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The taste of strawberries, sickly sweet. Jespar was looking at her with dawning horror.
“Your master was a member of the Creator’s Cult?”
“No. He was a high priest.”
The train lurched around them, as though it, too, was shocked.
“Fuck.”
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She was frozen stiff, fear and terror and anger and love - godsdamned love - coursing through her veins and paralyzing her. Why was she like this? Disgust welled in her throat as Arantheal took her into his arms and she could do nothing, because she didn’t want to, because she wanted to be held - even by him, even considering what he wanted to do to her. 
There was that fear again. Fear that she would never be free, because what had been done to her had shaped her so completely, so permanently. For all those years he’d stitched together love and hate and fear and comfort and pleasure and pain and she would never be able to untangle that mess. Never. 
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You're asking the wrong questions, child. Why should you want to save the world? Why should the world want to be saved by you?
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forevermarked · 5 months
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girls when they are having boy trouble: time to get a haircut
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forevermarked · 6 months
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And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas
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forevermarked · 6 months
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breaking chronology but OT3 lookin fine as fuq all in armors by Fuse00
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As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of her lips Hints her innavigable soul.
Such lights she gives as guide my barque; But I am swallowed in the swell Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark, That holds my heaven and holds my hell.
Aleister Crowley
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forevermarked · 6 months
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All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood, Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots. O all I owe is all the flesh inherits, My fathers' loves that pull upon my nerves, My sisters tears that sing upon my head My brothers' blood that salts my open wounds
Dylan Thomas
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forevermarked · 7 months
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“We’re friends,” he grumbled. “That’s how it should be, and how it will remain.”
Why do you lie, even now? It’s only us. Who is there for you to fool?
“I’m not lying. It doesn’t matter how I feel. There’s too much at stake - the Cleansing, everything. Even once it’s all over, if we survive… I’m old, and bitter, and cowardly. She deserves better than me.”
But she wants you. 
He laughed, bitterly.
“Don’t worry. It’s only a matter of time before she smartens up.”
Jespar had the feeling he was being scrutinized, examined. He imagined this ancient, immortal being rifling through the series of fuck-ups and selfish mistakes that was his life, weighing and measuring him. He thought of his father. He wondered if he would ever stop feeling this way, not good enough for this world.
If you truly believe that, the temple rumbled, and then paused. A section of the floor ahead of him collapsed, falling down into a deep black chasm, so deep he could not see or hear the stones land. Then jump.
Jespar stood at the edge, looking down. He felt like a reed in the wind, swaying slightly. The blackness rippled like water, and he could see his own reflection. Staring blankly, impassively. 
You won’t defeat them. The Cycle has lasted for an eternity. More civilizations than can be counted have fallen, no matter how hard they've struggled, and you will too. Why bother? Why fight? Why live, if you cannot even allow yourself to love?
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forevermarked · 7 months
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Templar General Nyx of the Order of Mages, Champion of Narathzul Arantheal, Tel’Imaltath, Godkiller and protector of the Prophetess
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The lips of time leech to the fountain head; Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores. And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
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forevermarked · 7 months
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PLEASE i am in utter shambles i rolled up to Ark and everyone was petting this dead crab ;0; then as soon as i started talking to them they got up and walked away????? im laughing so hard lmao
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forevermarked · 9 months
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long night at the Aged Man's manor, things got weird, music was playing, you know how it is
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forevermarked · 9 months
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thinkin about Tharael
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forevermarked · 9 months
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"So tell me, how do you feel about all of this? Being one of Them, being old Arantheal's favorite, being the magic key to stopping the end of the world?" "I'm not sure I've had time to feel anything about it yet. It's... it's all happening so fast." "Well, nothing is happening right this very moment." Yeah. He was right. Eris felt like the world was standing still. She was a little high, a little buzzed. It was a pleasantly chilly evening, the scent of woodfire smoke carried on the wind from the ground below. It was just her and Jespar. "Alright. I'm gonna feel my feelings. Give me that pipe." She took another drag, and when she exhaled she shouted, smoke billowing out of her like she was a dragon breathing fire. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! THIS IS SO FUCKING WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIRD!"
