#unremote

[deandacosta]

unremot https://t.co/cDjge1g9Mq

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[luxmaeastra]

Vasiya watched Rigelus by candlelight. The lightning twisting and coiling along his fingers. He looked to her and reached for her fingers showing her the movements.

"The movements may look random but we pull on the threads all around us. The leylines bring energy to everything. It's how we move through the world? Do you feel it?"

She pulled her fingers away reaching for her glass of wine. Her eyes shutting close.

"Whatever you think you're teaching me Rigelus isn't going to work. Don't you think my family tried? I won't be like them, like you. I -"

Her eyes opened and she swallowed those jagged and broken words. She would not break with him. Who was he to see that side of her. He watched her finally moving when she didn't speak. She watched him move around the small study.

"Maybe you haven't tapped in your powers enough."

Her jaw clenched and she called on the fire twisting them to her desires and directing them at Rigelus. It was a sloppy, wild move. One he didn't much struggle with dispelling. She felt something in her snap. That infallible, unremotness.

She stood letting the chair fall. She stalked toward him, a thing of ice and marble.

"Do you never get surprised? Do you never feel? Do -"

"Do you think I don't Vasiya?"

He stepped toward her, his own eyes glittering with quiet fury. She felt the heat of the candles reignite but she didn't feel them bend to her command.

Rigelus still held them and he glared at her. It only made her angrier. How could he feel nothing in the nightmare they lived? How could be so cold when they saw what they did everyday?

"You're angry are you not going to keep pushing Vasiya? Or have I broken you too?"

Maybe it was the fire whispering to her. Or maybe it was the shadows reveling things to her as they played along his face. She stepped closer, the quiet heat of his power twisting through the space between them.

"You're afraid."

His eyes widened and narrowed. He snorted his voice grim.

"Aren't you? You see the same carnage I do aren't you afraid? Don't you wish to run? To hide in the stories and books you grew up in? Don't you yearn for a simpler time? Maybe not at our zenith but one where we weren't reduced to this...this marring and dirty way of fighting. We are tasked to fight like them when we used to be able to rend skies and shape entire planets. And they ask us to fight like the common prey. Doesn't it scare you how far we have fallen and how much there is left to go?"

This was the issue with these Asteri, those who she really did not view as similar to herself, they were of a different mindset. She had recognized it even with her father, or those he kept in his company. There was a disconnect which she couldn't shake, one she couldn't ignore.

Vasiya rolled her eyes at the pretty little speech that he made, her arms folded as she turned to walk away. "That is the issue with you and your kind, you talk as if we are similiar but we are not. You still talk as if you are better than everyone else, you want to take steps back instead of move forwards."

He may have viewed it as fallen, but she viewed it as evolving and adapting. As much as her father spoke in disdain about Lumas and his family, she had heard promising things about one of their children at least. Someone who seemed to see more than what they were all being taught and told, and then there was Autumn as well, Winter.

"If you just want to be scared for the rest of your life, if you want to keep going back to the past, then I don't think I will benefit from these lessons."

[meth-uselah]

Canada day mori kei wedding

Afternoon ~🇨🇦~ holiday theme, 12pm to 1am, July 1. Furnishings should be a tented mattress in the largest parcel of maple-woods you can find that's publicly accessible but unremote and still rarely accessed where you plan to be (maybe a friend's farm, Thoreau style). Pack a picnic and cart in that mattress, exchange vows under the maples and the shining sun and again under the fairy lights and the shining stars; "Well it's a festive day and we have it off for the holiday, so for the wedding why not register a kind of thank-you with our style choices? We have these shawls after all, and we're doing a scared grove mattress(/mosquito net) hand-truck-in anyway. We'll do a maple forest so we can see the light shine through the beautiful big green leaves. I love living here, can we play that one Sloan song on the bus-ride up?" "So you can scream that lyric about how you 'know that you'll be living it in Canada'? You said you're not a nationalist." "I'm not, I'm festive."