#nokris

Below the Martian ice

Based on David’s ‘Napoleon at the Great St. Bernard’

It takes some time to realize

It takes some time to memorize

How to cry

It takes some time for the world

To strip away, the memories blemished in your summer dreams

We’re not born with tears.

Ooo that's so cool! It feels really strange to think of Finnish candy being sold as rare imported goods on the other side of the world, but that's how it goes, of course. Where I come from, some common American brands are still exotic and rarely stocked by stores, I remember coming across Reese's cups in person for the first time just a couple of years ago and going "OH I've heard of those!!"

Misraaks: !! What nonsense... (cups her cheeks, wiping away one of her tears) Even as I look at you this instant, I know there is not a single star in this universe that could ever outshine you.

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Nokris: Father, am I ugly?

Eramis: idk leave me alone

Nezarec: 😂😂Ts so funny Imma follow you home😂😂

Calus: do you do weddings?

Xivu Arath: MEN USED TO GO TO WAR

Oryx: this is my first impression of you btw

Savathûn: on everyone’s soul but mine, this is hard af 🔥

Rhulk: I better not catch you on my fyp again or it’s over for you

Ghaul: Post this on Instagram reels

Riven: AND THE CROWD GOES HOME‼️

Atheon: I’m employed (as time’s conflux) what does this mean

Skolas: on MY cellular device?!?!

Crota: ratio

The Witness: this pmo

Fikrul: I’m going to tell a trusted adult about you

Maya Sundaresh: flying cars they said

Nokris: my crew, let’s go

Taniks: just put the fries in the bag

Kelgorath: glaze

Atraks: Hey so this is insane!

Uldren Sov: Hope this helps!

Panoptes: AI could never recreate this

The Scorn Barons together: You have a hidden talent! Keep it hidden

Gahlran: I’m a starving child starving to death and this is the last thing I’m going to read before I die. Goodbye.

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Oryx the King paces in his chambers. Among tall walls carved of tungsten and columns sculpted into monumental figures; under a ceiling of stars and crystal chandeliers iridescent with all twenty-six colours of the spectrum. Behind him, the room opens up into a view of the cosmos, a brilliant onyx tapestry of the void dappled with stars. He paces from wall to wall, a distance greater than the course of a Thrall’s life, and he paces between pillars broad as warships and tall as his ambition. With every step the ground beneath his feet trembles with the force of an earthquake, and every breath is a hurricane as it slips past his clenched teeth.

The court is drowsily silent, still unaware of the crime splitting it apart fundament-deep; but beyond, their gods are already roiling. Oryx can hear them, roaring in their hiding places, gnashing their teeth and flexing their monumental bodies in spasm strong enough to crush planets. Nokris’ name falls out of their unfurling jaws and thunders across the grey void. An explosion of anger, yes, but also a demand: DO SOMETHING, behold this crime and weep, behold it and act, do not let your sword-arm rest idly. Set your house in order.

The worms turned, rejecting the disowned son. All but one."