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contrariian-archive · 3 years

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@lvstscptim said: ‘ i want to go away with you. i must, and will, and damn the world and damn the consequences and anyone had better look out for themselves who dares to become an obstacle in my path. ’

‘ YOU DON’T MEAN THAT . ’ HER VOICE is uncommonly soft , and her eyes are softer as she carefully undoes her elaborate braids , blonde tresses falling loose around her face . it’s not fair to say , and she knows it ; he does mean it , as much as he can mean such things when the world is falling to pieces around them & they are the only ones able to stop it .

how strange , to be the voice of reason . to be the selfless one . she finds that she does not care for it ; being a hero is a bitter taste .

her last braid comes free and she stands , grabbing hold of his hands . not fair , she thinks fiercely . not fair . not fair . not fair . not fair to lose one man she loves , only to fall for another who will soon be beyond her reach . she is many things , but she is not fit to be an empress ; she knows that much . she can hope selfishly that he will never cease in loving her , but she knows that she cannot have him forever . she knows , knows deep in her aching heart , that she will have to give him up .

‘ i love you , ’ she says simply . ‘ but you would not abandon the world for me . and i will not ask you to , no matter how i wish it . ’

she bumps their noses together and kisses him quickly , chastely . ‘ you are far too good a man to leave those who need you . ’ no matter that she needs him too .

I AM REDUCED TO A THING THAT WANTS VIRGINIA

#lvstscptim #thordis sorissen.#HAHAHA AND I THOUGHT THE LAST ONE HURT :-)#ANSWERED.

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contrariian-archive · 3 years

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@lvstscptim said: “I heard you couldn’t sleep, so I made you some tea.”

HIS SIMPLE ACTS OF KINDNESS OFTEN THROW HER . the sight of him in her doorway , holding a cup of tea upon a saucer , reminds her absurdly of those early days in the cheydinhal sanctuary — the days before her family was framed , the days before she killed them methodically , carefully , without flinching . she’d never expected such kindness from assassins , but that is simply how the brotherhood is .

now her brothers and sisters are dead , and her speaker is dead , and she is in the grand halls of cloud ruler temple with no one but martin for company .

. . . her situation could easily be worse .

‘ thank you , martin . ’ she adjusts the blankets pooled in her lap so they keep her just a touch warmer , and gestures for him to enter . ‘ i hope your rest wasn’t interrupted . we both need as much sleep as we can get . ’

THAT’S THE WAY I LOVE YOU

#lvstscptim #thordis sorissen.#answered.#SHE'S JUST. SAD TONIGHT IG

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@lvstscptim said: ‘ of everything i have seen, it’s you i want to go on seeing: of everything i’ve touched, it’s your flesh i want to go on touching. i love your orange laughter. i am moved by the sight of you sleeping. ’

SHE IS STILL NOT ACCUSTOMED TO SUCH pretty words . her husband had been no great romantic and an even lesser poet , preferring to impress her with feats of strength — as much as he tried at all . there had been no courting between them , just a contract : the new jarl gained striking thordis sorissen’s hand & with it the goodwill of the people who had so adored his late father ; and her father gained a position as steward and lowered taxes . she had not loved jarl vorlund , and she doubts he loved her ; more likely she was just another interesting bauble to add to his collection .

lucien may have beheld her with such overwhelming love as what martin spews now , but he never said as much . he had not needed to . he was her speaker , and she was his silencer ; their bond had been beyond words , sealed in blood and shadow . he could not have told her anything she did not know : she was his knife , and he the hand that wielded her , and he loved her as an artist loved his paints , a poet his words . she had , in turn , loved him as art loves its creator . she had never thought to love another .

but martin — martin septim , the emperor’s son no matter how illegitimate — who is a better man than any she has known , looks at her blood-drenched hands , the heart that has belonged to sithis since before her birth , and finds some beautiful marvel of the divines . thordis cannot comprehend it , but she also cannot deny that his words settle in the core of her heart . she cannot deny how fiercely she loves him ; fierce enough that if he asked , she would return to the noblewoman’s life she hated just to remain by his side . her chest fills to burst with adoration for him , and she releases the pressure inside her by caressing his cheek .

she is no poet , either , but as she takes his hand and presses her lips to his palm she hopes that he knows she means i would do whatever you asked of me . i would face the world alone , i would put myself as a shield between you and whatever meant you harm , i will be yours until you are through with me , and i very well may be yours even after that . she wants to say i wake up beside you in the night and mistake your presence for the dawn . she wants to say ask me to die for you . she wants to say ask me to live for you .

ask me to lay down my weapons , my armor . ask me to live simply with you . teach me how to love the way you love me .

what she says is : ‘ the sight of me sleeping ? sounds rather boring to be moving . perhaps you should raise your standards . ’ i love you . i love you . i love you .

I AM REDUCED TO A THING THAT WANTS VIRGINIA

#thordis sorissen.#lvstscptim #answered.#haha RIP

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