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【@runaljod sent a raven】: someone could hear us. ( from magni )

heavy velvet cape thrown to the floor — and all the caution to the wind. he'd be lying if he claimed he hadn't been looking forward to this very moment since the beginning of the negotiations .. and if there was one person renly would never lie to, it was renly himself. emboldened by the amount of arbor he'd consumed during the feast, he was quick to catch the northerner off-guard with a rather aggressive kiss the moment his pursuer walked in and now here they were; blaspheming in a damned cellar like a pair of shameless lowborns.

when he eventually pulled away the northerner came up with a half-hearted warning, which prompted a mock concern.

"oh ? well then .. i suppose you'll have to be quiet, my lord."

      Fox hummed to herself as she walked the edge of the forest. The day was sunny after a week of endless rains and she was happy to be out once more, collecting flowers and the small berries that grew just past the treeline. The basket she carried was half-full by the time she ventured a little deeper, ever careful to stay within yelling distance should something happen. One could not be too sure with Red Coats roaming, even this close to the castle.

      She was knelt, her skirts splayed out around her, examining mushrooms when she saw him. A stranger in the woods. A man. Though he was not dressed in the red coat of her enemies, he was neither dressed like those that she knew.

      “Stop,” she commanded when he ventured to near, unsure he had yet seen her. “Do you know who’s woods you walk through? Name yourself. Are you here to cause harm? If so, it would be much wiser for you to turn and go. Otherwise--” she was wishing then that she had more than a small knife on her to cut away dead branches. “Otherwise, I’ll...I’ll scream.”

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With a frisky wind trying to do its level best to toss his hair into his eyes despite the headband he'd tied around his head, Teucer watched Telamon talk to Ajax at the other end of the dock.

The wind and waves both ensured nothing but snatches could be heard, but while some of those snatches were familiar from the short speech he had been given, it sounded like his brother was getting a more generous version.

But more generous also, always, meant 'more demanding' when it came to their father.

Looking up at the sky, fluffy clouds chased across it like sheep over a meadow by a great, stalking wolf, then over his shoulder to the ship. Back to his father and brother.

It would've been nice, if Telamon had said something else, something more, than a charge not to shame him and to prove himself worthy of the upbringing he'd been given. But he wasn't sure he would want to stand where Ajax currently stood - the years Ajax had been with Chiron had been nerve-wracking enough.

Beyond the solid shape of Telamon and the even taller and broader form of his brother was the first buildings of the town, and, just barely seen from this angle, the palace. Teucer swallowed a grimace, tightening his hands into fists. The look on his mother's face when he explained where they were going---

Blinking, he looked back, up into the shadow that'd fallen over him, which, as always, was of course Ajax.

"We're ready to go, then?" he asked, shooting a glance past Ajax to the figure of their father, standing in the same spot, arms crossed over his chest. Quickly back up at Ajax again, which was a much better place to rest his gaze. "Was beginning to think we'd get to Aulis last, despite that we're one of the ones closer to it."

He flashed a little smirk, pushing away thoughts of both of his parents. It didn't matter now. Not where they were going.

Helheim was always a place of returning; The living return for the loves they have lost and those that worship her came to find their reverance returned in kind. And so it should not have surprised her to hear from the beaks of scavenger birds that Magni was making the journey to her keep. Nevertheless, she was surprised. Surprised and delighted.

She found Ganglöt - her maidservant  - easily. Never far from the Queen she raised since a child. Hel requested food for him, and blankets. New life breathed into his lungs, the cold would hit him hard. Only the dead and the frost giants thrive in the unforgiving cold of her underworld. Ganglöt ducked away and Hel sent for Ganglati - Ganglöt’s twin brother - to set the beacon fires. Losing one’s way in Helheim was not smart for one so recently returned.

Éljúðnir was alive. In a sense. Warm with fires borrowed from Muspelheim and smelling of cooked meats and stew. Hel waits for him patiently in a room beyond the foyer. Before her, a feast worthy of her station but admittedly overabundant for a meeting of two.

