says something about me as a person
#ooc#us whenever we see magneto: HE'S GAY#so... accurate tbh#but i just think it's funny#livingprophecy
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@livingprophecy / mal’s letters aka zee choose death 🥰
i'm sure by now you know that i was reassigned to a new unit. i would have told you myself that i was leaving, but you didn't look like you wanted to see me. i couldn't blame you. part of me thought i'd be back soon enough, and maybe by then you'd stop looking away when we were in the same room. that's looking less and less likely by the hour. they say this new position might be more permanent than anyone expected. you know how these leader types are, they can never make up their mind about anything. i probably shouldn't tell you that, though. the last thing i need is you reprimanding me in writing.
shit, sorry. getting off topic. the point of this is, i don't know when i'll see you again. maybe i should have talked to you before i left. said something. i know you wouldn't have listened, but it would have been better to get it off my chest then. except you're too stubborn for your own good, and i didn't want you to hate me for pushing you more than i did that night. i couldn't help you the way you wanted me to, and maybe that's on me for being too willing to see what you didn't want anyone else to. i'm never going to regret the choice i made then, you needed someone to tell you to stop. you deserved to be able to grieve. you still do. i'm just sorry it pulled us apart.
there's a lot i didn't say then that i guess i should say now, but the trip was long, and daylight is ending soon. i'll write again. you haven't gotten rid of me yet, nik. looking forward to hearing from you too, if you can find time in your busy schedule to pick up a pen for me. but i'll understand if the masses keep pulling you down with a hundred more complaints about needing softer blankets and more salt for their slop.
best regards, mal.
p.s. sorry, that last part was a joke. i think i'm getting worse at them.
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it's safe to say most of us underestimated just how long we'd really be here. the most "permanent" has ever meant is a few weeks, at most. just enough time to prove we've got numbers on our side, just enough to spill a little blood on both sides.
that was grim, sorry. i don't want this letter to be about that. here i was, ready to talk about the beauty of the mountains and how the air tastes different here than it did there. sometimes i forget this all leads back to war anyways, but it's easier to let yourself get distracted by the small pleasures in like. the first rays of sunlight and how they cast shadows over giants, the way plants bloom here that are strangers to what other forests have held. i wonder if you'd let yourself see this place the way that i do, if you'd love to lose yourself in it the same way. i remember you once said you wanted to see the ocean, and how your eyes lit up when you described it. i hope it makes you feel the way being on mountain tops has made me feel: at peace and just a little more alive. i think you deserve that, after everything. i know you do.
maybe we can see it together sometime, if that's not asking for too much.
speak to you soon, mal.
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a few weeks passed since i last wrote. sorry, i guess i got caught up in everything. you know how it is, the work of a tracker is never done, etc. etc. not that i mind the work, of course. i'll take the fresh air and clear skies over being stuck in a stuffy tent with a bunch of soldiers any day. i still don't envy your meetings and boring talks of treaties that never go anywhere, or the way they always seemed to cut our mornings short at the worst possible moments. it's a miracle dominik didn't resort to anything worse than glaring at me for making you late, i always thought he'd get me thrown into the brig just for being annoying in his presence.
i still think about him sometimes. more than sometimes. i heard he had family close to the capital? you'd know more about that, i suppose. it feels stupid, but i feel guilty that i didn't know him better. did he laugh at stupid jokes, did he turn his head up towards the sky when it rained, did he see an end to this war? it doesn't seem fair that you're the one who has to carry him. someone else should remember him. i pray you learn you don't have to shoulder this burden alone.
but that's not what i was writing to you about. or, rather, wanted to write to you about. are you even getting these? i hope you are, but i know how tricky sending mail is. it once took five months for one of alina's letters to get to me, you know, so it wouldn't surprise me if you never saw these.
i met some people. well, if you could even call them people. they're idiots, really, the both of them. added onto my unit just last week, though i don't think they know a thing about tracking. that's fine, though, they're good guys and it's easier not to fall into thought with their incessant babbling going on in the background. it's hard to get close to people in times like these, but they seem too harmless to keep away. hopefully they get to stick around for a while, but we can't be sure of anything, can we?
that's all i had to say, i suppose. i'll end it here before this gets any longer.
take care, mal.
