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marguelvasquez · 3 years

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𖧧 w ⸼ elcome ◞ ❪ Marguel'ѕ [🍣]bl𖦹g°ᴗ°

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ꜜ ꜜ are you doing well?

yes no

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🧷 ¡? 𝐈.𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ?! 🧷

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ꜜ ꜜ BEFORE WE KNOW THE 5 GIVEN BENEFITS OF THE CLASSICAL MUSIC TO OUR HEALTH JUST WATCH THIS VIDEO FIRST! ꜜ ꜜ

: 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇?

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-Did you know that music can make you smarter?

multiple studies have shown listening to music increases cognitive performance,

and the university of kansas medical centre found that the people who had musical

training in their lives had better mental sharpness, and scored the highest on brain function.

⋅◦༻ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑༺◦⋅

- if you love listening to music while you work out good news,

music has been scientifically proven to make you work out

with music work out harder! , and their perceived excertion

is lower.

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- can listening to music turn you into superman? probably not.

but researchers from the university of Utah's pain , research

center found that listening to music helped people to feel less pain.

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- music can actually be good for your health.

researchers have discovered that listening to joyful music can

help promote a healthy heart

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- need to relax? Just listen to some music!

many studies have shown that music can significantly reduce

stress and anxiety levels. According to one study, listening to

music can you enjoy on a daily basis can significantly lower

your levels of stress, and is more effective at lowering anxiety

than the music's effect on anxiety that the sedative midazolam.

Another study found that music's effect on anxiety levels is

si similar to that of getting massage.

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𖧧 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 2 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

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byalung · 6 years

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Gumila, wagi sa chess tourney sa San Juan

Ni Gilbert Espeña

PINAGHARIAN ni Narcisco Gumila Jr., dating top player ng Eulogio “Amang” Rodriguez Institute of Science and Technology (EARIST) ang katatapos na 2017 Open Chess Training tourneynitongf Huwebes sa Barangay Salapan, San Juan City. (more…)

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#Gilbert Espea #Jan Roldan Oriendo #Jayson Esparagoza #Marguel Soria #Mark Louie Velasco #Mark Russel Salera #Rodriguez Institute of Science

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444names · 2 years

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american forenames + early noldorin names

