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the green knight (2021) / wild geese, mary oliver
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Face Thy Destiny ✨
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what is your character arc ?
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tary.  romance  /  friendship  arc
you  started  this  story  a  little  hard,  or  awkward,  or  stubborn.  that’s  okay.  it’s  harder  than  it  should  be  to  admit,  but  what  you  really  want  is  love.  that’s  what  your  story  is  all  about—not  just  the  act  of  loving,  but  the  allowance  of  it.  the  confession  that   you  do  not  want  to  fight  or  bleed  or  save  the  world,  but  to  simply  feel  the  way  two  hands  fit  so  easily  together.  you  will  have  two  chairs  &  a  table  &  you  will shit  your  blinds,  &  you  will  say  the  word  love  without  faltering.  this  is  a  happy  ending,  &  you  do  not  need  to  feel  guilty.  it  hurts  our  hands  to  fight—never  to  hold.
eadwulf.  corruption  arc
so.  you  got  worse.  &  i’m  not  entirely  sure  i  can  blame  you  for  it.  maybe  it  was  in  you  all  along,  hidden  &  waiting,  or  maybe  someone  planted  it  in  you  &  watched  it  grow.  either  way,  it’s  there  now  &  you  hold  it  in  your  fist  like  a  second  heart—this  blood,  this  hunger,  this  thrill  of  having  teeth  &  using  them.  perhaps  you  are  right  to.  you  are  a  mirror  for  the  hardness  of  the  world,  &  a  mirror  that  we  could  all  stand  to  look  in  more  often.  it’s  hard  to  watch  the  bleeding  bring  about  more  blood,  but  it  is  undeniable  that  you  are  very  good  at  wounding.
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things broke  occasionally.  occasionally  because  often  times  things  were  broken  to  begin  with.  it’s  annoying  sometimes  to  have  progress  halt  all  because  of  a  a  broken  tool,  dull  edge  or  snapped  strap  of  leather  breaking  his  pack,  but  fixes  cost  money  &  that’s  never  in  easy  supply.  still,  eadwulf,  ever  the  observer,  has  taken  to  noticing  when  the  worn  marks  on  something  dip  into  dangerous  territory.  there’s  not  often  much  he  wants  for  himself  aside  from  practical  purchases,  so  it’s  no  burden  to  slip into  a  shop  &  carefully  count  out  his  coins.  he  has  no  need  for  books,  but  he  does  have  need  for  new  laces.
❛ they  need  replacing,  bren. ❜   eadwulf  states.  calm,  perfunctory  &  quiet.   as  someone  on  his  feet  so  often,  he  takes  particular  notice  of  people’s  boots  &  footwear.  it  all  begins  with  a  single  step,  he  thinks  mildly.  with  an  edge  of  something  that  tastes  of  copper.  ❛ it’s  dangerous,  otherwise—ah.  there  was  a  sale  at  the  bookstore. ❜
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the godspell brothers
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@soulwept​​​​ : ❛ why  are  all  these  big  men  making  speeches  to  me  !? ❜
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❛ aren’t most  men  bigger  than  you  ? ❜   sixon  asks,  tilting  his  head.  from  anyone  else,  it  might  have  carried  a  teasing  tone.  might  have  even  been  sarcastic,  biting  or  a  backwards  kind  of  comforting.  but  from  sixton,  it’s  an  observation.  nothing  tethered  with  any  sort  of  emotional  carryover  or  intent,  simply  a  factual  conclusion.  he  doesn’t  even  look  up  from  his  notes.
❛ in  any  case,  i'm  not  sure.  i’m  not  privy  to  the  minds  of  those  who  can  make  such  speeches.  they’re  a  breed  unto  themselves. ❜   sixton  doesn’t  talk  a  lot.  maybe  it’s  a  little  obvious.   ❛ what  kind  of  things  are  they  saying  ? ❜
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CRITICAL ROLE C2 SENTENCES : accepting
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CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 2 SENTENCE STARTERS PT.1
from episodes one through eight – feel free to change pronouns/add names/ect!
