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“ you are not your father. ” / ciri @ cara runaway au 👀

I wish I remember I posted some memes 

    Moment ago they were arguing&Caranthir’s hand closed painfully around Zirael’s wrist. Moment ago he felt power flowing through his veins; ready to tear apart other in flow of anger. Yet few simple words made his sharp features... soften in a gasp of surprise. 

    Golden child, parentless creation, made just to fulfill other’s goals - parentless yet he absolutely HAD a father. Elf of the worst kind. Avallac’h, in the end, ruined lives of them both. For what?

     His pupils widened as he breathed heavily; he took a step back from other suddenly - his hurtful grisp let go. Confusion? Gratitude? a lot of emotions showed on his usually non-readable face during him being speechless.

    ‘I don’t have father’ he finally spoke; much softer than he first planned&turn around to escape from this horrible feeling of being vulnerable.

#hvadeina #IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main

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@witchxr from plotting! <3

     Drowning was one of the most terryfying experience. He hate water filling all his lungs and slowly suffocating him; he would kill himself with a spell if he knew that’s so painful. Spell...? his thoughts raced quickly; perhaps one last teleport? at least they would find his body once battle is over. He wouldn’t like to be remeber as a coward who escaped battlefield.

     Abyss swallowed his consciousnes; and how suprised he was to be able to open his eyes once more. He gasped for breath in desperation and tried to summon his staff to his hand; then whined from all pain - feeling all inner damage made to his body. Yet, frosty fog already followed after his magic - ready to kill anyone who dares to touch him.

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main

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“ would you do it all again if you had the chance? ” / ciri to caranthir!!

     ‘I would do more, bloede dh’oine.’

     Dwimeritum couldn’t stop him from glaring at her with hollow grey eyes; seeking in deperate manner for any form of vengance. Even if that meant only a moment of fear in other’s eyes. Even if that meant angering other for a second. He needed negative emotions there; it was becoming u n c o m f o r t a b l e.

    ‘If I had a chance, I would gut you and your entire family - one by one. I will make your life living hell.’

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #hvadeina

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@witchxr​

     ‘Did you already got informed on what happened in Skellige battle?’

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #i followed our thread! #just with a bit of skip time

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“ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ” / ciri & caranthir!

    ‘You know nothing about anger.’ spiteful words spoken out with despise&disgust as he looked upon reason of all his problems.

    Icebolts appeared all around him; summoned from nowhere or created out of air in seconds. Perhaps she polished her anger into a knife - but he sharpened it to be an icicle. Millions of them. At once, they were sent her way.

     ‘Perish.’

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #I LOVE DUALITY WE HAVE IN THREADS WITH THEM #BABIES OR MORTAL ENEMIES #ILU #hvadeina

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"Caranthir, I'd like to join you in your lab. I want to understand what took away all the colors of your life - and your skin."

     ‘Forgive me but idiotic elephants doesn’t have entry for my laboratory.’

#this is #perfect xD #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #It's his way of syaing 'u will break everything' #toruvielaepsihiel

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continued from here: x

@hvadeina

     Caranthir hid white strands and face once again in helmet; his magic ringing in his ears - warning him about what to come. He was eager to leave smoothly and quickly but when his head turned to look at Cirilla he noticed other wanted to... face Crevan. That was something Golden Child would not allow - he knew too well how much Avallac’h mastered countering their magic. His armored hand grasped her petite wrist.

    ‘Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t care about your hero complex.’

    World spinned around them in same moment as Ar Feiniel began to jump from world to world; remembering which ones could be harder acessible for someone without their powers. Blood ran from his nostrils when he finally found a world suiting for their purpose; covered by his armour. 

      ‘Ysgarthiad.’

#U ASK I DELIVER #IC #QUEUE #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main

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“ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” Eli ; Caranthir

Elindel card; @gynvaell better read it bastard

    Ar-Feiniel looked at other&at that gentle hand that rested upon his muscled shoulder. Grey eyes were full of misunderstanding; he didn’t get those words at all. He was living lavish life; educated properly; only thing that was hard - it was to throw away his own desires in dream of greater good. But it was his own decision, right?

     Caranthir catched other’s little fingers in his own; at least twice as big. Something shifted in his irises; features became a bit gentler. ‘I am afraid I don’t understand, Butterfly. I am simply not bothered by little thing threw against me; pain is temporary.’

     Elindel just sighed when he put Navigator’s hands down to take care of open broke bone on other’s arm; too overwhelmed to even speak further, understanding more and more his General walked through hell and back.

#GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #Anonymous

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it was what avallac'h wanted all the while. it's over. it has been, but still she ignores the open gash at her side. the hand that holds her blade quivers with adrenaline. through thick and tired gasps, she manages to shout. "put it to rest," ciri demands it more than begs as she stares down caranthir, "we don't need to fight any longer."

     Caranthir coughed out a bit of blood; it was one of very rare times he fought without his armour. Ciri proved to be too quick for him to make advantage out of can of steel he loved to close himself in. He rest on his staff and rised grey eyes at other; usually empty and cold filled with rage and pain.

