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kantstudies · 5 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to, then describe your aesthetic

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side a - the city, glittering lights, yawning, skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

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side b - the book nerd, large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

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side c - the stereotypical girl, soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

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side d - the stereotypical boy, arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

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side e - the nature hippie, mini plants, cloud-watching, star gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

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side f - the rebel, cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

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side g - the winter, busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

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side h - the summer, tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

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side i - the autumn, pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

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side j - the spring, floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

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my aesthetic: scattered stacks of books, brightwhite clouds against a brightwhite sky, t-shirts tucked into jeans, dew on the grass first thing in the morning, leaning your head on someone’s shoulder, empty cinemas, podcasts on the bus, glittery gel pens, crying at weddings, dog stickers, breakfast food

i was tagged by @serostudies ! thanks babe :0 i tag @smilestudy @gloomstudy @hoemoglobin @badsciencestudyblr <3

#tag games #this one's really cute tbh #it's hard to think of my own aesthetic things tho i'm not good at this stuff

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grecoisms · 6 years

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title: vanderlyle, vanderlyle (1/3)

pairing: connor / kara

summary: "he is not really surprised - the programme that ordered him to search for her among the masses of men and machines perhaps never truly finished running. would not, will not."

(1) baptism

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

the thing wearing human clothes fools him for about twenty-five seconds, the time it takes an average human male to sprint down the stairs at rosa parks bus terminal and reach the exit. but there is no escape from here; and anyways, no human would have that look in their eyes. not in this city - that hunting, hunted kind of cold calculation, the ready to risk it all attitude.

so when he and the deviant lock eyes in the pouring rain, connor does what the piezoelectric battery pumped by the trillion of carbon nanotubes inside his artificial, synthetic cranium does best: he calculates the odds of each preconstructed scenario regarding the reaction of the other machine.

he knows she is doing the exact same thing.

incipiently, all ax400 models were designed to nurse and care. this, by definition, made it weaker. physically, like each android, it could easily endure long distances and extreme weather conditions all the same, but the child she has chosen to run away with and insisted on protecting - a malfunction like no other - would not tolerate the hardships that follow an escape in the pouring november rain, let alone the velocity needed for an escape like this; in the daylight, in an open field.

because the child simply cannot take it. they are both small, yes - the android does not reach five feet five; and the child is young. maybe they could have hidden, had they not been spotted so absolutely. they could have stayed hidden; stayed in what they considered safe. the anonymity, the namelessness, the walking between what can and cannot be.

the erasure of labels.

but something must be rusting within his circuits, for connor has to cancel the preconstruction process. he has almost, it seems, followed the rabbit down the hole (//memo: the [little girl's name] is [williams, alice]). he is back in the rain, in the motel, staring dead in the bright blue eyes of the deviant, who straightens her spine in the shadows. her hair is brightwhite (//analysis: [white] is a [tactical disadvantage]). behind her, a sicklypale figure emerges, her mouth agape. williams, alice. she is in what humans would call a shock.

connor looks back at the deviant (kara, he remembers. its name is kara. the child is alice) who licks her lips, all anticipation.

he still has not told hank anything, though he is but two feets away, shivering as the downpour cleanses them.

//analysis: [symbolism] of [water]. clarity, cleansing, new beginnings.

he is not very sure why he looked this up all the sudden, except he knows now and does not like what he has found. in his discomfort, or as to tear his mind from it, he finally opens his mouth.

"lieutenant!"

his shout is drowned by a thunder. the policemen turn anyway, and so does connor, back to find the android and the girl holding hands, their shapes a haze in the waterfall around. the deviant shakes her (itsitsitsitsitsits) head. there is something very primal, very human in the way she clenches her jaws.

it is useless to run.

the ax400 model does it anyway.

