As others depart the early brunch, the sudden emptiness of the greenroom, save for Celebrían Altanissë and herself, makes itself uncomfortably apparent. Without her son to defer attention or her husband to lead in conversation, instinct is to escape rather than engage in a discussion alone with her in-law. But such manners are unworthy, even for her. Her gaze, though temporarily deferred by those departing, returns to the table. There, two porcelain cups emptied of their tea and a freshly brought teapot recalls fragmented memories of a Pultic custom where the youngest in the family attends to the needs of their elders. ❝More tea?❞ she asks, clearing her throat and stunting the silence, with intent to pour Altanissë’s cup before her own. An invitation, perhaps, to engage in a conversation long overdue.
@aeternitie (Celebrían)
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a BOOK QUOTE STARTER for PAVETTA ( @aeternitie )
“i read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but i've never been able to believe it. i don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.”
quote from: anne of green gables
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WHEN ELROND VAULTS OVER THE SIDE OF THE SHIP INTO GENTLE WAVES, she knows that celebrían has called him, and she would join his mad dash to the shore, truly, but her children deserve their own reunion — she will wait her turn, even as her heart beats wildly inside of her chest in anticipation. there will no doubt be many who await her on the shore ( even despite her own fears, she knows that her parents have never held grudges in their hearts, least of all against their children, ) but her heart yearns to see her daughter’s sweet face above any other’s.
had she not been stopped by the familiar, unexpected form of finrod, perhaps she would have interrupted them sooner, but it takes her a moment to find the will to extricate herself from his grip, and when she does it’s only because she catches sight of them, coming in from the sea dripping wet and clinging to each other.
she has eyes for no one but celebrían, then, speeding across the glittering sands of her childhood to meet them, and gathers her daughter into her arms as soon as she’s near enough. she had thought, once, that they would never be reunited.
“ oh, my hónairë. ”
@aeternitie ♡.
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𝙼𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.
@aeternitie asked : ❛ Tonight, it’s a night for celebration. ❜ / claire to lewis, re: her making of penicillin or ether
lewis had still, four hours later, not recovered from the sheer shock of claire’s announcement. he had wished endless times for some miracle drug or elixir that could render a patient insensible during surgery — indeed, what surgeon had not? — but he had never held any genuine belief that it might be possible within his lifetime, if at all. when claire had first told him, he had scarcely believed it. her demonstration, however, had been impossible to doubt, and lewis’ elation had been positively incalculable. he had half a mind to dash out into the street and offer a free surgical procedure to anyone who might be in need of one, just to give himself the opportunity to test the new drug.
letting his lips spread into one of his rare smiles, he reached out to clap claire on the shoulder. “ a night for celebration indeed. tonight, we toast to the incredible mind of claire fraser! ”
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@aeternitie said: ❝ would you take a drink with me? ❞ / from claire!
he had not heard her approach and he started slightly at the sudden sound of her voice at his elbow. but quickly, a slight smirk replaced the surprised expression. he recalled the last time he’d encountered lady grey at an event not so dissimilar to this one -- and he was pleased to see that whatever liquid camaraderie they’d forged still remained.
he made a slight bow. “ it would be an honor, ma’am, ” he said, a knowing glint in his eye. “ i take it this gathering is no more to your liking than the last. ”
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@aeternitie said : 🍒 + my URL? only if you’d like!
send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them. ALWAYS ACCEPTING
only if i’d like ? as if i wouldn’t love to grace your day with compliments & pure adoration. we have been mutuals for a couple of weeks & have not had the chance to write with one another yet BUT i am in love with your blog !!! literally, if your blog was a person, i’d be smitten. anyways, i will not try to be weirder than for the duration of this post. maybe. i gush & coo over celebrían, pavetta & claire ( i know you write more, but these are what i see the most atm ). the dedication that you have for all your muses is amazing. i enjoy your hot takes & meta. i enjoy that you delve into the way your characters speak & i can tell that it is something you take the time to think about, it really adds an edge & makes them real. tolkien is in his grave, like a proud dad. along that same vein ... the fact that you take on different point of views ( i believe you said that claire’s is in first person ) to really feel your muse is commendable. in short : i love your blog & you are great. kris jenner’s voice : you’re doing amazing, sweetie !!
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Something bad that Tommen could not have controlled or influenced in any way: *happens*
Tommen, becoming the pigeon meme: Is this my fault?
