nothing is written

We all know why you’re weep, Ali.

Fortune had added physical perfection and unusual grace, but these qualities were only the just expression of his powers.  They made obvious the pluck which never yielded, which would have let him be cut to pieces, holding on.  His pride broke out in his war-cry, “I am of the Harith”…

“So. You tried to unite Arabia while still tied to an imperialist government.”

:D

— he will be dead soon.

I’m sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side.

“You speak to me of bloodshed?”

Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind Possessing and caressing me

“No, Dryden. It’s going to be fun.”

i’ll sing a song of a love gone wrong chant // hadestown

Dorothy: Lawrence of Arabia, Rose.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. ― George R. R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons