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“I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.”

— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

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I’m alive! many things have been happening irl but maybe Milo can have a new healer outfit as a treat ^^

Since it has been two weeks already maybe I’ll post screenshots from alliance raid too because of course he has been head over heels for Deryk >.<;

#// screenies #between deryk and moren milo is a mess lol #also irl tl;dr i am having surgery in like 3 weeks so i’m preparing for that #so i’ll try to get some stuff done cause i’ll be gone for a little again TT

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Montmartre Cemetery 🕊️

Paris, France, 24 VIII 2023

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John Rylands Library in Manchester, England

by Steve Cadman

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i want to live in the peaceful feeling you get underwater where everything sounds softer and the lights are all tinged blue and the world feels silky and light and surreal

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“If I could start again, I would install an altar within me. I would place the most sacred object inside it: my own heart. If I could start again, I would know that the only cathedral I’ve ever needed to find, to enter, to return to again and again, is this humble red hermitage, this mystical space that holds all the answers. I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way. Speaking from it.”

- Meggan Watterson, Mary Magdalene Revealed

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“the voice of god, water moving over the two / realms of the body, moving as the name of god— / something is coming to kill him, / and something is coming to be born.”

— roger reeves, “something about john coltrane,” best barbarian

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Hallerbos, the Blue Forest

nicoles_moments

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More male characters who are interested in their mother's legacy. As a trope there's a lot of sons and daughters who follow in the father's footsteps and there's yes, girls who honor their mother, ect. But let's have more dudes who are like. Stumbling on their mom's secret fairy cottage or some shit. And they're like aight gotta make the tea

#// hcs #one of milos overarching story threads is actually about this ;w; #he gradually learns about his birth mom through others who were in her life #and quite a number of his survival skills and specific apothecary skills are things he got from her #the opal bracelet of hers he still has #sigh milo have many. implicated things going on when it comes to his birth mom because he wishes he could see her again ;-;

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Theodor von Hörmann

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((I took a break from the game ;w; have returned for this patch. ))

#// ooc notes #and now trying to pack my life up to move back to the us x_x;

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“I sing my way to death, and, having sung, I leave this elegy to burn for poets, birds and everything alive from here and now until the end of heaven.”

— Adonis, from ‘Remembering the First Century’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)

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“I thought you said you were getting better.”

Even without malice, his words twisted painfully in his throat as Hermes agonized over the idea that if he could not save himself, at least Tatjenen was salvageable.

He had to get better, so that Hermes wouldn't have to meet his lover's deadened stare of eyes so black that neither the moon nor the distant sunlight could penetrate them. Better, so that when Tatjenen’s shoulders were at his ears as he struggled to sit up in bed to distance himself from the horrors his mind's eye wrought just before they bled into reality, his claim of being cursed by the same gifts their kind were entrusted with would not saddle itself upon the the shorter man’s shoulders as a lonely echo to be dealt with later in solitude.

That was the more recent form of the aberration—a tame sibling to Tatjenen’s nearly lifeless body hanging off the side of the bed, his white linen sheets soaked with what smelled like ink (and what Hermes feared was actually blood). Had his eyes not been open and hastily searching as he would a tome for answers, Hermes would have had even less to offer outside of a strangled sound in sheer panic and a broken glass he had knocked off a low table when his legs nearly failed him.

He shuddered to think of how gods-knows-what pulled itself from the walls, the floor, and even the air between them, raising the temperature of the room to that of a furnace rather than the shaded stone cottage it was a part of. Hermes had later come to know them as manifestations of Tatjenen's nightmares, grotesque and harrowing in such a way that, despite being unable to make any sense of it visually, had he stared too long into the depths of their form, he’d find something that pulled nothing short of loathing out of his soul.

The memory caused him to pull at the collar of his robe in discomfort. Hermes easily recalled how it felt as if the clear night sky mocked them in its peacefulness - for it was still out there, surrounded by infinite stars that were no longer alight within the wandering ancient's irises.

What was worse, he reckoned, was that if it pulled him away from envy, he could stand to face the horrors. If bloodletting into the warm dirt of Tatjenen’s garden would free him of the idea that the manifestations were preferable to being trapped within his own mind, Hermes would not think twice about doing it. He could only hope that the white-haired ancient was unaware of the spike in adrenaline every time he raised his staff for an imminent strike, for it’s necessity did not lie in a desire to protect him but to banish the darkness welling up inside, polluting and corrupting what should have been the purest feelings known to his heart at that time. Tatjenen’s keen sense of smell more than likely stopped short at burning wood and thick smoke in the heat of peril, masking that of the sweat upon his bare back.

His envy instead went undeterred by his shame nearly every night they spent together. Once the light had returned to his eyes as a sign of consciousness in their realm, the speed at which gilded daggers burst forth from Tatjenen’s fingertips would have inspired further awe in the raven-haired ancient had he not struggled to keep his balance before collapsing again not a moment later. Upon being struck, the figures decayed into thick clouds of smoke and ash, haunting the walls with soot tags in their wake.

Tatjenen hadn’t explained - or rather, couldn’t -  what Hermes now understood as aether exhaustion coupled with severe vertigo, leaving him relatively helpless in the other ancient’s arms until the sun rose and the rare peaceful sliver of rest overtook him instead. Other times, he did not sleep, and instead spent his morning righting furniture and sweeping up debris with shaky hands in silence before starting the lengthy process of getting ready for work.

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"Better in that I have shifted from falling asleep during every convocation meeting to only once every two weeks?" Tatjenen laughed, and his sheepish smile sullied Hermes' thoughts further. He wasn't used to the fact that the hells that often plagued Tatjenen's sleep never bled through his carefree demeanor and strikingly clear aether in the presence of their convocation peers, and it was a feat he feared he'd never be able to accomplish.

Better, Hermes found himself frowning so that the other man could laugh without restraint; so that he could say words meant only for his ears that in any other circumstance would make him averse to whatever Tatjenen proposed had it not been in the privacy of an alcove off an empty, echoing hallway. He did so anyway, remaining relaxed while making it that much easier for the dark-haired man to fix his mouth to beg for him to be impulsive and wanting, even when he couldn’t.

Better, but only because he was selfish.

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(sorry i took [another] break from fan spaces/twt/here for a month, i will maybe resume posting later. i also took a break from writing about milo too, i think it brought me a bit of stress to try to keep up with everyone else posting and not feeling like i was really doing what i wanted. hopefully i can get back in the groove of things at my own pace.

in other news milo’s wedding is this saturday on famfrit if anyone would like to come ^^

i finally finished decorating his house as the reception area and i think planning for it kind of stressed me out but now that it’s done i will try to relax. )

#// ooc notes #i always have to be really careful when i feel burned out because i don’t want to ruin what i like with it #or feel like i’m avoiding my own oc because i associate anxiety with him #anyway i miss taking screenshots but it takes a lot of time atm v___v

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Does Milo have a favorite animal or creature?

Milo really likes hedgehogs, karakuls, and cows!

#// answers #thank you for the ask ;w; #ideally he'd have a little cottage with all kinds of farm animals visiting ;w;