Adlexina Ailin Albaldo Aldrin Alerrie Alesta Alfin Almine Alros Alvalley Amuil Andarly Andsa Anlie Annelin Anuertina Aprisa Ardona Arvint Asselingin Aurth Balduidgar Balyn Banie Barmais Beaney Beckirgin Bells Belor Bendy Benez Berbalber Berella Berey Berie Berna Berothil Berta Betchricky Bethriell Bilas Bilrondawn Blaulah Blois Bobbilitne Borona Bothy Brace Bravins Breannis Brellisa Brenetting Brician Brictonyn Brini Brithlerth Briviand Bromwegie Bronichane Bronnicky Broth Brubyron Bruta Canna Caraidney Carcen Careg Carester Cargel Carith Carld Carshang Carsher Cashew Catoin Cattile Ceccar Ceckim Celchawn Chadin Chaellog Chandia Chanie Charend Chelen Chridella Chrie Christion Chrog Claith Clauderi Cleglis Clifence Clionie Cobbor Coleenne Coline Coralian Cornnie Cothrina Couistald Crahirah Crain Crand Crisseff Curene Curie Cynes Dalorna Debris Derna Destilline Dinda Dinesta Dithomera Donnelucyn Doraudetsy Dorgill Dorna Dorris Dorta Dwald Dwigh Dírna Eance Eandy Eattephie Ebrand Ebreg Edgari Edhia Edhil Eleglis Elexis Elins Elivonie Ellia Elmie Elupeg Enrord Ereneth Ermabeulil Erolk Erthin Eulirist Eultoy Everin Evicto Evior Faights Fatchro Faudy Fedred Fellon Flond Floricky Florney Folan Fracy Freannicha Frencar Gaindon Gelan Gellada Gelly Genne Geony Gerna Gilkorgel Gingina Glari Gleale Gleanna Glogbald Glois Glómuilleg Glómundi Gnonny Goris Gorna Gorry Groxan Guela Gwednard Gwend Hadalvio Hadith Haely Handebor Handian Hannett Harvicia Heaver Heladea Heladen Heliris Heren Hernn Hindalvin Hopeaglod Hoplagle Horog Huadway Huricheor Húrindarl Idhil Ilexandace Iscol Ivalvice Ivany Ivrice Jachristie Jaild Jaithû Jamoled Jarshatia Jarvisa Javer Javicelvad Javrinanda Jeady Jeanya Jeatchenne Jeath Jerenne Jessee Jesuz Jillenny Jimon Joandreada Joang Joanuelina Joany Jodiance Joeleonne Joelme Jortheling Joscon Jossie Joyancina Juarve Judrik Julisope Karcill Karricis Karry Kateregoft Kateves Kather Kathurta Katrichann Kattinia Keiglina Keillina Kelenne Kellynt Keloc Keveri Kimorlagor Kirie Krica Krichark Krine Krylly Kyland Lafrene Lanie Larogbarl Laulenna Leecky Leent Lenryl Lhuis Liamold Lilettio Lionjaitte Listaldie Listie Llynth Loomeley Loranie Loray Lorgin Mabenny Maber Maberris Mabessais Magenalron Mages Maggy Magorndy Maili Maney Maniand Manicann Mannie Manny Marew Marguell Marinda Marld Marma Maroby Marose Marris Marry Marryn Marvene Maurth Mawnallyn Melia Melly Merreenn Minia Miroxansta Misarce Mithada Mithara Mithir Monaula Monna Mooly Morgof Morie Morna Mornnyanin Mornst Morom Mothan Mougle Naristatra Natina Natte Niony Nithil Noreavicia Normarcust Ogrod Olingrenne Palle Pamill Pamilydel Pathy Pathûn Patrine Paudia Paudine Paught Pauglen Paurus Peadin Pearly Peavia Peduis Quele Rafan Raniferwis Renthy Rettes Riande Robbobby Robendy Rodraquell Rodreen Rodres Rodrickir Rondarda Ronny Rootterma Rosela Royce Rumbectone Rutarrandy Sadin Saightne Salia Sarran Saylmiste Seavrold Semirand Semithy Shanne Shelindys Sheren Sheris Shessie Shlorry Shuis Sidhertas Singne Smirinith Sonjacell Sophell Soplaudia Strufina Styronie Sustan Suzablores Suzangled Talba Taleg Teanne Telard Tepharols Tephie Terrya Terryle Thangoth Thelexand Thiamie Thing Thinice Thory Thrisof Tinathû Tinee Tomel Trithuglia Tumbera Tungra Turthlung Túrine Uchawen Ufene Ufindorick Uidele Ungars Ungri Valtond Vaula Vennion Verren Vette Vindeb Vionie Walexie Wanna Waran Waynd Wenth Wilivonie Wiscolla Wranne Yollsey

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atenderofsycamoretrees · 7 years

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idk idk guys i was reading old fic and i actually like this one? space!AU battle of camlann? i think if you’re familiar with the battle of camlann this basically makes sense? idk idk?

basically new britain is space!UK, camallate & most of the small town names like vallone and til tomeil is space!england, glamorgan is space!wales, and manassah is space!scotland.

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Marguel looks at him steadily, and Athyr feels suddenly weary and sick. All this time he's been telling himself everything will be fine -- maybe even pretending that the last year never happened, it was just a fever dream. But Marguel's eyes, which have always been so hard and determined, are watching him now with something a lot like pity, and he knows it's all true. Inescapable.

Nine months slipping in and out of consciousness in an Alliance hospital and the Brocelliande's sickbay, nine months being opened up and sewn shut, doctors taking things out and putting things in and pulling on the ends of things to gauge his reflexes like hitting buttons on a dash and seeing what happens. Nine months, and what's he got to show for it? This long, white scar on his chest and Marguel's pity, finally, after forty-five years.

She startles him by moving suddenly, and he follows the movement to see her put her hand on his knee. He sees it.

But he doesn't feel anything. Nothing at all.

"Athyr," she says softly. "Tell me what happened. I've been waiting all this time for you to tell me."

"No, not now--" His voice comes out like a kid's, stretched with misery.

"Yes. Now. Why the hell are you here and not back there ruling that planet? Why did I have to pick your body out of a field of dead men? I trusted you. I thought you weren't just Vtere's bastard fool, I gave you a chance. I thought you'd know better than to waste lives. What happened?"

