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tornfates · a month ago
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“This will never be your world, mortal,” she says. “This is mine,” I say, anger making me reckless. “My land and my king. And I will protect them both. Say the same, go on.”
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hyliacursed · a month ago
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      in all honesty,  one cannot entirely fault them for such an awfully devised scheme of  ESCAPISM  ---  spending the week in total isolation,  sequestered in the arguably most restricted section of the castle,  would surely send  anyone  towards a slow descent into  INSANITY.    it's more well-guarded here than the treasury,  zelda broods,  because they placed the knight just outside my bedroom door.
      by virtue of sir link’s duty,  even if only zelda is reprimanded for their recent behavior  ---  both princess & knight are sent to these typical rounds of confinement.  the royal highness can only make the most of it by reveling in the notion of sir link just perhaps  LOATHING  it too...  a full week fixed at their room,  & with nothing much to keep themself occupied.
      they attempt to keep  the noise to a minimum...  sort of.  opening the shuttered windows that separate the princess from their freedom has almost been enough to slightly DISRUPT the continued silence of their desolate hallways.  rummaging through drawers & cabinets to collect all the numerous fleece blankets they own is surely not a soundless task either ---  but still they cautiously steal around,  GUT-TWISTING DISCONTENT  fueling them with determination.
      the fleece rope being flung out their window,  what is to be the quietest act of all,  becomes the sweet cherry on the fruitcake --- it rattles the window frames & loudly flutters in the wind... so when they swivel around & meet the hero's vibrantly blue eyes fixated right back at them from the entrance of their private chambers,  they're only mildly aghast, &  very  skittish. 
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      “ has nobody ever thought  to drill the basic conduct of knocking on a door into that thick skull of yours? ”    the heated words fly out their mouth without much thought,  only released in a flurry of  PANIC.  (  truthfully,  zelda wouldn't even have discerned the hero’s knocking if they did,  the princess having been impervious amidst their ministrations. )
       ‘  (  🌟        @torncrocus​​ ​  ❤️’d  for  a  starter  !
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exandriians · 7 days ago
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@torncrocus said: ‘ i could hold you close, but you are far too beautiful to love me. ’ Caleb at Molly
   “ Really?  Some would say I’m too funny-looking. “  It wasn’t like they believed those sorts of people.  Glancing over at Caleb, though, Mollymauk was quick to notice that familiar look.  It was the same one he gave Jester, when he believed no one was looking.  How strange, that he thought the pair of them were something untouchable.
With a smile. the tiefling reached out for one of Caleb’s hands.  They placed the other’s palm on their chest, allowing him to feel the heartbeat that laid there.
“ I promise you that everything with one of these is capable of loving, “ they said, voice soft.  “ It’s built into -- well, everything.  Nothing was made to be alone, not really.  That includes you, and me.  I’m not a painting; I’ll kiss you back, you know. “
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scnnenschein · a month ago
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·  ゚ ☼  ❛ @torncrocus  :    “  i like seeing you smile.  ”  / from caleb
OH?   the   maiden  glanced  up  from  her  work,  noticing  only  when  her  hands  idle  that  they’re  covered  in  charcoal.   freckled  skin  marred  with  black,  her  fingertips  charred.   she  wiped  away  at  them  and  attempted  to  hide  the  crimson  flush  that  blossomed  upon  her  cheeks.   it  was  a  lovely  thing  for  him  to  say.   she  held  it  in  her  mind  and  turned  it  over,  as  though  given  a  gift  she  didn’t  know  what  to  do  with.   she  would  tuck  it  away  for  later.
“   he’s  a  funny  little  figure.   ”   rapunzel  reached  with  delicate  fingers  to  stroke  frumpkin  under  the  chin,  a  meager  thanks  for  being  her  model  for  the  moment.  “   would  you  like  to  see?   i  think  i’ve  captured  him  quite  well!   ”
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eroinah · 2 months ago
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@torncrocus   ♡d
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 ETHER   HARMONISING   WITH   DESIRE,   she,   acres   of   unexplored   barren   lands   where   all   sharp   things   grow     ━━━     how   does   it   feel   to   eat   god     ??     this   is   what   you   are     :     carnivorous.   a   smile   with   too   many   teeth.   beginnings   and   ends   war   beneath   paper   thin   skin,   as   if   life   is   anything   but   being   stuck   in   the   middle.   funny     (   fuck.   ),     her   hand   a   red   hot   brand   against   the   small   of   his   back   when   she   leans   over   to   grab   for   an   unopened   bottle   of   whiskey.   old   couch   coughs   out   a   cloud   of   dust   when   she   drops   her   body   back   into   its   cushions.         ❝     I   DON’T   HAVE   GLASSES.   but   i   think   you’ll   live.     ❞         weaponised   flirtation   turns   the   curve   of   red   mouth   deadly,   the   lowering   of   lashes   calamitous.   she   takes   a   swing   first,   passes   on   the   bottle.
