#𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫

[herold-andrastes]

[lost-soul-in-time]

✅ "...help..." The revenant mumbles its first word in ages, staring off into the distance.

Edith was hoping that, if Aaron were to be able to, his first word wouldn’t be something as woeful as a call for help.

Looking up from her written-down instructions, she stares at the revenant as if he’d emerged from the darkness of the room. Waits a moment or two and listens for more.

Anything…

“Don’t worry, Aaron.” Edith finally speaks up after time has passed, voice barely above a whisper yet firm with assertiveness as she glances back down at her book. The thing which would change everything; for better or for worse is yet to be known. “I’m going to help you.”

If one door opens, another always closes.

Do you know what you’re doing? she asks herself internally.

No, not entirely. But I will.

[lost-soul-in-time]

"Please, don't thank me. It's far from necessary. I'll... leave it right here for whenever you feel ready." Edith places the bowl of food on the small table beside the bed along with the water, images of barely-hidden trembling and a persistent frown plaguing her mind.

It's not difficult to see Ace isn't feeling as alright as he had previously insisted. She knows better than most what self-deception looks like. But she couldn't force any information out of him. What kind of person would that make her?

There's a moment where she's silent, debating whether to leave or say something else until the latter ends up winning her internal debacle.

"I'm Edith. Anything other than my name won't be needed to address me." She breaks the quiet of the still room with her voice, tone always carrying that unbearable amount of kindness and understanding which infuriated Oliver.

"If you need anything at all, that's who you can ask for... could I ask for your name in return?"

When Ace flinches away from her touch, she nearly does the same, slightly frightened, as if she’s somehow harmed him without actually touching him. He doesn’t seem to be in pain, however, so she pulls her hands away in respect for his choices.

“I’m so sorry, I wish I could do something…” Her voice is laced with regret, praying that the Gods will send down a bolt of lighting or anything that’ll heighten her knowledge with this type of wound.

Her mother had taught her all she could, but she never was able to live up to her potential in Witchcraft. With only abilities in the basics, in makes her wish she had pushed herself further into becoming like her.

Maybe she could’ve done something then.

“Well… I brought you something to eat, if you’re interested?” In an attempt to make up for her uselessness in one area, she makes her way back over to her bag and pulls out a bowl covered with a cloth to preserve the warmth of the meal. Dinner had been earlier today, so she brought what was left along with some water.

“It was just in case you were hungry. You must be, right?”

[tenero-sole]

Colin,

𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩����𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬. 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞��𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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[chemical-iran]

𝐃𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 – 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦��𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐩-𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! 🌊 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐓𝐏𝐃 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 🏭💼 𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬? 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟓 𝐤𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬. 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐤? 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝟏 𝐌𝐓 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝. ⚓🛢️ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝟎𝟎𝟗𝟖 𝟐𝟏 𝟒𝟒𝟑𝟒𝟑𝟔𝟓𝟒 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞! 📞📧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: https://www.chemicaliran.com/products/sodium-sulphide-flakes-60/

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regional verses.

these are less proper verses and more side-branches off of xayah’s main story that involve a little more world travel, but since they come with character information and such, i’m going to give them their own tags and their own post.

v.   bring down the towers ; tear down the walls. ( firelight / zauntover )

Xayah came to Zaun looking to free a group of captured Vastaya before the poachers who had taken them had the chance to take them away to Noxus. Along the way, she ran into Ekko and the firelight gang—they promised to help her free the other Vastaya, and in return, she promised to help the Firelights take down one of the local chembarons. Their first mission was a success, and after the Vastayan captives were freed back to Ionia, Xayah returned to make good on her promise, and has spent her time since working with the Ekko and his gang.

v.    never love an anchor. ( bilgewater )

Kiirah of Lhotlan disappeared around one-hundred and fifty years ago, chronologically. According to Xayah’s father, she had run afoul of some sort of demon or dark spirit while trying to protect her people from magical starvation, and disappeared when she went to pursue this entity southward, over the seas. Now, with most of her family long gone, Xayah has made her way to Bilgewater, following the trail of the one bit of family she might still have left— ( and, of course, wasted no time gaining some infamy as the Violet Raven in streetfights and bar brawls. )

[lost-soul-in-time]

In the several minutes it takes Merrick to draw the sigil, Oliver is as patient as ever while Edith is barely hanging on by a thread from stopping herself from disturbing the witch’s concentration. She’s long since strayed away from the bookshelves and made her way back to her brother, hands folded in front of her as he she tilts her head this was and that to get a proper view of what being drawn without getting too close.