Hearing the heavy doors of her hall open she sits up quickly and stands. She is excited. Always heartened by the coming of friends. Only sincere hearts would traverse the world of death for conversation. She hopes it is only for conversation.

“Magni,” she breaths as her eyes find him, a fond smile on her pale lips. She is pleased to see him. And it shows, “I did not expect to see you so soon.”

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THE TEMPLE OF THE DOSH KHALEEN sprang to life around her, the lip of the torch she knocked over seared into flesh that would not blister. The straw roof caught first, while dry wood forming its walls and columns quickly followed. Smoke, so black and putrid, filled the room and her lungs with each breath, and each breath became more strained with effort. Fire light illuminated the screaming figures of the khals before they were forever lost in shadow. Daenerys could not always see them clearly, but she could smell their flesh and hair, and she could hear their screams as the fire consumed them. They matched that of her memories from a long night spent curled around three stone eggs . . . the smell and agony. The life and death of light.

Ragged breaths raked through Daenerys' frame, coughing as hands searched desperately through the darkness for something – anything. If only she could find the doors to break free to a clear and silent night. A cool night . . . a dark night. It was difficult to imagine such a thing when fire burned so hotly against her skin, each flame licking the sweat that dewed against bare skin. She was again in the red waste, starving, dying in brutal heat. Gasping for breath, her lilac eyes squeezed shut and burning grasses fell on her from above

And just then her hand found contact against a heated figure, giving her pause as fingers instinctively closed around course fabric. What amidst the salt and smoke would still feel so warm against her skin ???

"You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” / fenrir, @runaljod

She need not see him, with stinging smoke burning and blurring her vision, Daenerys knew him by voice alone. She dared to believe she would know him even in death. Perhaps she was dying. Eyes opened, a hand left resting against his broad chest – and it surprised her that her lungs did not ache from breathing ash and grit when under his gaze, his protection. She felt no pain. If this was her untimely death, she would greet it fondly.

"I owe you my life," she managed, unable to catch her breath nor satiate her desire, "for whatever it's worth."

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Pain echoed throughout Signe's body. The deed was done, Alduin was dead — or at least she thought he was. The Dovahkiin had not absorbed his soul but perhaps Akatosh took it before she could for fear of what it would do to her. The souls already swirling within her body have started to change the young woman. Perhaps the soul of the World Eater would have been too much for her body to handle.

Either way she wanted to go home to see papa and Lena. Blood clouded the vision in her left eye and she prayed to all the Aedra that she hadn't totally lost sight in it. Tsun was speaking to her but she could only half hear him. Her strength was failing her and it would be a miracle if she could make it to a safe place once back in Nirn to sleep for a little while. 'When you are ready to rejoin the living, just bid me so, and I will send you back.' Those words caught her attention though. "I'm more than ready, please send me back."

The God was using a Thu'um to send her back it seemed. Nahl Daal Vus. It hurt worse that she thought it would, there was a pulling feeling in her stomach like she was going one way and then was pulled in another, followed by a dizzying sensation. Suddenly her feet met ground and she stumbled, falling to one knee and letting out a hiss of pain. "Ruth wah nivahriin tsun. That was not a soft landing." It took only a moment for her to realize she was not in Skuldafn Temple like she'd expected to come back to. Was this a — dwemer ruin? "It would be my luck that I end up in a dwemer ruin after a fight like that."