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theysacrifice-a · 2 months ago
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@torncrocus​      →     unprompted ask.
"Alphonse..." His voice is small, so tiny, a tremor there caught in his teeth as he inhales shakily, and exhales even harsher. He feels lost, he feels small, his chest restricted and tight. Like he's trying to suck air through a fucking straw. "Al, I'm — Are you —" He reaches blindly in the dark of the hotel room, metal glinting in the moonlight, but it doesn't provide enough for him to see anything. Edward's mouth taste like iron and salt. Panic stutters in his chest, his heart thumping wildly and a ringing in his ears. His voice raises an octave, pitched with panic and fear, cracking. Strained. He tumbles off the couch in a mess of flesh and steel limbs. "Al — Al are you okay?"
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it is dark in their hotel room, &  just like always, alphonse elric cannot sleep.
not because he doesn’t want to  ,  &  not because he isn’t tired.
he is  ,  but maybe in a way that sleep can’t fix.
no  ,  he can’t sleep because his body won’t let him rest.  but  ,  he thinks  ,  to say so feels so  ungrateful  .  his brother risked his life to bring him back  ,  to give him at least  this  much  ,  some semblance of a life  ,  bring him back from the dead.  he shouldn’t complain about it  ,  &  he certainly wouldn’t say it out loud  ,  his brother already carries too much guilt that isn’t his  ,  carries the weight of the  world  on shoulders that weren’t ever meant to bear it.  alphonse can’t  bear  to add to that weight with his own troubles.
if edward won’t share his burdens  ,  the least alphonse can do is refrain from  adding  to them.
after all  ,  it’s not so bad  ,  even if the nights are  achingly  lonely sometimes  ,  too dark for him to do  anything  but think  ,  but think  &  be  alone  until the sun comes up  ,  because his brother is human  &  needs to rest  ,  his body isn’t built like alphonse’s is now  ,  he will wear himself out  far  earlier than alphonse will ever feel it  ,  &  he can’t ask that of ed.
but then he hears it  ,  quiet as it may be  ,  his brother’s voice sounding so much  smaller  than he’d heard it in years  ,  like a  child’s  ,  he still  was  a child  ,  really.  they  both  were.
al, are you okay ??
‘ ed.  i’m okay.  i’m still here. ’ 
such a small  ,  gentle  voice comes from the iron giant in the corner  ,  metal joints creaking  &  groaning  as he shifts closer to where ed had fallen  ,  unable to truly see him in the dark.  even the scant moonlight wasn’t enough to find him in the dark  ,  but alphonse could see it in his mind:  edward  ,  a mess of tangled flesh  &  steel  on the floor  ,  eyes wide with some  lingering  fear that had urged him from sleep  ,  to seek comfort in the only person who would understand  ,  in the only  family  he had left. 
‘ ...i can’t see you in the dark.  but i’m still here. ’ 
i’m still real.
‘ i’m here. ’
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hauntscreation · 3 months ago
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   ❝  strange, isn’t it ?  they dance as if the world’s misery cannot touch them.  ❞   the empire had been in shambles but weeks before this, eaten alive by its citizens as its weight crushed the bones of its foundation; as fractures predicted the inevitable collapse nigh thrilling to those unaffected by it.  pretending they were his peers was easier than admitting his apathy could be ascribed to a persona rather than his true self.  emotions were embarrassing and difficult to communicate, so he takes them apart and hides them behind a cloak of arrogance.  today, however, he needn’t dress different.  intricate patterns had been carved into the ivory of the whale bone mask that covered his face, hiding the subtle facial expressions that could change the intent of monotonous words  :  no,  this game would be played fairly.  
