#highaevr

     THEY DRAG WITH THEM MORE HEARTACHE THAN A SMALL BAND SHOULD CARRY. circe has heard them coming ; has heard their footfall and their voices and their laughter and their tears for YEARS, for as long as she can remember. there are plenty of important players in this world, people who bring with them echoes of themselves that will bounce about the world for generations, but THIS ONE ... she is more than that. there are shards of her and what she has done and what she will do stuck in all of history from ostegar onwards. and that sort of change ... it is LOUD. so circe lingers by the exit of the bridge just outside lothering, a place that it soon to be little more than ash and rot, and WAITS.

@highaevr​​: “It’s like I can feel it trying to get inside my head.” ↳ shannara prompts / accepting!

#we love and support elethea cousland 

it is odd to meet another living myth. esyllt knows the stories ; she remembers her cousin who had been at the landsmeet speaking in hushed tones under the crackling fire one cold winter night, about THE WARDEN. or another in a stony voice about OSTEGAR, about the light in the tower, about the woman who lit it. and now she is here. it is unnerving to think that one day people will know esyllt only through stories from distant relation, worse still to think they ALREADY DO. still - - - ALL NERVES ASIDE, she was raised to be the lady of ostwick. she was raised for greetings to such lofty people.

those greetings were never meant to be made at the gate of a crumbling keep still being repaired. there is, at least, clean and comfortable enough rooms to house guests and a great hall for them to peer at. hands are held at her sides and the glaring sunlight seems to catch the glowing sliver cut through her palm. “teyrna cousland,” it is the most fitting of the many titles, esyllt believes, for this moment, “i cannot overstate how honored we are to have your support.”

flaky   crust.   cherry,   pomegranate   and   blackberry   filling.   lattice   top.   served   with   vanilla   bean   ice   cream.   name:   the   queen   of   hell.   inspired   by   ned’s   association   between   persephone   and   elethea.

this you??? 👀

   this    was    far    from    an    admission    of    defeat:    there’s    nothing    pleasing     about    it.    he    squints    at    her,    how    she    carries    herself   when    such    is    said.    CONFIDENT.    SURE    THAT    WHAT    SHE    SAYS    IS    TRUE.    klaus    almost    found    it    funny,    seeing    how    his    body    language    reads.

❝        and people will never be like me, sweetheart. remind yourself of that.        ❞