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Daughter Of Smoke and Bone Sentence Meme {1/2}

The future was supposed to be a mystery; and to that extent Ellone’s words held true, but it didn’t mean Aerith hadn’t seen shades of her future. That she hadn’t seen outcome after outcome for possible courses her actions would lead her down. Fate was an illusion, it was choices that defined the path ahead - not some mystical pre-determined destiny. Yet it was still a strange concept that weighed upon her shoulders, the kind of faith in her own moral compass and sense of humanised conviction that told her that no matter the situation she would stand by her choice so long as it felt right and just. Maybe she couldn’t predict it with certainty, or even down to a specific moment - maybe the variables were too transient, too fickle or too indecipherable until living in that single, specific moment - breathing the air of change and indecision. But she had to believe in herself. Or else what was the point in living at all?

timecompress  said: 🤞 / artemisia --- can be a mixture of both? who knows.

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         The male couldn’t help but shiver a little. He wasn’t sure how he got into this, but part of him wonder how to get out of it. But with the woman in front of him, he couldn’t help but turn his attention to look up at her. Twitching a little bit the man couldn’t help but inhale deeply for a moment.  He was unsure what else to do at this point, but speaking lightly, he frowned.

timecompress said: 💛 for hand kiss / kiss the wretched sorceress' hand cor, ehehe.

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it wasn’t like Cor wasn’t used to woman like her. No -- not one bit. though when he walked over to her, he gently grabbed the woman’s hand and went down to a knee and place his lips against her hand for a moment. the head soon turns to look up at her for a moment. No smile what so ever. he was just on a knee looking at her, with her hand gently in hers.

Normally he wouldn’t be staying like this for long --- but he’s been around here a while and knows he wasn’t allowed until she gave him the okay.  He didn’t need any more scars on his body for the time being. Though, he was here for her -- whatever she needed from him, he more than happy to get done. 

Letting go of the woman’s hand, he soon backed up and went to stand up straight. Hands placed behind his back, he couldn’t help but watch her with his icy blue eyes. 

timecompress said   :we've not written together yet but uh, cor judge ulti's looks lmao

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I read your tags as “Both? Both. Both is good.” From El Dorado and now I cannot rest, I love it

                       “ Time... it marches ever forward, ” Sephiroth steps on the ledge of an abyss, staring into the unknown horizon. Oblivion feels so close, he could swear he could almost touch it, taste it. His hand reaches out to grasp the void but claims nothing as he closes his fist. Empty darkness. 

“ And with it memories fade and wither like dust...” He turns back to face The Sorceress. “— I refuse to fade.”

timecompress replied to your post “//Haven’t done any icons in a while, and I felt it was time to give...”

ciddddddd.... ;w;

Yesssssss... I have a lot of icons from Hollow Art that suit him when he’s younger, but I’m going through I Am the Night to give him some more suitable scruffy older man vibes. 

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She felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t something she was used to feeling either. In her years of being a sorceress, never once had she been made to feel this uncomfortable. There was a tension in the air that she couldn’t pinpoint either, which made the whole situation feel even worse. Perhaps that was why she felt so uncomfortable. She’d heard things about the sorceress standing in front of her and her guard was, most definitely, up.

When the other lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it, Anna could not help but tense. Her eyes were very much focused on the woman in front of her. One sign of danger and she would be out of there in an instant. She was sure the accompanying smoke outline would be there too. She was sure the other could tell she was tense too.

Yet, there was something bedazzling about the woman. Whether it was the grey hair, the markings, the makeup, the way of speaking, Anna couldn’t place her finger on it. It was if she was enchanting. Was this part and parcel of being a sorceress? She wasn’t sure. Surely she had never placed people under this sort of spell before. Snapping herself out of whatever trance she was under, Anna finally found the courage to speak.