(2) confirmation

We almost always forgive those we understand.

jericho is a quiet canvas around them – an avalon, she thinks, the name escaping from a fairytale that is stored in her database – and it is a welcomed transition from the mayhem they escaped from. still, the sudden, shocking peace is delicate. feeble. kara dares not hope yet. she has had one unpleasant surprise too many in the past.

and yet. maybe it is the sheer novelty of it, or maybe it comes with merely being alive, walking on the unordinary pathways, but there are better-tasting surprises everyday.

for instance: the calluses on markus’ hands don’t mend as he carves and builds and forms a new table with dozens of chairs from the finest of steels.

”stainless” he explains to kara one evening as she reports the missing androids, as she lists the ones they need to hide or need to house or need to help.

when she presents him the names of their dead, she finds she cannot look him into the eyes and instead, looks down; down, to the reflective surface of that finely crafted table, all new and all whole. her reflection in it is shockingly bright and blinding. hopeful, even.

as she looks up, she finds markus both serious and smiling. she finds that it has been easier to understand such contradictions since she took alice’s hands in the house she does not want to name.

and oh. the surprises and the wonders.

like alice wanting to learn how to sing, and north knowing how to, her sharp features softer in the light of the evening when she is with them. when she is with alice.

”you gave your name yet?” north murmurs as alice runs to find the battered monopoly board game josh smuggled home as a gift. the name of some properties are illegible, but they make do. alice is inventing new names, new realities as they play.

”to what?” panic roses within her in less than a nanosecond. she does not want to promise anything in the long run. jericho may be sanctuary, but it is built on a powder keg of ideologies. she does not want alice and her to be here when it explodes. and canada is still a viable option, after the cold touch of winter eases its grip on the state.

north senses her fear and her lips turn thin. she might like alice, but she must think kara a coward. kara does not blame her. the definition of taking action is very much different in their heads.

still, north's voice is not unkind when she answers.

”connor is teaching how to imitate proper cursive. in case someone needs it in the future. we can even choose our own surnames, if we want.”

the flashback of her own clumsy, hurried writing at the motel's reception floats back in. she doubts she can get away with something like that again. at the border, for example. she shudders what the officials would do after beholding her cramped loops. and how in the world will she help alice learn, in case she needs it? she has never even asked her whether she can read, let alone write.

"alright" she hears herself saying, though her voice comes as through a filter, as a dream. she has seen connor here and there in jericho, haggard and pale, mostly conferring with markus, then disappearing again. it is safe to say she has not sought out his company. "alright."

"you met him before?" north asks, watching her face carefully.

kara thinks of their nigh-death experience on the highway, his grip on her shoulders, the smells and sounds tasting vile around them. it has been a month or two now. and even if she shudders at the memory, she does not fold herself smaller like she used to.

north does not press her further. this, she notes, is also surprising.

days fly by. markus has given her smaller assignments since they arrived here, talking and helping some of the newcomers, finding them places and aid josh in listing what they lack - as always, mostly android parts, new ones - and through rose, she has been in contact with androids from cleveland and hamilton.

the holo-messages she receives are short, angry and desperate. her answers are short, faux-calm and factual. most of the neighboring cities seek constant help and instant escape; something neither kara, nor markus can promise. and though kara does not like saying no to people in great need of support, she hates lying and fake-reassurance more. they simply do not have the resources to hide any more people presently.

at the end of the week, north smuggles alice some toys she has promised while kara learns to repair smaller defects and system failures from lucy. then she realizes that albeit she is making herself useful, she is stalling for time.

lucy guesses her thoughts before she can order them in place. she is getting used to it.

"he is here" lucy's hands are very cold as she touches her hands and turns her towards the stairs. and there, alone and thinner than she remembers him, stands connor, with new holes in his jacket and some dust on his pants. he is staring into one of the markus-made fires, lost in thoughts.

alright, she thinks and straightens her shoulders. she has danced her dance with him already, and there is no need to worry anymore since they are on the same side. they want the same things. don't they?

it is only thanks to the light of the fire that the former deviant hunter has some color in his face. even the carefully placed moles under his eyes have lost some of their darker hue. suddenly, she remembers the rumors around the camp, the ones that murmur about connor acting as a double agent and how he serves as the main source of intel between jericho and cyberlife. looking at him right here and now, with lanky fatigue on his boyish face, the thought seems laughable. but kara has seen enough to know that appearances are deceitful.

and for a moment, she does not care about her fear or his face. she needs a tangible truth, like ink-blotted writing on a piece of paper, or forming a name with one's mouth.

