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let mine be the last sacrifice.
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me , slowly crawling to my bed looking like i haven’t slept the past two days ::
must .. . ... . . . reply to messages .. . .. . m mm .m .. ...
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WHAT KIND OF SOUL ARE YOU ?
you are a RETROSPECTIVE SOUL .
the most misunderstood of all the soul signs. sometimes even you have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are. you are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life. you're best described as extremely IDEALISTIC , HARDWORKING , and a SURVIVOR.
great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you often. but if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes. for you, it is difficult to separate the past from the present. you will succeed once you overcome the disappointments in life.
souls you are most compatible with :: traveler soul and prophet soul
TAGGED BY :: @vlkihar
TAGGING :: anyone who has yet to do this !
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** ( THE HELLHOUND ) TASSOS . !
a blinding array of slash and clash, a stupid move, a boiling of his bones and trust me — he knows how it feels to boil and to burn. anger.
cullens voice, ordinarily a voice so smooth and — warm? a voice tass enjoyed to hear, not that he’d ever choke back his pride ( or perhaps it was fear ) to admit such a thing. now it brought him anger. it was stricken, with pain, and the sound of it angers the hound king, coils inside his gut and threatens to burst through his flesh and his bone.
tass had been thrown behind, somehow, for some reason, to rescue him from an approaching blow. rescue. it seems a foolish word when one cannot die. the strike only glances cullens shoulder, but clearly has some impact upon him, and in a moment of reaction and rage tass swirls himself in front of him once more to shear his weapon upwards.
the assailant doesn’t stand a chance. in one fatal swoop tass has severed one half of his body from another, ‘cunt to crown’ as he himself would say, and each side slides wetly to the ground.
blood drips thickly from one of his swords, now. the sounds of battle continue to roar alongside the crackling of fire. at his feet, the red crystals growing from the dead mans sides begin to dull, and tass raises his pale gaze to fixate on the man who had protected him.
❝ thank you. ❞ mumbles the hound. it is a sincere, if somewhat dumbfounded, tone that his voice takes. though the words that come next are stern, and low, and —- concerned? the way that tass looks at him. was he frightened for him, in that moment, where it seemed the blow may do more than just glance?
❝ don’t do that again. ❞
@lionsvow said: ‘shield!’ for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.
IT WAS INSTINCT / / SECOND NATURE ! his motions played out before any thought could be applied to them. for those who knew the situation THE COMMANDER WOULD SEEM A FOOL ! to protect something SOMEONE that could no longer dance within death’s grasp. ( the king of hounds being protected by a MORTAL ... what a joke, ) maybe it was the idea of protecting another that made him QUICK to jump -- or was it that he was defending a FRIEND ? because even he sought out the good behind showcased fangs and blood mangled fur.
the assault to his shoulder was nothing he couldn’t handle / / the ADRENALINE of the fight allowing him to push forward. before his sword could be drawn on the red templar once more a shadow flashed in front of him ;; followed by a shower of RED. tass was quick to retaliate , decimating the culprit to his wound. it stopped the commander in his tracks , permitting him a moment to breathe.
“ you don’t need to thank me. “ his actions did not DESERVE praise nor was he looking for such honor. it’s a matter of proving to the hound that someone was looking out for him ( EVEN IF HE INSISTED AGAINST IT ! ) the words that threaten to escape him next seem SOUR to the touch , but were honest. THE LION IS TRAINED FOR THIS ! to lay thine life before another’s ...
“ i’m not making any promises i cannot keep. should danger come your way i WILL protect you. “
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@vlkihar ASKED :: she appears to him, a head resting on his warm shoulder, curled in his lap. whenever she was hungry, he'd promised. better than sending her down the mountainside in search of food. and she tries not to make a show of it. only waits to feel him get comfortable under her. lips drag on his neck first, hand bracing the other side, then her maw stretches wide so she could break the skin and drink. waiting for his signal that she's taken enough.
the night is always quiet before her appearance her presence the only constant besides the stars dancing in the darkened sky above. she provided him COMPANY when nightmares kept his conscious from rest , while he provided her SOLACE from the world unforgiving of her kind. ( SHE IS A MONSTER ! A LEECH ! SHE CANNOT BE TRUSTED ! ) he has heard it all. preaches of the EVIL that lurks behind embered eyes / / how he should watch his back when the moon bestowed the world in it’s light. he refused to listen to such negativity , instead , ACCEPTED HER AS SHE WAS ! a vampire ... a friend.
when he had heard the stress she put herself through to ensure wondering eyes could not see her feed he knew he had to HELP. it was wrong. for her to be so courteous to those who still TARNISHED her name. so he made a promise :: to be there when she needed to sate her thirst. no longer forced to travel such great distance for the sake of others , allowed to purge on a willing mortal.
MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE TERRIFIED TO BE CAUGHT LIKE A FLY UNDER THE SPIDER’S GAZE -- even cullen , IF he didn’t trust serana. but with as much time as they spent within each other’s company ;; he couldn’t help but feel comfortable in her hold. he felt her lips dance on his neck as if asking PERMISSION for entry , leaving his lack of protest as an open invitation. the commander let out a quick breath he had not realized he was holding in as soon as fangs broke the DELICATE flesh of his neck / / freckled hazels disappearing behind eyelids shortly after.
( his entire body was set ablaze in a matter of seconds , before goosebumps rose against sunkissed skin , cooling and comforting as they slowly vanished. he did not stir / / COMPLETELY AT HER MERCY ! though he was not afraid. the commander trusts her , more than he trusts most , an awful thing to admit to any peers though NOT THAT HE CARED ! they just may see the unknown as repulsive , while he embraced it. BESIDES ... the experience was , well , DESIRABLE. )
his hand came to rest on her arm when he felt as though she had gotten her fill -- allowing the action to serve as the SIGNAL. golden hues resurface the world when she pulls away moments later , lazily BASKING in the view before him. ( EVEN WITH BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HER CHIN AND APPEARING TO THE WORLD AS A CREATURE OF THE NIGHT she was still seen as BEAUTIFUL in his eyes. ) his body moved on it’s own ;; the same hand that took to her arm now drifting up to rest on her cheek. for a MOMENT too long he was caught gazing into serana’s eyes before a small smile graced thin lips.
THIS WOULD BE THEIR SECRET.
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THOUGH ALL BEFORE ME IS SHADOW yet shall the maker be my guide. i shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of THE BEYOND ! for there is no darkness in the maker’s light and nothing that he has wrought SHALL BE LOST !
CULLEN RUTHERFORD / / PRIVATE & SELECTIVE / / TOLD BY DES. ©
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** ( VAMPIRIC GODDESS ) SERANA . !
@lionsvow asked :: " I was thinking that I'd be a little lost without you here. “
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙷��𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙴. while in jader , their company had been kind enough to supply them with a room before they leave when the sun sets. which of course had confused the lot of them when requested by the commander but it had only taken a RESOLUTE STANCE for them to become more than accommodating. thus they sat , as they usually do , together. this time , since there were only a few more hours left before they had to leave , they had decided to sit , him with a cup of wine , her without anything , staring at the checkered board between them. only the FIREPLACE to fill the comfortable quiet. his once tense shoulders finally relaxed into the state the vampire was more used to seeing , slightly hunched underneath his doublet , worn hands having been holding his chin in thought. a new development , serana thinks , the moves are getting harder to predict.
EMBERED eyes lift to meet his own after he speaks , rosy lips sporting a small smile at the sentiment. “ i’m sure you would be able to manage just fine , commander. ” though that didn’t mean she didn’t understand his true meaning. “ it takes practice to know the VERBIAGE politicians use to get what they want. it’s a long game. and they have the patience to play it well. not like the more . . . forward approach i’m sure soldiers are used to COMMUNICATING with. ” pale fingers flick , motioning to the board in front of them. “ it’s all just chess. but you know that , don’t you ?? ”
( CREATION OF CONFIDENCE LAY DOWN YOUR ARMOR ! ) take a moment / / to seek the opportunity granted by the universe. as this world is unkind , but every so often , shows those strung out by WAR and TARNISH that there can be peace achieved ;; even if it’s just a TEASE. a quick taste to forgetting the horrors of the outside world. chances come so far and few between ... SO WHY NOT BASK IN THE MOMENT WHILST IT LASTS ?
