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words-writ-in-starlight · 3 years

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okay, i'm taking that as an invitation: PLEASE post your annotations for the kencyrath playlist?

OKAY SURE TWIST MY ARM I GUESS

Actually this playlist is...long as hell, BUT there’s only like twelve people in this fandom and I’m in a group chat with half of them, so everything is here but it’s got a cut for length because my annotations are Specific.

THE BASICS (in no particular order)

Can’t Cheat Death by the Ballroom Thieves, for Jame, no further comment, I am Correct

I spilled blood in the water Then let the storm roll in I put my hands in the fire Watched my welcome wear thin Salt in my wounds and spit in my eye I burned the path you walk on And I let none survive

Thistles and Weeds by Mumford & Sons, for Torisen, who is a good leader and also falling apart

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

Hey Brother by Avicii, for Jame and Tori, in all ways

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, for Kindrie Soul-walker, out of his depth and doing his best

Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm blind Thinking I can see through this and see what's behind Got no way to prove it, so maybe I'm lying

Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos, for the Tyr-ridan (I have considered learning to draw SPECIFICALLY to do a comic of this song featuring Jame as the soldier, Kindrie as the poet, and Tori as the king, but I couldn’t pick a verse because it’s not a very long song)

Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, for Jame and Tori, which I would ALSO do a line-by-line breakdown of as a duet, because I love it for them

(Tori) How dare you love me like you've never known fear When you've got more troubles than minutes in the year (Jame) And a voice like your father's tells you nothing good's for free Well that may be, but you're walking home to me

Dear Wormwood by the Oh Hellos, the ORIGINAL Bane/Jame song, for which I could easily do a line-by-line breakdown cast as a duet between them, the song that I, personally, would set over their last conversation before Bane’s death and over Jame’s flight from the palace, if I was making a TV series, just, you know, if anyone wants to kick me a couple million bucks

I know who I am now And all that you've made of me I know who you are now And I name you my enemy

Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney, for the Kendar, survivors to the last

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark?

Delilah by Florence + the Machine, for Jamethiel Dreamweaver, the first unfallen darkling, the finest weapon and cruelest victim of the Master’s schemes, and for her daughter, who saw more and ran faster

Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around

We Have It All by Pim Stones, for Tyrandis, just...listen to it, I’m right

There's glory ahead, but our love will be forgotten If my heart was still mine, I would go to the bottom And apologise to you until the day it went rotten

Mercy Down by Shayfer James, which is THE definitive song for the entire Kencyrath--half-desperate for their missing destiny, half-terrified of that destiny when it shows up at their door.

It’s getting mythical now You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

THE EXTENDED STUFF (loosely sorted by topic)

Control by Halsey, for Jame, heir to the Dreamweaver, Snare-of-Souls, and learning to dance and running away

They sent me away to find them a fortune A chest filled with diamonds and gold The house was awake, with shadows and monsters The hallways, they echoed and groaned

Little Boy by Barns Courtney, for Torisen holding the bones of a little girl who died at the same age as his long lost twin sister

Little boy inside my chest Breathe some life into my bones I've been lost and wandering Down and out and missing home

The Draw by Bastille, for Torisen and the shade of Ganth and the promise of madness on a sleepless night

Don't listen to your friends See the despair behind their eyes Don't listen to your friends They only care and want to know why

Carry Your Throne by Jon Bellion, for Jame and Tori at their best, kissing in the ashfall and dancing in Tentir

Two crowns and a gold cup And they're coming for the throne, love But if your heart is a dog fight Then I'm ready to go to war like

Coming Down by Halsey, for Jame and the twin she loves, who is always, always running away from her

Every single night pray the sun will rise Every single time make a compromise Every single night pray the sun will rise, but It's coming down, down, coming down

Graveyard by Halsey, for Jame and Tori and dreams and the soulscape and running and chasing and trying

I keep running when both my feet hurt I won't stop 'til I get where you are Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

Thick as Thieves by Shinedown, for Jame and Tori, who can barely have a civil conversation but still manage to be each other’s answer to the concept of ‘home’