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i think about how we left things. should i have pushed more, come to see you when i knew time was running out for us? it didn't seem to be within my right. we always knew this would end somewhere, just ships that pass in the night, but the tide seemed to carry us further away than i’d anticipated. it’s hard to wrap my head around how awful it felt when they gave out my orders, the way it seemed time was hacking me to pieces when all i wanted desperately was to help you keep yourself together. but you wouldn’t even look at me in the days that led to that moment. it was like i stopped existing for you, and you couldn’t see me as i floated away.
this isn’t to say i blame you. i don’t. saints, i don’t think i could ever place the blame on you for anything. but we were friends, right? if nothing else, we were friends, and now it feels like we’re nothing. the memory of your hands on me is a ghost that lingers, the proof that it wasn’t all just a dream. it’d be easier if it was. then i wouldn’t have to lie awake at night, wondering if you’re reading these. if you are, i’m sorry. i don’t blame you, i swear i don’t. grief is a monster that claws through all of us, and you lost the most important person that you had. if one day i got word that alina was gone from this world, i would destroy myself in that pain. but you had to watch him go, you have the memory of that now.
i’m sorry. if you get nothing else from this letter, just know that i’m sorry and i’m still here. if you need me, i’m still here, nik. i know it isn’t much, but it’s all i have to offer.
your friend, mal.
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all of my writing seems to be reserved for you and alina. i don’t have anyone else, i guess, but that’s okay. they sent me out again, caryeva this time. it’s only for a few weeks, but i don’t mind traveling to this one. alina’s here, said something about the cartographers trying to make sense of the caves. i don’t know how much sense they expect to make of her drawings, but, hey, she’s here. so that means that all of my writing is reserved for you, at least until i have to leave again.
i'm sorry about the last letter. i shouldn't have sent it. that's one i really hope you didn't get, but i guess you wouldn't know that if you aren't getting any of them. there's only so much i can keep bottled up, though, and it's not like i can tell anyone else about you. i've thought about telling alina, a few times, but then i look over at her and forget how to breathe and thinking about you gets a little harder to do. it's always been like that with her, though, but i can't put words to the feeling when she's the one i'm talking to. she's familiar, like you were for those few months. like you'd still be if one day we met back in the middle of this war.
princes go on to do princely things, and our story probably ended already, but i'm just unlucky enough to be stupidly optimistic. i see an end to this war, and i see you becoming a great leader, and i see it all unfolding in front of my eyes. see? stupidly optimistic. it's alright, though. someone somewhere has to have hope. why not let it be me?
your stupid optimist, mal.
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we left caryeva this morning. just me and the poor idiots who came here on their way to make the journey back to sikursk. i hugged alina so tight i think i would have broken bones if we'd held on any longer, but she didn't complain. just wiped the tears away and called me stupid, in that same tone she uses when she's not trying to make things sadder than they are. i missed her the moment my back was to her, my feet carrying me hundreds of miles away from her again. the ache never left me when i was with her, but she makes everything easier. now she's gone again, and i can't help but let the loneliness creep back in.
i'm an orphan, did i ever tell you that? it's hard to say, never comes out quite right. like saying "i have nobody who cares about me" or "everyone who should have loved me is dead." that's what people look at me like, at least. pity and sadness and the way the war keeps taking and will keep taking more. but that's not true. i have someone. her. we've always had each other.
i have alina, and i still feel alone.
you haven't responded, or you never got these letters, or you did and haven't even read them. i don't know which one makes this more painful. doubt muddies everything and the lack of answers rips away any security i had in what we had. but what did we have? a few nights of stupid choices, where i could have drowned my troubles away in anything but you chose me and that felt good enough to mean something? i said i wouldn't blame you and that's still true, i can't put this on your shoulders on top of everything else. mostly, i blame this war.
i've thought about not writing these anymore. they don't make me feel closer to you. they just make the distance seem longer. but i don't want to leave you alone. i'm sorry, i don't know what else to do.
i suppose i'll keep on holding hope for a little longer.
running out of things to put here, mal.
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it's late, and the stars are shining high above, and i can't sleep. dubrov's snores could shake the mountains, but that's not why i'm awake. i stopped believing you're getting these, so i guess it doesn't matter if i say it now. i miss you. being with you was easy, which is why i know it was never real. what we had only ever existed in my head, and you forgot about me the moment i wasn't around anymore.
were we friends, nik? were we at least that?
i have to believe we were. because if we weren't, what does that leave me with?
i never thought i'd get to keep you but a part of me was looking for a happier ending, a more satisfying conclusion. you were the first thing i didn't want to run from, that i didn't even realize you were never there with me to begin with.
all i’ve said in these letters is sorry, but i can't apologize for this one.
mal.