Athyr fights back the urge to bury himself under the blankets. He's never thought of himself as a coward, but right now he's so tired, and everything is so wrong. He doesn't want to be fighting with Marguel. He wants to be back in Gwen's arms, or listening to Lanselos talking some smart-ass trash while they're in their cups.

"The duel," he says, finally.

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The duel is the first step to the end, far more than anything Lanse could have done. Athyr knows it, and he knows he's as like to be shot as anything. Lanse has always been better with a gun in his hand, and he's got no alternative -- Athyr was too generous in not having him executed outright, and he's got to take this chance and win it, because he won't get another. So he'll shoot to kill now; he has to. It doesn't matter whether he's Athyr's xiong di now.

But he never gets the chance.

The hot New Britain wind blows Athyr's hair around his face, blows sand down the back of his neck. He can't make out Lanse's expression from where he's standing, but Lanse is holding his pistol perfectly steady. Athyr watches the barrel, concentrating on the dirty air and Bedwyr's voice, tense and sharp, and everything else that he ought to pull into himself with one deep breath because any minute now it's just going to end--

And suddenly he reels back on the pitch, all his breath gone, and a pain like fire in his shoulder. When he lifts his eyes, he's not looking at Lanse. He's watching Hall security surround Gwen, who's holding her hands up calmly -- handing Bedwyr her gun like it's nothing -- and then things start to blur with the pain, and he's dimly aware that Marguel is beside him.

When things come clear, Gwen is in prison, Lanse is gone, and Gwalchmai is at his door, Medraut his sardonic shadow, demanding action. And Athyr, because he's useless, because he has no idea what to do, slips down to the prison to talk to Gwen. He's always talked to her before.

"Athyr LeGuin, you're a fool," she says. He's sitting across from her on one of the stiff bunks in her cell. "What do you think I was doin'?"

"You shot me."

"I was aimin' at him."

"At him?" Athyr stares at her. "Why? I thought--"

"Listen, love ain't blind, dong ma? If it comes between this kingdom and that shithead, hell, yes, I'd shoot him. And I don't mind settin' in prison for it, if it works."

"Ain't no one seen him since."

"Good. Maybe he run, maybe now we can get this mire of horseshit cleaned out." Her mouth pulls in a weary smile, and Athyr reaches out to touch her cheek. "Look, didn't we both like him? But he ain't worth everything you done. And you can do the right thing, you just need somebody helpin' you who ain't stupid or corrupt."

"We could use Cai," Athyr says tiredly.

"Selfish son of a bitch, gettin' killed."

For a moment he hangs back, and then he leans forward to kiss her. Her mouth is just the same as it's ever been, welcoming and familiar and strong enough to keep him from fucking everything up again, and for a minute Athyr really thinks they can get back from this. Appease Gwalchmai, fix the government, get it all back.

Then he hears the banging at the gate, and startles to his feet. "Shit, what now?" as he goes to the door of the cell, and he only sees Lanse's face for a split-second before things go dark again.

This time he takes longer to come to, and when he does, Marguel is sitting by his bed, frowning off into space.

"Hey," he says softly. She looks over at once.

"Good, you're awake. Everything's gone to hell, xiao di."

"What happened?"

"Lanselos Auelon bashed in your head and kidnapped your wife." Marguel's hands twist in her lap, and he knows that's not all. "And he killed Gadriet and Gahereth while he was at it. You're running out of nephews, Athyr."

His chest tightens. "Stop that."

She sits back, her thin face white. "A duel isn't going to get you off this time. You're going to have to have him killed. You'd better do it soon."

"He's still got Gwen?"

"As far as anyone knows. No more options, I mean it. Your whole Council is gone, except Bedwyr. This kingdom is falling to pieces around your head. Your family's being killed off, one by one--"

"Jesus Christ!" He throws off the hospital blanket and stumbles to his feet, his head spinning. "Shut up! No. I know what I'm doin'. I'm the gorram king, ain't I? I'm the Dragon."

"You're a child and you've always been a child--"

Before he knows what he's doing, Athyr grabs her by the shoulders. "Listen to me, goddammit. You been poisonin' me and watchin' me and judgin' me since you come to me, ain't you ever judged me fit? I made this place good. For years. I got through findin' out the Merdhin was cheatin' me, I got through all that fightin' with Glamorgan, I opened up the trade alliances, I got these people homes and food and the things they need, I loved my family. All of them. Everything single ruttin' one, even Dad, even you, you hear me? Now I know I'm walkin' a thin edge here, I only got one chance. But I got you and I got Bedwyr and Medraut can talk sense into his brother, and I'll getting this thing fixed. I'll make it better. I'm the king, I'll make it better! That's what kings do when their people get wronged. And if I have to shoot my best friend, I'll do it, I ain't a coward and I ain't a kid, dong ma, Marguel? Dong ma?" It comes out almost a shout at the end.