Evidently, we can't work it out I guess that courage ain't allowed Evidently, you're not in the mood And everything I say just bothers you

The Horror of Our Love by Ludo, for Bane and Jame, and blood and binding, and shadows crossing continents

I'm a killer, cold and wrathful Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom I've murdered half the town Left you love notes on their headstones I'll fill the graveyards until I have you

Irresistible by Fall Out Boy, for Bane in Tai-tastigon, a prince of the city and a monster in his beloved’s kitchen

Too many war wounds and not enough wars Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves You know I give my love a four letter name

Hellfire by Barns Courtney, for Bane, giving your soul to the wrong person, and the Lower Town

Run in an alleyway Through a dead end street Murdering promises That I just can't keep

Punch Drunk Grinning Soul by Flogging Molly, for all the Kendar who keep surviving disasters while their people fall all around them, and especially for Marc and Brier

But these tired eyes are crashing down on me While the paint never dries on these four walls that now suffocate me But tonight, maybe tonight all will be free

Sleepsong by Bastille, for soulscapes and locked doors and armor and hidden gardens and a whole race with a collective unconscious who still manage to be awfully lonely

Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side It is the hole you impose upon your life When you're out, loneliness, it crawls up in the ground It's what you feel, but can't articulate out loud

Bad Decisions by Bastille, for Tentir and all the children there who thought they were immortal

Do you remember what you said to me? 'Cause we lost track of time Yeah, we lost track of time You always let me down so tenderly So live fast and die young and stay forever numb

For The Departed by Shayfer James, for every Kendar who’s ever sold a soul, broken under Honor’s Paradox, died in service, and gone unremembered

So dry your eyes and count to ten They'll have me on the pyre by then Forget the man I used to be You'll move along more easily

Bones by MS MR, for death banners, and for the dead of Kithorn, and for Dalis-sar, depending on my mood

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone Let her find a way to a better place Broken dreams and silent screams Empty churches with soulless curses We found a way to escape the day

I Am Stretched On Your Grave by Dead Can Dance, for sisterkin, for the massacre of the Knorth women, but especially for Brenwyr and her ghost and her maledight madness

Calling out to the air With tears both hot and wild Oh I grieve for the girl That I loved as a child

NFWMB by Hozier, for Brenwyr and Aerulan (and could be for Jame and Tori but he’s, you know, an ostrich with his head buried in his own trauma)

Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my baby?

Church by Fall Out Boy, for everyone who’s ever fallen in love with Jame, from Dally to Torisen

Oh, the things that you do in the Name of what you love You are doomed but just enough

Renegades by X Ambassadors, for the good times in Tai-tastigon with Dally and Canden

It's our time to make a move It's our time to make amends It's our time to break the rules Let's begin

Breath of Life by Florence + the Machine, for everyone who’s ever fallen to the Knorth glamour and paid dearly for it

But I needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it's so

#kencyrath #chronicles of the kencyrath #jame priests bane #torisen black lord #kindrie soul walker #and...everyone else basically. eventually.#i have BIG thoughts about some of these (like dear wormwood and home to me and hey brother. just as a sample.)#and others (like punch drunk grinning soul) i just threw on there because I Vibed With It #THERE'S NO SYSTEM except also the system is elaborate #i certainly can't explain it either way #this was a delightful way to cruise comfortably down off a day of hyperfocus #i love these books so much #i love the music i put together for them #it all just FEELS very on point to me personally #AND IN A FANDOM THIS SMALL WHAT ELSE MATTERS #well actually in any fandom what else matters #i think i am losing focus here #a queue we shall keep and our honor someday avenge #smallblueandloud #asked and answered

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scrdurin · 4 years

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“ I remember because it took me all night! ” The balb'urs drink seemed to have done the trick, served ice cold yet burning as it went down the back of his throat and filled his stomach, warming his cheeks and causing him undeniable laughter that could barely be contained as he reached across the table to point a finger in Thinya’s face, “ Two hundred royal guard boots I had to spit and shine to glitter under candle light! Two hundred! ” He was close to tears at the memory, smiling as he raised his mug back to his lips for another long sip -- from sundown to sun up he had worked tirelessly scrubbing the boots of the dwarrow guardsmen whom had ventured out past the Dales when Frerin had ‘ disappeared ’ on his sisterkin’s name day. An innocent prank in comparison to the others that he would often pull on the noble families, his parents and brother and the good folk of Erebor but one that had caused the guardsmen no shortage of upset when the storms had come, soaking them in rain and caking mud to their armored boots only to discover that Frerin had been hiding in the rafters of the Royal hall the entire time.