     ‘You don’t have to fight, mongrel. I still have my King to avenge.’ few moments after he blinked through time and space to clash with Cirilla once again; what a wase for their talents.

#hvadeina #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #QUEUE

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@anierous-sunblade ; Caranthir

     It was a world he have never seen before. It seemed to be filled with magic more than his; it overwhelmed him for a moment, feeling magic all around him. Something slightly addicting about it, that’s for sure. Scenery interesting but nothing unique.

    Navigator started to walk around; well, in some time he would find a person suitable for being one to explain everything to him. Golden Child called off frosty fog around him; he had no idea how magic was seen here.

#GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC

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"What would you suggest we do to the humans once we take their world? Imlerith has made his case, I imagine you have one as well?"

     ‘Of course everything that will benefit our kingdom the most, my King. I have no personal grudges or desires towards their kind. Some should become our slaves as they are good for nothing better. Some should be educated to help us with more advanced actions. Some should be simply slayed to reduce their ridicolous high numbers.’

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #Welcome back!!!! <3 #sparrowglas

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(from Janna for caranthir lol) "I don't know whether your people know such a day... but here, this day is special to some people. To show their.. appreciation to people they hold dear. Well... I don't hold anyone dear... but still." She offered him a box with a red ribbon. "Today is as good a day as any to indulge in sweets. Think nothing of it... unless..."

     Caranthir wasn’t aware of how that event works. Even if they celebrated it in Tir Na Lia, he was always blind to anything romantic; probably a result of being rised by someone so deeply disappointed in love. Grey eyes examined box with curiosity, soon opening it - and first time in a while, a shadow of smile appeared on his lips. Ar-Feiniel had such weak heart for sweets.

    ‘Thank you. Your hospitality is, indeed, so generous.’

#GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #he... loves... to eat so much... #prismbursts

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“You’ll find your place in this world.” || Janna @ Caranthir :)

Questions/Comments to be sent // ALWAYS damned open

     For a moment, grey eyes broke their perfect facade. Glass shattered and true emotions showed in his balls for a short moment. Those were words his heart long to hear yet not from her; not from someone who didn’t matter to him - not from someone who was nothing better than a dust to him.

     ‘Of course. I like to believe so, lady Lucretia.’ Wors both false and true; spoken just to push uncomfortable topic away. To not think how much he lost himself without orders.

#GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #prismbursts

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“You’re an emotionless robot. You’re just a lap dog.” ; caranthir

Questions/Comments to be sent // ALWAYS damned open

     Aen Elle elf was walking through Scoia’tael camp with the greatest hope that he would not face Eldain again. Ex-commander woke all of his worst traits, bringing back memories when hurting others was so easy, reminding him he was able to crush almost everyone in this world with his magic.

     Words, so easily throwed at him hurt more than Golden Child was able to admit. He was man of logic but he was not a robot. He wasn’t... He never was a dog, he was following ideas he found r i g h t. Frosty mist appeared around them two, grey eyes turned white&magical aura fulfilled them.

    Shaking, long fingers slipped dwimeritum ring, feeling how it b r o k e under his magic. Ar-Feiniel started to catch breath desperately, he couldn’t kill all the camp because of his damn weakness. All rings he currently had with himself ended on his fingers, face covered by hands. 

     Breath. Breath. Breath. Eldain was a rat, meaningless life without a purpose, spreading envy because he had nothing else left. Caranthir could crush him in a moment, he was all levels above him.

    ‘Perhaps.’ his voice finally came out, his breath a bit more steady right now ‘But you are nothing more than butcher without purpose. You are just as pathetic as I and you will not make yourself feel better by insulting me. Mostly, because you are such disgusting for yourself&your own people that nothing will ever help you with this, Eldain.’

#GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #IC #gynvaell

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fettered child / caranthir

     Caranthir was quick to feel deep irritation, only hearing that voice. Same voice that was possible to haunt him in his dreams; to echo against walls of his mind. Bird? Damn it, that man was a viper - making little bites possible to k i l l.

     Navigator turned on his heel&cold grey eyes looked down. His anger was never impulsive, hot - it was just multiplied indifference with a bit of emotion knocking from its prison. Finally, Navigator spoke loudly with his gaze set on other’s eyes.

    ‘What’s your problem, hm? That I am better in everything than you? That I achieved something more than being a senseless sadist? That I had opportunity to actually polish my talents&not left alone and let it be wasted? Jealousy, it is? Then stop ‘cause nothing will repair your miserable life&you will be always at the level of my feet.’

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main #gynvaell

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@causeitsmyboat from starter call

     After invansion was over, Eredin dead and his whole life purpose disappeared - Caranthir treated travelling across worlds as something similiar to hobby. The world that was supposed to be their, world of Aen Seidhe, was one of favourite to visit. Wondering over and over, what went wrong?

     Navigator blinked through realms; after leading a whole army to teleport himself was a piece of cake. Frosty fog covered area around for a moment as Caranthir looked around at forest, fertile lands.

#IC #GOLDEN CHILD ⁂/ v:main