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   arms crossed over chest, curling fingers causing long, black - painted nails to dig into the smooth leathery fabric of his jacket.  it was quite old by now, its creases lighter from sheer wear :  𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃, 𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶.  his infinite gaze may be obscured by the shadow that covers his facial features, but it pierces all the same     ——   it fixates on the man next to him, the deity’s interest now piqued.  ❝  they’re not quite like you and i.  ❞    
    —— sc + @torncrocus​.
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zagubionywilk · 2 months ago
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        >> ⚔️ <<                    ❝         -------    I TRY TO KEEP OUT    of conflicts,    but political turmoil leading into wars rings more    contracts    than i could ask for.         ❞    he doesn’t make a move to the wizard,    hands busy on removing the saddle from roach’s back so she may properly rest during the    FRIGID    evening.    the blizzard had caught them both    ---    separated from either their group or companion    ---    off guard.    he can sense the    nerves    that begun to fray on the human man that he shared space with,    nose wrinkling as it caught a multitude smells that came from the    VARIOUS COMPONENTS    that could either burn him alive or make a bad day worse.
he snorts,    PUTTING THE SADDLE    down as an amber    -    hued gaze now rested on the red    -    headed wizard.          ❝         BUT CONTRACTS WHEREIN    they contain whispers and murmurings of    unorthodox practises    make me question validity.    you better be careful caleb widogast    .  .    while    I MEAN    you no harm    .  .    there is    word    and scrawling's from the assembly asking for your return to the fold.         ❞          the witcher didn’t    entirely    understand,    but he understood   PAIN AND SUFFERING.
@torncrocus​  liked for a starter for caleb    !!
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lightbegun · 2 months ago
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❝ Well ?   What happened ?   I want all the details ! ❞
・ ° ♕ ° ・ @torncrocus​  ( Elsa ! ) wanted a random dialogue starter !
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chaosfleur · 2 months ago
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━ ❧ @torncrocus ( caleb ) sc.
THE ARE FULL OF SURPRISES. It is why he favors them, adores them and he watches from atop the mast with gleaming eyes as a trio jumps into the ocean blue. To transform a terrifying beast into something so... mundane? He claps, but the sound is lost to the wind.
Feet soon touch the ship's deck. It is after they are all safe that he reveals himself. ❝ A marvelous display! How clever - - turning the dragon into a slug. Oh, but I do hope the other creatures of the deep leave it be. ❞
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skvllmask · a month ago
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@torncrocus │ Starter call
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         DISSEMINATE   SAVIOR   ,   HABILIMENTED   PASTURE   VIRIDITY   ;   Accurst   CHORTLE   heralds   forthcoming   originating   PUPPETRY   MASK      as   words   with   stolen   voice   speak,   swarming   CURSES   from   upcoming   FATE   .         “   Do   you   really   think   you   can   STOP   all   of   this   ?   “ STOP  IT  ?
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dspoina · a month ago
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 @torncrocus   has   entered   the   underworld
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 PATRONESS   OF   MYSTERIES,   a   harp   for   a   heart   where   heartstrings   are   pulled   taut,   a   bone-deep   ache   that   spans   time   immemorial.   wear   your   crown   of   daffodils,   shroud   yourself   in   ozone   ;   many   have   come   before   him,   and   many   will   follow,   names   etched   into   sand,   washed   away   by   the   river.   on   his   hands,   blood.   hers,   accustomed   to   cleaning   bones   so   they   may   be   laid   to   rest   one   final   time.   mother   has   always   told   her   that   she   cannot   resist   the   call   of   tragedy.   and   yet   her   mouth   is   soft   when   it   brushes   over   his   forehead,   and   her   hands   are   steady   when   they   fall   gentle   over   his   shoulders.   above,   the   moon   is   full,   and   his   friends   are   asleep.         ❝     you   are   weary,     ❞         a   quirk   of   the   mouth   that   should   sting   in   its   worry,   furrow   between   dark   brows.         ❝     nothing   will   harm   them   tonight.   walk   with   me   a   while,   tell   me   what’s   wrong,   caleb.     ❞
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exandriians · a month ago
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@torncrocus said: "Looking for, uhm, stars — shooting stars, I think is the term?" Caleb asks, hushed and low, watching Molly watch the glittering stars above them. He's unsure of the common phrase for a moment. It's their turn to take watch, and truthfully Caleb hasn't been able to watch, to focus. Molly is throughoutly distracting, after all. He doesn't mind, Frumpkin's ears are pricked and listening, and no one will be sneaking up on them. His fingers reach, weaving a little strand of purple hair back behind an ear, lingering along the tiefling's jaw. He's just tracing the curve of it lightly with his finger, admiring the tiefling more than the clear sky above them.