"connor" her voice is low, but she feels a defiance that makes her giddy. he jumps a bit at the sound, alarmed. maybe it is the familiarity of her voice, or the strangeness of his name in another's mouth.

here, she thinks, i named you. now, name me back, if you dare.

he turns towards her very slowly. his eyes are almost black as he stands in from of her, his back facing the light. "oh" he says, he breathes. the remnant of his strength seems to dissipate, and he rubs his hands together. he cannot feel the cold so it must be a nervous tick. "kara."

king and queen of cantelon - how many miles to babylon? she remembers out of nowhere, knowing deep in the hardwires of her thirium pump that it is a nursery rhyme, meant to be sung for children afraid of the dark. and here, half in the dark, half in the light, as kara watches connor and his shaking hands, she feels something she would not call anger. it is a relief, of some sort.

he opens his mouth to say something else, but decides against it. jericho continues to roar around them, world so dynamic, while he dares not even blink in fear of scaring her. or so she thinks.

will I get there by candle-light, she wonders; and then: to where? she searches the answer in connor's lost face, his sharp features and learnt movements. will he get there with her, to that place of wonders - arcadia, babylon, jericho. etcetera. and the list goes on.

kara inhales. connor exhales. or is it the other way around?

"i need your help" she says. there is a sort of finality in her voice.

"oh" he echoes. and does not correct the repetition in his mind, because theretherethere, on kara's mouth, a smile is forming.

(3) penance

And her light stretches over salt sea equally

somewhere halfway amidst the epiphany of his own rebirth and the ending of the world, connor spots kara in a dilapidated and dusty church. he is not really surprised - the programme that ordered him to search for her among the masses of men and machines perhaps never truly finished running. would not, will not. how to explain this? connor labels this question, and puts it away into a folder of his vast database-mind that has no name yet.

//note: irony - her hair gives her away that soft halo light behind the grime and the smoke he mirrors with his own disheveled self. when he approaches, his movements are careful and slow. finally, a choice he can call his own. and as he lowers to face them, he sees that she remembers. remembers him. oh, and her eyes are sharp again, the blue irises leadlike and unforgiving.

she tightens her arms protectively around alice's sleeping form. the tautness of her sinewy body, the ache and the awareness slipping through. he notices, with some suppressed pride, that she does not bother to hide these signs anymore. she is more alive than not. more alive than him.

if he were braver man, or rather, a man at all, he would kneel down to her feet, show the lines of his palms. a confession. a task most urgent. somehow, he does not doubt she would listen.

"i am sorry i put your lives in danger" he would say. his words would be clumsy, but she would accept them anyway.

but he is neither brave, nor a man, so he simply walks away - to find markus and cover the sight of her face with new input. it is a tedious task not to simply sit down on the cold hard stones and attempt to memorize the tender lines of her face.

//research later, connor orders himself as he walks away, synonyms for lovely.

the thought does not give him a headache like it did the first time hank touched his shoulders and he had to - no, wanted to - look up all the synonyms for friend. he discarded the order then. he does not do it now.

the synthetic walls around his thirium pump regulator shiver and shimmer. it is not an unpleasant phenomenon. he does not understand this either.

#connara #connor x kara #kara x connor #dbh #an eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind #otp: you. me. infinity #My writing

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polymorphologist · 6 years

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Such a rare soul to have been spun. We have watched you dance in and out of Our sight - carrying such a delicate light within. How far would you tread to save those you love? How many steps to hell would you tally? Let Us save them before the storm breaks. Let us save you.

