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ghafaith · 3 years

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sorry for the radio silence ! — I think I’m gonna put this blog on a soft semi-hiatus of sorts. 😳 activity will be sporadic, popping in every now & then to do replies and such. hopefully knife-wife will return to me full-swing soon, until then I can be found on my multi ! love you all. <3

#i miss inej i miss inej i miss inej i miss inej i miss inej i-#when will she come back to me 😔#time to pick up my silly little copy of soc and reread i guess.............#hM

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ghafaith · 3 years

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sorry for the radio silence ! — I think I’m gonna put this blog on a soft semi-hiatus of sorts. 😳 activity will be sporadic, popping in every now & then to do replies and such. hopefully knife-wife will return to me full-swing soon, until then I can be found on my multi ! love you all. <3

#inej still evades me 😔#also totally understandable if anyone decides to unfollow me in this period <3

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ghafaith · 3 years

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sorry for the radio silence ! — I think I’m gonna put this blog on a soft semi-hiatus of sorts. 😳 activity will be sporadic, popping in every now & then to do replies and such. hopefully knife-wife will return to me full-swing soon, until then I can be found on my multi ! love you all. <3

#soft rb on this ! <3 #semi hiatus notice.

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ghafaith · 3 years

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sorry for the radio silence ! — I think I’m gonna put this blog on a soft semi-hiatus of sorts. 😳 activity will be sporadic, popping in every now & then to do replies and such. hopefully knife-wife will return to me full-swing soon, until then I can be found on my multi ! love you all. <3

#semi hiatus notice.#◇ ° 🗡️ ooc. — 《 I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all. y’all not gonna get no sleep ‘cause of me. 》

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ghafaith · 3 years

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The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbour wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.

#◇ ° 🗡️ dyn. ft kaz. — 《 the hope of shelter and salvation that might await you on a distant shore. 》#aiden keeps feeding my kanej brainrot and i just............#am back on my bullshit

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ghafaith · 3 years

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Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai | Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi

#ok this one is purely for me and my own indulgence ✋#'tujh mein rab dikhta hai' literally means 'i see in god in you' 😭#kanej.#◇ ° 🗡️ sounds. — 《 heard melodies are sweet. unheard melodies are sweeter. 》#◇ ° 🗡️ dyn. ft kaz. — 《 the hope of shelter and salvation that might await you on a distant shore. 》

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ghafaith · 3 years

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How strangely both of us are perishing.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Pietà (tr. by Edward Snow); New Poems, 1907 (via megairea)

#◇ ° 🗡️ dyn. ft kaz. — 《 the hope of shelter and salvation that might await you on a distant shore. 》#hello aiden has me back on my kanej bullshit so ✋

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ghafaith · 3 years

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

#FENIXBURNED : selective & private multimuse, featuring characters from literature, podcasts & original work. ignited by flora ( she / her ), gmt +1

#◇ ° 🗡️ promo. — 《 we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. 》#flora is !!!!! AN ANGEL !!!!!

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ghafaith · 3 years

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what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins.

#◇ ° 🗡️ self promo. — 《 respectfully asking you to support my very serious career. 》#after more than 2 weeks of no ic content #i did four drafts today #let me! have this!

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ghafaith · 3 years

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kyberborne:

blood on her hands – not hers, probably – sweat on her skin, and dirt underneath her nails ; jyn holstered her truncheons as she navigated the twists and turns of the back-alleyways of ketterdam as she made her way back to inej. “ i was a bit busy trying not to die, ” she retorted offhandedly with a quirk of her brow. they’d gotten separated in the middle of the fight and though jyn had tried to make her way back to the other as quickly as possible, she’d been preoccupied. still, her jaw tightened in sympathy, in guilt of not responding quick enough to inej’s signs. “ c’mon – we gotta get out of here before more come looking. keep it together for a few more minutes, ghafa. ”

the encounter had left her rattled, a fight of three against one & while she managed to deal a good hand of damage, inej ultimately had to run for her life with the attackers right on her heel. she had bought herself some time when she scaled up a wall & stayed hidden on the roof of a building, till jyn had come along. with her arrival, some degree of calm returned, caressed her nerves to ease & she looked up at jyn with gratitude. the smarter decision would have been to leave inej stranded & cover for herself. however, jyn had showed up. the timing may have been off, but better late than never. ❝ how many of them are there ? ❞ she inquired, releasing the triggers on her forearms so two of her knives slid into her palms. ❝ do you think can we take them on ? ❞

