xix. the sun.

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alina: 🥵🥵🥵

nothing,   i’m just thinking about how awkward and heavy and uncomfortable it must be to have the stag’s antler’s grafted into her collarbones.   good luck sleeping well with that protruding towards your neck and head.

do you like girls who can summon the sun?   who have within them the rage of a dying star?   this blog may be for you.

okay.   dragon age alina was also an orphan,   and has no talent except mapmaking (and she’s a talentless mapmaker).   she’s repressed the fact that she’s a mage since she was a child,   has been raised to fear mages,   but after gaining the mark on her palm she has to deal with not only discovering she can use magic,   but the fact that she can seal rifts etc.

“clearly,”   she responded,   only half-joking.  alina wasn’t sure how long she had been perched there like that,   chin resting on the cold stone of the battlements.   a blanket was draped around her shoulders over a tattered cloak.   she straightened now,   bunching each layer tighter against her frame.   “lucky me,   i’ll be trying to get some sleep while you’re shouting loud enough at our new recruits to wake the dead.”   wouldn’t have been the first time.

more power than she could have ever dreamed at the tips of her fingers.   if she focused just right,   she swore she could devour stars.   she could   ----   no,   i’m not like that.   i don’t want to be like that.   “i’m not sure you’d understand enough to,”   she said,   rubbing the mark on her palm.   it rippled with a sickly sort of energy.   it ached.   she wished to rid herself of it.   she wished to rid herself of the power she had never once longed for.   she had feared magic,   had feared mages,   had feared apostates,   had feared demons.   they were fears instilled in all of the young orphans where she had spent her youth.   and now she was   ----   this?   “they all kneel to me,   call me their savior.   what does a warden know about that?”

“i can wait,  too,  you know,”   she snapped,   turning her head against the damp of ocean spray against her face.   alina tasted salt.  (she would die,   she thought,   before she showed her fear.   saints,   let her show no fear.   baghra had told her that he was ancient.   he had been waiting for someone like her for a long,   long time.   what was waiting for her to break,   in this scheme of time?)   “maybe your merzost will devour you before then.   if it hasn't already tried.”