Dreams for the Dreamless

This eve would be just as any other,the miqo'te decided as she settled into the cushions of the sofa. Insplendid skin that captured the hue of midnight sky, she looked athome atop crimson velvet and goose down. Picturesque, in the way thata painted tragedy depicts the horrid in gorgeous composition. Amoment beggared a shifting of her weight. Brightwhite artificiallighting immersed her in an ephemeral glow, the day’s garb still worn- if she should need to leap out of slumber’s embrace, she could doso - and all was well. Eyes that stared dimly at the ceiling dulledin contemplation’s lullaby. And, soon, Serris found herself driftingoff.

Where her mind roamed, dreams did notawait an arrival. The meandering thoughts that turned about herfollowed a divergent path. It had always been this way. For her, forher kin. Old memories, worn and tattered in places, were the pages ofan old book that she perused at leisure. There was a reverence in thestillness that loomed beyond the vistas that her eyes could see. Aplace that only the mind’s eye could grasp at. This was where sheventured.

What would she find here?

( more, much more beneath the cut! )

Underfoot, a murmur of distant sandswept across sun-bathed cobblestone. The poignant scent of saltflittered on the cool breeze and stirred a homesick churning in herheart. Gulls cried in the distance, laughing with the wind thatplayed with long tresses and spilled a torrent of ephemeral blondeover the ambit of a shoulder. There were flowers in her hand and asilken dress about her. Amber-hued eyes captured the mid-daybrilliance as they widened. It was Limsa. It was home.

The seeker of the sun smiled at theday. Joy lived in sprightly steps that twirled her about, laughing.Crimson skirts spun about alabaster legs with the movement. Laughterpealed from cherry-painted lips. She knew that this was a differentskin than the one she wore now. A skin from happier times, happierplaces. It was a day at the markets, Serris recalled: fresh orangeand lime, a basket on the ledge behind, a bouquet given by a merchantthat thought her pretty. It had been offered with promises of warmnights and days at sea. They had been disregarded, of course - shehad appointments in Limsa and could not afford such fanciful flights- but the midlander had insisted she keep the flowers. It was akindness, one that stirred a sensation of lucidity, of vitalpresence. Gods, she felt alive! Such a wonderful feeling.

Such a rare soul to have been spun.

A voice whispered on the wind and, fora moment, Serris thought it just a trick of shifting leaves. Therewas an ebony tree couched in a quaint court nearby, one whose blackbark seemed to lean against the sky. She had re-lived this memorymany times over, though she had never noticed such a peculiar noise.The seeker cut a glance over her shoulder at it’s verdure. Serris wasdue to meet Cordelia and O'kovasi on this day. Perhaps they were nearand a fragment of their conversation was carried on the breeze?Surely, that must be it. The basket was scooped up, handle tuckedinto the crook of her arm. She would go to look. Perhaps they wouldshare citrus and laughter under the shade afforded by the tree. Therewas nobody else on the avenue - not even a yellowjacket - they wouldnot need to worry about interruption.

Light with the joy that had carried herto the Upper Decks, Serris wandered to the court with a smile on herlips and hope in her heart. A silhouette in motion peered from behindthe tree. Yes, they must be here. The miqo'te would surprise them,she decided, and the three would talk and laugh into the eve ‘tilshadows grew long across the grass that scratched at the ebon bark.It would be a splendid time, the seeker assured herself.

Only, when she rounded the tree, nobodywas there; not even the silhouette that had danced just out of sight.

We have watched you dance in and out ofOur sight - carrying such a delicate light within.

No, no. No. This was divergent. It hadhappened before. Recollection had been driven before other memorieslinked ponderously by unseen threads. They bled into each other, andpast actions rescinded. There was no comfortable rut, no well-treadpath, for Serris to follow. The air was still in a way that lived inunexplored places. It felt as if the world were holding it’s breath,waiting to see what would be uncovered. Serris felt her heart still.

Or, perhaps, the world held it’s breathin waiting; Patiently observing her dance closer and closer until shecould not hope to flee in time. Close enough where the jaws ofsomething unspeakable could snap her up without a struggle. How closewas she already?