Frerin dropped his mug back onto the tabletop with a self-satisfied sigh, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand and hummed happily. Good memories, fun memories, he was rarely able to speak of them with Thorin without sadness creeping in. “ What I wouldn’t do to see their faces, walking back into Erebor looking like mud statues. ” // @emznur ♡‘d for a starter

#emznur #emznur ; 001.#verse tbt.

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fictionkinfessionsarchived · 6 years

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life is hard when ur kin with a character who only exists in one album - Sister from Sister's ∞ mercY

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #sisterkin #conceptalbumkin #mod party cat!

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skyehighwind · 4 years

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Well i don't actually have any sisters but a cousin and Several Friends fill that roll cause you know family is what you make it #NationalsiblingsDay #Sisteredition In order of me meeting them lmao @eternallyraediant my dayone from trinidad @sunshine_guts highschool sister till this day @crestastarr in her words Slap me Bitch The whole @sailormilaje cause lets be real they all been there for me and with them i coined the Phrase Sisterkin (at East New York, Brooklyn) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-0dROlphJw/?igshid=5unw9bmdnimz

#nationalsiblingsday #sisteredition

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shannonswizzies · 7 years

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50 Questions

Yo I got tagged a few days ago by @lilmisscrisis and and and @violettevision (I don’t know why I’m just now getting to THIS I’M SO SORRY.)

1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:15 am

2. How do you like your steak? I do not like steak so. Nonexistent.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Why Him, which was HILARIOUS by the by.

4. What is your favorite TV show? Shit. Right now, it’s Millionaire Matchmaker. But honestly, probs Scrubs.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Australia.

6. What did you have for breakfast? A BREAKFAST BURRITO

7. What is your favorite cuisine? Chinese

8. What foods do you dislike? Ummmmmmm.... I kinda like everything. Except fruit. So fruits.

9. Favorite Place to Eat? 3 Margaritas. Or Buffalo Wild Wings, omg they have this buffalo chicken mac and cheese and.... HOLY SHIT IT’S SO GOOD.

10. Favorite dressing? ???? RAnch?

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? Jeep Liberty, and his name is Hamilton.

12. What are your favorite clothes? Skinny jeans. And I like my uggs. AND I LIKE, I REALLY LIKE. I had this favorite hoodie I wore everywhere but it disappeared, which I literally cried about, but I ordered a Defend Indy Wrestling one and it’s really great, so that.

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Australia, Ireland, Scotland.

14. Where would you want to retire? ... Uh. Honestly, New York, right off Lake George.

15. Favorite time of day? I really enjoy like. 11:30 pm.

16. Where were you born? Maryland

17. What is your favorite sport to watch? Besides wrasslin’, probs hockey or lacrosse.

19. How many siblings do you have? One older sister who is 25. (5 years older)

20. Favorite pastime/hobby? I enjoy doodling, writing, uh. Playing video games? Is that??? Acceptable??

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? E V E R Y O N E

22. Bird watcher? Am... Am I a bird watcher? Not like. Really? Fun Fact: there is a famous bird watcher named Pete Dunne, so. Do with that what you will.

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? NIGHT OWL

24. Do you have any pets? Okay I have a bunch, but really honestly, truly only 2 of them are mine, Bonnie and Clyde, which are my two german shepherd/lab mixes and yes.

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share? ... Not really?

26. What did you want to be when you were little? I literally always wanted to be a history teacher, as dorky as that sounds. A princess. Or a vet.

27. What is your best childhood memory? Watching Barbie movies with my sister honestly. We would always make like. A fuck ton of ego waffles and just. The whole day, binge on Barbie movies and waffles.