Marguel looks up at him, her thin mouth thinner than ever and her hard eyes... inscrutable. Finally she says, "Go fix it, then, xiao di."

In the end, she doesn't help much. In the end, it turns into a tug of war between Bedwyr, calling caution, and Gwalchmai, who's still blind-hearted with grief. And Athyr gives in to his nephew, because Gwalchmai's been through so much, because he can't imagine how his own heart would break to lose his son.

He makes Medraut regent, despite his protests, and gathers up the best of the army, though by now a lot of it is old soldiers on pension, like Bedwyr, and young folks who joined because they want to work Hall security. Lanselos, his trackers tell him, is holed up in Vallone, but Gwen's not with him. That doesn't matter now, though. They head out.

He never does get to Lanse. Sure, they set up camp outside Vallone and send people in after him, but Lanse is a hider and a mover, and it doesn't take Athyr long to guess he's probably slipped into Glamorgan and gone dockside somewhere. He doesn't say anything. Let them waste a little time with Vallone, it'll put the hard part off.

By the time he suggests Glamorgan, Lanse has probably already taken a boat off planet. Athyr spends the night beforehand sitting outside his tent on an empty wooden crate, looking up at New Britain's stars. It's beautiful up there. It really is. And Lanse is floating in it somewhere.

It was strange he settled down so long to begin with, Athyr thinks. Lanse is a mover, not the kind to stay on one planet for twenty-five years, serving the same man -- serving any man at all. It's no surprise he's gone.

And now that he is, maybe Athyr can build things back. If he's gone -- it won't be justice, not for Gwalchmai, not for those boys -- Athyr's grandchildren, God, but he can't think that or he'll be sick -- but at least the kingdom can move on. He'll strengthen things up. Fix the cracks. Medraut has a child -- his line isn't over. Things will come back together.

Gwalchmai doesn't take well to the idea that Lanse has slipped them. He demands they get passage into Glamorgan, though Athyr already knows they'll be denied. The red tape takes over a week, just to get a negative.

When the message comes that there's been a revolt in Camallate, Athyr almost doesn't have the heart to be surprised. He surely does look like a fool. A bumbling man who let his wife cheat and get away, let the man who killed his family escape into political asylum, sacrificing the good of the kingdom for favouritism and nepotism. What's he really done throughout this ordeal? Get shot once and once concussed.

What surprises him is that it wasn't Marguel who stirred it up, or even a body of angry citizens.

It was Medraut.

As it turns out, the city is divided. When word gets out that he's coming back to Camallate, half the city's soldiers and mercenaries turn out to meet him -- some of them legit soldiers trained by the Hall, and some of them the kind of folks Athyr was so famous for harboring back at the beginning, the Alliance fugitives, the reform criminals, the people looking to get another chance under the radar. They remember what he did, and they offer themselves. But most of the young people stay with Medraut. All they know are Athyr's mistakes.

The first battle is its own disaster. Medraut isn't a strategist, and Athyr has Bedwyr to think for him, but he's reluctant to strike out against his own people and his own son, and he holds back.

The second battle is worse. Somehow Medraut's people don't regroup in Camallate; Medraut abandons the Hall as if it were a canyon during a flood. They move in a semi-circle, arcing away from Camallate up towards the north, then easing back down again until they hit Bredigan. So Athyr lays siege. Camallate has the Menw, and Marguel and all her doctor's knowledge. They can afford casualties now. Medraut has disadvantaged himself by basing out of a city meant for civilian work, partially unusable where the mine has made the ground unsafe. New Britain has been secure for so long that Bredigan has no defence system, no walls or slopes, just residential houses made of mud and brick and wood.

Athyr remembers those houses from the Ascension Wars, when he fought Morodd in and around this part of New Britain for what felt like unending weeks. He remembers those houses.

Those houses burn.

He doesn't stay to watch.

