Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊
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"THE RAIN IN CALCUTTA"
GAGANENDRANATH TAGORE // c. 1920s
[ink and wash on paper | 24.4 x 33.3 cm.]
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After two weeks of having tried to learn watercolor techniques by the book, I screamed a little, beat up a piece of furniture then went rogue. At last, I am having fun. Sorry, art teachers out there.
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ADN moose calendar studies
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#FishFriday :
Wu Guanzhong (Chinese, 1919 - 2010)
Viewing Fish at Flower Harbour, 1977
Ink & color on paper, 40 x 35 cm
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Brutalist Profile by RIchard VYSE
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Daily Doodle #0023
Binary Sunset Over Tatooine
Rewatched A New Hope this week for the first time in over a decade. It made me all nostalgic.
(Also, Han shot first, WTF.)
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"TWO DONKEYS"
HÁN MĚILÍN 韩美林 // 1979
[hanging scroll: ink & colour on paper | 34 x 37 cm.]
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Sørgende Kvinne (Grieving Woman), Norvald Valand, Ink and wash.
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Since I'm still royally pissed off after having read a magazine article the other week in which a supposed age of sail expert claimed that "due to conflicting reports we cannot say for sure whether romantic relationships between men occured on sail ships". How long did you have to search before you found a source contradicting that they did, oh mighty expert?
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