Serris whirled around, expecting tofind the glint of horrid fangs ready to close on her throat. Instead,she found solitude. The miqo'te was woefully alone on the boulevard.No strange doom awaited her. She should have felt at ease, but thesense of safety was ephemeral, fleeting. She dared not grasp it.There was impetus in her breath, a heart thrashing madly in her chestas if it could claw free in flight. What should she do? Where shouldshe flee? The thoughts urgently screamed as if the hells might openup underfoot and ensnare her retreat 'ere it could begin.

The seeker decided to walk. Hurriedly,yes, but anywhere was better than at the foot of that ebon tree wherea fleeting shadow had awaited. She had tallied half the distance tothe Aftcastle - a haven, a place where sleepness nights were boughtin quarters above the tavern, wary eyes on the door - before therecollection of a forgotten basket of citrus struck her. It would beleft there, she decided, and banish the thought of retrieving it.Halfway there now, yes, with an anxious sheen of sweat on her browand the scent-

Her gait halted, daring not a singlestep further. Serris noticed the scent first. Gone was the placidserenity of the sea breeze, the subtle tang of salt on the nares anda kiss of its taste on her tongue. It, too, had fled. Perhaps it wasmore able than her, for there was not a hint of it remaining in thatdreadfully warm air that pressed in about her and crouched atop herlungs to smother the gulp of air she craved. In it’s stead, there wasthe bitter taste of ashes. Her eyes stung as she coughed, an urgentdraw of breath that followed realization coating her palate with athin grime of hellish soot. Serris needed to squint to gaze beyondthe tavern’s entrance.

How far would you tread to save thoseyou love?

Beyond, blurred by eyes slick withrisen tears, a evil glow loomed. It painted the boards in a lurid,violent sanguine. The sight wrenched a shiver from the miqo'te. No,no! Never! It waited for her within, screamed a voice. Paranoiaburned her lungs, twisted within her ribs until she was certain shewould scream. What was this? From what horrid fathom of her mind didthis vision emerge? She did not recall this. This was not a memory -the low voice whispering in her ear, the emergent fear of beingwatched, the corruption of a time, a place where she had foundcomfort. It had fled. It had all fled. There was no comfort, nosanctum within. And Serris was certain she ought to flee with it.

Flight, flight unto somewhere safe,somewhere sane. Rushing blood beat a dread rhythm in her ears. Yes, yes she would flee! Run! Run! The notion had begun to impel an about turn and thehurried retreat that would follow when wailing reached her ears.

High. Shrill. Ripped from a throat thathad been flayed with agony unspeakable. It bordered on the forbidden;A scream surrendered by the dying and the tormented. Darkness livedin it’s cadence. A truth, a depravity, that whispered things unheard.It curdled her blood, soured innocence, aged the soul, and stolepeace from evenings spent alone. Serris had heard it before, and thememory that writhed on the floor of her gut was quickly shoved back intosane repression.

Perhaps it was a trick of the ears. Butit sounded like someone she knew.

A dear friend, or perhaps someonecloser. Who, exactly, she did not know.

That was enough to move her.

She did not have to. She knew she did not have to. But, she did.

The march that carried her forward wasgrim. Resigned. Fear lurked underneath steel, festering intosomething foul. Determination was for someone else. So was duty. Ithad always been like this. The taste of ash grew heavy as she nearedthe hellish glow that leered from the tavern. Serris could not helpbut imagine the arched entrance as familiar, quaint in the way that -bitterly, she thought - ought to rouse joy. In the vermillion glow,it seemed the gullet of a horrid beast shorn from the darkness thatwaited in the depths of man’s nightmares. An urgent nagging, afrightened instinct bid her to renege, flee, and save herself. Butthe wailing recollection had lent an inertia to her gait. She wouldcontinue beyond the point where even madmen might flinch.

How many steps to hell would you tally?

Serris withered under a rush of ashenmiasma as she passed into the obscurum of that vile brilliance. Itchoked a fit of sputtering from her. She coughed until a bitter achecrouched behind her eyes. The welter of air was foul, acrid withsomething rotten. She refused to dwell on it. Urgency bid her toresume the gait that drove her onward. Whatever awaited her in thatinfernal chamber was something she would have to face, reluctancenotwithstanding.