28. Are you a cat or dog person? Dog

29. Are you married? Nah fam.

30. Always wear your seat belt? I MEAN. Yes? I TRY. sometimes I forget.

31. Been in a car accident? Uh. Once

32. Any pet peeves? Couples who sit on the same side of the booth when there is no one on the other side, couples that own a dog together and call themselves mommy and daddy, drivers WHO RIDE YOUR FUCKING ASS, uh when someone tells me cussing isn’t ladylike, people who like to inform me that my tattoo is upside-down (WHICH IT ISN’T, THANK YOU LINDA FOR POINTING THAT OUT FOR THE 500TH TIME.), when you tell someone a fact or like an opinion and they do that “mmmmm no,” thing, WHEN PEOPLE GO “oh honey,” or “oh sweetie,” after you ask A QUESTION THAT I GUESS?? IS SOMETHING THAT IS SUPPOSED TO JUST BE KNOWN, LIKE SHUT UP SHUT UP SHTUHTSUP.

Yes, let’s just go with many things anger me.

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Mushrooms

34. Favorite Flower? Lilies, paulownia (which, yes I know it’s a tree but it has lil flowers on it.), and bleeding heart.

35. Favorite ice cream? Drumstick. Like they have that now in a carton.

36. Favorite fast food restaurant? Taco John

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test? NONE

38. From whom did you get your last email? Loot Crate

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Uhhhhh? Sephora

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Nope

41. Like your job? Yup, love my littles

42. Broccoli? Bleh

43. What was your favorite vacation? Europe man

44. Last person you went out to dinner with? MY SISTERKINS

45. What are you listening to right now? Uhhhh the radio, idk what song it is.

46. What is your favorite color? Pink and like. An olive green.

47. How many tattoos do you have? TRES

49. What time did you finish this quiz? 1:33 pm

50. Coffee Drinker? Nah fam.

Uh. I don’t. Know how many people to tag. SO. Here’s uh. Here’s 5? @omgmissmillie @hardcorewwetrash @fuckyeahbulletclub @asylumxclub @llowkeys

#sorry this is late #but meh #come for me #I also gotta post this on my other thing #cause i got tagged there too #COPY AND PASTE THIS BITCH

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forgottengenres · 6 years

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TRAGEDY QUEENS OUT NOW!

CLASH Books

1 WHICH IS YOUR MUSE, PLATH OR LANA OR BOTH?

2 WHO ARE YOU?

3 WHICH LANA SONG/VIDEO OR PLATH POEM/BOOK WAS YOUR INSPIRATION?

Author: Tiffany Scandal

Story: Loose Ends: A Movie

1. Both. Both women are/were fierce af. Plath’s work that wasn’t toned down by her husband is so profound and breathtaking. She was so angry, and rightfully so. How she expressed herself through poetry will always be an inspiration. Lana is a sultry badass. Her music makes me wanna sexy dance in front of whatever flaming wreckage I leave behind.

2. My name is Tiffany Scandal. I’m an author, editor, podcaster, photographer, and former nude model over at Suicide Girls. I enjoy drinking coffee and playing with pussy (cats) all day long. My hair color changes as often as my mood does. I live in Portland, Oregon.

Author: Lisa Marie Basile

Story: Girls in the Garden of Holy Suffering

1. Lana is my modern muse. She is a gem in an era of squeaky-clean pop and perfect production. She is dark and moody and lingering and unapologetic. But Sylvia–she is a forever muse. She is our sisterkin, our poetic ancestor, of sorts. She’s the Supreme Witch.

2. I’m Lisa Marie Basile, living in New York City. I’m an editor by day. I write poetry and essays and I make magic. I am the author of Light Magic for Dark Times (which you can preorder now!) and I’m working on a novella for CLASH Books. I’m a dreamer, a chronic scorpio, a swimmer, and a witch. I am also the founding editor of Luna Luna Magazine, which is a digital coven of light and dark. I’m the most put-together fucking mess you’ll ever meet.