“Why are all these big men making speeches to me?!” “So was she like a person that you shrunk down into a hummingbird?” “She is who she is, baby. Just like you.“  “This big guy has me worried, nobody’s able to hit shit.” “My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined." "I don’t want to alarm anyone, but that was fucking efficient." "I’m willing to part with these here pickles." "You ever chugged a bunch of insecticide that’s a bad day.” “Oh my god ! They probably weren’t wearing any underwear, were they?" "Every time I try and show off it never works.” “What can of establishment do you take me for?” “Well my social anxiety is getting the best of me I’m taking a walk good bye.” “Nope. I hadn’t considered that terrifying thought, but thanks.” “Did you say I’m fucking irritable?!” “I’m a dirty hobo and I reek like yesterday’s garbage." “I don’t care but now I feel guilty.” "I’m either a clown or I’m a toad killer!” “Your days are gonna be the days that you’re gonna have” “I’ve got a problem with authority.” “What? Where am I? Who are you? Why are you following me?!" “House Keeping! Is anybody locked in here?” "Do you think they charge an arm and a leg?” “I think there’s something evil afoot.”  "…I’ve been called worse.“ "I have an intelligence of fourteen, I know what I’m doing.” “A handful of wandering destinies slowly begin to intersect.” “Any magic kills a goblin instantly." "Yea sure, they’ll totally kill me… you can leave.” “This ain’t my first rodeo baby, thank you.” “That’s a badass motherfucker, that’s all I’m saying.” “Yeah. I’m so about it. He’s so cool.” “I screwed the pooch. I think ya’ll need to fucking join us.” “Let’s take them on. I feel like I’ve never felt. You and me, let’s take them.” “Why are you big men making these weird speeches to me?!” “Why did you drop a ball bearing down there?” “Let’s /try/ later. Why don’t we do things we’ve done before?” “He was burned alive in front of me…” “I have killed people before in defense. But not like that.” “Look over here…. you look like a nerd.” “I don’t move at the speed of your thought.” “It’s murder time in the campaign.” “Before we can get to that, I just have to say you’re, respectfully, terribly flithy.” “Oh, you’re just an excitable little friend there, aren’t you?” “ ____?! What have you done to ____?! What have you done to _____?!” “Ho, ho, ho! Well, that’s just impressive.” “That’s adorable and I’m not gonna lie, I like it better.” “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disrespect your invitation.”
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sometimes i draw
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Munday meme!
Send me a ⍎ and I’ll record myself reading out a passage from one of our roleplays together and post it!
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@deathinherited​​ : mamihlapinatapei,  the  look  between  two  people  in  which  each  loves  the  other,  but  is  too  afraid  to  make  the  first  move.
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neither of them  had  talked  about  anything  apart  from  the  initial  offer.  the  rare  initiative  from  sixton  godspell  himself  who,  to  this  day,  was  still  processing  that  sudden  decision  of  his.  devlin  had  taken  it  better.  he  usually  did.  simply  looked  at  cassius  when  two  came  home  instead  of  the  usual  one,  eyes  cold  &  critical.  he  didn’t  say  anything  apart  from  noting  that  the  living  room  got  cold  in  the  evening,  but  the  couch  was  quite  comfortable  &  then  smiled  before  disappearing  into  his  own  room.  sixton  made  dinner  &  pointed  out  where  the  spare  sheets  were  stored.  he  said  good  night,  hovering  for  a  second  as  cassius  started  to  settle.  the  unfamiliar  sight  of  someone  else  in  his  home.  someone  moving,  setting  up  the  couch  for  tonight——  
sixton  turned  around,  deciding  that  he  really  had  nothing  to  say  at  all.  
the  night  passed.  sixton  blinked  the  seawater  from  his  eyes  &  tied  his  hair  low  as  he  always  did  before  noting  the  smell  of  food  in  the  air.  cassius  made  breakfast.  the  medical  professional  in  him  noted  his  stilted  movements.  the  way  he  would  gingerly  hold  himself  as  if  trying  his  best  to  avoid  aggravating  something.  it’s——strange.  they  talked.  a  little  awkward  &  a  little  halting,  sixton’s  absolute  inexperience  fumbling  with  his  words.  but  they  did  talk.  nothing  about  the  things  both  clearly  wanted  to  avoid,  but  that  left  them  breakfast  &  the  quiet  morning  so  it  wasn’t  terrible  in  that  respect.  it  might  have  even  been  picturesque.  the  faint  strips  of  orange  colouring  the  kitchen  walls  &  turning  part  of  cassius’  hair  gold.  sixton  didn’t  examine  that  too  closely  &  were  he  aware  of  it,  he  would  have  seen  cassius  doing  the  same.
