#mightyecho

[warbornhq]

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 .

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[remmbrance]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐀:          @triumphends​          +          @mightyecho​

HILDA.      ——        ❛❛    I was just hiding. I find I live longer that way    ❜❜

TAVRA.      ——       ❛❛    the longer you hide from it, the longer the shadow grows, until all you can see is darkness.    ❜❜

❛     tavra’s  correct  .     ❜  genya  adds  ,  and  there’s  a  steel  in  her  voice  that’s  missing  when  they  stand  apart  ,  replaced  by  demureness  of  a  lady  .  she  speaks  little  in  the  day  unless  spoken  to  ,  choosing  to  listen  and  pick  her  words  carefully  .  this  is  not  the  time  for  playing  games  ,  for  with  them  she  is  no  viper  in  the  grass  but  a  lion  among  her  pride  .  they  are  strongest  together  ,  as  long  as  they  assure  not  to  lie  to  one  another  .  but  in  this  moment  she  feels  as  a  lion  circling  the  weakest  of  them  ,  checking  her  signs  of  life  .  ❛     hiding  is  only  useful  for  so  long  ,  and  you  are  no  fool  to  truly  believe  that  it  will  keep  you  alive  .  no  less  are  you  a  coward  .  but  ,     ❜  a  pause  as  she  watches  their  bonds  grow  taut  .  ❛     if  you  are  ,  hilda  ,  perhaps  you  shouldn’t  be  here  .     ❜

[pariahisms]

🏰 - tavra n iris

                         iris illes & tavra caro                                 ft. princesses don't cry aviva

" a princess doesn't cry (no-o), over monsters in the night. don't waste our precious time on boys with pretty eyes. girls so pretty and poised and soft to the touch. but god made me rough. " @mightyecho

[thcwandcrcr]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @mightyecho​ 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: training grounds 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓: right when the swapping magic hits

          Of course Aleksei brought his trusty knives to a sword fight. Aidan shouldn’t be surprised seeing his brother suddenly pull out a knife and coming right at him. “This is cheating, we didn’t agree on this!” he laughed as he dodged and blocked Aleksei’s attacks. But he had to admit, he was good, even better than with a sword. It took some time, but Aidan noticed a tiny flaw in Aleksei’s movements, which he exploited and knocked his brother on his ass. A bit out of breath, Aidan gave his brother a hand to help him get up. “That was pretty good, actually. One thing though, I’d suggest you t—” he was cut short by a sudden weird feeling in his chest. It was like his heart slowed down for a moment, followed by a brief moment of weakness, and then it was gone. But so was something else. His powers. He couldn’t feel them. Aidan lifted his hand and looked at it, he tried to turn his hand into dragon’s claw, but he couldn’t. “Aleksei... Something is wrong,” he breathed, worry and growing panic clear in his voice.

[innsidious]

❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . (aleksei n claudia)

as  he  draws  a  dagger  knowingly  and  lips  pucker  in  amusement  before  falling  into  laughter.  "  oh,  baby  boy,  "  surging  forward  in  a  colorful  blur  hand  finds  his  wrist  to  take  a  grip.  she's  juiced  on  dungeon  blood  but  its  left  a  sour  taste  in  her  mouth.  it  lacked  nutrients,  vitality,  that  aleksei  surged  with.  "  nah  ah  ah,  "  her  touch  is  damn  near  crushing  if  anymore  force  is  exalted  she  may  break  something.  his  fingers  grow  white  and  pale  as  body  races  to  supply  blood  she's  so  arrogantly  cutting  off.  "  you're  my  plaything.  consider  it  a  honor.  "  (  ego,  much  )  "  you  give  me  something,  and  in  return  i  provide  for  you.  don't  i?  "  nailed  fingertips  grasp  at  his  other  wrist  to  bring  it  to  her  lips.  the  blade  in  his  other  hand  must  of  fallen  because  steel  clanks  to  the  ground  as  fangs  slowly  slip  in  examination  for  him.  further  confirming  whatever  fears  his  mind  as  concocted.  meeting  his  fearful  gaze  fangs  (  gingerly,  somehow  )  slip  into  his  skin  achingly  slow.  venom  pumping  into  the  vein  she'd  connected  with.  claudia  knows  his  high  will  be  on  the  horizon  as  his  consciousness  will  slip.  hold  on  his  wrist  softens  but  in  another  surge  of  spinning  color  she's  throwing  his  frame  back  and  into  some  kind  of  dresser.  a  array  of  candles  and  a  silver  tray  housing  cups  clatters  to  the  ground.  "  isn't  this  fun  my  dear  aleksei?  when  the  hunter  becomes  the  hunted.  "  a  brilliant  grin  offered  in  dimming  candlelight.  she  retains  her  beauty  in  all  her  horror.  the  love  bite  brings  forth  fresh  blood  and  claudia  takes  the  offer,  kissing  and  mewling  at  his  skin.  icy  blonde  falls  to  veil  her  face  from  him  as  she  trails  her  affection  upwards  to  the  thin  hook  of  skin  atop  the  crook  connecting  his  arm  and  forearm.  fangs  sink  slowly  once  more,  pumping  more  venom  into  his  bloodstream.  icy  tongue  flicking  out  to  salvage  more  warmth  offered.  lifting  slowly  she  mashes  her  lips  together  coated  in  crimson  with  a  soft  moan.  "  you're  just  too  good  to  let  go.  "  glancing  at  the  candle  that  offered  light  to  them  placed  neatly  on  the  wall  she  pulls  pale  lips  together  in  a  delighted  o,  exhaling  and  blowing  out  the  candle  to  shield  them  in  darkness.  she  brings  his  grasped  wrists  to  her  waist  and  releases  him  seeing  no  threat  as  she  knew  his  high  was  to  take  him.  with  a  laugh  of  joy  she  stretches  her  jaw  as  fangs  fully  extend  prior  softness  fleeting  as  teeth  roughly  pierce  down  latching  onto  his   neck  . *

