Of Caer Ligualid

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. lavender. copper. turquoise. amber. magenta. midnight. jade green. neon yellow. neon green. tan.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. metal. spirit. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. [ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. acne. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. tongue. sweat. tears. feline. chubby-faced. curvy. short. tall. busty. normal height. muscular. makeup. piercing. tattoos. dimples. plastic surgery. dyed hair. painted nails. amputation. 

[ WEAPONS ] fists. brass knuckles. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knifes. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. razors. fighting fans. 

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. topaz. jade. agate. bismuth. geodes. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. faux fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. granite. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. fool’s gold. fossils. sea glass. 

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. pine trees. maple trees. palm trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. lilies. hibiscus. petals. thorns. seeds. vines. roots. hay. sand. rocks. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. swamps. rainforest. petrichor. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. shooting stars. rainbows. auroras. fjords. canyons. floods. droughts. thunderstorms. tornadoes. hurricanes. tsunamis. volcanoes. earthquakes. blizzards. meteors. constellations. comets. planets. seashells. driftwood. 

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. bears. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. zebras. giraffes. cats. dogs. bunnies. cows. sheep. pigs. goats. frogs. snails. praying mantises. butterflies. bees. wasps. crows. ravens. parrots. peacocks. mice. rats. hamsters. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. phoenix. dragons. foxes. llamas. camels. 

[FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. kombucha. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. lime. cherry. pineapple. strawberry. watermelon. cranberry. bananas. mango. coconut. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. cakes. desserts. chocolate. vanilla. hazelnut. peppermint. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. popcorn. pretzels. soda. burgers. burritos. pizza. pasta. ambrosia. lasagna. peanut butter. curry. bacon. soup. cheese. avocado. 

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. thievery. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. cosplay. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. blogging. vlogging. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. sitar. keyboard. drums. percussion. marching band. drama. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. partying. 

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. blazer. shirt. boots. sneakers. slip-ons. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. shorts. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. tie. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. bowties. canes. bows. 

[ MUSIC ] rock. pop. jazz. rap. r&b. hip-hop. funk. alternative. classical. trance. dubstep. edm. ebm. hardstyle. blues. latin. k-pop. j-pop. ambient. new age. metal. world fusion. dancehall. reggae. soca. punk. ska. singer-songwriter. folk. country. bluegrass. swing. opera. show tunes. a capella. minimalist. avant-garde. new wave. disco. baroque. symphonic metal. soundtrack. vaporwave. glitch. house. chillout. psychedelic rock. post-rock. cabaret. trip-hop. easy listening. trap. nightcore. indie. grunge. contemporary. black metal. metalcore. emo. screamo. rockabilly. parody. industrial. electro pop. 

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. fireworks. reflections. cityscape. cathedral. mosque. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. partner. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. lies. angels. demons. fairies. elves. gnomes. 

Tagged by: @bloodofthefates​

“Hmph.” Were he to notice the newly painted gaze, he might have found it an improvement. But he did not. The ruins of the Romans were just that; ruins, alien ones. They meant nothing to him. Perhaps, one day, he might try to understand.

Perhaps not.

“Wealth is measured in horses, not in pots.” Not in feeble brides, either, but what part of this did not sound foolish? The man must deserve this slight, for a pot to worry him so.

“Not for anything?” He hinted at a grin, eyes lit with mischief. It seemed watching the opponent writhe with envy was reward enough for the work. He could understand that.

“Wealth is measured in many things. How many ells of vaðmál do you earn per year?” A dark brow raised. Her own wealth was shown in silver chains and beads of clear glass, rare and imported from beyond rome, if merchants were to be trusted. They rarely were, but they had earned adoration from ladies at the last feast she’d attended, no matter their origin. 

Gisela: Well, Odin hung from a tree for a week with a spear in his side for knowledge, you can eat your vegetables.

“Depends on the man.” A pot of that size would be far from practical, but neither were egos in similar proportion. Such lengths could not surprise him. He leaned a hip against the hewn frame of the door, eyes watching with interest for all that the rest of him portrayed. Long, plaited hair betrayed that he was no Saxon. That did nothing to explain his confusion. Then, again, he did not know the man who would be so offended by a newly polished vase.

“How?” Was it possible that, today, he would learn new ways of causing strife?

Her rival was certainly the type of man to compensate that much. Already Gisela had noted his dog, Aldhelm, sniffing around as she uncovered mosaics and breathed life into the fading paint on the marble walls. This pot, something that could be removed from the home, would be the last straw. She carefully brushed on more of the pattern, filling in where time had washed things away in a manner less noticeable than the timber filling in where marble had crumbled. While her skin prickled at the oddness of her companion--not quite a Saxon, but not quite Dane, either--her long-laid plan was too prominent in her mind. 

nonsexual acts of dominance

“Thank you.” The lady murmured, though she waited to reach for the cup. Caution was what had kept her alive for so long, and Gisela expected another interrogation. Or taunts, with the youthful confidence of the Dane she sat with. She was nearly the same age, of course, but necessity had demanded a woman from her far too early. Only unbound hair and an empty home kept her from truly crossing that point between maidenhood and womanhood. Her dark eyes looked into his, her brows pulling together ever so slightly, searching for any hidden motive. Nothing was just a drink. 

Hel waited for acknowledgement of her request and thankfully took the arm that was offered. As they walked away, she very covertly lowered her free hand and pulled it just behind her back. She made a gesture almost like she was going to make a fist but never got that bare before her fingers stilled in a sharp bend. The ceaseless entities intended to follow but they found their feet would not carry them as though they had stood too long in wet earth and it had dried and trapped them there. She relinquished a tiny, shaky sigh of relief as they got further and further from their unrelenting voices. The reprieve of soft grass blowing in dull wind and far distant voices was like a cool wet cloth to her forehead. Such relief. Hel nodded her head briefly and offered Gisela a grateful smile, “It does. Thank you.” Hel chuckled softly, “I appreciate your understanding. I do genuinely want to hear it, though. All that you have to say is interesting to me.” She lowered herself down and leaned her back against the tree as she deftly brushed out the skirt of her dress. She again looked at her companion with an assuring smile, “I am sure that I might listen better now.” 

‘Just breathe’  

It seemed impossible, the world splitting in two as it was. Her heart long-broken over this moment, it was all Gisela could do to scream, “No!” But this time there was no Guthred to claw towards, this time no Eadred to steal away her precious sticks and crack them in a flame. No, her entire body was aflame with pain, destroyed by its own creation. 

“No!” Gisela growled again, and then a wave of nothingness washed over her. The pain was gone, but so was the air in her lungs. She was beyond her body, watching her maids realize what had come to pass. They rushed not to save her; for she was beyond helping. Too much blood gone from an already frail body was her undoing, but they hoped to save the child. Gisela doubted they would. The sticks had only told of three, and those three stars were already living, distracted in the other room by the golden lady.

Her neck was finally freed of the invisible noose that was present since she’d first cast the sticks to see her fate. Everything was stillness and cold, her skin covered with gooseflesh. Was it still her skin? Her body felt separate from what she was aware of, and dark eyes looked into eternity, wide and glassy. Eternity stared back, in a visage much more comforting than she’d ever pictured.