they  went  to  work  &  went  their  separate  ways.  sixton  went  back  home  &  cassius  went  back  to  covenant  garden.
devlin  hadn’t  raised  a  brow,  but  he  did  open  his  mouth  ——  ❛ just  you  today  ? ❜  sixton  frowned,  uncertain  of  how  he  felt  about  the  last  word  in  the  sentence.  devlin  didn’t  seem  to  mind  when  no  answer  came.  that  was  just  how  the  godspell  brothers  functioned  these  days.
sixton  waded  through  the  next  week  of  dreams.  the  sea,  ever  present.  salt  water  &  brackish  tide,  cold  &  dark.  he  blinked  upon  waking,  fingers  trembling  as  he  rubbed  the  insomnia  from  his  eyes  &  tied  his  hair.  occasionally  he’d  dream  about  people.  his  father,  mostly,  because  that  trauma  was  fresh  again  in  his  mind.  but  there  were  others.  miriam,  adelaide,  guinevere,  winnifred  & ——  
he  sighed.  at  least  he  wasn’t  the  only  one  who  seemed  to  suffer  from  sleepless  nights.  there  was  something  about  shared  misery.  sixton  didn’t  think  he  should  find  that  comforting,  but  he  also  didn’t  feel  particularly  put  together  enough  to  care.  
cassius  did  look  worse.  haggard  &  sluggish,  even   beyond  what  his  still-healing  wounds  would  have  imposed  upon  him  in  the  first  place.  basic  human  sympathy was  something  that  he  was  capable  of.  something  in  him  did  feel  bad  at  the  sight.  at  the  additional  knowledge  of  everything  that  cassius  must  be  holding  inside  him.  they  all  had  their  aftermath  to  sort  out.  cassius’  just  seemed  more  raw  than  the  rest.  the  scattered  sawdust,  the  brown  eyes.
sixton  approached  him.  &  here  was  something  you  should  know  about  sixton  godspell  &  his  eyes——they’re  a  dark  brown.  everyone  knew  this  because  despite  everything  about  him,  sixton  always  looked  at  people  clearly.  met  their  gaze  with  his  own  tired,  dead  fish-like  eyes  hidden  behind  a  thick  layer  of  glass.  he’d  blink  sometimes.  his  pupils  would  shake  or  he’d  narrow  his  eyes  in  suspicion,  but  he  always  looked  &  he  very  rarely  turned  away.
❛ for  as  long  as  you  need, ❜   sixton  said,  starting  in  the  middle  of  the  string  of  phrases  he  had  hastily  pasted  together  that  might  have  been  able  to  pass  as  a  conversation.  stay  for  the  night,  he  had  said.  for  as  long  as  you  need.  he  continued,  ❛ there’s  no  expiration  date. ❜ 
he  walked  away  before  he  could  say  anything  else,  missing  out  on  seeing  cassius’  head  tilt  up,  watching  as  sixton’s  back  grew  smaller  in  the  distance.
days  passed.  then  another  week.  then  a  month  since  their  disastrous  orientation.  &  then  they  were  back  here  again.  two  people  in  the  same  cab,  silent  as  ever.  devlin  didn’t  say  a  word,  though  he  did  catch  sixton’s  gaze  as  he  left  the  living  room  to  them.  silent,  cursory  &  ...  encouraging  ?
❛ i’m  not  imposing,  am  i  ? ❜   cassius  had  started.  he  looked  at  the  door  devlin  had  disappeared  behind  &  said  nothing  for  a  while.  his  gaze  returned  to  sixton.  ❛ how  does  he  feel  about  this  ? ❜
somehow,  sixton  didn’t  think  they  were  actually  talking  about  his  brother.  ❛ he  liked  the  breakfast  you  made. ❜   that  was  true.  devlin  liked  good  food  made  by  good  people.  sixton  thought  about  closed  doors.  the  sparse  conversations  &  abysmal  hospitality  skills.  ❛ he’s  ...  shy. ❜
he  swore  he  heard  a  muffled  snort  in  the  distance.  cassius  looked  at  him  for  a  long  time.  it  was  a  complicated  gaze.  it  didn’t  feel  bad.  just  ...  unfamiliar.  it  wasn’t  the  calculating  &  vaguely  displeased  gaze  watson  wore  the  last  time  sixton  ever  saw  him.  it  wasn’t  the  somewhat  pitying  &  regretful  gaze  devlin  occasionally  tossed  his  way.  it  wasn’t  anything  sixton  had  ever  seen  someone  direct  at  himself.
that  unsettled  feeling  again.  more  noisy  than  before.