#lana del rey #luna luna magazine #poetry #music #ultraviolence #high by the beach #ariel #the bell jar #sylvia plath #tragedy queens antho #lun alun amagazine clash books #leza cantoral #lisa marie basile #tiffany scandal #gabino iglesias #farah rose smith #ashley inguanta

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gorybattlebeaver97-blog · 6 years

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nothings here forever, days come and pass, as do people and memories. hopes and dreams, sometimes you have to let everything fall away; until youre nothing but a shell. void of emotion, empty of conscience and thought, truly open yet empty. sometimes, its our darjest demons that we become under everyone's noses, unable to let everything fall away, our lives becoming an impossible complex of thoughts and ideas, slowly becoming behaviors and actions, driving what we do, what we say and how we act. but maybe its for the best to become what we fear the most, to become our deepest, darkest demon(s). maybe then people will see more and more people for who they are. but for now we remain masked, and hidden; slowly tearing people apart from the inside out, craving pain and anger, consumed by hatred. it may not be the end of days, but when the end does come i know where ill be. fighting alongside my brethren and sisterkin against the hopeful people who try and preserveb against religion, sanctuary, law and organization. bringing the world back to the chaos it craves within each society. only few can accept their purpose in life, and mines to end up in valhalla after destroying everything that keeps the world peaceful and indoctrinated. the times are come and the tides are shifting, reveal yourself or end up with the rest of the slaughtered flock when the end times come. (at Northtown, Spokane, Washington)

