Darkrise's Links
remember: never bring a varmint rifle to a gunfight
Hey we got the guy and we came out alive so I think it went great
"I alone, wildered myself, lashed out and ran through the woods to fade away into madness.
Well, what do you make of my ruinous bones?
Tell me, if you dare."
"I see in your ruins the reflection of me. Oh what would it be to lose myself in the caverns of your bones, to forget the walls between us and howl like beasts to the moon in our hearts."
Shares a tumultuous history with, though in a somewhat detached way. Attempted to murder his grandfather in an act of malice against the patriarchy founded under his fist; Elladan witnessed and was tasked with tracking her down thereafter. Haunted by her past literally and figuratively whenever she catches sight of him and he catches up with her; tries desperately to reject it because of all she lost, but knows she cannot run forever before she must meet the consequences of her actions in full.
we both love to ship the hell out of our chars and I think that’s cool
Shipping is life, I am glad I'm not living it alone slkdjfh
Childhood friend. Infatuation. Complicated.
Childhood friend, resents and desires at the same time.
And the world has somehow shifted;
All at once everything looks different;
Now that I see you.
When Leovys was small, he never thought much on love. The times he did, he might have imagined a young doe at his side; shorter than him yet strong and beaming with an incomparable light. A white candle whose flame cast to the wind of his past, an old friend. He'd never have imagined it to come on the tides of corporeal night, the very skies he cherished and engulfed traceable on her skin, the glowing crest of a latticed moon on her brow. She was nothing like what he could have imagined - she was more. He'd always have conversations with the nightscape and stars above him; it was a time he could truly see the world in all its lively, wonderful glory. Where he could appreciate how small he was in all its grand expanse. It would speak ancient and natural, and in some part of him where words were never needed he understood. Her eyes spoke the same language. It felt like kinship, like meaning, like belonging. It felt like home.
A soul for which she feels a gentle and soft connection. A kindred spirit in some ways, despite their clear outward differences. Afraid of, at first, as she is with all new things (though most particularly because of a traumatic past involving horses and burns and nightmares), but through their similar scars has found he is a trustworthy friend above all. (placeholder, edits most likely in da future!)
He found endearment where he did not expect, a feeling of care where he rarely felt it. Actaeon can rarely bring himself to care for others, yet somehow he finds himself wanting to be besides Refr.
Though usually afraid of conversation and unwilling to step out of his comfort zone, for Refr he wants to try.
Their love was like a phoenix, born from the ashes of their lives, radiant and new. It waxed and it waned but when it was reborn, it was not the same. What they'd shared had been real and true, but the words of their epilogue were written in separates tomes, their tales taking separate paths.
A beloved salvation left behind on the shores of D'qara in her search to find her broken self. Separated from him by things beyond either of them, the Prince remains at the forefront of her mind, and never will she forget how it feels to look him in the eye and know, if nothing else, she is safe.