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cosmereplay · 3 months
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Day 21: Fantasy
Rated Teen for a mildly suggestive scene, Eshonai/Azure, mild Warbreaker spoilers, Oathbringer spoilers. Cross posted on ao3 Check out this art by @lamaery that inspired me!
“Curiosity, Resolve, Surprise,” Azure mused as she lay atop her wife. “I think that’s my new favourite combination.”
Eshonai ran her fingers through Azure’s hair, which had turned orange-red. “I can tell. I got the Rhythm of Victory out of you,” she murmured to Amusement, which Azure felt as both a pulse of vibration and a friendly yellow. After they'd worldhopped to Nalthis, something wonderful had happened between them. When Eshonai spoke to Rhythms, Azure experienced them as sound and colour at the same time. Eshonai said the same about the colour of Azure’s royal locks, that she experienced them as Rhythms.
So far, it had been a spectacular honeymoon.
Azure hummed in pleasure, nuzzling her wife's chest and hugging her close. I could almost fall asleep here, warmed by the sunlight...Then she caught the angle of sunlight as it hit the inside of the carriage. It was a deeper angle now, no longer touching their makeshift bed, made of the two carriage benches pressed together. 
“Oh colours! We’re nearly there!” 
She sat up and scrambled off Eshonai. She cleaned them up the best she could, then started throwing on clothes as she peeked out the window. “Don’t look yet,” she warned her wife.
Eshonai pointedly looked down, busying herself with getting dressed. Azure caught a drift of pale orange sound as she buckled her belt, and she couldn’t tell whether the anxiety was hers or Eshonai’s. It had been at least a hundred years since she’d been on Nalthis, let alone anywhere near Idris itself. She was half-surprised the kingdom was still standing; she had been fully befuddled by the fact that the main road was now solidly built and well maintained. 
“Is this what you wanted?” Eshonai asked her to Amusement. She'd covered her eyes with one of her sashes.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” Azure grinned, then turned and knocked sharply on the wall of the carriage. “Stop here!” she called out.
Slowly, they came to a stop, and by the time the coachman opened the door for them, they were ready. Azure went first, then took Eshonai by both hands and carefully led her down the steps to the ground, where Eshonai wrapped an arm around Azure’s back.
They took a few steps forward into the lush summer grass, dotted with purple and white flowers. The smell of the wind made Azure feel young and hopelessly naive. She breathed slowly, taking in the view of Bevalis, the capital city of Idris. 
It was as she remembered, a small city of thatched, single story buildings nestled in the centre of the valley. She could pick out the palace even at this great distance; it was still easily the largest building. She was surprised to see that the buildings were not all painted white; spots of colour dotted the city here and there. The sight made her smile.
“Well, oncemate? Can I look yet, or does Idris need to put its clothes on, too?” Eshonai joked.
Azure snapped out of her reverie. “Yes! Yes I think Idris is ready for you to see it. Here it is, the place where I spent my childhood.” 
She lifted the cloth from Eshonai’s eyes, and Eshonai gasped, looking up, down, slowly spinning, trying to see everything at once.
“Everything is so green!” she exclaimed to Joy. “And the fields are massive! Storms, the mountains are huge! Is that snow? How can they be green and snowy at the same time? Are there two different seasons happening at once?”
“Kind of,” Azure said thoughtfully, but Eshonai kept rambling, stepping forward and pointing.
“How does your city survive at the bottom of the mountains like that? Don’t the rains wash it out with every storm? Or do you not have storms here?”
“Not like Roshar.”
Eshonai looked up and breathed deeply, smelling the wind, and then she looked down, brushing the grass with her foot. “The plants here are so tame. I want to kick them,” she said to Joy.
Azure laughed. Eshonai’s curiosity, and her joy, were infectious. She could tell her hair was turning a scandalous yellow, and she didn't care one bit.
“I’ve got something even better,” she said, grinning at her wife. “We’ll pick them. Let me show you how to make a bouquet. It'll be almost as beautiful as you.”
Eshonai hummed to Joy, and Azure wondered how she could be so lucky, to find a woman who made everything yellow.