#kyberborne #* re: jyn erso — kyberborne.#◇ ° 🗡️ interactions. — 《 as if the world were smoke and she was just passing through it. 》#◇ ° 🗡️ verse two. — 《 no mourners. no funerals. 》

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ghafaith · 3 years

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merchlings:

he instantly regretted opening his mouth . not only did the words come out in a breathless bout but he thought he deserved another round of losing to the wraith for the way he let his voice sound so fragile ( quivering , either from exertion or his own weakness , like he was pleading ) . he needed to get up . he would have to make his arms prop his weight in order to get up && his legs to move again . the pounding in his head concentrated at the back && he realised his brain must have been so rattled against his skull from all the tumbles he’d taken that he’d need an ice pack and a long slumber to get rid of it . or a healer , if possible . but inej was heading his way now && all he could think about was that she’d help him up && announce that their training session was over . she did not . instead , wylan found himself pinned face-down against the floor && ( yet again ) pain shot through his shoulder and down through arm as the spider twisted it . all that his body still had in it for was just a frail whimper . when she let go of him , air flooded his lungs at long last . he looked at the extended hand && thought that he could take it . somehow , he’d muster enough strength to pull her down to the ground && give himself enough time to push himself to his feet . wylan eyed one of her knives . would he even be fast enough to grab one without the wraith cutting him short? it didn’t matter . inej was right . no one would let him live long enough to help him up so whatever attack he was contemplating was nullified either way . he took her hand and let himself be pulled to his feet . ❝ i’ll fight . ❞

when he took her hand and righted himself, she took a moment to consider him. the disheveled clothes, the bruises starting to form on his face, the exhaustion in the blue eyes — a pang of pity jabbed her right where the heart would be. she had taught him that the barrel wouldn’t be kind, but did that mean she wouldn’t be either? there was a fire in the boy that burned as bright as his hair, & she could see that just when he agreed to continue. dark eyes glinted with pride. wylan may have a long way to go, but he was determined to not give up. it was a good place to start, and maybe that was enough for the day. ❝ that’s good, wylan. that’s very good. ❞ inej said, gently rubbing his shoulder, the spot where the arm would have detached from its socket if she had gone a little further with her grip only minutes ago. she made a mental note to teach wylan this and more in the upcoming lessons. ❝ let’s call it a day. ❞ she reached for her knives set aside on the table, tucking them into their sheaths one by one on her person, mumbling the name of each saint they were named after. once the brass knuckles were returned to her right hip pocket, she would have turned on her heel, leapt over the bannister & vanished. but the day was over, and she didn’t need to be the wraith anymore. so inej turned to him & asked, ❝ are you hungry? ❞

#merchlings #* re: wylan van eck — merchlings.#◇ ° 🗡️ interactions. — 《 as if the world were smoke and she was just passing through it. 》#◇ ° 🗡️ verse two. — 《 no mourners. no funerals. 》#im sorry this is so late 😌#BUT HEY i would die for them twice over

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ghafaith · 3 years

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warnsyou:

❛ do i look like a jester to you? i’m not acting. ❜ kaz brekker was the wraith’s unmoving mirror. when she struck her fist against the table, when she made the sturdy floorboard rattle and the skies outside weep against the planes of a dirty window, he stood unblinking into the flames of her fury. kaz’s stare was bleak in comparison, void of the same sprite of a soul that inej seemed to have. he yanked back his chair and dropped with a thump, extended his bad leg for a bit of relief, and pressed the head of his raven cane to his chest. there, he put his chin to a press over it’s protruding peak. it was underwhelming to compare his eyes to dark coffee. kaz brekker was twice as bitter and without caffeinated results.