Gwalchmai insists on fighting with Athyr in the third battle. "You tried to find me justice," he tells Athyr, The grief flickering in his eyes reminds Athyr of the unsettling way Gadriet always used to look around, as if he were hearing things you couldn't hear, looking at people you couldn't see. He knows he should send Gwalchmai to the Menw, but right then he feels that grief himself, gripping his lungs, and all he says is,--

"All right. You go in, on this one."

The last time he sees Gwalchmai, his always-laughing bright-eyed black-haired nephew is fighting hand to hand with Medraut, both of them with knives. He can hear Medraut pleading, in a thin, desperate voice, though all the words he hears are "Kill me, dammit, come on, brother, kill me--" Then Medraut's hand slips, and his knife is up to the hilt in Gwalchmai's pale neck.

Athyr drops his gun and runs at Medraut, but before he ever gets there he hears shots, and some kid runs in to cover Medraut's retreat. Athyr turns to see the shooter.

It's Gwen.

"Jesus Christ," he says, only it comes out just as thin and desperate as Medraut's voice.

"We're retreating," she yells. "Get off the field! We're pulling back for now."

They get back to the rough camp together. By the time they arrive, Gwen's starting to limp, and Athyr half-catches her as she collapses outside the med team's tent.

"Where'd you get hit? Leg?"

"Yeah, leg," she says, panting, ripping open the leg of her jeans. "Fucker."

"What happened to you?"

Gwen looks up at him, raising one eyebrow. "I ran away."

"From Lanse?"

"No, from fucking Bedwyr. Yeah, from Lanse. He wanted to rescue me. I told him I was where I wanted to be, said I was done blowin' things to pieces just 'cause the sex was good." She looks back down at her lap. "Gave me that look like I kicked him, the bastard. I slipped him halfway to Vallone and went to ground in Til Tomeil, but it's goddamn prairie out there, got lost once or twice. By the time I got there fightin' was already started. So I got my gun and came out."

"Jesus, you crazy woman."

"Pretty fine comin' from you. What the hell's goin' on?"

"Don't know," Athyr says quietly, and then Gwen puts her arms around him and he holds onto her, trying to steady all the spinning inside him.

During the fourth battle, she's shot and killed.

Athyr halts everything to bury her. It's bad strategy, but he doesn't rutting care, he wouldn't care if Medraut's whole army came down and killed them all right then. He gives her the full military funeral, with scratchy music from somebody's tape and gunshot salutes and a medal for bravery laid over the sheet that covers her body. But when it comes time to bury her, he and Bedwyr go out alone.

He wants to put her somewhere distant. She came to him as a pilot, she gave up the sky for him. He wants her somewhere wide and directionless and unexplored as the whole of space.

Bedwyr finally makes him stop because his legs are giving out, and when they've rested a little they dig the grave together and lay her out with her boots and her guns. No marker, Athyr says. She has to be free. Can't tie her down somewhere.

So they don't.

The days when Lanse mattered seem like a half a million years ago, way off in the distance. His best friend-- but what the hell does that matter now? Everything is crumbling -- like Marguel said, falling to pieces around him. Gwalchmai and Gwen are dead. He's fighting his own son for a kingdom he barely wants any more. He's too tired to want anything.

Some nights he wonders if it's too late to call the whole thing off. Tell the soldiers to go home. Tell them it's over, Medraut's won. Let it end. But he's seen their faces, he knows they think he's right. They think he's worthy of a second chance to do right. They'll fight to give it to him.

The eleventh battle, Athyr suddenly stops in the middle of the clamour of bleeding and dying and sees Medraut only ten feet away from him. Medraut lifts his head at almost the same moment.

The sound Medraut makes is agonised. It's like an animal screaming, like an animal dying. Athyr forces himself not to clap his hands over his ears. There's accusation in every note of that sound: you did this, you did this, and it's true, and Jesus it's true. Then the sound stops, and there's silence all around him, and the crack of a pistol. He can see the smoke of gunpowder wafting around Medraut's hand.

He raises his hand and the gun Merdhin gave him when he was fifteen, the pistol monogramed with Vtere Liung's initials, his proof of blood. At the same second that Medraut's bullet hits him in the middle of his chest, he fires.

After that, nothing.

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"I found you," Marguel says in the silence. "I knew you were there. I just -- I knew. So I found you. You were hardly breathing. Your sternum was shattered into pieces. So I found Nimiane and I took you to Ariel."