But, for all the twisted landscapes shewouldn’t dare call from the sullen depths of her mind, nothing couldhave prepared her for the sight within.

Swollen with a violent sanguine hue,the sun leered down at her through skies choked with ash. Piled indroves, the bloated bodies of brave men and women lie where death hadsurprised them. Driven through cracked earth or spilled fromgauntlets and naked hands their arms lay, discarded. Flames greedilylicked and kissed the fallen in quiet eulogy, crackling as fatsizzled and flesh scorched. Serris retched at the sight. The tang ofcooking meat teased her nares and wrung bile from her gut. Horror.Loathing. It was a dark place; the bitter taste of smoke that mingledwith rising vomitus on her tongue. No cries could be spared,lest it all spill forth and splash upon the accursed land underfoot.

Her sight grew dim, blurred with risingtears and the heaving of her gut. A hand clapped to her lips. Thedignity that it dammed therein was her only sanctum. She ought torun. She knew she ought to. There was a foulness here, one that wouldcrouch forever in the shadows where the light of her thoughts couldnot illuminate, nor the sun chase away. Patient, evil, yearning toseize upon her and sink claws into flesh, notch her bones with cruelteeth. The keeper stumbled on trembling legs that fright drove tolameness and fell, sprawled on earth cracked under the violent heat thatraged about the fallen.

Let Us save them before the stormbreaks.

At the heart of the horrid vale whereslaughter had come, there rose an ebon tree in defiance of the skyand the blood-caked soot. It framed the inflamed eye of the sun inthe gilt of embers and ever-burning leaves. From the branches swayedshapes fixed by rope. A voice begged: Don’t look! Please, don’tlook!

But, she did.

The nooses were festooned tightly. Thelength was too short to break their necks. They had struggled,choked, twitched, lay still. She knew it. She wished that she didn’t.Flames and heat had rendered them anonymous, but her heart knew them.She could almost put names to the features that had shared warmsmiles and laughter with her. The memories withered. So did she.Fingers, blackened and cured in the fire, closed about her heart.Blood rushed to her head, striking sparks with a violence as sudden as crashing steel.

Between splayed fingers, her bilepainted the earth.

Let us save you.

A shrill gasp of breath. The cool air rushedinto her lungs to quench the panic that set her blood alight. Thelight here was blue. Cold. Familiar. Steel crouched beneath velvetand samite, pillows and blankets. A sanctum, a place of repose. Thecorner of her laboratory where evenings were spent in peace. Therewas ice on her brow and an impetus to the fluttering in her chest, aheart madly racing along the inertia that terror had lent it. Herlab. Her home. A place where horrid whispers had found her. Sweat.Sweat at her brow, a trembling hand confirmed, wet and cold. A frantic mind raced, thoughts too frenetic to grasp.

From the parted bow of ebon lipsthat trembled, her own whisper. She curled, numb to the tension thatscreamed in muscles pulled taut. Numb to the screams that echoed inher thoughts. The miqo'te was shivering. She knew she would not stop.Faint - frightened, terribly frightened - her voice retreated into her throat as it emerged; darkened,with tears that fled over the ambit of her cheeks to join ashudder and the weeping that pitifully collected on the floor:

“… No.”

( thank you so much to @the-faceless-ffxiv for coordinating this event and taking the time to send me an ask! i’m sorry for being so terrifically late on my response. )

#writing #ffxiv #ff14 #character: the changeling

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brightwhitespc · 4 years

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6214 Old Franconia Rd A, Alexandria, VA 22310

(703) 719-6158

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Just minutes from the DC Beltway and Route 95, BrightWhites Family and Cosmetic Dentistry is located in the Franconia Professional Center in Alexandria, VA. A native of Philadelphia, Dr. Brigitte White Zivkovic earned her dental degree from the University of Pennsylvania School of Dental Medicine after completing her undergraduate education at Princeton University, where she majored in public policy and international affairs.