the silence that befalls the two souls is welcomed , as it’s presence is not accompanied by DISCOMFORT , but instead :: PEACE. it left the commander feeling at ease. ( FOR ONCE ! allowed to know comfort shared within good company ! ) no one could have seen it coming. the NIGHTMARE TORN soldier dressed in a false facade of being brave -- becoming so close with a creature of the night. an unexpected surprise ... but one he would come to APPRECIATE and hold dear as time continues on.
liquor made of aged ingredients and a sharp aroma travel smoothly down his throat as the other’s words ring in his ear. when the cup parts from thin lips ;; a SMILE plays to features foreign to the motion. ( she is modest. something he appreciates of her. ) “ the unfortunate reality of it all -- it seems. “ he leans forward in his seat now , rustic gold LOOMING over the chess board with careful precision. “ i don’t think it’s something i’ll ever get use to. not that i would want to , at least. your patience knows no bounds ... it certainty saved me today , and for that , i have to thank you. “ for a moment his eyes linger to take in her appearance ( A PART OF HIM HOPING HE WAS NOT CAUGHT ! ) before returning to the game.
EVENTUALLY , he takes a pawn between his fingers to advance it on the board , flicking his full attention to serana once more. “ i suppose you’re right. though , i thought i would have been much more experienced with all of this , especially with how much chess i’ve played. “
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** ( THE HELLHOUND ) TASSOS . !
there isn’t a way to encapsulate five thousand years of iniquity and the toll it takes on a man in just one reply, or at least he can’t come up with one. instead, a suspicious eye casts along the length of the mantle … considering the agenda behind the act. there’s always an agenda behind the act.
in the corners of his eye, little figures ( cast out into reality from the rot of his brain ) scuttle about. tassos is usually adept at ignoring them now. or perhaps they just have begun to … blur into the every day. the norm.
❝ why do you give a shit what a’ wear or don’t wear? ❞
biting, it’s biting, it isn’t meant to be so biting. tass is weary and haunted and irked by his hallucination, now suddenly aware of their presence. almost alike when one reminds themselves that they are breathing, and suddenly, all they can think about is their breathing. not that tass remembers the warm familiarity of natural breath. the man wants to say sorry. sorry, i’m so tired. sorry, your gesture was kind and it frightened me, because no one’s ever kind to me without sinister ulterior motives. sorry, i can see the ghosts of my murdered family behind you, playing, bloody in the snow, and i’d give my immortal life to not see them anymore, and i’m upset, and i’m taking it out on you, and i’m sorry.
none of these things are said. instead, tass sniffs, wipes his nose with the back of his bare arm. ❝ y’need tha’, i don’t, i’m dead, you ain’t. ❞ he remarks. donas, lord of all hounds, casts cullen a reproachful look. for a second it says, in its blues, the words ‘i’m sorry.’ then it is gone. replaced by their usual, stoic stillness. ❝ wha’s got you up at arse crack’a’dawn, let alone me? ❞
MORTALS BEWARE ! as the BEAST bares it’s fangs in protest , warning those surrounding of the BITE it wields ! ( do not tempt it to strike those weak at heart / / as it will do so WITHOUT HESITATION ! ) many would quake at the weight of his words , the vocals behind his roar enough to convince others to run ... but not cullen. no , the lion stayed perfectly still , hazels CAREFULLY trained to the one before him. behind thin lips rest his tongue under the pressure of his teeth -- processing what he should say before daring to speak.
“ it’s an OFFER , not a DEMAND. “ he is quick to point out , his words are stern , but still remain soft. he does not know much about tass ;; THIS THE TRUTH ! but , he knows that he has not been shown kindness in a very long time. so the commander is patient. something most people lack these days. he does not waver STILL holding his mantle out to the other.
“ just because you are dead doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated as such. especially when you APPEAR human ... besides , i wouldn’t be offering if i needed it. “ if words seemed HARSH they weren’t intended to be. cullen recognizes the shift in his mood during the early hours of the day -- usually reflecting on his hours of sleep ( OR LACK THERE OF ) which is what caused him to stir so prematurely this morning.