❛ okay, ❜   cassius  decided  eventually.  they  left  it  at  that.  didn’t  bring  it  up  again  during  dinner  or  during  their  good  nights  later  that  evening.  didn’t  say  a  word  as  they  had  breakfast  &  then  went  to  work  together.
didn’t  acknowledge  it  when  they  came  back  to  sixton’s  home  that  night.  &  the  night  after  that.  the  following  weekend  &  the  week  after  that.  
sixton  learned  to  become  familiar  with  the  way  cassius  made  tea.  had  a  cup  handed  to  him  one  night  while  he  trembled,  eyes  blank  &  mouth  clamped  tightly  around  his  words.  he  learned  to  become  familiar  with  the  way  cassius  looked  when  he  was  hungover.  when  he  wasn’t.  when  he  had  slept  well  &  when  he  didn’t.  he  learned  what  cassius  liked.  what  his  expressions  were  for  food  he  had  enjoyed,  food  he  tolerated  &  things  he  had  a  particular  affection  for.  the  look  of  the  sun  on  his  face,  bleaching  his  lashes  &  highlighting  the  freckles  scattered  across  his  cheeks.  the  moon  as  well,  tinted  by  the  firelight.  anger,  sadness,  passion  &  ...  care.  sixton  learned  the  topics  cassius  liked  to  talk  about,  debate  about  &  get  riled  up  about.  things  he  would  say,  the  way  he’d  say  them.  the  crinkling  of  skin  as  he  smiled  &  the  heavy  sound  of  his  voice  as  he  confessed  to  murder.  cassius’  steady  presence  at  his  side  became  familiar  too.  a  hand  on  his  shoulder  or  on  the  small  of  his  back.  their  shoulders  bumping  together  as  they  took  a  cab  home,  talking  about  work  or  nothing  at  all.  his  eyes.  a  lighter  brown  than  sixton’s  own.  they  were  ...  nice  to  look  at.  especially  when  cassius  was  looking  at  something  important  to  him.  sixton  wondered  when  he  learned  what  that  look  finally  meant.
another  month  passed.  somewhat  easier,  somewhat  worse.  cassius  started  to  look  better.  like  the  weight  he  was  carrying  was  slowly,  but  surely,  being  shaved  off.  sixton  went  back  to  his  childhood  home  &  lied  about  it  &  started  filling  more  journals  with  things  that  hardly  made  sense.
they  lived.  together.  orbited  around,  eyes  meeting  from  across  the  room  or  over  people’s  shoulder.  they  walked  around  london  for  work  &  just  to  see  the  outside  world  again.  though  things  were  not  always  gentle  to  them,  to  each  other,  they  were  soft.  sixton  found  a  way  to  smile.  he’d  step  into  place  next  to  cassius  &  his  lips  would  bend  upwards.  just  the  tiniest  bit,  but  sixton  still  remembered  devlin’s  face  of  shock  the  first  time  he  had  tried  doing  it.  he  found  himself  catching  his  reflection  sometimes.  his  tired  eyes  that  never  found  as  much  rest  as  he  should.  but  they  looked  alive  whenever  sixton  looked.  present  in  the  world  he  was  beginning  to  find  reasons  to  stay  tethered  to.
as  sixton  looked  to  cassius,  so  too  did  cassius  look  at  six.
they  boarded  a  train  together.  sixton  fell  asleep  against  cassius’  shoulder,  already  sluggish  from  a  recent  bout  of  bad  dreams  &  made  even  more  drowsy  from  the  cold  weather.  they  departed  from  the  station  &  took  a  carriage  with  winnifred.  it  was  nice  to  be  with  friends.  it  was  even  nicer  to  be  together.
they  worked  as  they  were  supposed  to.  did  their  due  diligence,  interviewing  the  aunt  &  the  staff,  talking  amongst  themselves  as  they  had  breakfast  the  next  day.
&  then  things  went  wrong.
sixton  &  cassius  went  back  home.  a  cab  for  two  silent  once  more.  devlin  opened  the  door  &  looked  at  them,  eyes  cold  &  critical.  sixton  went  first  &  started  to  make  dinner.  his  head  he  kept  down,  his  bangs  falling  in  front  of  him  like  a  barrier.  he  looked  away.  &  cassius  ?
cassius  could  not  look  sixton  in  the  eye.