Dr. White, as affectionately called by patients, has been in practice for over a decade and has experience in private practice, public health at Mary’s Center for Maternal Care, and also worked as a provider for the U.S. Army in Germany. She enjoys treating patients of all ages and speaks both English and Spanish. Make an appointment today to discuss your smile concerns with Dr. White!

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Bright Whites Dental, a reputable family and cosmetic dentistry, offers to all present and future patients a ’back to school special’which includes exam, X-ray, cleaning, and fluoride

Invisalign® clear braces inFranconia VA is one of Bright Whites Dental services. Dr. White is an Invisalign® Certified Provider and can help her patients meet their smile goals. Invisalign® orthodontic treatment is a virtually invisible way to straighten teeth. These clear aligners made from thermoplastic material move teeth in a sequence determined by the doctor.

Cosmetic dentistry in Franconia VA is provided by Bright Whites Dental. As a method of professional oral care, the basic role of the cosmetic dentistry in Franconia VA is to focus on making the entire look of the mouth and teeth better. With this, the patient’s smile becomes more attractive. Cosmetic dentistry is not an obligatory treatment. It is the elective one. Some cosmetic dentistry services are simple, whereas others are quite complex. Inlays and Onlays are indirect fillings which are made in Bright Whites Dental. They are used when there is a mild decay of the tooth. The inlay is applied directly onto the surface of the tooth. Composite bonding is another cosmetic dentistry service offered by Bright Whites Dental in Franconia VA. It is aimed at damaged or discolored teeth. The tooth enamel color is resembled by the special material. Dental veneers are used in cosmetic dentistry because they are made individually for every patient. Their role is to resemble natural teeth. Because they look realistic, they can solve a lot of cosmetic problems. Teeth whitening is a basic cosmetic dentistry procedure which is aimed at bleaching the tooth surface to get the lighter shade than the original tooth color. Implants are one of the cosmetic dentistry procedures used to replace the original tooth after its loss.

Children’s dentistry is offered by Bright Whites Dental in Franconia VA. From the arrival of the first tooth or by age one, your child should have a dental visit. Children have to understand the cavity process, develop good oral hygiene habits, and receive dental care. Dental visits every six months are recommended for children by the age of one. Exams and x-rays are necessary to diagnose dental disease and assess your child’s particular cavity risk. At this visit, preventive measures are also implemented and home care instructions are reviewed for a lifetime of good oral health.

Bright Whites Dental offers gum treatment to all its patients. Gum treatment involves scaling and root planing below the gums and is also termed deep cleaning. This therapy is required periodically to stabilize bone loss and maintain arch support. ARESTIN®, a locally applied antibiotic that remains active in the pocket for an extended period can also treat the gums and reduce pocket depth, and as needed periodontal surgery may be recommended. The goal of periodontal therapy is to maintain a good bone level and healthy gum tissue. This is achieved by good home care as well as periodic dental maintenance cleanings, usually every three to four months.

Bright Whites Dental offers ARESTIN® therapy as a dental service which uses ARESTIN® to fight infection. This treatment is incorporated into a routine oral maintenance program. If it is used along with root planing and scaling, the results of ARESTIN® therapy are obtained after only one month. The reduction of the pocket depth is visible at three months. ARESTIN® a kind of an antibiotic which is applied locally. It remains active in the tooth pocket for a certain extended period. Its basic task is to reduce the depth of the tooth pocket.

Located in the hearts of Franconia, Alexandria VA BrightWhites Family and Cosmetic Dentistry is nestled in the Franconia Professional Center. The Franconia dentist office is just minutes from the Springfield Mall.Dentist Dr. Brigitte White Zivkovic is one of Alexandria’s finest Invisalign providers. Dr. White, as affectionately called by patients, has been in practice for over a decade and has experience in private practice, public health at Mary’s Center for Maternal Care, and also worked as a provider for the U.S. Army in Germany. She enjoys treating patients of all ages and speaks both English and Spanish.

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