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“ i'm starting to worry about these " stories " that everyone's heard. “ / @goldblight
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one-liner starter call, accepting.
“ i'm starting to worry about these " stories " that everyone's heard. “ / @goldblight
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“ You have as much claim to grief as anyone, ” said @goldblight
A sullen expression dulls the Matron’s divine disposition. In before, she wore the indifferent mask of an attending goddess, but such a sudden statement wanes her golden glow and in turn lashing her perfect son with a striking coldness.
“ Grief, Godwyn? ” It wasn’t the question it was posed as.
To suggest Marika carried any sort of grief within her was to suggest she was less than her office. She knew ( the loving, enrapt mother she was ) her beloved child wouldn’t dare suggest the contrary, but something ancient within her demanded the respect she had earned. It was an unnecessary, furling frigidity declaring to strip all such feeble personifications of her where they stemmed —— slash down any notion of humanness.
Of course, she wasn’t so daft not to realize this was some inner, personal shield guarding her from the uncomfortable hurt baked into her soul. All the emotion she did well to stave away and left to starve on her indifference to all but her guardian duty.
“ Nay, none become me, ” she insisted, gently, her voice a spring’s breeze swept over the verdant plains before moonfall. A fragile tone reserved only for her kin.
Then, as if to serve as a teaching moment, her hand lifts outward in gesture to some imaginary expanse beyond their thrones and stoney castle walls,” tell me, with plain eyes, what thou’st see beyond the far doors? “
INQUISITOR; ███ ＂YOU LOOK AS IF YOU have seen a ghost.＂ / @goldblight sc
❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞
INQUISITOR; ███ SHE UNDERSTANDS WHOLEHEARTEDLY. WE DO what we must, despite our feelings to the contrary. it drains her heart to ask those under the inquisition's banner to bend their knee & bend further their own wants. is this just ? truly so ? how is it that her advisors can wave command so effortlessly, their allies placed upon the board as pawns with what seems as no thought to their person-hood ? upon the surface the spymaster looks heartless with how she orders her scouts & spies. can cenah do that of her friends ? such thoughts twist in her stomach, turning & knotting warm to hot sitting as heavy as boulders.
＂i do not ask because i like it either---- but that we need for it to be done.＂ she steps closer, reaching out ever so slightly to allow fingertips to pinch at the sleeve of his gambeson. perhaps in such a small gesture he can feel how this tears at her. what good is all this leadership, heroism ? if she is not able to be honest & open to those around her ? is it so bad to care about stepping on backs of those who balance her; especially as she never wanted to be carried ? ＂thank you.... i know this is hard. whatever it is that is wrong with the wardens... this calling ? it must ail you so. to be asked to delve into it so we may try to find an answer of why it acts so out of control is nothing short of cruel. i am sorry.＂
[ EARTH ] how grounded is your muse ? are they logical and straightforward, or are do they always have their head in the clouds ?
She has a logical, rational side... for example, she may desire nothing more than love, but she wouldn't blindly follow her emotions when those arise. It must be careful and well planned decision, as she is aware. She is also sharp and observant about the people and in some manner about the world around her ( what she was selectively taught ). For a large part of her life, Rya was heavily sheltered in the manor learning lies / half-truths. A life safe in a bubble, without concerns or worries. Kind of heaven among hell. A rare prvilege. So...
...yes, she is also a dreamer. Big dreamer. Naive, too naive to many, but in a good way. Kind of way that people recall from their childhoods. When impossible feels possible. Such unstable times and duties among different ranks force people to grow, those who had duties for future grew up fast even before everything fell apart. Calling everyone to focus on survival... Then comes this snake lady who seems to have never had to carry such woes.
There lingers a strong belief in good of people, trusting. Her hope to help others see beauty and hope around them too, how beautiful and curious nature is, how things eventually will always turn out fine. How one can rise from bottom of despair... She dreams she could make a change! People don't always buy her ideas, but she doesn't let it bother her. Even if reality hits her, ( it does and will, over and over again ) and makes her upset, that hope and desire to focus on beautiful doesn't seem to be gone once she is back on her feet. Perhaps, it's a way she copes, as her heart is sensitive, holding a world-view too gentle to befit the limbo of halted time and suffering she was born into.
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' 𝔐ay your foes be many! ' 𝔇ragon's howl, dragon fire! raging all, all and entire, everywhere, everything! burning like nothing known does the fierce spout of flame, black and green and ghostly white deluge she vomits from her wicked jaws, this titanous creature beneath her-the lady with pale flame thrashing in the wild of her eyes a footnote amid her gleaming spires, wind whipped and flushed with chap. ' may your days be few! '
@goldblight // lyric starter
i tell you this much: your loyalty and ambition will be your undoing. / for blaidd
Godwyn. Ever the watchful eye. Ever the concerned party. Coming from anyone else–as it had many times before–the sentiment would have been dismissed. Cast aside as refuse, petty suppositions.
Not so with Godwyn.
Blaidd shifted, noticeably uncomfortable.
"My ambition stretches no further than Lady Ranni's does," he huffed eventually. "Her desires, her designs, are mine. Lay any warnings you have regarding that at her feet." A pause. His eyes narrow. "As for my loyalty... She is my mistress, and I her vassal. I can no sooner abandon her than a shadow can abandon the figure which casts it."
❦ look i think the vibes could be so interesting
send ❦ if you’d consider shipping our muses.
already filled out the relationship meme for them, so absolutely, yes, 100%. i think they’d be SO fun. there’s some basic similarities between them that could either help them get along or add some tension due to their mutual stubbornness. very interested in seeing how things turn out with them with godwyn as an undercover agent in awakening!