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aeondeug · 5 years

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So today’s prompt is “Split”. The poem I did today is a sister piece with the one I did yesterday for “Blessed”. The title of said poem is Her Whole World. The title of this one is Comes Crashing Down. So this one comes with a warning for major character death depicted: It all started with that girl, her cousin, Tieri. How much time had she spent with her now and how much with you in comparison? Perhaps that's not what you meant to ask. No, perhaps what you meant to ask, perhaps, was if the two of you could talk. Just bring up the matter and spend some time together. You had something more reasonable in mind. She says she'd need to see Tieri tonight, there's something special going on that needs to be tended to and she was quite sorry, so, so sorry but really it needs doing tonight. You meant to ask, you had, really, to give her time, a chance, just to talk, just to explain, just to talk it out but she's got somewhere to be with Tieri, always with Tieri. Why Tieri? Well? Are you two not sisterkin? That is the arrangement, no? That's what the Matriarchs planned, that's what you were put into, what you'd grown into, what you'd come to know and love and then there's this other girl. Tieri. Of course it's Tieri, of course. It's Tieri because it always is now. Is this her sisterkin now? Because it's certainly looking like it! And she can't even take one day one moment, one night to not bring up that girl and run off with that girl and fawn over that girl and replace you with that girl. She laughs! Because of course she laughs! She always does. Just laughs them off, any concerns you have, any upsets. Silly Brenwyr with her silly concerns and her silly, silly feelings! What's not to laugh at, really? Are you really that hilarious, so much of a joke that you're mocked even in your own room? You yell. At her, at Tieri, at this whole mess. How could she, how could she? Just again and again always with Tieri, always with laughing, always, always and she doesn't even challenge it because she never, ever does, never at all in all her life because she can't give you the decency of taking your seriously for five seconds so why now? Why would she? Of course she won't, of course, of course, so you yell at her the more hoping to force her to fight, so that just this once she'll actually take you seriously and actually respond in kind or at the very least hold you down. Brant would, he would, he always does, that's why you love him, you do. He's a good brother who picks you up and holds you and sets you down and tells you and he doesn't let you run rampant, he doesn't, he won't, never, because he knows, he understands but her? No, no, of course not. That'd require her to have a Knorth bone, so she'll just sit there and let you do as you please and then she'll run off with Tieri to do Trinity knows what with a girl that isn't even her sisterkin, not at all, not at all and you'll just laugh this off, you will, days later you'll both laugh and it won't mean anything, not a single thing, not at all, not at all. And she won't make you stop. You'll kill her at this rate. Fear runs through you that tempers the frustration. No, no it taints it making it run silver and bitter, cold, cold, cold, so you leave. You storm off with a last word only to hear her laugh because of course she does. Laugh, laugh, laugh it up. Of course! That's the thing to do here. Not run after you, not tell you off for slamming the door, no, nothing of the sort, nothing at all, and she's just going to run off with Tieri, because of course she is. Another girl sees you as you pass and her friend whispers so you stare her down until they quake and scurry off. Let them talk, let them all talk and she certainly will. You though? You've got the good sense to leave, to hide, to wait this out and maybe maybe she'll apologize. Maybe. Hours pass. Slowly. You've not heard from her or from anyone else. Not even Adiraina. The hours pass and they pass slowly. You were certain that she'd apologize or at least come and check after that whole thing. You rarely get this bad now, rarely, so shouldn't it sink in that it's important, serious, important like when Brant grabs you or Adiraina or anyone sensible? It should. Surely Tieri can wait. You're sisterkin! You share her bed! But the hours pass and they pass slow and you've not heard from her, not at all, not even from another, not even a messenger or an angry tutor, no one at all. Is Tieri really that much more important? She doesn't share her bed like you do, she doesn't talk with her like you do, she doesn't understand her like you do or help her through her moods when she has them, no, she's just Tieri! Just Tieri! And she'd rather off with her even as the hours pass and even after that show and even after you left. The hours pass and you hear her at last, you think, on the winds that whistle. But why don't you see her? Why don't you feel her? Why does she call from afar? You pay her no mind. If she can't be decent and apologize, and in person no less, then she gets no decency back. Why should she? Especially with how she's crying. Oh Brenwyr, help me, help me! Please come help, Brenwyr! And with all the screeching, Trinity, that. Does she think you an idiot? Yes, let's just play a prank! We don't need to apologize to you! No one ever does! You're the unreasonable one, always, so who even needs to come down and say sorry and talk it out or do anything at all! Not her, no! Not anyone! You snort and turn to your stitches, praying for her to shut up for once and quit with her games just for once. The joke's grown old but she keeps at it with cry after cry, pleading, and distracting you. You've knots to stitch, you've no time for her jokes and you wish for her to shut up just for once, that's all you want, or at least a sorry and she won't give you either as she the winds rage and rage whistling insistently, shaking the window and you've grown tired of them too so you thrown down your stitches and you rear up at the wind and you tell him to shut up and please, if you could, tell her too. But she won't. She won't stop. She won't stop screaming. She won't stop screaming and she's upended something. She never does. Never, ever. Not matter if she's mad, no matter if she's sad, she never does that, never, ever. That's you, you're the one who does that and now it's her doing it. What it was you don't know. A table, a chair, you don't know but you do know, you do, that she's never thrown something. Never in anger, never. The wind, he throws open the window and you begin to sprint. She's never done that, never, and she's never cried like this, never, not even as a joke and you've been ignoring her you have, because you've been a bull you have. You run past a lady who asks you to stop and compose yourself, I mean really, but you pay her no mind because she's stopped shouting and you don't know why, because she's finally shut up and you don't know why, you don't. You don't until you throw open the door, until you look into the room, until you see the disarray, until you hear the gurgles. You don't until you run to her side, until you scream out her name, until you see the red at her neck, until you see her grasping at air. There's nothing. There's nothing. No healers, no bandages, no training. There's nothing. There's nothing. No killer, no weapon, no explanation. There's just her on the floor and you picking her up and you shouting for help and you cradling her body and her grabbing at your arm. The grasp's weak, her words can't come up though she's trying, she is, and you can't read it but you tell her to stop it, to keep quiet because that might help, that might slow the bleeding, you don't know, you don't know, you do know how her chest is seizing, how she's struggling to breath, how her grip's growing weak, how she can't hold up her head, you do know what that means. You've seen it before. Not with a slit throat, but you've seen it before with a paralyzed chest. No one comes, not fast enough and soon no breathes come none at all. Her grip is loose, her grip is failing, her grip is gone, but yours is tight. The tears are there just like before and you mutter over and over how you take it back, you do, you do But you can't.

#femslashfeb2019 #kencyrath #aerulan of knorth #brenwyr of brandan #death

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