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Better visit before they close. The Brett IPA with Citra reminds me a bit of @nocluebrew Saison Du Clue. #valiantbrewing #bevaliant #brettparty #drinklocal #ocbeer #ipa #citra #craftcascade
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#Repost @frankly_emily_ with @get_repost ・・・ ‪This past Saturday, I had an amazing day representing @geekgirlauthority at @microsoft’s Girls in Gaming Summit!‬ ‪ It was an incredible event, with some amazing and inspiring speakers. I’m looking forward to more events like this in the future! #bevaliant #videogames #gamergirls ‬#girlsingaming #lavaliant
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bataikurieatlaike · 6 years
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PRIEKAIŠTAI
PAGALIAU ANTRAS ĮRAŠAS. Pastaruoju metu turiu daug minčių galvoje, bet jos visos atrodo nevertos būti išgirstos ir pamatytos. Galbūt dėl to taip ilgai pati laukiau kol parašysiu antrą įrašą ir prisiruošiu planuoti trečiąjį. Jei atvirai, dabar išgyvenu tokį laikotarpį, kai nelabai kas motyvuoja ir turi prasmę, tad manau prisiminimas apie tuos keturis metus, apie visokius suvokimus kai buvau jaunesnė ir mažiau susivokusi, man pačiai labai tinka. Pati sau primenu kuo man reikia tikėti, kaip reikia su savimi susikalbėti ir kaip reikia nelėkti, nesiblaškyti, o sustoti ir apsidairyti. Tad štai:
Kasdien… Keturis metus, mažiausiai du kartus (kartais ir keturis ar šešis), nueidavau garbingą kilometrą tarp stotelės ir namų. Dažniausiai tai būdavo pats tingiausias kilometras į priekį ir labiausiai erzinantis atgal. Labiausiai erzinantis, nes tokios skersvėjų kupinos gatvės dar nesu mačiusi, o vakarinė saulė taip raukdavo kaktą, kad man net neįpusėjus kilometro imdavo erzulys. Tikriausiai tas kilometras buvo mano visų laikų labiausiai vengiama kelio atkarpa, kurios neišvengiamybė ją paversdavo tik karčia prievole.
Tik dabar, besikapstydama po savo prisiminimus, suvokiu, kad ta prievolė ilgainiui man tapo kaip ritualas, kuris pradėdavo ir užbaigdavo mano dieną, Kurio dėka aš „išeidavau” į pasaulį šviežia, tuščia galva, o namo grįždavau su nauju patyrimu.
Visos mano pamokos, kurias jau pradėjau sąmoningai priimti prasidėjo nuo vieno rudens vakaro, kuomet grįžinėjau namo tą patį vieną kilometrą. Tuomet man tikrai atrodė, kad vėjas man lipa ant kulnų, kibina ir erzina lyg tyčia. Beeidama ir keikiausi, ir juokiausi, ir rankove valiau ašaras, ir tai buvo mano ilgiausias kilometras gyvenime - kuomet neįvyko nieko pastebimo, nieko ryškaus, bet mano galvoje mainėsi emocijos, mintys, jausmai, ir pati net nesusivokiau, kiek daug supratau ir išmokau apie save, kasdien bekeliaudama tą kilometrą. Tuomet parbėgau namo, prisėdau ir parašiau: PRIEKAIŠTUS RUDENIUI
Tave rudenis persekioja. Vėjas iš nugaros kimba, po paltu šaltas velniūkštis lenda, tiesiai į ausį nemandagus švilpauja. Geltoni, raudoni, patižę ir sausesni lapai tyčia su tavim lenktynes žaidžia. Nepaleidžia, kvailučiai - bando sustabdyti tave prilipdami prie batų padų, o juk jie tokie besvoriai! O tu principingas, vaidini, kad rimtas - nesikalbi, nežaidi su rudeniu. Eini išsitiesęs, tvirtas, kaip jaunas karys, žengi dideliu žingsniu, plačiu mostu sklaidai orą. Žandai įraudę, nugairinti. Akys drėgnos nuo žvarbaus, šiurkštoko vėjo žaidimo. Bet neliūdnos. Rimtos! Jau netoli namai. Greitini žingsnį, įsitempia čiurnų sausgyslės - skauda. Bet negalvoji nei apie rudenio žaidimus, nei apie skausmą, nei apie rudenio skausmą. Tik apie darbus, pareigas. Skaičiuoji taupomus pietų