"Nine months."

"Yes. Six in their hospital, three here with me. I didn't have credit. My card is -- it's useless now. You were my only bargaining chip. They asked me for the rights to your body, and I gave them."

"What's been done to me?"

"I don't know. I've run tests, but you haven't been awake, or aware. I haven't been able to check results. But I'll keep trying--"

"What's been done to me?" Athyr says again, louder.

Marguel's gaze is still pitying. Not the condescending pity she used to show him, the kind that meant I'm sorry you're so stupid; real pity. I'm sorry you've come to this. Quietly she says, "You can't feel anything. You respond to no haptic stimuli. That's all I know so far. There's probably much more."

"What about Medraut?"

"He's dead, xiao di. You killed him."

When he finally speaks to her again, a week later, the first thing he asks is, "What about your kids?"

"They're fine," Marguel says. Her eyes are on the heart monitor by his cot in the sickbay. "They're grown up. Marhine has her own clinic on Manassah. Evein survived the war. They don't need their mother any more. They'll be fine."

"What about Bedwyr?"

"Grieving, when I left. Lukyn was killed."

"What about my grandson?"

"Don't ask so many questions!" she snaps, turning on him. "You sound like a child again! I've made the same sacrifice you have, I can't go back either! They're lost to me too."

Silence.

Then, finally, Marguel says, "He's fine. Medraut's wife and that writer evacuated to Arden the same day you were shot."

Athyr closes his eyes and lets her put something in his arm. Then he sleeps.

In his dream he kneels beside Medraut. Medraut is bleeding everywhere, thick and steady, from his stomach, and his hands shake as he clasps Athyr's. He leaves a long smear of burgundy on Athyr's skin. It's the same colour as the wine New Britain exports.

"What else could I do?" he says. "You didn't give me any choice. You let this happen, goddammit. If you hadn't been in love with that bastard we all would have lived."

"Jesus, I'm sorry," Athyr tells him. "Jesus-- I shoulda never-- Jesus, Medraut--"

Medraut backhands him, fingerpainting his cheek with another smear of blood. Then he spits on him. Athyr lets go, backing away on his knees.

"Erzi--"

"No, I'm not."

Athyr wakes to Marguel uncapping a punch hypo while he tries to breathe. She slips it under his skin and decompresses it all the way, and slowly his breathing turns slow and steady again. But he doesn't feel anything.

Nothing at all.

#blah blah blah #fanfic #arthuriana #rated like... pg-13 for swears?#if u have questions u can totally message me bc i love talking about this #this has been my special interest for years