[thcphocnix]

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger (from tavra)

          Chaos. There was chaos everywhere she looked. Ottolan soldiers managed to invade the Keep again and a massive fight broke out, Celia being one of those, who were fighting them off. It seemed to be worse than it was before when they attacked with real dragons. Screams, swords clanking, panic. But amidst all that Celia noticed an ottolan soldier fighting with a lady and kicking her to the ground. She saw him already raise his sword to attack, when she yelled. “Hey, dickface!!” she yelled and the man looked at her, confused. Celia took the opportunity to jump in front of the lady and deflect the man’s attack. “How DARE you attack someone that’s on the ground and worst of all - a lady!” Anger dripped from her words as she struck back with all her might, making the soldier take a step back. “That is rude! You have no manners at all!” Celia’s anger got even more fiery with each additional strike aiming at the soldier until she took her diamond form and delivered the last punch knocking him out cold.

[thcwandcrcr]

@eliseadamar​ I wanted to say “look at these two talking about you!” but... WHAT IF THIS IS WAAAAY INTO THE FUTURE AND THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT AIDAN AND ELISE’S DAUGHTER IT FITS SO WELL!!

"She was then, and still is to me the most beautiful thing in the world." (( aleksei & aidan ))

✧ — — MOVIE QUOTES // @thcwandcrcr​

— he can’t remember the last time he saw aidan look so soft. perhaps if he looked back in his memory- if he squinted- he could see flashes of that same softness— the day of the wedding and aidan’s grin just before he wrapped aleksei in a hug; the day they’d said goodbye to genya when she left for the academy. even more distant memories- hazy with time and age- of a young teenaged aidan, premature silver streaking through dark locks, cradling their newborn sister, singing softly under his breath; a child aidan with wild, dark curls and bright blue eyes that laughed as he wrapped his arms around a much smaller aleksei in a hug that would become a touchstone memory for the younger frey as he grew older. flashes, sure— but he’d never seen this softness with such clarity on his brother’s face. it was an open vulnerability; it was pure, unfiltered love. 

the inherent younger brother urge to tease rises in his chest but he stomps it out before it can even twist his expression into that smirk. aidan deserved softness—he deserved that feeling of rest. because that’s what that love feeling is for him— love was a safe place to land, where you could lay down weary bones and rest knowing that you didn’t need to look over your shoulder; that for a moment you could breathe, shielded by someone’s concern and care for you. 

aidan had fought in a war. he’d provided for their family. he’d lived an entire lifetime doing what he had to and now, he could take a moment to rest. and aleksei is almost overwhelmed with how happy he is that aidan gets that. ( overwhelmed with the almost impossible idea that one day he’d get that too. ) 

“well,” his voice is soft and he smiles at aidan, “that’s a good thing— it would be a shame if you thought she were ugly. how would you even bring that up?” 

alright— he couldn’t help from teasing for long. 

[bluepathos]

( event ) closed starter for @mightyecho​ !

“ ... ” he’s tightlipped, pacing ever so cautiously with his gaze from scroll to scroll to worn book pages still barely holding together with remnants of glue --something so ironically mirroring the ever - withering situation of the realm that was supposed to be home to the saintly gifted ones and that yet seemed to have misfortune and tragedy befall on them as if tying to chip away glue from said old worn pages, something voiced and yet unheard from sovereign enslaved by madness ; a painful sight that still drilled numbly like ache to his neck and emptiness on his core where once nurturing shadows lingered, something that didn’t help in his search of a trace, a hint of existence of a vrajiit or an event that would mirror in the past what had just happened.

and of course, that meant zixuan wasn’t expecting visits. unless it was to call someone for his usual tea refill, or dear princess lumina seeking for answers to give temporary satisfaction to her hunger for knowledge, no one except for the dead memoirs of a past somehow doomed to happen --but alas, fate just seemed to make everything ‘round him take the most unexpected turns, his gaze betraying a little bit of surprise when lord that once was childhood companion manifested within dim confines of archives. “ ... rohan ? what are you doing here ? ”

[offortis]

@mightyecho​ 

Zareen seemed to have calm herself enough that the plants around her finally stopped exploding to life with her every breath. She was sitting on the floor, head against the cool stone walls as she focused on her breathing, but a strange feeling came over her and she turned to see someone else there. She thought she had been imagining that the man had been nearby so often recently, but now she was far too paranoid of everything to stay quiet. “You there,” she called out as she got back onto her feet to stand. “Have you been following me?” she asked, because she was certain it wasn’t because of her new uncontrolled power. “Who sent you?” she asked now, her eyes wide with panic at the chance he was working for Moire. The thought that the woman might not like Zareen working so closely to her family did cross her mind.