pinigus, apsvarstai ir apibendrini draugų poelgius, kitų santykius, neseniai perskaitytos knygos kokybę. Užsiiminėji gašliais formalumais! Tu kartais toks naivus - manai, vienas esi toks ištvermingas. Sau skaisčiu žvilgsniu į tolį žiūri, galvoji - turiu valios. Kaip tu norėsi, taip ir bus. Bet ruduo mėgsta, kai žaidi jo žaidimus. Ir taip pat turi valios, per amžius ugdytos. Jis nors žaismingas, bet žavinga lape atsiduoda. Paslepia iššieptus dantis už pūkuotos uodegėlės, kartais dar pavizgina baltu jos galiuku. O matai tik akeles - maloniai besišypsančias, geltonuojančias saulytes! Taigi dabar, kai rudenis šiek tiek susierzinęs, lietutis ima byrėti tiesiai tau į akis, drasko lūpas. Tu bandai dar išlikti kaip kareivėlis, bet esi priverstas užsimerkti, nes neiškęsi erzinančių lašų, pasisukti, susigūžti šimtuose šalikų. Vėjas tau iš nugaros griebia už vieno šaliko galo. Vos prismaugia, nori tave pakeisti, priversti su juo žaisti. Aštrūs, žvitrūs ir greiti lašeliai, švilpimas, čežėjimas, spragsėjimas. Dieną atrodęs žavus rudenėlio žaidimas dabar tampa tamsos kankinimu! Sustoji. Nuleidi akis ir pasiduodi - imi žaisti su rudeniu. Pradedi galvoti apie tai, ką patyrei, ko išmokai, ką jauti, apie santykius su draugais, mylimu žmogumi. Galvoji apie įvairias prasmes, klausinėji, ieškai praeities, knaisiojiesi po atmintį. Darai viską, ko nori ruduo, - liūdi, šypsaisi, verki, kikeni, pyksti, švelniai niūniuoji - prisimeni, bandai nusikratyti - pamiršti. Gi lieki stovėti bevalis, išvargęs po žaidimo. Liūtis tyliai išslenka namo, lapai, priploti prie žemės, lieka užnugary. Vėjas dabar vėl draugiškai stumteli iki namo durų, laiptais viršun. Tu eini miegoti vos nusivylęs: savimi, gal kiek ir rudeniu. Padedi galvą ant pagalvės, pasikiši ranką po pilvu (nes nėra ko apkabinti). Blakstienos susilipdo. Rytoj tu pabusi nuo geltonos švieselės, kurią lange paišys rudenio švelnus atspindys. Gerai. Nei tikėjimo, nei visos valios nepraradai.
Šis įrašas nėra panašus į jokias kitokias tolimesnes mano keliones ar nuėjimus, kurie atsitiko ar dar atsitiks, bet tai lyg mano pačios vidinis įvadas į dar vieną žingsnelį arčiau draugystės su savimi kaip priminimas kokia aš noriu būti, kur noriu būti ir kad niekas to negali atimti.
Būkim tikri.
Jūsų P.
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psydtamales · 7 years
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This weekend calls for opening some big beers. Valiant III anniversary ale is a big, sweet Belgian style ale aged in oak w/ elderberries. #valiantbrewing #bevaliant #ocbeer #drinklocal #supportlocal #craftcascade #belgianstyle
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francisfifi · 6 years
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I made this back in the #1990s. It now on #pinterest listed as #beautiful Bevali Read #clochehat” I’m officially #vintage! #flowers #strawhat #millinery #hatmaker #handmade #vintagefinds
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Here's the wall of why other people at the event play overwatch. And here's what I say to why I play overwatch; because I love the diversity it has, the exception of the LGBT+ community the story it has needs more then once a year but I still love it none the less. ((Also McCree; McCree is too good))
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somosvaliant-blog · 7 years
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¿Cuánto mas de tu vida le darás al miedo?
Únete y motiva tu día con nosotros
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