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A guard milling around at the base of the tower shouted back. "Shut up!" Eris clapped a hand over her mouth, and Jespar was doubled over with laughter. "Wait, wait," he wheezed. "I wanna try." He motioned for the pipe. "JESPAR DAL'VAREK IS THE MOST SKILLED AND GENEROUS LOVER IN ALL OF VYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" "Don't make me come up there!"
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The two of them were breathless, red-cheeked, tears in their eyes from laughing so hard.  "Do you feel better?" Jespar asked. "Yeah. I do. Um... what you said," she looked down, fidgeting with the cuff of her shirt. "Is that true?" "What, about being a skilled and generous lover?"   She nodded and Jespar leaned forward on his elbows. "Well, well, well. Wouldn't you like to know?"
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then :) he shot her down :) because he's silly ...
but they still stayed up talking all night <3 <3
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forevermarked · 10 months
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POV: ur the Father
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forevermarked · 10 months
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this is a celebratory post because i FINALLY,,, finally, after DAYS of work, got Tharael looking the way i want him to ;0; i made him so pretty guys.......... wow............ this is my version of Tharael after Rhalata where he travels with the Prophet and helps them out. he's still wearing the Voice outfit bc i havent found one i like better for him. and he doesnt have his tattoo bc i was playing with a mod that removed it for the longest time and i forgot about it and i cant be assed to put it back after all the trouble his makeover gave me lawl. he went to the magical tattoo removal wizard okay. i love this set of screenshots because they coincide so perfectly with this lil excerpt from my WIP ~
“How can you say that?” He snapped. “You don’t even know what I look like.”
“Sure I do.”
Her voice softened. He could hardly stand to look at her, but heard a smile in her words all the same. 
“You’re tall and skinny - I know you don’t eat enough. When you first pulled me from the Arena and we fell over each other, I thought it impossible that anyone could have limbs so long. But your shoulders are broad, your frame big, so you don’t look scrawny. More… elegant. Willowy.”
“Your eyes are so dark most people would say they’re black. But in the light - the light of the fireplace in the orphanage, or the fire now, I can see that they’re violet. With a touch of blue. Indigo, maybe. They look like the night sky, like stars and galaxies.”
“I know a few other elves with grey skin like you,  but yours is the most beautiful by far. It changes so much depending on where you are. In the dark it’s cold, pale, almost white. Like you’re made of marble. But in the light, like right now, it’s warm. Or the promise of warmth. Like ashes, like kindling.”
“Your hair grows like weeds. You’ve had to shave your head three times since I’ve known you - about once a week. I wonder what it would look like if you let it grow out?”
“And… I know when you blush it goes to the tips of your ears. It’s cute.”
like wow put this dude in different lighting and he looks completely different. i love it. love him :3
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forevermarked · 10 months
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local scallywag finds mermaid washed up on the beach, 8234 a. St, colorized
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"What will you do now, mysir Dal'Varek?" He leaned back and blew out a gust of air. He rolled his cup on the table, and thoughtfully took a sip. "You know, I'm not sure yet. It seems the kind and benevolent Constantine Firespark has exhausted his need for my services, for the time being. I went down to the harbor earlier, looks like there's a ship leaving for Kile tomorrow. Perhaps my fortune awaits me there." It doesn't. You know that. Eris studied him with an unreadable expression. "Maybe... or maybe something even better than fortune awaits you here in Ark." Don't do this. "Not for me," he responded. "But for you, probably." "Hm..." she tilted her head. "We'll see. I should get back to the Temple, but I wanted to say... thank you. For saving me." "It was nothing."   Nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing. Eris smiled, and stood. "I wish you luck in Kile, or wherever you decide to go. I hope our paths cross again, Jespar, and if not..." She leaned over him. She smelled of bathhouse soap and oranges.  "I won't forget you." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. Chaste. Silly. Pure. Then, before he could say or do anything, she rushed out of the tavern, squeezing through the small crowd, disappearing among the backs of strangers. Jespar blinked. His hand went to his cheek, numbly. "What...?"
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