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@aeternitie offered : otsune-no-mikoto, they hallow her. both skin and clay she has shed to become starlight. yet before the greatest of kami, the mother of life, she is humbled. and with humbleness she takes this gift in both hands, running her fingers through it, marvelling. she begins to braid it with great care, her devotion that of a daughter and of a priestess. the sun will go down and come up again before her task is finished. it will not be finished, and it matters not: she could do it eternally.
there are lapses concentrated inside the infinity of her memory, moments so transient and so gossamer that if she were to reach out, pluck at their fortune and fall back, she would feel nothing else but a waxy ripple. time overlaps into more time, but what is time when flesh can be so easily changed ? when the spirit of one’s whole body can feel too big, too magnificent when housed inside one single vessel. what is time when ages have sprouted only to wither, and all that remains of their memory are older vestiges begotten and discarded. she might think to entangle herself in those soapy ropes, feel the essence of forgetting wash over her like a lonely wave.
this time she is not alone.
this time she remembers again and again and again.
her hair pools about them both ; a milky river ebbing onwards into the horizon, shedding colours left and right, remaining pearly even while the sunset bleeds into oranges, reds and pinks. she takes these colours as her own. the dawn is intrinsic to the matter of her existence. the all - mother’s portfolio of influence was the very beginnings of life itself, and yet, she could not hold them all alone. her hands are ancient, and they are warm, but they will always seek the comfort of another.
❛ you would do well with a mantle of lilacs, my friend. ❜ she hums, and it is a vivid and euphoric sound teetering on the edge of heaven itself. amaterasu- ōmikami busies herself while otsune - no - mikoto threads a jade comb through each strand of her hair. tucked between the cradle of her palms, there is a constellation brimming and bright. she has not yet decided on a name, perhaps she will not for some time, for once you name a thing that is when it is born. that is when it bubbles. ❛ i see you wearing a crown threaded with figs and pine, illuminated by the crescent moon. ❜
i think it would be beautiful.
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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 @aeternitie
“𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬 with your presence, my lady.”
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@aeternitie, you are loved ♥️ submitted by anonymous
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hi, this is just a reminder that i adore having you on my dash! i’ve been checking in sporadically at best but it’s always lovely to see your posts. i love your marsali to bits and your opal is half the reason i’m stoked to get to LOK, but all your muses are beautifully written. even with the ones i’m not personally familiar with, it’s clear how much thought and passion you put into them ❤️
i adore you !!! can’t wait to write with and see you back in full swing 💖💖💖
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@aeternitie sent: 📂📂📂[ random headcanon meme ]
- faramir is that horse girl who talks to his horse.
- faramir doesn’t drink a lot, one or two drinks but that’s about it. there’s a couple of times where he’s been actually drunk (most likely due to some sort of peer pressure) but he doesn’t enjoy it when he is.
- as a teenager, he liked to push to see how far he can go without someone snapping. (mostly he does this with boromir but his brother isn’t only the one he did this too)
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@aeternitie said: Katrina makes Elain feel protective above anything else. They may not be related by blood, but Katrina has been her daughter practically since the moment Ismira died, and she wants nothing so much as for Katrina to be safe, happy and treated well.
LISTEN I HAVE TO TELL YOU, i love their relationship in canon but i love the relationship that we’ve built for them EVEN MORE!
tell my muse how they make your muse feel. (ACCEPTING!)
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@aeternitie sent : ❝ you desperately need money for new clothes. ❞ írissë
“ WHY, because these look like yours? ”
the witcher starters. accepting.
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aeternitie replied to your post: i really love that the ‘discovery’ of ether for...
lewis: oh my god this is a miraculous invention claire: actually you can get it at the shop down the street
slakjdfsf he knows you can get it down the street this lad probably gets high off of it monthly he just is amazed she made it work in surgery
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@aeternitie p a v e t t a.
“ na zielonej łące, raz, dwa trzy, pasły się zające, raz, dwa trzy... “
the song left the queen’s lips as she brushed the comb through her daughter’s soft hair, ashen grey and so alike her own, the quiet moment of closure so welcome, helping her defeat the dark thoughts that would plague her mind... it’s been months since she’s last heard from roegner, and nervousness was taking the best of her.
“ after breakfast, we shall go see to the baby hawks, what do you say, córeczko? “
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