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loveoaths · 2 years

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TAG DROP: SANDAIME KAZEKAGE.

DEFAULT CANON VERSE.

verse: elegies are my forms — i erase and await the one who will erase me. truly‚ i am death. ( default ) / / default verse. covers the sandaime’s canon time-span.

arc one: i live in the heart of a coming sun. i seek shelter in the childhood of night‚ resting my head on the lap of morning. ( youth ) / / extends from childhood to the days leading up to his coronation.

arc two: this will be the age of beauty: an age that crumbles like sand and fuses like zinc; an age in perpetual decline. ( reign ) / / covers kelela’s reign as sandaime kazekage.

arc three: the guilty always return to the places that made them. guilt is a place; it may possess you. ( puppet ) / / the marionette years.

arc four: sometimes what keeps you alive is a mystery. ( wandering ) / / kelela remains animated after the war by sheer force of will. he wanders wind country observing his people, protecting the borders, and dreaming always of the life and lives he lost.

alternate universe tags.

verse: and i shall remain‚ for my own self hedges me in. ( au ) / / alternate universe: kelela never dies.

verse: i attack and uproot. i know i am in the spring of death. i delve into the grave but the soil knows i am alive. ( au ) / / alternate universe: kelela makes a deal with a desert spirit and achieves eternal life in exchange for a dark promise.

#verse: elegies are my forms — i erase and await the one who will erase me. truly‚ i am death. ( default )#arc one: i live in the heart of a coming sun. i seek shelter in the childhood of night‚ resting my head on the lap of morning. ( youth )#arc two: this will be the age of beauty: an age that crumbles like sand and fuses like zinc; an age in perpetual decline. ( reign )#arc three: the guilty always return to the places that made them. guilt is a place; it may possess you. ( puppet )#arc four: sometimes what keeps you alive is a mystery. ( wandering )#verse: and i shall remain‚ for my own self hedges me in. ( au )#verse: i attack and uproot. i know i am in the spring of death. i delve into the grave but the soil knows i am alive. ( au )#tag drop.#tag drop: kelela.#queue.

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ironharvests · 3 years

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verse tag drop: kelela ( sandaime kazekage ).

default verse tags.

verse: elegies are my forms — i erase and await the one who will erase me. truly‚ i am death. / / default verse. covers the sandaime's canon time-span.

arc one: i live covertly in the heart of a coming sun. i seek shelter in the childhood of night‚ resting my head on the lap of morning. / / extends from childhood to the days leading up to his coronation.

arc two: this will be the age of beauty: an age that crumbles like sand and fuses like zinc; an age in perpetual decline. / / covers kelela’s reign as sandaime kazekage.

arc three: the guilty always return to the places that made them. these places are what you can possess and what in the end possesses you. / / the marionette years.

arc four: sometimes what keeps you alive is a mystery. / / kelela remains animated after the war by sheer force of will. he wanders wind country observing his people, protecting the borders, and dreaming always of the life and lives he lost.

alternate universe tags.

verse: and i shall remain‚ for my own self hedges me in. / / alternate universe: kelela never dies.

verse: i attack and uproot. i know i am in the spring of death. i delve into the grave but the soil knows i am alive. / / alternate universe: kelela makes a deal with a desert spirit and achieves eternal life in exchange for a dark promise.

#tag drop.#tag drop: kelela.#verse: elegies are my forms — i erase and await the one who will erase me. truly‚ i am death.#arc two: this will be the age of beauty: an age that crumbles like sand and fuses like zinc; an age in perpetual decline.#arc one: i live covertly in the heart of a coming sun. i seek shelter in the childhood of night‚ resting my head on the lap of morning.#arc three: the guilty always return to the places that made them. these places are what you can possess and what in the end possesses you.#arc four: sometimes what keeps you alive is a mystery.#verse: and i shall remain‚ for my own self hedges me in.#verse: i attack and uproot. i know i am in the spring of death. i delve into the grave but the soil knows i am alive.#alright goodbye again.

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