#silvrhunt

as  she  searched  every  corner  of  the  dimly  lit  tavern,  the she-orc’s  DISPLEASURE  intensified,  head  shaking  as  her  jaw  clenched  together.  where  had  those  idiots  run  off  to?  hopefully  they  were  just  drunkenly  stumbling  around  somewhere  in  the  city   ─   rather  than  a  more  grave  alternative  that  awaited  them  if  the  secret  was  revealed.  eventually,  yatul  took  her  AGGRESSION  out  on  the  barkeep.   ❛   what  do  you  mean  you  didn’t  see  them  leave?  i  didn’t  know  BLINDNESS  was  a  spell  you  elves  used.  ❜

     ❛❛ HULDA   !   good  to  see  you,  my  good  lady   !   please         tell  me  you  have  rolls.  or  venison.  any  mead   ?   anything  warm.   &   a  room,  if  you  have  one.  i  don’t  think  i’ll  be  leaving  town  for  a  few  days  until  THIS  COLD  gives  way. ❜❜     quiver   &   bow  slide  from  the  waist,  loosening  them  as  she  takes  a  seat  closer  to  the  fire,  reveling  in  the  glow  that  ebbs  away  at  the  lingering  coolness  in  pink  fingertips.  excitement   &   contentment  settle  quite  comfortably  within  as  saadia  provides  a  tankard  full  of  LUKEWARM  MEAD         not  exactly  the  most  delectable  but  aranwen  isn’t  feeling  particularly  picky  tonight. 

     a  new  face  catches  an  ever  meandering  attention,  ears  perking  at  the  sight  but  aranwen refrains  from  greeting  the  stranger  just  yet   ;   a  shyness  quieting  raucous  furor         tankard  lifts  up  to  expecting  lips,  averting  gaze  to  the  bard,  drunkenly  singing  about  what  she  can  only  assume  is  the  one-sided  affection  he  still  HARBORS  for  carlotta   (   the  poor  woman   ).  the  burn  of  mead  bites  at  her  clearing  throat,  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  aranwen’s  mouth  still,  enjoying  the  atmosphere  in  this  self  imposed  silence.   

‘ GAME OF THRONES ’ / * ACC ! / @silvrhunt

as  her  time  with  the  covenant  forces  grew  &  yatul  rose  through  the  ranks,  the  plague  of  POWER  was  inescapable  &  so  was  the  arrogance  that  accompanied  it.  did  she  enjoy  having  every  order  she  was  given  be  handed  down  by  the  commander?  no,  yet  it  was  a  necessary  evil  that  she  had  to  tolerate  to  remain  in  service  of  the  covenant  &  to  keep  her  precious  ship.  even  on  betnikh,  there  was  the  clashing  of  ideals;  however,  the  politics  were  limited  since  questioning  the  chief  was  a  DAUNTING  task   ─   often  resulting  in  a  battle  between  the chief  &  the  opposing  orc   ─   but  it  was  rare  that  such  confrontations  ever  occurred.   ❛   yet  you  are  a  dog  of  the  queen.  funny  how  that  works.   ❜

❛   venari   ─    ❜   she  was  in  a  bit  of  a  mood   ─  albeit  somewhat  AMOROUS   ─   so  when  see  sensed  the  elf’s  heartbeat  she  could  not  help  but  tease  him,  but  only  a  little.  flicking  her  fan  she  gently  nudged  him,  noting  how  tense  he  was   ─   if  not  a  tad  bit  too  serious   ─   considering  their  duties  were  complete  for  the  night  &  the  day  had  been  rather  mundane  compared  to  days  prior.   ❛   you  have  that  SERIOUS  look  of  yours  on  your  face.  can’t  you  smile  even  a  little  while  we’re  off  duty?   ─   at  least  for  me?   ❜

DIFFERENT  WAYS  TO  SAY  ‘  I  LOVE  YOU  ’

oh, how she wished she could say, promise him, he would never  !  but there was not going to be a happy ending for them, just an ending  ———  did it really matter, though, when they had such happy beginning  &  happy middle  ?  was the happy ending necessary  ?  they both knew what they were stepping into from the start; he had lived a thousand lives, but she would only live one.    that one, the one she chose to spend with ven.

sad eyes  &  sad smile, isabelle placed a palm gently upon other’s cheek.    he was as worried as she would be if the situation reversed,  &  it broke her heart.    “    i’ll  always  be  with  you,  venari,    ”    it was no lie, she trusted he would remember her, when the time comes.    lips  locked with his, in what started as a soft  &  innocent kiss, but shortly after turned into something deeper, more intimate.    she loved,  &  loved,  &  loved.    it seemed incredibly unfair to not have more time.    she wanted more time.  

she could feel her body going cold, blood gushing through back gear.    an iratze wouldn’t do her any good, not in that stage, but the desperation in his eyes pushed her to try… trembling hands failing her. 

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she’s so capable of love, and has so much to give. yet in her mind, romantic love isn’t real. it’s a made up thing people used as an excuse to behave in certain ways and it always, always ends up in heartbreak. she believes the damage of love is irreparable and it SCARES her, she doesn’t wanna end up like her mother o brothers. she saw what this so called love did to them, and she wants nothing to do with it.

her romantic life is a sham. she has quite the active sexual life and people often mistake it for romance and relationships. she “dates” people, but only those who she’s certain won’t take her seriously and won’t fall in love with her, so she won’t have to deal with such feelings herself either. when she is in a relationship, more often than not, she will try to self sabotage herself, it’s easier to find fault in someone else’s actions and leave them, than to realizing and having to deal with the fact she’s not ready to love, be loved and commit.

true love for isabelle is the one she feels for her brothers, who are the only people she lets herself be loved by. why? easy: they don’t get anything from it. she doesn’t owe them anything and they don’t owe her anything. familial love is pure in this case and even though it gets lonely, and there’s a hole in her heart that can’t be filled by it, it’s still wholesome and less risky than being shattered apart by an outsider.