FOR A MOMENT TOO LONG HE IS SILENT. left to contemplate whether telling tass the truth to his sudden appearance was a sound idea / / perhaps AFRAID of any judgement that may soon be left in it’s wake. eventually , a sigh huffs from parted lips , words that follow barely above a whisper. “ NIGHTMARES ... it’s the same memories that plague me every night. the only familiar life offers me ... “ his eyes are quick to avoid contact with the hound for a second ( HIS EYES PLAYING BACK THE MEMORIES HE DID NOT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ! ) before giving him his full attention once more.
“ just means i get a head start on the day above everyone else. i usually take a stroll in the courtyard around this time , but then heard you and thought to check on the commotion. “
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he has elected to send another dog his way , the happiest , with a message in tow. the scroll reads -- ' the harvest moon is when a hedgemage is most powerful. prepare yourself, should you face an unfortunate end. ' signed , :) .
there is something UNSETTLING wrapped around the hound that approaches. it’s prance expressing pure euphoria , while the note in it’s mouth sounds alarms in the commander’s thoughts. ( ANTICIPATION / / THRIVES IN ATTEMPTS TO DROWN THE LION IN THE INEVITABLE. the inquisitor required his attention , but denied his presence. this would NOT end well for him. ) careful is the hand that feeds , taking the scroll with caution before watching the hound return to where he came. weary eyes ABSORB the information passed to him ;; leaving cullen in complete silence for all too long. emotions are quick to stir and PANIC sinks into his heart. though he does not show it !
INSTEAD he spent the rest of the evening brewing in his chambers … only relying on his scouts to keep him informed of the inquisitors doings throughout the night.
@voidrites ♥ . !
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one of these days i’m going to make a huge meta post about cullen’s image and how important it is to him.
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** ( ROGUE PRANKSTER ) SERA . !
❝ 𝙿𝙵𝙵𝙵 – 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 , i didn’t do it . honest . i dunno why your … ❞ she can barely choke out her next words , ribs shaking in poorly restrained laughter . the apple of her cheeks round and flush with the effort it takes to not giggle . inhaling once , she forces herself into a mimicry – mockery – of a stern expression . ❝ why your sword is stuck in its sheath — ❞ she’s lying. ❝ but that’s not my problem . ‘n i dunno who told you they saw me walkin’ around with glue , but they’re butts . y’ can tell ‘em that right to their butt - faces . ❞
@lionsvow : ♡ .
not an OUNCE of amusement drips from features set in stone / / SCOWLING , MENACING. he was no fool , so he did not appreciate such mockery. this would not be the first time ( NOR THE LAST ! ) that the commander had caught wind of sera’s PRANKS around skyhold. most harmless this one ... NOT SO MUCH. “ interesting. seeing as on all accounts they SPECIFICALLY mentioned your name. “ he points out , eyes like daggers attempting to see right through her. “ on top of that ;; none of them knew about what happened to my sword. you on the other hand DESCRIBED THE INCIDENT PERFECTLY JUST NOW. “
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** ( THE HELLHOUND ) TASSOS . !
彡 ♔ LORD OF ALL HOUNDS ☛ he’s been at it for hours. hacking away. an impossible amount of hours, spent expertly whacking and slashing at practice dummies. it would have been the wee hours of the morning now.
maybe … if he hit something hard enough, it’d knock everything else loose. nightmares, sleep anxiety, they’d all fall from him and thunk into the snow, to be kicked away and forgotten. no such luck. tassos hadn’t tired ( one doesn’t tend to tire when they are dead ), though he’d nicked himself during his tirade. thick, black blood weeps from the little wounds.
❝ am i being too loud? ❞ says he, flatly. he’s scad in little clothing, nightwear perhaps, and the cold sticks to his bare skin in goosepimples. another boon of being deceased is that cold is all you know. it doesn’t bother you anymore, after a while. ❝ i’ll ask th’ metal cunts t’clink quieter, if i am. ❞
@lionsvow
THE DEAD DON’T SLEEP. something one learns through many years of WAR against the hellspawn that have decimate the earth. they linger in the moon’s shadow , darkness their preferred company when they strike death consuming / / EVERLASTING. it seemed like a pointless fight , but one they would see to it’s end ( NO MATTER THE OUTCOME ! ) though , the commander almost lost hope ;; the sheltered light of victory almost out of reach ... before the spark was reignited with a PARTICULAR SCOUT.
his stride is slow. A HUNTER STALKING HIS PREY AGAINST THE EARLY MORNING DEW. cullen knew exactly where to find tassos THIS early in the morning ;; off training while the rest of the surrounding souls caught their last bit of shuteye before stirring awake. hushed footsteps approach , but he knows the other will recognized his presence WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.
