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“My life is yours. Kill me or let me live, if it even matters to you.”
❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . --- accepting
She arrives in hurricane procession.
He keeps no storm watchers on hand, regardless of this one's frequency and carnage. Precaution is kin to anticipation. It bleeds the same color as expectation. All of it, a kind of awaiting. ( A wanting. ) Arthas finds her often enough without making a place for her, and besides --- she would never deign to fit the design.
( “ Jaina usually runs a little late.” )
The cost is to ever be blindsided by her. ( You would be blindsided regardless. )
“ … What? ”
The Shadow Throne swallows his slack-jawed stupidity whole. Its walls are soundproof, unlike the rest of his Citadel, whose veins and ventricles were carved to carry the cries of the damned from rampart to spire. He is not his father, to leave unlocked the doors of his imperial chamber for any bad omen winging its way in. He does not accept with open arms his murderous dark son.
Merely her mother, it seems. ( Again. )
What stands before him could be a stranger. Her golds are bleached to silver. Her hands are metal gleaming. Even this grief is new, kindled to rage by furnace flames he hadn’t known she even possessed. ( Turnabout is fair play. You surprised her first. ) Jaina places herself in his hands with a truly murderous spite, and he can barely bring himself to appreciate it.
Whence comes this sudden sense?
And whence has his fled?
“ Here you are, come to this place once more … searching this time, for …? ” He rises slowly from his throne, armor clattering in protest. “ You must know by now there are no golden princes awaiting you. ”
One step, another. How easily he crosses the distance. You could think there nothing but air between them.
My life is yours, she says, as though it had ever been elsewise. Why else would her breath suffocate his lungs. What other reason explains her blood leaking still within his cavernous dark chest. He has flensed himself to the bone for nothing. She lives in his marrow, sleeps on those factory floors. There is none of his construction free of her.
A laugh clots in his throat; he feels it throb just below his jaw, at the place a hangman’s noose tightens.
“ There is only me. ”
Overhead: the faint creak of a guillotine. ( Or is that your armor? ) It must be. His gauntlet has risen to her face. Thumb pressed to the long sweep of her pale cheek, blood-black against the snow --- a twitch of his wrist would render her to dust.
( A twitch of hers would rend you both. You wonder, as always, if she knows. )
She wears heartbreak the same as ever, his Jaina. He sees it in the turn of her mouth first; watches, rapt, as it spreads plaguelike to dull her lilac-strange eyes, and drag her shoulders down. Bone presses heavier against his palm, and he does not know if she leans into the touch or merely wilts towards her sad grave.
No difference, really. No difference at all.
If it even matters to you.
His throat unclenches. A wet, red laugh dribbles from between his teeth. Always, she mistakes him for someone kind.
“ Would that it didn’t. ”
His other hand knots through her hair in a barbed-wire grip. A tilt of the wrist makes her ( dust ) gasp, and he surges upon her as an avalanche.
Ghost-pale, but this warmth … this he recalls. She burns his mouth as though he seeks to swallow the sun. Ozone crackles against his tongue, coats the back of his palate in a metal sheen. Magic, or a brewing storm --- he never could parse the difference, married as they are in her flesh. Their teeth clack, clumsy from the long years’ absence. He tilts her head, adjusts his approach --- and here they are. Every betrayal and broken promise washes away in the tide. They could be young again. They could be in love.
The hand not snarled in her hair trails from her jaw to the hollow of her throat, the jut of her sternum. His palm flattens, fingers spread wide over that steady, nauseating beat. He could pluck it free so easily. He could bring it to his lips, and make her last sight him taking a bite.
( You could put it back where it belongs. )
Arthas licks into her mouth as ice pours into her red heart. Frost folds softly over every ventricle, smoothing over fluttering tissues and shuddering wet veins. Close as they are, entwined as they are, he can feel the faltering staccato echo within his hollow rib cage.
( You could --- )
He bites her lip bloody as it cracks in two.
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@arcanemagic asked: “Your advice is to lie?” // hi……
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Mathias stands tall and at attention, hands folded neatly behind his back as he regards her patiently. It’s not all too often Shaw gets to be in Lady Proudmoore’s presence, imparting his aid and influence to her command, but he does make a point to offer her the utmost respect deserved - and with it, direct honesty.
