U: “Un-fucking-believable.” [Fabin] launches to his feet, kicking the leg of the table. “We walked across the whole godsforsaken country for you. Waste of fucking time.”
R: Runes are still swimming through her head, her overworked brain finally translating the passage she’s been staring at since Emilia brought the first cup of tea.
R: “Right, then,” Vonnie says, gesturing towards the house. “I’m curious where this is going, so I’m going to allow it, O’Leyne.”
Y: "Your disagreement with him will have to wait."
"Disagree—" O'Leyne makes a disgusted noise, but he backs off of Jack, sheathing his knife. He glares at him, then throws another glare at Arthur for good measure. "I'm going to go speak with the queen."
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actually i'm thinking about emotion sharing as a trope because i will always go balls to the wall for it. the way that intimacy is required and inescapable. this person is a part of you they are linked inextricably to you they know the things you hide behind your mask. this person can feel when you're scared or shocked or grieving and knows you even when you don't want it. the way that the lines between the individuals are blurred. is this my rage or yours. do i love you or do i only feel the love you have for me as my own. arguments that only get worse because the anger is doubled in each of them. nobody else can understand what's going on in your head but i know, i feel you even when you and i don't want it to happen. the unbearable horror of being known in such a raw and unfiltered way. the unbearable tenderness of always having someone who will understand you in a way nobody else can. catch me at the bottom of the ocean about it.
from my morbo @oh-no-another-idea <3 here’s a little snippet of a scene from chapter 4, the witch trials :)
the raedoran cycle
He is burning. He screams, writhing against the hands that hold him down. Burning, burning, burning—
His mother was laying on the floor, her neck bent at a strange angle. His father was in one of their dining chairs, tied in place with his throat slit and bruises all over his face. Keelan lifted the sword in his hands as the raiders turned sluggishly to him.
“What the fuck—” he heard one say before the sword bit into his neck.
“Can’t you do something about the pain?” Maura’s voice demands, thick with tears.
“Princess, it may be kinder to—”
“Suggest that to me again and I’ll have your tongue.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
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i haven't written anything in weeks but this so take it i guess
canon status: outtake
the raedoran cycle
His hands shake as he sketches out a circle of wards, glancing at the cellar door every few seconds in his paranoia. The soldiers will search the kitchens soon enough, and he has to finish this before they do.
He makes the last marking as he hears a kitchen maid scream, soldiers' voices echoing through the door. Panic fuels the spell as he slams his hand down on the circle and the wards flare to life. He sits back, pressing his back to the wall of the cellar, and breathes for the first time in a minute.
A soldier slams the cellar door open and Levi holds his breath again. The soldier's eyes scan the cellar, skipping right over where Levi is sitting. He makes a face and slams the door shut again. "He's not in the cellar!"
Levi exhales slowly, raising his hands to press them to his face. His staff is leaning against the wall next to him and his bad leg is killing him and he can't shake the image of Rose, cold on the floor--
Maura's screams are still echoing in his ears. Take him! He feels his face twist into a snarl. Foolish, hateful child. The image of Rose crowds in again, her beautiful silver eyes blank and empty and staring at nothing--
He sobs into his hands, feeling his chest caving in with the weight of it. Dead, gone, lost to him forever. All in an instant, all for a reason he didn't understand. Her heart, maybe, or her lungs--
Not that it matters now. He sobs again.
It takes a few long moments for him to think again. Proteus will side with Maura as he always does; she has him wrapped around her little finger. Keelan will follow orders, blinded by his infatuation with Maura. Birdie--
He chokes on another sob. They'll turn her against him, take his daughter from him permanently. His daughter that he had to watch growing from the sidelines, his secret that Rose swore they would reveal to her someday.
Burning determination rises up in his chest. If he must lose Rose, let him at least keep Birdie.
He snatches his staff and slams the end on the ground, teleporting himself to Birdie's room. She's in her bed and opens her eyes when he appears. "Levi?"
He realizes there are probably still tears on his cheeks and quickly wipes them away. "Duckling, shouldn't you be asleep?"
She laughs a little, climbing out of the bed with her stuffed bear clutched in one hand. "I knew you would visit."
Before he can say anything else, the door is flung open and Keelan draws his sword. "Get away from the princess."