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WORDS : selectively  accepting
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The Avatar and the Fire Lord
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    ❝ This faint red glow begins to warm in front of you, like a tiny tinder flash that begins to burn into a bright flame… Until there before you, you see a massive glowing red eye that just peers into you, inspecting you, piercing you, looking around, to you, within you. No words, no language. You immediately feel this sense of fear and odd desperation, but it begins to subtly pull away as you feel it connect to you, like a single thought enters your mind, the light seems to swarm and fill your space.         And all it says is  —  without language, but feeling, emotion.                                                         “Welcome.” “Welcome.” WELCOME. ❞
                                         ind. caleb widogast of critical role, kindled by dean!                                                         est. december 2020, not spoiler-free. (art cred.)
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random thoughts  :  eadwulf
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youngest  of  the  blumenthal  trio
only  child.  his  parents  had  him  in  and  their  late  30s,  early  40s  &  are  feeling  that  age.  he  used  to  always  do  what  he  could  to  ease  his  burden  especially  when  he  started  growing  taller  than  most  people  in  the  village.
helped  a  lot  out  with  the  farmers  &  also  went  out  to  collect  firewood  for  several  households.  has  a  more  intimate  relationship  with  the  hunters  &  would  often  accompany  them  to  the  edge  of  the  woods,  asking  them  questions  about  their  traps,  their  methods  &  opinions
doesn’t  really  think  much  of  stories  or  books,  but  appreciates  their  value  nonetheless.  around  ten,  he  &  his  parents  used  to  debate  farming  during  dinner  &  before  bed.  he’s  carried  over  this  habit  into  his  adulthood,  taking  to  reviewing  previous  battles,  battle  /  war  tactics  &  maps  of  dangerous  areas  to  help  him  sleep  or  while  away  a  sleepless  night.  likes  maps  quite  a  bit,  honestly.  in  another  life,  he  would  have  liked  to  be  a  cartographer  who  traveled  the  world.
went  to  the  academy  more  so  to  accompany  bren.  was  curious  about  magic,  sure,  but  he  was  very  content  with  his  life  &  probably  would  have  refused  because  he  was  worried  about  his  parents.  stayed  because  of  astrid.
really  adept  at  the  practical  application  of  magic.  is  very  good  at  observing  people  &  copying  them  to  an  unerring  degree  of  accuracy.  he  does  well  enough  with  theory,  but  it’s  not  as  engaging  for  him.  he  learns  best  being  thrown  into  the  thick  of  it  &  figuring  things  out  on  his  feet.  which  combined  with  his  more  tactical-driven  mindset  gives  eadwulf  a  nice  balance  of  being  able  to  plan  things  out  effectively,  but  adapt  if  need  be.
huge  protective  instinct.  ever  since  he  was  young,  he’s  had  to  be  extremely  conscious  of  himself  &  his  strength.  he  likes  the  power  of  protecting  himself  &  his  own.  this  instinct  has  been  warped  to  include  the  interests  of  the  assembly  &  of  course,  trent.
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ii.  merlin
many years her senior,   to merlin dot’s frustration is as understandable, as it is amusing. there are many advantages to youth, certainly     —     and though he looks young, many years have passed since he could really claim it for himself, but he still remembers what it’s like. her predicament is more serious than his, for sure, but all the same he gets the feeling quite well.     ❝   there might be a lot of stabbing coming your way before they ever learn their lesson, i’m afraid,  ❞     he tells her, but not before a snort that escapes him at her brazen words.     ❝  but worry not. i think you have every chance of making your case quite successfully once it gets through the thick of the armour.  ❞
her question brings a smile to merlin’s face, and something about his eyes seems to become rather nostalgic. he shifts in his seat, and memories pour into it     —     some fresh, some less so. it occurs to him, as he’s about to speak,  that they are all not more than stories now,  and a strange sort of feeling comes over him, but merlin expertly ignores it.     ❝  oh, sure. plenty,  ❞     he says in a bright tone and leans forward.     ❝  many of them tried to stab me actually, especially when i was younger     —     less so after they actually knew who i was, but some tried anyway. there were possessed knights, and undead knights seeking vengeance, evil knight statues come to life…   but i’ve known some great knights too. i’ve been great friends with some of them, and…   well, you know.  ❞     merlin smiles, but doesn’t elaborate.
