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                              HE GROWS GRIM about the mouth, lip corner pursing back, too hidden beneath his dark stubble to be anything more than a moue. Even still, the irritation is UNDRAPED in his voice, in the way his fingers skitter like insects over his armored bicep, & as if his own hell yawns beneath him, it whiptails off his lip. ❛  And then what, what? We kill the idiot. Problem solved.  ❜

        IT IS IN the quiet that he feels most laden with blood, a mess of plighted ground     a body with too many bullet holes to be functioning quite right. so quiet, is is, that booker nearly forgets he isn’t alone. they aren’t side by side, but close enough while working on separate matters that her presence should’ve registered deeper than it had. 

        ❛ ya’ think it ever gets easier? the       ❜      guilt? too heavy is the word on tongue, too weighted to slip out; he doesn’t need to consciously stop himself. it just is, it just does.     

                                   sense8 meme. ⋆ ◜

      ❛ MM, ❜ BOOKER THRUMS, a gentle agreement with vibration thick in throat       though not ALL at that telling. he’s supposed to be good at that sort of thing, hiding  &  tucking away. diminishing feelings not for eyes of another.

       couldn’t last last forever, could it? nothing does these days, except for SHEPARD. odd, her persistence with survival       fascinating, in way he doesn’t speak aloud.

meme: headcanon | @shepcrd | accepting4. Fears

The priestess’ fears changed with the years. Some she outgrew with the time and experience, others stayed rooted and perhaps she is not even aware of them, not consciously.

When she was a child the first fear she remembers very well was that of fire. Fire magic was used for most rituals related to Elgar’len, it was tradition that the youngest to learn how to make small tricks with the magic for the festivals in His honour. One of those tricks was for the kids to make the form of a dragon with small lights over their skins, but that was not all. They were also  taught how to spit fire. When she was younger, it would not be uncommon for her and the other children to have burn marks all over their skins from a training session gone wrong.

The fear that has stayed with her for the longest is from her nightmares and having to sleep. Since she can remember ( and considering she has started using blood magic when she was very very young ) she has had problems falling asleep because the nightmares never stopped and prevented her from resting. With the years the nightmares have been worse, episodes of sleep walking started happening where she acted out against the nightmares ( more often than not hurting those around her ). She eventually started sleeping as far from others as possible, and when that was not possible she learnt to put runes around the place that she rested to prevent her from leaving its limits. The spell was made in a way that only herself, when conscious, was able to break it.

There was a time where she feared the Gods the same way that she hated them. When joining Falon’din’s temple out of desperation she learnt that the Gods were not to be feared and that they protected them even from themselves.

She fears all demons ( this includes spirits and other entities from the fade ). The priestess doesn’t see a difference between them all, they are all called it or a variation of the word monsters. ( there are very few exceptions to this ). They are probably the only people that have never left her but even if she could she would not be able to say how tired she is of hearing them. She wished that she had their persistence. This fear is mostly turned into anger as soon as it starts forming in her chest.