"Keys?" Birdie frowns. "What's going on?"
"It's going to be alright," Levi says. He reaches for her, but before he can grasp her arm, Keelan darts between them, shoving him back. Levi manages to stay on his feet, his bad leg screaming with pain as he twists it. "You don't know what you're doing, Keelan."
"I'm here to protect the princess," Keelan replies.
"I didn't hurt her, I could never hurt her." Birdie is starting to look scared, her knuckles white around her bear. "You have to understand that."
"Birdie," Keelan says. "Go out into the hallway."
Levi hears the footsteps in the hallway and internally curses. Birdie doesn't move, her gaze darting between Levi and Keelan as tears well up in her eyes.
"Birdie," Keelan says, his eyes narrowing at Levi, "Go out into the hallway."
"I'm scared, Keys," she whimpers, and Levi's heart cracks.
"It's going to be okay," Keelan says, even as Levi sees him tighten his grip on his sword. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you."
Birdie scurries out the door and Levi is left facing Keelan. He remembers all those mornings in the library, listening to Maura teaching him to read, and tries to think of that wide-eyed boy as he stares at the soldier in front of him.
"We have the princess!"
"I didn't kill Rose," Levi says, raising his hands in surrender. "I could never hurt her. I need you to understand that."
"I understand that you've messed with my head before, and I'm not going to let you do it again." Levi's eyes narrow. "I have orders from my princess."
"You're not going to kill me, Keelan." He searches his face for any hint of that broken boy that knelt at the foot of Rose's throne, but all he sees staring back at him is a killer. "You have to know I didn't do this."
He sees Keelan prepare to swing and lifts his staff in preparation. "I don't know that."
He slams the staff down just as Keelan swings, appearing in the center of the hedge maze. He collapses onto the edge of the fountain, rubbing his bad leg, and feels tears welling up in his eyes again. They'll tell Birdie lies about him; he was too late to get her back. Keelan won't leave her, not until they've caught him.
Rose and Birdie, gone in one night. He presses his face into his hands and sobs quietly.
It's a long time before he can pull himself together enough to think again. The moons are high in the sky, light spilling from nearly every window of the castle. Levi's gaze strays up to the library. His research is still there, years of work soon to be lost to Proteus, who will surely have it destroyed. The guards will have already searched the library by now; there shouldn't be too much risk in going back. Levi wipes the tears from his cheeks and taps his staff on the ground, teleporting to the library.
Almost immediately, he's surrounded by a contingent of very startled guards. He barely has time to throw up a shield as one of them takes a swing at him with his sword. He turns and his gaze lands on Keelan, standing there with his sword in his hand and the same shocked expression as the others.
"You're here," Levi hears himself say. If he's here… "That means Birdie…"
She's alone.
His staff hits the ground and he appears in her bedroom again. Immediately two soldiers leap to their feet, swords drawn. Determination hardens into something angry in Levi's chest. Damn them for trying to keep his baby girl from him. If they are going to call him a killer, then who is he to prove them wrong? Birdie will never know, and he will get to raise her. He'll get to hold her, to kiss her head and tuck her in at night. He'll get to hold her.
He slits their throats with a slash of blue magic and turns to Birdie's bed. She's fast asleep, curled under the covers. He doesn't have much time. He pulls blood from the floor with magic, letting it hover next to him as he gathers her into his arms. She stirs and he murmurs a sleeping spell. Her eyes flutter closed again and he lets the blood fall on the bed, splattering across the sheets. He runs his hand over Birdie's beautiful silver hair--it'll be a dead giveaway. Another murmured spell and it falls in hanks to the floor, staining red with the guards' blood. He hears pounding footsteps in the hallway and grips his staff.
Goodbye, Keelan. He slams his staff down, disappearing and taking Birdie with him.
from the lovely @willtheweaver thank you <3 these are notoriously hard for me since i can't shut the fuck up but i think i've found a good one this time. pulling from lacuna chapter four, the witch trials :)
the raedoran cycle
Proteus grabs Maura’s arm. “Not here,” he hisses. “Not in front of the court.”
Maura shakes him off as Keelan descends the stairs. “You yourself taught me the value of a public punishment. The message should be clear to those watching as well.”
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