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it'll be a year tomorrow.
by the time you get this, if you get this, it'll be longer than that.
i can't help but think about you sitting in your tent, alone, shoving that grief down as the time ticks by. or do you drown your sorrows in someone else, the next petty face that catches your eye? is it wrong to say that? i don't know. and you're not reading these anyways.
that's not fair to you. i told myself i wasn't going to be angry writing this one, and saints know i still ache to think about you feeling any of that grief alone. but it's been a year, and it could be two years, and i know that this is it. you're never going to write back, and i suppose that's on me for expecting you to.
i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i'm mad and i'm sorry about dominik and i'm sorry i let you push me away when all i wanted was to be there. i can't go back and change that, i don't even know if i would want to. were you always so stubborn, or is that what you told yourself you had to be?
please let someone in, nik. even if it's not me.
mal.
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i should stop writing these, but you know how it goes. one more letter turns into two, two turns into a chest full of them. there’s no telling if i'm sending these to the right place anymore, if you've moved on. they said they'd find their way to you anyways, but that's hard to put any amount of faith on. there's too many unanswered letters for me to make up my mind on what's happening to them.
i keep thinking that you might have found someone else and can't help being jealous despite knowing it's probably for the best. maybe we can both find something to keep us feeling a little more human, a little more whole.
if i kiss someone and all it does is remind me of you, does that still count as trying to forget you?
swallowing the idea that one day you might disappear from my memory is hard, though i shudder to think of the alternative. nobody tastes like you. the only person who's ever made me laugh like you did is alina, and even my love for her is different. it doesn’t burn like yours did. like it still does.
what i'm trying to say is: i don't think i can forget you if i tried, but saints i wish i could. and i hope it’s harder for you to forget about me than it is to ignore these letters.
everything i have left, mal.
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this was supposed to be an apology for something, but the words won’t come out right. here it is, nik. by this point, i’ve spent more time being ignored by you then i ever got to have you. if you never get these letters, i hope you spend the rest of your days thinking i forgot about you. if you did, i hope you never read this one.
you said i could keep you as long as i wanted, and i wanted to believe that was true. so much that i put my heart in your hands. even though we never called it love. there was always a part of me that knew it was a mistake. i understood then that it was a lie, just like i know now that you're never going to write back. i gave you my heart. i gave you everything. i should have asked for it back when i tucked my things away that final night.
i said i wasn’t going to blame you, but then that just means we’re both liars.
you should have looked away that day our eyes first met. you should have told me to leave when all i wanted was to spend every waking moment right next to you. if you knew we didn’t even get a chance, that you were never going to keep me, you should have pushed me away before i felt your teeth sinking into my heart.
maybe we were both naive and stupid, but you always knew, didn’t you? i did too, but you can’t tell a lovestruck boy what he can and can’t do with his feelings. that’s what it is, isn’t it? i cared too much and you cared too little, or you just didn’t care about me more than you cared about letting me go.
war has never been kind but it feels less cruel than what you’ve done to me, and if i were to die tomorrow at least i wouldn’t have to think about you anymore.
saints, let your memory be purged from my body.
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this isn't a letter. this is a eulogy. and an apology.
i don’t want to hate you, but hate pours out when i write these. there’s nothing healing about wanting to say my piece to you, and getting nothing back. like arguing with a wall. at least i’d know if a wall was there. so, this is the last one, nikolai. there’s nowhere else for me to put my feelings down for you, so i’ll bury them in this ink and move on.
if i loved you once, i can no longer separate that love from the pain your absence has caused. there is nothing more empty than being faced with your silence, no greater frustration than knowing you’re out there somewhere and we walk the same earth on startlingly different roads. you were never mine, and i was always yours. but you didn’t ask for my love, and i’m sorry i gave it so easily. a lesson for next time.
i hope you get to see the ocean, nik. i hope whatever doubt that lives in your heart can be replaced by something or someone else. if one day i hear that you’ve done great things with your life, i want to hear your name from the mouth of a stranger and think only fondly of our times together. you deserve all of the love a country can give for a great prince, and an even greater man. but more than that, you deserve to be happy.
maybe someday, when we’ve both found a place to put our love, we can meet again. maybe by then we’ll be ready to call each other friend.
i won’t hold my breath, but i choose to believe there’s a silver lining here somewhere.
goodbye, mal.
