Feb 20, 2023
what they call WICKEDNESS I call my power cast the witch to the FIRE if this is sin to feel so free then BURN me
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what they call WICKEDNESS I call my power cast the witch to the FIRE if this is sin to feel so free then BURN me
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@tanthalos the requested baking fluff
"There is no reason for you to worry", she knows that it is easier said than done and yet Elora aims to take a little bit of the stress off of Kit, "I am sure Jade will be happy about this no matter the outcome. And honestly, you are doing great." She is not, in fact, doing great. And Elora wonders if Kit ever had to prepare her own food before - a stupid question, really, for she herself grew up in this kitchen preparing said food. It is strange to be here again, after everything that has happened. The kitchen is the same, nothing has changed, but she? She is someone entirely different. And having princess Kit of Tir Asleen beside her... it only adds to the conflicted feelings bubbling inside Elora's stomach. "So, once you are done with kneading you can add the rest of the ingredients. But be careful with the spices, they are expensive and you will get in trou --- No, forget that, you shouldn't worry about that."
@ofvixensandwolves for Kaz
He is on edge, has been since getting up that morning for Hati has barely slept, worrying throughout the night. And now it is his duty to welcome their guests at the gates of Tir Asleen, to stand behind their Empress and his Queen as pleasantries are exchanged and high words spoken. But his face fell the moment the Bone Reavers approached.
There is a scar right above his hip bone from a wound that almost killed him once, and it itches now as the knight comes face to face once more with the man who dealt that terrible blow. His jaw is set and one hand remains on the hilt of his sword as Hati bows his head in greeting, thoughts running through his mind, fire burning in his chest. He knows how important this moment - this day - is, yet his hand lingers a moment longer before he lets go of the weapon.
"If you would be so kind to follow me, good Sir, I will lead you to the stables where your horses can rest. Your leaders will be save here in Tir Asleen, you have my word."
@kingcenred gets a loyal guard
"They have reached the outskirts now, crossed the border at the river ford, your majesty." Hati bowed before the king of Essetir, his king, as he stepped down from his horse. Sweat was rising from the animal's fur into the gold morning air, like the mists of the forest. He had ridden it too hard, he knew, but what choice had there been? After spending all of the last day scouting he knew that this information needed to get back to camp, sooner than later.
"But it is only a small party of knights", he continued on, eyes now locked on the ground beneath them, "They fly the dragon banner of Camelot, yet they have not attacked any of the settlements. It looks like they are hunting for something - or someone." The rage was obvious in his voice as he delivered those last words, after all he still remembered the fire and blood brought by the dragon banner to his own family, to the druid encampment he once had called home. "With a few of our best men we should be able to stop them swiftly." Burn them all, like they had done to his people.
@ofvixensandwolves for Desiree
"So, is that what you believe in? True love and all that Jazz?", Deirdre leaned back against the tree, a wooden sword balanced in her hands. She was too tired to deal with this camp and their training now, talking to whoever crossed her path seemed like a better option. "I mean, no offense meant, but do you fight for love? Or is that just, a stereotype? I am new here, still getting used to the entire idea of this, so I was curious, if you do not mind me asking."
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name: lilah. pronouns: she/her preference of communication: IMs or D.iscord experience / how many years: omg, please don't make me look that up, I feel old already. I started writing seriously like 15 years ago? and tumblr rp over 9 years ago, woop. best experience: I met so many amazing people on here that I now consider not only friends, but definitely family. And meeting them outside of this place and in real life will always be a cherished memory. rp pet peeves: actually I have a lot, but most of them fall under common courtesy. I have seen so much drama getting started for no reason, the toxicity that this community sometimes has is definitely my no.1 pet peeve. fluff, angst, or smut: I was called captain angst once, so I guess the first one plots or memes: both? both is good. best time to write: 4am in the morning, seriously. are you like your muses: haha, definitely not. I wrote muses that were a lot more like me, but Elora? she is kindness, she is warmth. this week my highlight was attacking a wall with a crowbar. so maybe we are a bit the same.
tagged by: @caracarnn (thank you!) tagging: @dvarapala ; @dutyxbound ; @cuhven ;
@nosestealer asked: "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."
"I refuse to agree", the words leave her tongue before Elora can think about them, decide on them. They simply feel right.
Sorsha was ruthless, Darius is ruthless. But as much as she fears the former and adores the later, Elora is not sure if either of them are even capable of mercy - not even towards themselves.
"You know, it just adds to the list", she looks at Lou Ellen, trying to combine what the wind has told her of this hero in front of her with what she is seeing now. A girl way too scarred for her age. "Cause one day it ends, no matter what you think you are accomplishing, no matter what you think you deserve, one day it is over and the quiet settles in. Winter gets us all in the end and when you are burried underneath the snow, with nothing but your thoughts, it is that list of things you regret that you use to keep you warm, that anger you burn like a fire. And it will not be enough. Mercy upon yourself is allowing yourself the weak moments, the moments in which you need to reach out for help. Cause in the end it is only other people, community, that can keep you warm in your darkest hours."
She finishes her little speech with a smile and truth be told she is quite proud of figuring that out, even if she does not always believe it herself. Kindness in a world like theirs - that seems the bigger accomplishment.