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" AGONY... "
❝ FEAR … ❞ mimicry is the simplest form of flattery, as humans had put it. the puppet is greeted with a display of mild aggression, posture like that of a feline’s attempts to make itself more threatening to intruders.
Lashers are hovering above the shadow being’s hunched form akin to a scorpion readying its stinger, their own two sets of taloned hands digging into the fertile soil below. despite the somewhat unfriendly message evelynn brings with their posture, their form is not one that tells of an attack outright.
No, the tone that the shadowed being holds in their replies is one that holds impish hostility dependent on where the interaction goes.
❝ it’s been a looong time.. how have you been ? ❞
#crowbore#⊰ ic. / ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵎ ⊱#⊰ v : main. / ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⊱#// eve vc: id say ive been really busy being dead but that would be lying
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crowbore replied to your post.
wb combinations of colors? :O like an uneven mix of reds and blues, or like…..ones w/ splashes of three colors
YES. ones like
dying them and playing around with them by biological and magical means is a hobby she’s picked up in her spare time u_u
#❛ meta. ›› uncertain flame of hope i found.#crowbore#being lux's friend is going through her rose garden its rite of passage#she has other plants in her garden too but her rose rainbow is the most prevalent thing that sticks out
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❤︎ you are my favorite writer of your muse ❉ I’ve followed you for a long time
❤︎ you are my favourite writer of your muse ❉ I’ve followed you for a long time
you have followed me for a long time burd. what like four years or something across my jarv and mal’z blogs!? thank you for always being there to support me and i’m so glad you love my muses
anonymous impressions – prompt !
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UNPROMPTED. always accepting.
@crowbore sent: " MONSTER! MONSTER! DON'T HURT US! " for kaisa
knuckles turned white as her hands balled into fists at her sides, determined not to make a show out of her anger. those haunting words had plagued her since she’d first heard them what seemed like a lifetime ago -- back when she was too naive to see what she’d become. the young woman paused for a moment before turning to face where the sound had come from, debating whether she should even give her nightmares the satisfaction of being faced.
“ if you wanted a reaction, you came to the wrong girl, ” she retorted, though as she looked back into the darkness behind her it became apparent -- or seemingly so -- that no person was there. the familiar purple glow of her shoulder pods was enough for her to see a few metres ahead of her, though she knew better than to trust her vision. the void was cruel and twisted; whatever was taunting her would surely not cease after one attempt. kai’sa inhaled, sucking the warm desert air into her lungs as she prepared for the onslaught of torturous whispers that would surely follow.
if becoming one with the void creature had taught her one thing, it was that she could withstand far worse taunts than those that had been verbalised. her mind had not once allowed the screams of fear to be forgotten; the sounds of panic as villagers had gathered to protect themselves against her. so often did her thoughts ( were they even hers any more? ) fall into a state of despair at what she had become, wondering if one day she would succumb to the void that waited so eagerly to claim her.
“ tell me, if I am a monster, then what are you? ”
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@crowbore said : " little light...LITTLE. LIGHT! "
somedays, it’s better to just stay in bed. to close the window, turn over and hide under the covers, shove the pillow over her ears. it would have been easier to, then to get up and wander out through the wilderness. so close to home, light conjured in hand, yet lux feels as if she’s traversing through a different dimension. the wind whispering what sounds like --- feels like words, and yet all she can do is follow them deeper through the trees. what words ? she wouldn’t know unless she made it through.
and yet, she could still see some of the dim lights through the trees of crownguard manor. why did she feel so far away, then ? like she had left demacia about a thousand steps ago, traveled through ionia, into whatever lies past the corners of the maps. she can’t make it out, those words, still. so further down the rabbit hole she goes --- because curiosity killed the cat, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t ever find out.
lux thinks she hears something, finally. her feet stop, bare and covered in dirt and mud and the hems of her nightgown dirtied by the greenery she’s tread over. behind her, maybe ?
❛❛ ... sylas ? ❜❜ he aught to be miles toward the frejlord by now, she knows. but she still can’t help but wonder, because no one else could know that, call her that. lux stops, turns around, and heads back the way she came, with a pace quicker than the one she embarked with.
but it’s louder, and more clear. louder and louder, until she knows that it isn’t sylas’ voice she hears, that it isn’t just the wind she mistakes. her feet move faster, and faster, when her illumination drops ( her forearms glow instead, so she isn’t just wandering through the dark ) and she nearly trips a handful of times.
little light, little light, lux swears that the guards are screaming it at her when she returns to the gates, but two of them simply gawk at her in disbelief, with her glowing arms and disheveled self just after she body - checks one of them. she’s shaking, looking over her shoulder, her hands and arms are glowing so brightly by now that it’s hard to see past the treeline.
but she looks, sees something vague, and outline of a man holding up a lantern ( was he a man ? or was it something else ? ). tianna is going to grill her for sneaking out, again, but better here than out there with whatever that was.
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