She tried to rise back to her feet but pain shot through her chest and she fell back to her knees with a cry of pain. "Shit," she cursed while trying to catch her breath she definitely had at least one broken rib. Probably from the blow by Alduins tail. Shifting around she turned enough to look behind her and stopped. A — man? No, his stature was shorter than a human man, but wasn't built like a Mer. He didn't resemble any race she'd encountered in Nirn. Had Tsun sent her further than she realized? "Ah — if you're a bandit I assure you even this state it is not a good idea to attack me. If you're not though, perhaps you might lend me a hand? I'm a bit more wounded than I originally thought."

john wick prompts   //   accepting @runaljod​​ sent: enjoy your kingdom, while you still can. ( from Magni ) 

            the commander is unsettled. magni’s voice contains no combative or malicious tone, but the statement itself still rings odd in her ears. does he foresee something she cannot? possess knowledge that is crucial to the future of the coalition? why not simply tell her instead of speaking CRYPTICALLY? “ would you care to elaborate? ” she’s known him the better part of her life and has learned he seldom speaks without thinking -- always ensuring his words hold meaning and are not EMPTY. leksa’s certain there’s a reason he’s not forthcoming with information. perhaps they can no longer speak plainly about these matters lest the wrong ears are listening. her enemies have already gotten far too close and it is possible they still lurk in the shadows of polis. 

@runaljod​ as Visenya said:    ❛ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ❜

░▒▌╳▐ ʀ ʜ ᴀ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ʀ

        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  since being reunited with his sister. The gnawing guilt is like a  PLAGUE  that haunts his slumber, invading sleep with terrors disguised as memories. Or is it mayhaps the other way around? He was not there to  SAVE  his children, to save Elia, as they were slaughtered and yet, he sees it all. Their pleading screams, the  BLOOD  soaking the stone floors of the Keep only for it to somehow flow into the shallow waters of the Trident. Men dying, men who believed in him enough to march forth to their  DEATHS.  And there were roses floating on the surface, Lyanna's hands stained as red as the rubies that fell from his shattered armor, reaching out to those petals blue as frost that chilled the waters into  ICE.  And there from that winter, a darkness that swallowed the sun itself, plunging it—plunging  HIM —into an endless abyss.

Rhaegar woke with a sharp breath, cheeks wet with the trail of tears, silver locks plastered to the sheen of sweat of his bare chest. Panting, the once prince forced his lungs to expand but the  IMMENSE  weight on his chest wouldn't allow them to, and it felt as though he would be  CRUSHED  under it all.  PANIC  surged, so real—And then there were arms surrounding broad shoulders, and a voice that was distant in his frenzied mind but steadily became focused. Visenya... Her words seem to be the  UNDOING  of the dam that contained all those sentiments that the years of survival have forced him to lock away.

His hands sought out to cling to her arms, air finally returning to his chest when his being was overcome with shaking sobs. He buried his face to the crook of her neck, wholly  VULNERABLE  in his raw  PAIN  and ache, but he could breathe at last. The trembling subsided slowly the more he could gather his breathing and compose himself, until he pulled back enough to meet his ancestor's purple gaze. The man's own dark indigo eyes reflected the sheer sense of  DOOM  that possessed him.

        ❝ I'm... I'm well... It's passed... ❞ Rhaegar whispers, hoping none in the pyramid palace of Meereen, especially his sister, had woken to realize what just took place.  WEAKNESS  is not something he ever wants for Daenerys to witness in him, more so when he knows the  ADMIRATION  she harbors for her brother. ❝ You needn't do this... ❞

@runaljod​ spoke: “ i’ve never seen you smiling so big ” ( from magni ) ( PHOEBE     BRIDGERS STARTERS / / accepting ) 

SHE QUICKLY schools her expression into something more serious. for a moment she debates throwing the book in her bag at him before she settles on sticking her tongue out instead. ‘ shut up. ’

@runaljod asked: ❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜ ( to sammy from magni )

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Sammy looked up from his work, a light chuckle leaving his lips at Magni’s words. “What a shame. I was hoping to be rid of you by next week. I suppose I’ll have to try harder.” He was clearly joking, evident by the smile on his face. He slid his papers aside. He was in need of a break, anyway.