“ Yes, ” He says plainly. “ Contrary to what softer, un-calloused, moralistic folks will have you believe, lying can get you very far. The SI:7 are no strangers to it. ”
Espionage, disguises, manipulation, psychological warfare, rewriting and erasing history, the SI:7 has dealt in various flavors of lying. Spies such as he are unburdened by rights and wrongs; results are all that matter. Efficiency above all else.
“ If you wish for my assistance in covering for you, you need only ask. Not everyone is a natural liar, so I understand if you have tribulations with it. Say the word. If you want theatrics, or just plain Spymaster, I have the arsenal. ”
He means it, genuinely. He’d seen the cruelty Jaina had been met with time and time again. If there’s any way he can help prevent that, he’ll gladly offer it, even if it means getting his hands a little dirty.
“ Unless you’d rather have them disposed of... that can be arranged as well. ”
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What kind of King's Advisor would you be?
THE GENERAL.
Look, you don't know much, but you're pretty damn certain if we just WENT TO WAR almost everything around here would be solved. Oh you're having trouble agreeing on trade prices? Uhh pretty sure if the other person was Dead the trade prices would be damn low. THERE, SOLVED THE FINANCIAL CRISIS FOR YOU! The kingdom might not be at war C u r r e n t l y but your position is obviously extremely important. Who is going to brashly put their arms around the king's shoulder when he's bored of the ball and convince him to go roughhouse outside? Who is going to pour him a glass of brandy and regale him with stories of your military days together and slip a hand so carefully onto his thigh Hang On--
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tagging: @shxwmaster (like duh but also ... just in case what If Not ...) , @earthbinder , @throned DARION BABEY, @ridefourth , @hemoarchy , @arcanemagic
#﹙ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ﹚ meta.#﹙ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ. ﹚ prompts.#//#no one's surprised right
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Emofa, the arcane trickster.
Matt Forsyth.
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Arcane Magick Flip Flops. #alternativefashion #arcane #arcanemagic #flipflops #blackbloodedlifestyle https://www.instagram.com/p/CMhCJmGHtWs/?igshid=n71mzeexotoy
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@arcanemagic ―- disc.
IN THE FAR CORNER OF the lord admiral’s bedchamber , the banshee queen sits . though her muscles are locked in perfect stillness , the pose in which she has set herself seems both languid and unworried . not even her lungs seem willing to break the serenity of the scene , and her linen - wrapped chest neither rises nor falls in acquiescence . it is only her expression that BETRAYS THE PEACE that’s settled between them .
her mind is racing , that much is clear . one plan flows into the next , and the one after , until the future is all too uncertain . what must jaina think of her ? ―- of all she’s done ? ―- of what she’s become ?
as if of its own accord , a pale hand lifts until her fingers brush against the score beneath her eye . she knows it burns with the same red of her gaze , but she cannot feel it now . jaina had made sure of that . surely , she wouldn’t have bothered if ... ?
“ i do hope you know that i will never ask you to understand the things i’ve done . ” the words are spoken before she can think better of them . once they are said , curling from her lips like sunburnt flesh , there is little she can do to recall them . “ ... but we have been through so much together , you and i . ” her brow furrows as she looks toward the mage , still as she’d left her ―- wrapped in silk and bathed in shadows , fitfully dozing .
“ i would only ask that you trust in me , as i have ever trusted in you . ”
#arcanemagic#* verse || as waves wash through !#i'm moving this from discord to here because soft sylvanas is R A R E
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Sitting with my #sadness today. Crocheting scares the 👻☠️👹 Squi and Catbug say hi too~ 🙃🖤 🐙👁️🗨️🐙 #foreverachild #art #artistlife #arcanemagic #crochet #lace #doilylace #wip #wouldyoulikefrieswiththat #catlife #catbug #timelesscrafts #stevienicksstyle https://www.instagram.com/p/B2PlT_jAwoc/?igshid=1ekvg02pusw2s
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Day 21 - Drain 💙🌕🖤#inktober #drain @jakeparker @inktober #love #gothic #moon #energy #magic #arcane #rpg #fantasy #Ill #bluemoon #darklove #blackmagic #design #conceptart #witchcraft #witch #spirit #ghost #inktoberday21 #artoftheday #sketch #illustration
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My final chibi drawing is Vincent Braveheart. Look at my angy antagonist haha. Well that's it for chibies for now, time to work on some character concepts. For more info on this character, please visit my #Writergram account @a_j_torres0 #AmDrawing #Chibi #BookArt #AnimeArt #AnimeStyleArtist #ChibiArt #AnimeArtist #ArtistOfInstagram #ArtistOfIg #WhimsicalFeatures #Artgram #RaF #YA #ArcaneMagic #Sorcerer #Wizard #Magic #Fantasy #HighFantasy #YoungAdult #IndieBook #Photoshop #PhotoshopArt #PhotoshopArtist https://www.instagram.com/p/CV8iPOiriZ9/?utm_medium=tumblr
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@arcanemagic ❛ I should have found the words to keep her with me. ❜ // abt zoen………
“ He wouldn’t have listened. ”
Rare are the times when parents and child should all haunt the same room. He could keep count on a hand if he cared, tallying even the incidental moments when they lingered in his periphery. He doesn’t, naturally --- though Zoen doubtless had. Arthas had seen it in her shoulders, tension coiling the muscles into so many knots with abacus intent. The boy was over-sensitive that way.