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flanmbgore-blog · 5 years

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Vocaloid con los niños

#vocaloid #crossover #Higuel #Hiroguel #Marguel #BH6 #pixar coco

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Marguel

#Marguel #miguel rivera #marco de la cruz #coco pixar

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alaskayoung123 · 7 years

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No puedo evitar sentir esta felicidad tan grande al saber que he atravezado junto a mi persona favorita cientos y cientos de obstáculos. Pensar que para algunos es poco tiempo, pero para esta sociedad es una eternidad sabiendo lo arruinada que está. Sonreir al recordar esos días en los que nos apenaba todo y hasta decir algo era "el gran paso" xdxd. Reir a carcajadas recordando mi forma de ser contigo; tímida e insegura Y AHORA UN DESMADRE TOTAL JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA :v Renovar cada día como su fuera ayer y vivirlo de la misma manera se me hace re-lindo. Enloquecerme al imaginar cuanto tiempo podriamos llegar a estar. Sentirme realizada con una mirada fugaz. Segura con un abrazo. Completa con un beso. No te llegas a imaginar cuan hermosos sentimientos pasan por mi corazon al mencionarte o solo persar en tí. Se me pone la piel de gallina de saber que te veré. Me encanta esto de vivir al maximo cada momento y mas si es de tu mano. Me encanta la idea de pensar en mi futuro e incluirte en él. Me encanta verte hoy y esperar con ansias un mañana. Me encanta todo esto... Me encantas tú. Somos opuestos, pero nos necesitamos; nos peleamos, pero si no nos tenemos cerca, nos derrumbamos. Necesito tus palabras. Necesito tu amor. Necesito tus caricias. Necesito mirarte. Necesito soñarte. Te necesito. Solo a tí. Eres el agua que calma mi fuego y cuando nos amamos de verdad, nos fusionamos en una nube de vapor en perfecta armonía. Siento que a tu lado no necesito mas y si no estas tu, prefiero no amar. Me gustas tu, solo tu. Y si me preguntas... ¿que haremos si todo se viene abajo? -Sinceramente, aguantar juntos todo lo que venga porque todo contigo y por tí. Realmente esto es un amor de locos y mencorazona aceptarlo. Yo te elegí a tí. Elegí quererte y asumir las consecuencias. Elegí que seas tú quien llene mis días de sonrisas. Elegí temblar en ti, de ti, contigo. Elegí tu voz, elegí coleccionar instantes y que dejes huellas en mí. Elegí quitarme la coraza para ti. Elegí obedecer impulsos y volar sin red de protección. Elegí arriesgarme. Porque dime, ¿quien no lo haria por la persona que de verdad quiere? Si te quiero a tí, lucharé cada dia por lograr que en algun momento de la vida comencemos a estar como debe ser; sin tapujos, sin escondernos de nadie. Que todos puedan ver la hermosa historia que hay entre tu y yo. Que no es como lo pintan. Que sinceramente todos no son iguales. Y refiriendome a mí... algunas si podemos amar de verdad. Quiero decirle al mundo que no somos amigos. A la vida, que no nos traiga tristezas. Que solo seamos "Tu & yo contra el mundo". Demostrar que aun existen personas que se enamoran ciertamente y sin necesidad de mentir. Eres todo lo que un día pedí. Eres el chico que rondaba en mis sueños y ahora estas en cada uno de ellos. Estas en cada momento Siempre estas presente en mí. Deseo tenerte siempre solo para mí. ¿sabes? Siempre te amaré. Te amaré porque es imposible no hacerlo. Es imposible ver tus ojos y no enamorarse de la profundidad de tu mirada, de tu manera dulce de ser. Será la forma en que miras y arrebatas mi vida con solo una sonrisa. Será el aroma de tu cuerpo que siento como eres con un amor sincero. Quizás sea que quiero morir en el recuerdo de un te quiero y de tus besos quizás sea eso lo que quiero. Quizás solo quiero que esto sea eterno y que hasta al final de los tiempos guíes mis pensamientos. Haz sabido entender lo que nadie mas entiende. Haz sabido esperar que te pueda amar, para mí estas siempre. Y que solo tú y nadie mas que tú eres quien vive en mi pecho, soy la mas feliz porque me acompañas. Y como sé que aquí estás, camino hacia delante y dejo el pasado que ahora está lejos. Nunca te fallaré, eso es cosa de pendejos. Porque eres mi luz, por tí miro hacia el futuro Pronto caminaremos juntos de la mano sin nadie que lo impida. Tu eres la luz que me ilumina, si no estas me descarrilo. Eres el motor que hace que no se detenga este molino. Eres mi amuleto. A quien mis secretos confío. Por tí dejo de lado el orgullo. Recuerda esto siempre... "Tu y yo estamos en el mismo barco juntos y solo el cielo nos limita". Te admito que sin tí estoy perdida. Deseo que seas tú mi destino. La gente busca el amor verdadero. Desde que tu llegaste, mi vida cogió sentido y color. Yo buscaba algo bueno pero tu fuiste mejor. Tu haz sido con lo que cualquiera sueña. Y el día que menos busqué, me sorprendiste con el "Hola" que siempre soñé (Hasta con emoji y todo vale) "hola😝" .l. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA. -"Porque aqui estas tú y si algún día no estás en vez de caminar hacia el frente doy diez pasos para atras". Solo hace falta aire para respirar un segundo, sentir que pasan minutos y sentir en lo profundo que para girar mi mundo cuando pienso que no estamos juntos siento dolor porque me imagino que te perdí mi amor. Creer que pierdo y no tener poder para volverte a ver, saber que debo dejar de imaginar querer contigo envejecer. No quiero, no debo pensarlo. Talvez sea como tu mirada persigue la calma de mi alma enamorada. Siento tanto por tí que no te miento, el miedo se hace a mi cuerpo al pensar que no te tengo. Esto va mas allá del pensamiento, lejos de entendimiento. Quizás me estoy enloqueciendo mucho mas tonta me estoy volviendo pero debo confesarte que tu eres para mi vida el aliento.

For Marguel. 💖

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