bleed lightning.

“It is not often, unfortunately, that I am granted an onze of hope or joy and when it does so rarely occur, there is always someone at the ready to devour it.” He poises still, pausing in his little explanation for the remainder of the moment.

“There is no dramatism, I save that exclusively for my work. I am very well aware of the poor state of the world, and am no stranger to pessimism, and how seldom things go right, so to speak… Still - I would much like to enjoy a fleeting moment of joy before it passes me by, from time to time.” Heavens knew how dire he felt the remainder.

     it's terrible how words spill clumsy from theldra's tongue and others wield them with such pinpoint precision. the difference between artist and magician. she flinches, arms tightening around herself with each thing said.

it’s that fairy magic. stunts ur growth.

she’s drinking the same water as the twins. they’re all weirdly short for their race.

she’s a runt

she’s a distant and long lost cousin of cid and they got the same short gene

     i stay empty i feel the hunger . so simple when I was younger      i awaken with the thunder . a bold statement to end my slumber

theldra: let’s cure the blighted by injecting them with darkness. even out the aether imbalance. no i dont know how we’re gonna make it work.

estinien just shoves some poor black mage over, holds her at stabbing point, and then doESNT even help her up after learning she’s not an enemy?? who raised you, a buncha wolves??

meeting these awful jester ladies and i know theldra would look at them and just go: “let me in the fancy city or die” she is tired of these games. speaking of, she would be moritifed to be called Smelly and considered a pauper.

also speaking of, i think theldra’s dignity and personal ego have just been broken by this point in sbs. “say dramatic things to summon the pixie” “dance on the stage” “put on this clown nose and wig and honk”

olixia is absolutely delighted by the pixies up until the whole “what do you mean these leaf stones use to be people”. anyways she gets along very well with them. they’re like evil versions of sylph. but also what DO YOU MEAN the leafstones were PEOPLE. 

i would die for baby minfilia and the pixie you sold your soul to. feo ul. both of them. very good. the pure baby rage feo ul expresses is a delight.

thank u than.cred for cutting off ur rattail. thank u uri.anger for existing. cant wait to find ‘shtola.

i should start character journaling to keep track of my thoughts and how my chars respond to everything.

     an old scar, etched into the back of his hand and faded with time: eleazar scrapes his nails against it, an answer caught somewhere in the pale edges. fight what you can and fight what you can't -

    what about when violence is the comfort?

                                   the totter-grass fairy

you are resilience personified; no matter the hardships you've faced, you're still standing. you may be somewhat reserved, but your presence gives others hope. have faith in your own ability to survive, you've overcome so much — but be gentle with yourself, too.

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“Right. Yes.” A pause: “Do excuse my momentary joy - I’ll go back to the constant and debilitating melancholy that I usually find myself sealed within~ I scarce know what I was thinking- How rediculous of me.” Exasperated were words, melancholy swiftly returning as sentences played out. How silly of him to hope for a light in dark times, even for but a moment.

     her frigid mouth thins into a grimace, head turning away from the poet so that the silhouette of her face is presented. "that is not - " damn her tongue. " - i did not - "

     she exhales, a plume of white air escaping her lips. theldra folds her arms to try and hold all of the coldness inside.

“One cannot help but feel rather auspicious given the circumstances-”

what has time taught her?

     calloused hands scrape across bare skin, fingers hooking around her arm to pull himself against ori - to pull her into him. here she is: tangible and whole, something concrete rather an abstraction of a memory. her breath is warm against eleazar's neck. he's aware of her heart, echoing against his ribs.

    his hands are unsteady when he touches her face, brushing first his fingertips and then his knuckles against ori's cheek. a new scar, the same look of exhaustion -

    he presses his forehead to ori's own, eyes squeezing shut. their breathing evens to a steady rhythm.

but this aspect of kindness does not stem from a good heart, rather because she feels a moral obligation to try and do the right thing, regardless of personal feelings. so when confronted by tough choices, olixia will almost always choose the morally correct option (or try to do so) -- but she also is the type to spit on ur grave and still want bad things to happen to people she dislikes.