Was. Now, she is just insensate.
The Maw had not agreed with his Deathlord. Details remained scanty --- none who’d ventured with him had returned, and all Zoen managed in consciousness was a cackling Deathspeak babble. She’d fallen to frenzy soon after, and reached teeth-first for the nearest warm throat, and … well.
It is surprising to find Jaina at her bedside so soon.
( But then, it was not from him their son inherited self-flagellation. )
“ If she’s ever listened to a noise besides her own barking, I’ve yet to see evidence. Serving the Scourge hardly rectified the flaw --- what chance did you have? ”
Might Jaina mean another instance --- Irrelevant. Arthas does not care. The past is a shackle she bears by no will but her own. Let it remain so. He will not travel that road with one who has refused to take a single step beside him.
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beau, quick, dance with me!!
❝ wait, wh– ❞ but before she can even begin to finish her train of thought the half elf is already cut off by her lover’s actions. her hands are grasped and soon she is sent spinning around, following the momentum of the other’s own movements so that they both create circles upon the ground beneath their feet.
it is a little disarming at first; the request had come out of nowhere and was spoken in such a way that the paladin was nearly expecting some kind of trouble. could she have been running from someone? trying to hide – or distract? what could possibly be going on that could fuel the archmage’s desire to engage in such an act?
upon her pondering, and later seeing the smile that lit up the woman’s face, Bo’dariel concluded that she ultimately did not need to know the reason. whatever the origin of Jaina’s desire, it had led to a contentment – no, an elation – that lit up her face as she had never seen it ignite before. to see her happy was more than enough for Dawnstrider’s mind to be at ease, and as they spun around within one another’s grasp the halfling let out a small laugh, and a few words:
❝ with you? ❞ she mused, looking her in the eyes as she spoke her truths, ❝ any time. ❞
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❝ no. you’ve been gone a long, long time. ❞
DETECT THE MANNER IN HOW DEATH HAS ROBBED HIM ; FOREVER THERE lurks a longing in his heart ( * just like before periods of decease . ) time has halted & air has altered frigid & empty & still . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 . the distance in mask’s eyne , the static posture , the separation from MAN . he exists ; a PHANTOM among phantoms . ❝ —— — – oh . i’m still gone . ❞ to course betwixt disguise’s beak like the winds of winter . arctic . hushed . eerie . sense chills channeling through spine / hairs elevating ‘pon arms . ❝ i’ve been gone since the event at switzerland . i’m just a corpse . ❞
* MEME .
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New commission piece of Minka, the arcane mage! Love drawing fluffy pandas :3 Need to practice and draw more chubby characters haha Want art of your own character? I do commissions! Palehorntea.com/commissions
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@arcanemagic ASKED : ❝ i know i was never what you wanted . ❞
at this , sylvanas laughs — a low chuckle with a wry edge — as her ears assume a curious angle before flicking in a decidedly dismissive gesture . “ when i was young , i had a very clear idea of what my wedding would be like , what kind of person i would marry , and what my future would be with them . ” her voice softens , and a wistful expression crosses fine elven features . “ needless to say , life has a way of diverting one’s expectations . ”
she does not look at jaina once during the exchange . instead , she chooses to study the remnants of their half - finished dinner as if they might’ve held the secret to a blissful marriage somewhere within them . “ i never expected to marry a human , or to marry for politics over love ... and i certainly never expected to make my own wife so unhappy — but elu'meniel mal alann , dalah’surfal . you are what i want now . ”
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