   “ Perhaps; depends on who’s asking. “  The feeling of fingers tucking hair behind his ear was enough to bring Mollymauk back to the present.  Was this an excuse to have a moment to himself and Caleb?  Maybe.  He sure as hell wasn’t keeping a keen eye out for anything that might be hunting for them.
It was enough to be under the stars with him.  To be under the moons.  On occasion, Mollymauk could feel warm rays of...something shining on him.  It was akin to sunlight, though it came from the larger moon of Exandria that had been so kind to him in his new life.
At least, that’s what he thought had brought him from literal death.
“ Just admiring the sisters above, “ he said, giving Caleb a smile as he readjusted himself.  “ Have you ever heard the story of them?  The moons, I mean. “
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torntruth · 4 months ago
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DON’T  LOOK  SO  SAD,   I’M  NEVER  GOING  TO  LEAVE  YOU.
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luxdea · 3 months ago
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( @torncrocus​ | protective sentence starters )
"I'd die for you." From botw!link!
     SHE ROUNDED ON him, & though her gait seemed angry & stern her eyes were wide with a sudden fear. her finger pointed at him –––– a move that she knew was considered rude, ill––––mannered, un–––– princess–––– like.  but, in that moment, zelda found she didn’t care about the propriety of the motion. not when he was stating something so foolish.
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      ❝ you will do no such thing. ❞
     HER TONE WAS stern, commanding, but she refused to let up. if his life was hers to command, then it was within her power to refuse to let him give it up for her own. she lowered her hand when she realized just how much it was shaking, & she did her best to return to the  image of a perfect princess. they were more than cordial now ( she would dare to call them friends ), but if he was going to play the role of the dutiful knight, then she would settle into her own role of the assertive monarch.
     ❝ hyrule needs you. ❞
      & NOT ME. the implication hung between them, resting almost uncomfortably in the air, & zelda resolved to leave it alone & ignore it as her head bowed.
     ❝ you are our best chance against ganon.❞
     WITH NO POWER in sight, she was fairly certain that he was their only chance, but she refused to say that out loud. she refused to so much as give him the opportunity to disagree with what she knew to be true. the best she could was to ensure the divine beasts & guardians were prepared. anything after that point–––– the attack on ganon, the use of the divine beasts, the winning of the fight–––– it would all only work as long as he was there.
     IF HYRULE WERE to choose between a powerless princess & a hero who had surpassed their expectation time & time again, she knew they would choose him. the people, her father, even she herself would make the decision.
     ❝ the hope of the kingdom rests with you–––– lives with you. so please––––. ❞
     HER GAZE ROSE back to meet his, tears in her eyes but expression even.
     ❝ don’t. ❞
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eroinah · a month ago
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 @torncrocus​   said:    “  i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in.  ” woop from caleb
 (     WHAT   IF   I   TOLD   YOU   MY   TRAUMA     is   a   stalker   ...     )         he   already   knows   what   nightmare   is   painted   on   the   back   of   her   eyelids.   he’s   held   the   mirror   for   her   to   trace   the   shape   of   it   on   his   own   skin,   swirling   smoke   and   ash   and   always   someone   else   holding   the   puppet   strings.   it’s   not   easy,   to   see   your   demons   crawling   at   the   heels   of   another   person,   to   recognise   the   way   a   body   trembles   just   so   in   the   wake   of   a   pain   that   cannot   be   named   nor   described.   but   it’s   easier   than   she   thought   it   would   be.   it’s   in   the   little   things     ;     the   whiskey   bottle   passed   back   and   forth,   the   way   she’ll   place   her   cat   in   his   lap   when   his   gaze   turns   far   away   and   empty,   the   brush   of   hands,   always   tentative,   always   new.
 the   mattress   digs   in   her   back,   but   her   ear   is   to   his   chest,   listening   to   the   quiet   cadence   of   a   heartbeat.   alive,   it   says,   and   she   would   wrap   her   fingers   in   his   heartstrings   if   only   it   would   keep   him   tethered   to   her,   if   only   it   would   mean   he   would   not   dissipate   like   mist.   but   his   hand   is   a   solid   weight   at   her   hip,   and   the   rumble   of   his   voice,   more   felt   than   heard,   reverberates  through   the   empty   spaces   in   her   jaw,   settles   somewhere   deep.   no   matter   how   mortifying,   it   also   feels   good,   being   known.