❛ you weren’t this worked up when we went to the ice court. did the merchling’s cushions and sweet rolls make you complacent? ❜ he wasn’t wearing his gloves. it made it easier to dig his finger into the new, tidy slab of his desk. the desk he’d had only for a few months now that per haskell was gone. kaz extended the beak of his cane, lifted his chin. he tapped its body against the table, turned its gold-studded eyes to judge inej. ❛ because i sure as shit didn’t put that lump in your throat, inej. ❜

she would have flipped the desk over his head, if it wasn’t twice her weight. but more importantly, it was kaz’s gloveless hands that diverted her rage & gave way to curiosity. it was still a sight so strange, so rare, that inej could not tear her eyes away from it— gaze flickered from void of his eyes to snatching up the details of the bare skin of his hands. trickster hands. pale, slender fingers of a lock-picker. the shiny rope of scar tissue that ran across his knuckle. she gulped, redirecting her focus to him and the sharpness of his words. ❝ forgive me, I didn’t realise being a fool had started coming naturally to you. ❞

inej pushed herself off the chair & made her way to the window, scanning the dark skies outside. water poured relentlessly against the glass pane, dousing the flames of her fury. why was she here? some naive part of her had thought kaz would consider her doubts, her worry, and reject the job. she wanted him to assure her that nothing would go awry. but he’d never been one to make false promises— then why had she expected that of him? kaz’s voice, stone-on-stone, pulled her out of the thoughts piling up inside her head & made her turn to face him. ❝ —and I almost died when we went to the ice court. I’m not complacent, kaz, I’m careful. unlike you, I don’t have nine lives to spare. ❞ she replied, anger replaced by exhaustion. the voice of someone who’d fought enough times to know that no one could win against dirtyhands. inej glided over to the edge of his desk again, fingertips trailing over the spot she’d almost cracked. ❝ I know I cannot stop you. ❞ she sighed. ❝ so tell me, what can I do? ❞

#warnsyou #* re: kaz brekker — warnsyou.#◇ ° 🗡️ interactions. — 《 as if the world were smoke and she was just passing through it. 》#◇ ° 🗡️ verse one. — 《 seek the light that never goes out. 》#she's so tired of his shit ! SO TIRED !

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ghafaith · 3 years

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feygana:

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷'𝚂 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽. fresh logs crackled and sent a hollow roar that rang around the hanging cauldron’s girth like a sorrowful bell. satisfied with her work, the woman dusted off her rail-thin fingers and stood to greet her guest. surrounded by the silence honey-gold room, both wore a mask of defense, the truth hidden from view.

❝ strange how this house seems prone to housing those with no better place to be. now show me your hands. ❞ an odd request, but no more shocking than the little groan that came from the animal curled up in the corner. a little dog no, a bear? ❝ your hands. ❞

beware of what lurks in the dark. fingers curled into tight fists behind her back, warily peering at the woman. ❝ why ? ❞ the cauldron hissed & gurgled, but what caught inej’s attention was another sound she couldn’t quite tell what it was, only that it was the whimper of an animal. ( what had she gotten herself into ? )

when the cold rush of wind sent a shiver down inej’s spine, the fireside answered. the warmth was comforting, and she knew her saints would be watching over her. the request was odd, but she had stepped into a stranger’s home and by the virtue of common courtesy, she had to oblige & meet the woman’s demands regardless of how strange they were. slowly, she extended her calloused, dirt-laden hands forward.

#feygana #* re: morgana pendragon — feygana.#◇ ° 🗡️ interactions. — 《 as if the world were smoke and she was just passing through it. 》#◇ ° 🗡️ verse zero. — 《 undetermined. 》#aaaaaa i am sorry this is so late! 😅

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ghafaith · 3 years

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