“ i wouldn’t say LOUD ... but not exactly discreet either. “ he comments , taking this as an OPPORTUNITY to scan over the entity. ( TAKE NOTE :: of the black ichor that drips from faded flesh. let it be a reminder that the one before thee WAS NOT HUMAN ! ) a defeated sigh drifts from parted lips as the human removes the fur mantle from his person , offering it to tass while he still held his attention.
“ if you are going to get yourself hurt at least cover up better. what’s got you THIS worked up so early in the day ? “
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** ( CHARMING FIREFIGHTER ) ALISTAIR . !
@lionsvow
calls for false alarms were common, calls for electrical fires, gas fires, hell even bonfires were common. CHEMICAL EXPERIMENT FIRES? that was new. or at least it was new for him ever since he joined his station. alistair adored being a firefighter, the ability to help others, it was something he didn’t realize he craved even when he was just a sarcastic teen in a foster home, lonely and acting out for attention. ever since realizing that this job was where he belonged his life turned around somewhat, he has the rest of the men and women in his station, people he cared about and trusted, and he finally was financially stable to have his own place away from the prying eyes from any reminders of his admittedly very lonely childhood.
despite his newfound and temporary happiness, the loneliness still set in, outside of work he was constantly reminded of how he didn’t have anyone. visits to his favorite park were bittersweet, FRESH AIR AND EXERCISE, TWO THINGS NEEDED FOR A FIREFIGHTER, but the families, the smiling families and friends who seemed so at ease just spending time together. it reminded him of the dull hole in his heart, a hole that ached since he was a mere lad. NOBODY WANTED A MUD COVERED ORPHAN, AND EVENTUALLY NOBODY WANTED A TEENAGE BOY IN GENERAL. and even now people just didn’t want him, it wasn’t like he saw any of his co-workers outside of the firehouse anyhow.
perhaps these overly sad thoughts were a reason why he was both terrified and elated when they got the call for the chemical fire. he supposed there was one person he saw outside of work, his barista cullen who he saw nearly every day, and there was something about the man’s kind personality, sweet smile, and ability to have his drink ready every morning that reminded him that maybe he wasn’t so alone. WAS IT SAD? TO BE SORTA FRIENDS WITH YOUR BARISTA? he didn’t care, cullen was someone he cared for despite knowing like three things about the man. what did he know? he liked dogs ( who didn’t? ) he knew his drink order ( not like black iced coffee with a shot of creamer was hard ) and he was a history professor when he wasn’t serving drinks in his little apron. ( he liked that apron ) either way he saw the blonde as his friend which is why he was both terrified that cullen was hurt in the fire at the city’s only college and elated with a skip in his step that he might actually get to see the man outside of his favorite coffee shop.
THE FIRE WAS QUICKLY PUT OUT, and after a quick run through of all the classrooms, he was almost disappointed when there was no sign of golden curls anywhere… until he walked back outside that is. apparently the guy had a thing for firetrucks, because there he was staring at his mode of transportation. an admittedly silly smile upticks his lips as he marches forward, his gear somewhat slowing his progress, but not at all deterring him.