there’s a lot  of  things  dot  would  rather  do  without.  whether  it’s  a  deliberate  eschewing  of  etiquette  is  a  question  for  the  ages,  but  doesn’t  do  well  with  false  pleasantry  or  misguided  concern.  ❛ i’m  very  persistent  &  i’m  very  good  with  a  blade, ❜  she  mutters  under  her  breath  before  shaking  her  head.  the  heated  anger  is already  beginning  to  fade.  oh,  it’s  still  there.  simmering  as  things  always  do  in  the  backs  of  her  eyes,  but  there’s  something  more  important  here.  she  likes  merlin’s  stories——something  about  him  feels  older  than  he  looks.  it’s  not  a  terrible  surprise.  dot,  a  fellow  victim  to  the  impressions  appearances  can  give,  can  only  be  sympathetic  &  a  little  curious.  for  some  people,  that  was  useful.  they  liked  feeling  underestimated  &  the  advantage  that  brought.  dot  simply  doesn’t  have  the  patience  for  that.
❛ that  sounds  complicated, ❜   dot  says.  it  does.  he’s  lived  a  busy  life,  it  seems.  if  that’s  the  shorthand  for  it,  dot  can  only  imagine  the  full  scope  of  the  tapestry  he’s  weaving.  the  life  he’s  lived.  she  tilts  her  head.   ❛ i  don’t  actually  know  &  if  you’d  like  to  keep  it  that  way,  that’s  fine.  you  don’t  talk  in  specifics  very  often,  merlin.  at  least——when  it  comes  to  the  past. ❜
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HE   IS   ALWAYS   THE   KINDER   OF   THE   TWO,   THOUGH   UNEXPECTED   BY   MOST   NOW,   HE   EXPECTS.        eadwulf,   made   of   bricks,   taller   than   most   in   the   village   at   fifteen,   already   a   man   in   body   when   they   are   still   boys      —      eadwulf   is   the   kinder   of   the   two.      he   is   more   thoughtful   of   others   than   bren   has   the   patience   or   selflessness   to   be   back   then      (   too   wrapped   up   in   his   dreams,   his   wishes   to   make   something   of   himself,   how   the   compliments   of   his   parents   and   the   villagers   around   him   swell   his   head   ),      gentler   with   his   strength.      another   casualty   to   caleb’s   list      —      that   boy   from   blumenthal,   not   the   man   beside   him.  
“      i   will   never   be   clean   either,      ”            he   returns.            “      i   can   never   .   .   .      undo   what   i   have   done.      i   .   .   .      can   never   forget   it.      i   should   never   forget   it.      ”            he   does   not   deserve   to   forget   it.            “      but   .   .   .      i   can   leave   this   world   better      —      protect   who   i   can,   where   i   can.      so   can   you.      ”  
none of them  can  escape  from  the  path.  eadwulf  has  done  a  lot.  if  there  existed  a line  then  he  had  crossed  it.  under  duress,  under  threat  &  under  his  own  will.  all  of  them  mixed  together  &  it  was  difficult  to  pick  apart.  layered  threads  spooled  around  old  fingers.  eadwulf  might  have  once  been  kinder,  but  it  is  bren——caleb  that  has  always  forged  ahead.  eadwulf,  feet  stuck  in  the  mud  &  uncertain  of  what  is  his  &  what  he’s  been  made  to  claim.  he’s  lost  a  lot  of  himself.  he’s  perceptive  enough  to  be  aware  of  that  &  perhaps,  perhaps,  there’s  power  in  that.
something,  someone  beats  inside  him.  heavy  &  desperate.  ❛ br——  ...  caleb.  i’m  making  my  own  choices  too. ❜   he  had  decided  long  ago  that  no  matter  what  enemies  they  made,  what  they  had  to  do——he’d  stay  with  astrid.  eadwulf  didn’t  think  he  could  be  ‘  good  ’,  but  he  could  do  good  by  her.   ❛ my  world  just  happens  to  be  smaller.  more  manageable——for  the  moment.  i’m  not  so  heartless  to  think  it  can  stop  at  that,  but  i  don’t  think  i  can  handle  anything  on  a  grander  scale  at  the  moment.  i  apologize  if  you  had  hoped  for  more. ❜
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i’ve read a fic where holmes wore eyeliner and i felt obliged to draw it
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