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 ❝     yeah   ...     ❞         body   twists   in   this   nebulous   nearness   of   two   bodies   pressed   against   each   other   in   the   dark   until   their   eyes   can   lock   together     ;     her   fingers   so   gentle,   ever   so   gentle,   as   they   push   back   the   hair   from   his   forehead,   as   they   ghost   over   his   cheek   to   settle,   light   and   careful,   at   his   jugular.   alive,   his   pulse   echoes,   and   her   lips   tug   into   a   smile.   safe   in   the   circle   of   his   arms   for   once,   maybe   this   is   the   time   to   be   brave.         ❝     yeah,   me   too.     ❞
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nostalgiatm · a month ago
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SEND   🎰  FOR  ME  TO  RANDOMLY  GENERATE  FIVE  SHIPS  BETWEEN  OUR  MUSES !  ----------  accepting  !
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EDWARD  ELRIC    ♥   KARMI
LKSDKVFJASKDJGA  THIS  WOULD  BE  A  DISASTER  that  i’d  lowkey  wanna  see  pan  out  for  my  own  morbid  curiosity  tbh  ...,,
JESSICA  JONES   ♥   TENZIN
SKJDKFJASKDLNGA   N OOOOOOOOOOO  a-absolutely  not
ELLIS  ROWAN  CADERE    ♥   LYDIA  TREVELYAN
huh  !  this  would  be  kinda  cool  to  explore  ???  considering  they’re  both  oc’s  where  one  is  a  werewolf  and  the  other  is  a  literal  mage  with  experience  in  the  supernatural  .....  i  don’t  have  lydia’s  about  page  set  up  on  this  blog  yet  but  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  for  some  of  her  info  if  ur  ever  genuinely  interested  uwu
ELLIE  WILLIAMS   ♥   ANYA  ROMANOV
i  haven’t  played  the  last  of  us  yet  !!  so  i’m  not  sure  how  this  would  work  out  ?  might  be  cute  tbh  ...
ANNA  ♥  GOGO
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@torncrocus​
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caelestiial · a month ago
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@torncrocus​  //  sc.
“you  do  know  that  you  don’t  have  to  come.” words  come  out  softly  from  her  lips.  it  wasn’t  that  important  of  an  event  or  anything.  just  a  local  art  opening  with  up  and  coming  artist  being  featured  and  of  course  kate  was  going.  it  would  be  wrong  if  she  didn’t  decide  to  go.  fingers  lacing  through  her  blond  locks.  yes  ,  she  would  be  slightly  upset  if  andrew  decided  he  didn’t  want  to  go.  the  kids  were  FINALLY  old  enough  to  take  care  of  themselves  ( and  not  kill  each other  as  well) , but  if  he  didn’t  want  to  go  she  would  understand. 
his  job  wasn’t  easy  and  so  she  could  understand  if  he  wanted  a  quiet  evening. “i  won’t  be  offended  and  you  may  find  it  a  little  boring.” she  added  ,  lips  pressed  after  as  she  placed  some  earing  on.  “or  we  could  go  another  day  if  needed.  tell  the  kids  to  stay  in  their  rooms  and  have  a  quiet  night.”  she suggested  the  back  up  plan  ,  just  in case  the  first  plan  wasn’t  going to  go  ahead.
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sapphiretrickster · 2 months ago
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@torncrocus​ asked: “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”  / from caleb
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                Right. She’s been doing that a lot lately, hasn’t she? Just... sitting, in silence, looking at the moon and the stars. It’s hard to even put her feelings and thoughts together the closer Travelercon gets, even harder to put them into words. So she puts on a mask and pretends waiting for all of it to start making sense, for the puzzle pieces to fall into place, lets her friends give her talks and try to cheer her up or even warn her of dangers she’s been too afraid to admit she’s thought of herself.
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“Okay... I can do that,” Jester nods, folding her legs and taking her sketchbook out to doodle the moving figures in the magic hut, “can you make the one with my mama sing on a stage? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
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