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Your aesthetic is perfect and I love your writing style. You really encapsulate Lucien's voice that's ideal for him.
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal
THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME COMING FROM YOU…………………… THANK YOU………………..

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® // I couldn't resist
MANNIMARCO LEANS INTO THE EMBRACE , finding his arms still wrap around galerion they way they used to , finding his anxieties still calmed by that steady heartbeat . maybe he feels like he should be crying , but he doesn’t . for a moment , white eyelashes sweep closed , & they’re back in artaeum . in this fantasy , mannimarco will sit down in the grass & galerion will braid his hair . later , mannimarco will recite forgotten love songs in old aldmeris & maybe galerion will blush , & everything will look beautiful in the warm light draped around them .
but perhaps there is too much shattered earth between them now . too much suffering & perceived suffering & hurt etching itself in their fingertips . when mannimarco speaks next it is a whisper .
‘ let’s forget all this for one night . i’ll stop being the king of worms , & you can stop being the archmagister . ‘ he finds himself running his hand through the parts of galerion’s hair that remain unbraided, & twirls a lock around his finger . ‘ i miss you . ‘
。♰﹡ 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 / 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 . ﹡✧ *
THE OBJECT SHE HOLDS IS ALIGHT ! a moonbeam made whole, breathing and snuffling against cupped palms. It’s a rabbit, the spirit of one. The grin that spreads across her face is infectious as a slender finger strokes between long white ears. Hands lift, offering up her discovery. ❛ ––– - – ! ❜
// ☾ SOMETHING SMOL ⇢ @broughtmagic
“ i won’t do it. i’m sorry, but what’s dead should stay dead.”
‘ & for the most part , i certainly agree . with this temporary soul - binding , we can merely harness the spiritual umbilicus for small amounts of time ! ‘ excitement bubbles over in mannimarco’s voice , still bright , still youthful , & incomprehensibly naive . he takes galerion’s hand in his , as he so often does , & squeezes it in reassurance , smile brighter than perhaps it has ever been . something sparks in those eyes of his , & they might even be described as illuminated . ‘ think about it — allowing the recently departed to say goodbye to their loved ones ! or learning ancient techniques from our ancestors , forgotten by the eons ! & we could perfect this technique , together ! ‘
。♰﹡ 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ! / 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 . ﹡✧ *
TWO BRILLIANT STUDENTS studied within the psijic’s fold , one’s heart was light & warm , the other dark & cold . / broughtmagic by fea , necrowrm by spades . / psd ©

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。♰﹡ @broughtmagic / 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 ! ﹡✧ *
& TRULY , HE LOOKED LIKE A GHOST NOW . the image of some half - dead wraith , caught in mundus & pinned like a flickering moth to the mortal plane . perhaps this is all he was , some fading image of an old love come to haunt galerion , weaponized nostalgia spooling itself into the air around him . but this mannimarco was far different from that smiling psijic - his hair was too long , wiry , matted in places with his own blood . coldharbour had not been kind .
‘ remember when our home was nothing more than a shared room ? ‘ mannimarco asked , voice more hoarse , vocal chords more deteriorated than when he last talked to galerion . & still , something of a smile gnawed at his lips . how those eyes of galerion’s , so frighteningly blue , pulled him back to every pleasant future he’d ever imagined . ‘ & we’d stay up late , talking about all matter of great theories or anomalies we’d figure out one day ? ‘
he was smiling now , but really , he just looked sad . tragic , even . cadaveresque fingers unclasped the necromancer’s amulet around his neck , a blue skeleton pendant hanging from a black chord , & let it drop to the floor . all he could think about was how warm galerion looked . how easy it’d be to fall into his arms , & wrap their bodies into an embrace , & forget all the awful things that had transpired between them . ‘ i’m so tired , varla av angue . let me rest here . please . ‘
I just want to say thank you for making/reblogging all these great PSD's. I've been going through your blog and they're all pretty great 💕💕💕
Yw and thank you very much. I’m glad you like them! ❤
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