A hand lightly but firmly takes her own and stops her from stepping too close and possibly interrupting, and it’s the first time her smile falters and sulks as Oliver silently mouths at her to stay beside him. It had to be a crime to stop her from fanning over such display of magic and not get closer to study it. It was a crime in her eyes, at least. Fortunately, her brother isn’t forced to keep her in check for much longer before the lines and marking are suddenly being lit by only a few words.

And Edith is mesmerized, if not by the way her expression lights up and she grins over at Oliver. Her grip on his hand tightens considerably, but he barely bats an eye. While his enthusiasm isn’t as obvious as her own, there’s a satisfied glint in his eye when Merrick finishes, impressed by the display.

“Of course. I’ve gathered potential suspects and recent mishaps that will hopefully be of use to you during your investigation.” Reaching into the deep pocket of his coat, he makes his way towards a table and begins organizing the prepared information he’s gathered for Merrick. While distracted, Edith takes this opportunity to make her way back over to the witch, curiosity and admiration gaining the best of her.

“That was fascinating.” She speaks in a softer tone to not gain the attention of her brother while she momentarily intervened. “You make it seem so effortless. How do you do it? You barely flinched, if at all.”

Oliver remains out at the center of the room as he watches Merrick examine the space around them, gaze flickering occasionally from the lit fireplace to the rows of books that are just waiting to be opened. As children, he didn't come here often, but when he did it was only to appease Edith once they'd gotten on friendly terms. He would sit and listen to her mother tell stories, at times staying back to watch the minuscule spells Amelia would teach her daughter.

They'd stopped coming here a long time ago.

Rows of tattoos unveiling themselves appear out of the corner of his eye, and he glances back in the witch's direction to examine them. He hasn't the slightest clue of what any of it means; he'd bet Edith at least had a book somewhere regarding a few of the markings. Even if they're foreign for him to see, they still paint her skin so naturally as if they had always meant to be there.

He refuses to admit he lingers on the ones disappearing underneath her corset.

When she turns to face him, he’s already looking to the large window instead, nodding in acknowledgement and to allow her to apply her sigil. “You may.” His tone is even, but he still takes a step forward to watch the process.

Edith is entirely indecisive regarding where her attention should be, one hand leaving the shelf of books to lean down and shower Artemis in it instead. Both hands gently scratch behind his ears and drift to the top of his head, smiling down at the feline like he's a priceless gem. "What a handsome man you are." She affectionately murmurs, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his head before looking up with newfound attentiveness at Merrick.

[polymath-wannabe]

𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫.

𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠— 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫...𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭— 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

[ifaabeyo]

𝐒𝐨 𝗴𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝗴𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (at Utica, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU5OqKdFtGj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lost-soul-in-time]

Edith has been busy lately, and it’s only now that she’s emerged from her cocoon of information in the restricted area of the library.

As much as her abilities may have begun to prosper with time and attention to detail, she’s still not fluent in her power. There are areas which she cannot tread to alone, spells she can’t control as well as someone with more experience may. That’s what leads her to wait for Merrick in her assigned room of work, hands holding onto the reason she’s here in the first place.

She knows the answer is in here, she just— she only needs to open it and prove that her instinct is correct. Black arts were something she never wanted to work with, especially seeing the affects of it with her brother, but it would only be this once. If her mother didn’t dispose of it, she must have known it would be of use to her someday, right?

The leather of the book possessed a subtle sheen over the black exterior and, although increasingly supple, the charmed lock over it allowed for not a single soul to see its contents. There’s a red hue over Edith’s fingertips, evidence of her burns from her own attempts at making the lock give way.

It would work.

She waits.

@merrick-of-violet

[lost-soul-in-time]

There's a universe out there where Oliver is the only child to be taken in by the King and he lives out his life as the prince of the Kingdom. He's oblivious to his Father's hidden misdeeds.

That doesn't mean there still isn't a villain terrorizing the land. A very familiar face...

:)

[lost-soul-in-time]

Aaron's not healing. And his mind has not properly glued itself back together, either. But he remains close to Edith, and is hostile to anything that might threaten her. Of course, he doesn't always know what is a hostile and what isn't.

The revenant has apparently very strong opinions about chickens.

Not many thoughts, just barely enough to stay near Edith. She's important, even if he can't remember why.

Edith and Aaron have been staying at a cottage outside of town.