“ cullen! ” he calls brightly, finally coming to rest in front of the man. “ hardly recognized you without the apron and without the sweet sweet smell of freshly ground coffee. ” honeyed gaze glancing back at the school, he notes the students and faculty both crowding ahead to made it to their next classes now that the fire was over. “ so this is where your magic happens? funny, i always pictured you munching on an apple while students fawned over your impressive mind and terrific beverage memory. or maybe that does happen and i’m just being deprived of witnessing it. ” after his joking, the humor fades from his tone, though his smile stays, much smaller now. “ …are you alright? do you need anything? i know it wasn’t the history classroom that lit ablaze, but that doesn’t mean fires aren’t traumatic in general… ”
caused chaos was still CHAOS in the end. whether intended , OR A MISTAKE , was up to the culprit with hands stained RED during the crime ( or in this case , charred on hopeless intentions ) this was silly. clearly evident to anyone seeing the situation for it’s TRUTH. a plea for attention from someone the barista - no - the professor believed saw right through him. took him as just another cog in the MACHINE of life ... with WORDS he may have proven otherwise , but the blonde always saw that actions provided the best evidence. the chemistry professor owed him a solid anyway. ( consider his due :: PAID )
HE DIDN’T QUITE UNDERSTAND WHAT IT WAS ABOUT THE FIREFIGHTER THAT DEMANDED HIS ATTENTION. captivating in a way that left the professor dumbfounded. he had friends , not many , but enough to satisfy his social life when need be. cliche to entertain but there was something different about the other that drew him in. he SEEMED friendly enough in passing when he worked at the coffee shop ... so why not attempt to get to know him ? GOOD IDEA ON PAPER / / when executed properly. cullen never was good at MINGLING when he had his hands full. so he sought out an opportunity that worked for him. this seemed appropriate.
patience was key. when the signal for all clear was announced ;; the history professor remained from the crowd. UNWAVERING ... PATIENT. planted in an obvious spot for the firefighter to find him. the moment provided was quiet / / the familiar tone of his name being spoken interrupting. dusted sunsets rise and rest on the speaker before a NERVOUS smile crossed his features.
“ it’s good to see you alistair, “ he is QUICK to greet , smile unwavering “ a nice change of scenery is always appreciated. though it’s ashamed it’s not on better terms ... i would have MUCH rather seen the coffee shop burn down over the school any day. “ he is not afraid to jest with the other , the lightness in his tone showing he meant no harm from his comment. “ i wish ... i’m sure they would much rather fawn over my drink knowledge than anything i have to say of history. but if you are interested i may be able to see drink making becomes an elective you could attend. “
the next question catches cullen off guard , causing the blonde to pause for a moment. ( SELFISH TO FORGET ! that the man before thee strives to PROTECT those surrounding :: day in and day out ! ) he takes a breath before sighing , hazel eyes reflecting his emotions / / MELANCHOLY ! “ i’m fine. i’ve dealt with my fair share of trash can fires in my day so this does not seem much different. are ... you alright ? you are the one to rush into danger in this situation , after all. “
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i ,, sadly have to call it quits for the night due to having the morning shift tomorrow and also needing all of the energy i can get for what comes after work tomorrow ( awkwardly hanging out with my boss to support my fellow coworker / friend ) but before i head off i just want to say : THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.
i know i just came back but like ... i feel so welcomed ? and i’m just genuinely excited to have the chance to write again thanks to all of you who have been plotting with me and , all in all , showing your support one way or another. i’m just ! really excited to get the ball rolling on this blog !
thank you all again for this. i hope you all have a wonderful sunday and i get to write again tomorrow night. talk to you all soon !
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** ( LOST SURVIVOR ) DEET . !
‘ EXCUSE ME —– ’ it ’ s a soft voice thats barely above a whisper that she attempts to use in order to reach the strangers ears , she was stood behind him only a few mere feet away from the front gate of the vast castle in the sky . ‘ I APPEAR TO BE LOST , can you kindly point me in the direction of ambassador Josephine Montilyet ? ’
@lionsvow / STARTER CALL ♡
CAPTIVATING HORIZONS ;; lost against the CHAOS of life renewed. overseeing constant variables dancing around the next as they work on their shared goal to bring life back to a land untouched by war ! such a task did not come without it’s hardships , which explained the presence of the commander. he offered input when asked and did what he could to HELP the cause ( BUT HE WAS ONLY ONE MAN ! how much aid could he truly provide ? )
lost in his own thoughts , it takes the voice of another to drag him back to REALITY. for a moment too long he cannot seem to find the source -- gazing back and forth wondering if he had CONJURED the whispers in his head. fortunately , he soon found the culprit , almost too SURPRISED to see a grottan before him to SPEAK.
“ i apologize , you caught me off guard. “ he is not ashamed to ADMIT his faults , turning his full attention to her now. “ i’m afraid that miss josephine is attending to some business of her own. perhaps i could be of some assistance ? “
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