[reddit-lpt]

LPT: when you are dicing onions do it one eye closed. One eye hurting is better than two. Also you can switch if it gets too bad for the open eye.

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[warbornhq]

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 .

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[remmbrance]

aleyna :

@mightyecho​         /        ❝    i   wonder   if   you’ve   even   thought   of   your   own   wedding   ,   my   lord   .   i   believe   garments   of   the   finest   scarlets   would   do   wonders   for   your   complexion   .   ❞

[thcwandcrcr]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @mightyecho (( aleksei )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception

          There was a small voice at the back of his head wondering maybe Aleksei wouldn’t show up. They did talk a few days ago, but he was still a little worried. That night when Aidan told his brother about the engagement he was overjoyed to be able to share these amazing news with him, and Aidan wanted to spend this day with the people who he loved the most, Aleksei being one of the,. of course.

          When he noticed Aleksei among the people, he felt relieved, and he walked up to him right away. He pulled his brother’s smaller frame into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you came,” he confessed in a low voice. “Thank you,” Aidan let go of him and took a step back. “I hope you didn’t come alone,” he said with a smile, one brow slightly tilted in question. Aleksei never spoke of his love life, but when Aidan spoke about his feelings for Elise, he could see Aleksei’s eyes change, as if there was someone his heart yearned for.

[thcphocnix]

“ sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before. it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new. ” (polgara & celia)

          She paused for a moment to think and for what Polgara said to fully sink in. “Those are wise words, but I don’t think I’m ready to build something new. I can’t. I don’t want to. Before the execution I was a respected courtesan, but now people look at me like I will betray them any moment. I am not a spy, nor a traitor. I just want my life back, one I had before this. Business has also taken a hit and...” she hesitated a little. “...I don’t know if I still want to do this. At least for now. I don’t know, it’s just.... it’s hard.”

[bluepathos]

( event ) - closed starter for @mightyecho​ !

it was all chaos. screeches and confusion echoing all over corridors, causing trained senses beyond any gift from divines that could and couldn’t exist for all he could care for --enough to have him tense when indeed, nothing seemed to come forth when he’d try to summon silence for himself and those oh so loud surroundings delivering all the same message over and over. “ vrajiits losing their nature, what kind of fucking sorcery is this ... ?! ” trying again within mutters and sharp teethed clench of jaw to summon the dread of silence --but nothing, once more it was voices above voices. 

all he was thankful for, in that very moment, was for protegé and child of kingshand to be still where he’s left her, worry a glimpse in ever so frustratingly stern face whose interest was to look for anything that would betray a trick, a mockery, anything that would make such a menace more akin to dreams than realities. “ ... i am to assume it has affected you as well, am i right ? any symptom to be noted ? ”

[remmbrance]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐀:          @thcwandcrcr​          +          @mightyecho​

AIDAN.     ——       ❛❛    i’m  not  entirely  sure  what’s  happening  right  now …    ❜❜

❝    a  friend  of  mine  would  call  it  a  peace  offering  .    ❞  

that  was  what  all  soldiers  were  fighting  for  after  all  ,  right  ?  to  end  the  war  and  find  peace  .  and  while  the  frey  siblings  are  not  at  war  ,  nor  are  they  at  peace  .  the  ground  beneath  their  feet  is  ever  shifting  as  they  face  the  world  ,  and  no  amount  of closing  ranks  upon  themselves  will  help  anything  .

❝    uh  ,  it’s  not  much  but                   uh  ,  shit  .    ❞  they’d  all  loved  one  another  so  much  ,  once  .  not  to  say  the  love  had  been  lost  over  the  years  ,  but  it  had  been  hidden  away  .  at  least  ,  in  genya’s  part  .  there  could  be  no  room  for  love  ,  or  ties  to  home  ,  when  one  risked  their  life  each  day  -  throwing  themselves  into  enemy  territory  with  no  exit strategy  .  but  even  if  that  isn’t  over  with  ,  being  around  them  both  is  forcing  her  to  step  beyond  the  walls  she’s  built  to  make  the  effort  .  they’d  both  done  so  much  for  her  in  her  childhood  ,  and  perhaps  she  owes  them  .  she’d  invited  them  ,  both  of  them  ,  to  a  rooftop  terrace  in  order  to  air  out  what  needed  releasing  .    ❝    it’s  really  not  much  .  i  just  know  i  needed  to  see  you  .  both  of  you  .    ❞