It’s been difficult, trying to reason with Aaron to allow her to leave the grounds alone when he’s been stuck to her hip since they left the castle, especially when his consciousness has deteriorated below human comprehension. She hates having to hide him, but he’s obligated to stay in one of the room when someone passes by.

She couldn’t take the risk of him hurting anyone.

Luckily, Edith’s acquired work in the center of town. The owner of a tavern has agreed to pay her in exchange for entertainment. It doesn’t pay her what she’d like, but she doesn’t mind. It’s enough to feed them both, and that’s what matters.

Aldo comes by once a week, the most he’ll allow himself to. He brings her anything she can’t buy herself along with the books she had left behind in her hurry. He’s weary of Aaron, but he knows to keep a sufficient distance between the two of them as to prevent any attacks.

She doesn’t know what to do, where to go, what her future plans should be. There’s been murmur around the village, of increasing deaths of criminals and innocents alike. Edith knows all too well who’s been the one to draw the blade.

Edith sits at the desk, Aaron seated beside her. Something catches her attention in one of her books.

She had promised herself she’d never mingle in dark magic, but… if that’s the only way to stop Oliver’s cruel rampage…

The page is bookmarked and memorized.

[lost-soul-in-time]

The revenant is following Edith like a lost dog. His hands grip his own, patched cloak, and he stares at her. Following. He doesn't know what else to do.

It's barely dawn when they've finally left.

Edith's own cloak shields her from the crisp air as she steps out through the main entrance, and Aldo's finished hauling the remainder of her things into the back of the wooden carriage. The only light comes from the candles he's graciously lit for them.

"Travel safely, My Lady." Aldo speaks, voice low as if anything above a whisper would awaken the darkness inside the palace. "I will aid you in any way possible. Your word is my command."

"And you'll have a place to stay if you ever change your mind." Edith solemnly replies in return, wrapping her arms around her dear friend for the last time until they meet again. When that will be, she isn't sure. Aldo's decided to stay, and while she doesn't fully understand why, she has no other choice but to respect his own.

With one last smile in his direction, she turns towards Aaron. He stands still and watches her, not a single word uttered, and Edith tells herself she's going to fix this. She'll do anything, she just... has to try, at least. "Come now. It's time to leave."

As if treating a delicate artifact, her hands gently hold his arms and guide him up into the carriage, one step at a time, sitting him down and sighing heavily. Before she closes the door, she gives the castle one last look. It stands tall and strong as any fortress should, but this place wasn't just a fortress to her. It was her home, for so long.

Not anymore.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, and with a deep breath in, she closes off her contact with the souls who reside inside.

Her family didn't live there anymore. They died a long time ago. It was time she came to terms with that.

[lost-soul-in-time]

Good job, Edith. Maybe there's a drop of good in your bloodline after all.

“It’s the least I can do, isn’t it?”

Edith felt as if a weight had been lifted from her when she’d returned the cloak to its owner, yet watching him reduced to a wordless pet who only knew how to wail desperately for what was his was heartbreaking. The person he had been in the past had been erased from his memory.

Or maybe… maybe not. Maybe if she continued to do things for him, coax him into a new person, he could still leave while it was possible. It could be done, it had to be, right?

Oliver wouldn’t be the end of him. She wouldn’t let him.

[lost-soul-in-time]

For pity's sake, stop being a coward and just help the poor monster. No one asked you to give him his freedom, you're just making excuses for your inaction and secondhand cruelty. You know how to sew, don't you?

Do something, for once.

Ouch.

Edith doesn't reply to your rather harsh words. Perhaps they are deserved. Instead of looking in your direction (whether because she's ashamed or not is unclear), she glances over at the basket resting carefully over a pile of books. It's where she keeps her needles and threads.

She stands and stares at it, wringing her hands together. Hesitating.

Finally, a hand reaches out and takes it. She should find Aaron.

What Oliver didn't know, Oliver wouldn't mind.

[lost-soul-in-time]

Hey uh, what'd you find there, Edith? Nothing too… extreme, is it?

“I don’t… know yet.”

Although Edith is one who attempts to never lie, it still eats at her from the inside. She’s supposed to be the one who knows the territory she’s stepping into, and for her to falter and be uncertain of yet another aspect in her life is— it’s disheartening.

Edith’s grip on the book tightens slightly. She looks down at it.

This was her chance not just to prove herself, but to truly help. Make a difference.

“But I will, soon. I won’t rest until I do.”

That wasn’t hyperbole. When Edith sets her mind to something, she wouldn’t stop until it was accomplished.

Even if that meant betraying the trust of her only family.