#livingprophecy#livingprophecy ( nikolai )#[ what the fuck do i even tag this as DF;LKGSJDG;LDKJFGFD;GLKJGLKD ]#[ 3k words and for what??? to make you cry zee???? ]#first army au tbt.
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@livingprophecy said: “ you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now. ” / from HOPE >:)
Elijah only raised an eyebrow as he looked at his niece. She clearly was not okay, as she wouldn’t have switched her humanity off if she was doing WELL. However, no humanity did not mean no feelings. Just the absence of feeling bad or sad or morals. Really, the humanity switch was a TEMPORARY solution, one that young vampires often relied on too much. ( after all, all old vampires have their humanity well intact and cannot turn it off. they just do what they want anyway. )
“Or we can just have a conversation, Hope.” Elijah said, his tone even. “But to ease any concerns you may have, I’m not going to drag you home and try to force you to turn your humanity on. That is highly unproductive.” All that would achieve is making her angry with him, and if he did manage to get her to switch it on before she was ready then the pain she would be forced to deal with all at once… ( he remembered when he had been hit with over a thousand years of memories all at once, reliving every pain and loss in an instant. he would never force her to go through anything similar. )
The best he could do is make sure she doesn’t do anything that she would regret when eventually she did get back in touch with her humanity. “How about we talk over milkshakes. You still like the peanut butter blast with whipped cream on the bottom, yes?”
#livingprophecy#⚜️ i shall find a way or i will make one // in character#basically what we were talking about :D#also i'm counting this in my nano word count at this point lmfao#so that's why it's a bit wordy lol
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@livingprophecy, newt : ❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, though it’s in no way negative. wide eyes look almost relieved, overjoyed. how long has he desperately wanted something more to form here? waiting, pleading with himself to just hang on in case it ruined everything. but clearly that’s not the case, clearly newt wants this just as much as he does. butterflies flutter in his stomach and kurt finds himself entirely speechless. he doesn’t bother thinking of a reply, wouldn’t be able to form the right words. instead he just leans in and closes the gap, one hand gently cupping newt’s cheek as he kisses him. IT’S EVERYTHING HE EVER WANTED. soft and cautious, as if the words had been a fluke, as if he’d regretted it as soon as he said it. just to be safe, just in case he changes his mind. but for now, in this moment, all is good.
#the speed i replied to this once i saw it#livingprophecy#kurts simply weak for newt#answered.#answered prompts.#in character.#arc three.#livingprophecy 002.
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give me the caroline/steve smooch we deserve the full grab and everything 🔪🔪🔪
❝ okay but just like , you know , look out for him , okay ? ❞ it's ridiculous , she thinks , that she should AT ALL BE WORRIED over someone who's over a hundred years older than her and who is , arguably , one of the most highly trained assassins the world has ever seen . but bucky has quickly gone from someone she's beyond intimidated of to something of an older brother figure . ❝ i told him the same thing about you , by the way . and i packed you guys snacks just in case it turns into a disaster --- which it will , because i'm pretty sure none of you have ever gone on a mission that didn't turn into a disaster . ❞ oh god , she's rambling . which isn't exactly new . whenever she's around steve , she tends to be a bit of a mess . and when she's worried , she tends to be a bit of a mess . so right she supposes she's just... a double mess . and she's just opening her mouth to apologize for it when suddenly his mouth is on hers .
hands slip into her hair , her head tilts back , she feels like her entire world tips as she parts her lips enough to meet his kiss . her entire system short-circuits and her thoughts snag somewhere between what and steve rogers is kissing her . and , because she's pretty sure she's about to die , or maybe she already did , she figures there's no harm in letting her arms lift to loop around his neck so she can kiss him back . a small eternity later , he pulls back and brings all the air in her lungs with him . and all she can do is stare up at him , trying to piece together what just happened . ❝ um --- i ,❞ her voice shakes . breath wavers . if this is what death feels like , she really hopes no one ever revives her . ❝ you just... i mean was that... ❞ her eyes squeeze shut for a second as her head shakes , trying to shake the thoughts out of her head . ❝ you kissed me. ❞
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