❝ i don’t mind sharing a fire. ❞   she should. it’s incredibly dangerous to allow a stranger so close when there’s a bounty on her head, but he looks as if he’s been traveling for some time. she thinks to how much her feet ached when she finally stopped for the evening, just an hour ago. if she’d needed to keep going to find somewhere to sleep, she’d have been miserable. it’s only right to make this offer. she’s so far from the capital, there’s no reason to think he’ll recognize her on sight anyways.   ❝ there’ll be enough food for two, i’m sure. ❞

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      The trip thus far had been uneventful. Fox had spent most of the time eavesdropping on locals as her classmates drank beer at every pub along the way. It wasn’t that it wasn’t fun, for it was different and exciting, but she had signed up for the history and the architecture, not a hangover. On this particular evening, she found herself wandering the halls of an establishment that was once a laird’s homestead, a castle, that now treated them to themed dinners and pint after pint of original recipe whisky.

      Following a particular dark corridor, Fox found a window that illuminated the full moon. A strange occurrence considering it was still a few days off. The winds were changing, picking up from the highlands and she swore she could hear horses. She turned back, wanting to reach the yard to see if there were indeed horses and found that once dark hall now held torches. Strange. A chill ran through her. Places like this were said to be haunted.

      Following the path she thought she had taken, Fox tried to find the main room once more. When she did, or when she thought she did, she found it empty. Nearly frantic, she picked up the pace, nearly jogging until she saw another person, sure that her classmates were only playing a trick. It did not take long to find someone, obviously an actor of the restaurant considering how he was dressed. Perhaps they did some sort of play? Or reenactment?

      “Excuse me,” she was happy now that she had studied enough English to get by when lost. “Do you know the way back to the restaurant? I seem to have lost my way.”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg. okay. wren you’re an absolute gift to me. i remembered you from when we first met & started writing, and finding you again over on elsie was amazing. it felt like a little magical reunion!!! and i keep being reminded of why i was so psyched to have you back in my life. your devotion to your muses is such an admirable quality. i have thoroughly and completely loved everything we’ve ever written, and every reply you’ve ever posted for me has been a joy just to read. it’s also really neat to have someone i share a lot of interests in common with, particularly music taste <3

@runaljod​​,  fenrir sent:  [ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face.

              FENRIR’S  TOUCH  BURNED  HER,  WITH  FINGERTIPS  LIKE  embers pressed to bare skin,  but Daenerys did not flinch from him.  Could he see her blood flush against pale cheeks as her gaze locked with his?  Fenrir’s dark eyes were smoke  ––  smoldering,  dancing in the dim light.  The haze made him difficult to read,  and utterly captivating.  He was what a god should be,  Daenerys thought,  her lips parting against his hand as if to speak.  Heated breath filled the space between them,  wordlessly. 

She had known it,  perhaps,  even before they met.  It was his image Daenerys saw in the pyre,  and he who shielded her from the flames.  He had risen with the smoke,  and she couldn’t trust herself to know what she had seen was real.  She had known it,  and doubted it still,  when she saw him again in Meereen and he bowed at her feet.  Yet she had denied it  ––  denied him.  Lilac eyes drop to his lips  . . .  she could deny him no longer.

“Forgive me,  ñuha āeksio,  I was blinded,  and foolish,  and could not see you clearly.  Forgive me.  Now my eyes have adjusted to the light.  Let me see you.  Let me worship you.”

    The hour was late, frankly she wasn’t sure he had come to bed at all. Yet waking to find his spot empty she went looking for him. Now they sat side by side, letting the stillness of the night fill the space between them. She wondered if there was something bothering him, but rather than ask that, she voiced a different question.”When you won your freedom, what was it like?” She herself had never seen the games, had not even heard of them until Spartacus had freed her.

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@runaljod asked:  ❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜ ( from Magni ) [ &. soft and sweet sentenced starters. ]

“Right now, I feel alone, I feel as though there is nobody around whom I can trust, save for either you or Michael. Even our own father has been secretly going behind the coven’s back to arrange for potential alliances and agreements with some of the British spies. Our people fear that there will come a day when we lose this war, when we have to decide weather to leave Scotland forever or assimilate with the Queen’s invading forces. Meanwhile...all I can do for myself is...stand back and watch as my home, my livelihood is ripped away from me.”