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               as much as he despised leaving his beloved rome, there were matters that required attention. the church, again. his sword was old, dripping with the blood of men who called themselves holy. ‘ do you wish to join your brothers, monk? ‘

@weepingeyes

        he’d been walking in town, trying not to bring attention to himself. he’d had enough run in with paladins lately to confirm the last of his suspicions. they had taken lancelot, had been using him. had lost him. which was honestly the best news he could’ve gotten. he wasn’t dead, and had separated himself from the paladins. and then, just as he was about to take a bite out of his apple, he caught the scent. no. he wasn’t that lucky, was he? but he followed, kept at a distance until he could drag the ash fey into an alley, pressing him to a wall so galahad could look at him. mirror faces that could only be distinguished by differing marks. and galahad grinned. 

            ‘ there you are. ‘

@weepingeyes​

「 INCOMING ! 」 ——  @weepingeyes​ 「 MESSAGE ! 」 —— ‘ Can I kiss you? ‘

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐋 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 & 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, for only in dreaming would temptation lay itself so bare ; hazy hours before the dawn oft consumed by such carnal longing. & he feels an echo of it now, crimson silk braided between the indentations of his spine, traces of ambrosia. Blood become flame, bedlam beneath the skin ( his heart is wrought of jagged pieces, grief pressing into delicate tissue until it fractured, but he thinks perhaps yours is too, that you know the cruel taint of death as well as he ; souls alike, pyres erected from the kindling of their bones ).

& though decorum would have him offer rejection, rationality has been subsumed by desire ; sword-callused fingertips seeking the curvature where neck meets shoulder, blunt nails catching in stray wisps of hair. Eyes imbued with oceans as he dares to draw the other closer.   ❛ Nothing would please me more. ❜   Voice pitched low, there's reverence clinging to each consonant.   ❛ In truth, I’ve thought of little else these last few weeks. ❜

@weepingeyes​ said:  ❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

           there is a telltale prickle behind her eyes that speaks of tears, but she has sworn to herself that she will not cry. not now, not when she’s sure the sight of her tears will do no good, that they may even hurt him. bad enough that they must speak this way, worse still for him to see her weep for it. and so she only nods, keeps herself from further signs of sadness by sheer will alone. “what would you have dreamed for us?” she asks at last, reaching for his hand. the familiar brush of skin, the warmth of it, the feeling of his hand within her own is enough - - - enough for now. “what ending would give us, if you could?” 

REIGN STARTERS : ACCEPTING

@weepingeyes​  &.  starter  call.

❛  has  shaun  actually  gone  over  what  needs  doin’  or  has  he  been  holdin’  out  on  the  hope  i’ll  explain  it  all  ?  ❜   WHILE  IT  WAS  BIZARRE  TO  SEE  LANCE  AGAIN  there  was  a  sense  of  familiarity  about  the  situation  bringing  danny  back  to  their  times  in  college  ----  a  good  familiarity  too.  obviously  being  a  researcher  for  the  assassins  had  it’s  thrills,  even  good  perks  half  the  time,  but  god  sometimes  it  got  lonely  and  damn  right  terrifying.  tiptoeing  around  any  hidden  templars  within  their  university  and  HOPING  they  don’t  notice.  for  the  first  time  in  months,  they’re  somewhat  relaxed.

@weepingeyes​ / davina kisses for lancelot

she’s hiding away, keeping safe from the prying eyes that would wish her harm. magic is still a very grey area. a new king is on the throne but still, davina remains away. and yet, lancelot... he trusts the new king but he hasn’t forced return to return to camelot. he needs to go but the young witch? she has other ideas. ❝ lancelot. ❞ davina whispers his name, hand reaching out for his arm to bring him back to her, lips meeting his in a soft kiss.  ❝ stay with me. ❞

@weepingeyes​ requested a CRISTINA starter!

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare, especially at a lady?” She told him, calmly but her voice clearly irritated with a man looking at her from across the street but saying nothing. It scared her somewhat, but she would never show that.

Sword- Kass protecc ur muse -Accepting!! @weepingeyes​

       Not too long ago, the man had stepped in front of her in a dangerous situation to protect her. Now this man was about to face harsh judgement. Kassandra didn’t know what he did, nor does she care. Stepping between him and the guard, she hauled off and punched them in the face- causing them to stumble back from the aggressive action. This bought her some time to grab the man and rush them out of there.         Once in the clear, she looked him in the eyes- kneeling down in front of him with concern.                  ❝Are you hurt..?❞

@weepingeyes​ / no context one-liners!

❝ you were always the quiet one. ❞

Weeping eyes . . Siz söylemeden kusurları söylüyorum! 1. Kamışı ben deldim açtım temizledim ney yaptım bu yüzden biraz sesi şey olabilir. 2. Parayla almış olduğum ney'in başparaseni buna taktım, içini genişletirken biraz çatladı başparenin olduğu yer elektrik bantıyla bantladım. 3. Herhangi bir nota bilgim yok, şarkıyı da üç beş defa dinledim ve öyle üfledim, yanlış üflemiş olabilirim. 4. Ben .

I'm unsure of the title of this one because I've done similar paintings, but I believe it's called "Overlooked" c.2008. This is a self-portrait, my reference photo was a close-up of my eye while crying and looking out a window. . The title refers to how I felt for many, many years (probably a decade or more) where my schizophrenia kept me hidden alone in my parents' house through most of my 20s and 30s. I felt like people didn't know I existed. There's no one to blame for any of this, but schizophrenia is a cruel disease which robbed me of my youth for the most part. I had no friends of my own, I didn't get our much except to see my therapist. My parents helped a LOT and I'm eternally grateful to them. My dad took me out every week for coffee and to visit bookstores. (I actually really miss that!) . My paranoia was high but over those years I got myself to stop listening to it when in public. However, during weekdays when I was home alone I felt like the only person in the world. But I'm an extremely late bloomer, and I did get out! Nothing lasts forever, including my own self-imposed captivity dure to the severity of my symptoms. I'm doing better now, living on my own in another country with my husband of 4 years. I just want others with severe mental illness to know there's hope. The disease may last a lifetime, but your current circumstances won't stay the same forever. Hang in there! Things will change. #art #mentalillnessawareness #severementalillness #bipolardisoder #schizophrenia #schizoaffective #latebloomer #photorealism #acrylicpainting #acryliasrt #hyperrealism #painting #acrylicart #crying #overlooked #artist #actuallyschizophrenic #schizophrenic #mentalhealthawareness #thingschange #photorealistic #artistoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #instaartist #igartwork #igart #alone #depression #temporary #weepingeyes https://www.instagram.com/p/CjgXTRkP6p9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

             he wasn’t going to say anything. he was going to keep his mouth shut about it. no. he wouldn’t say it. people could put what they wanted on-- his hand shot out, stopping lance as the pizza approached his mouth, his hand around lance’s wrist. gently. ‘ please. if you are going to try to put oranges on pizza, at least do it where i can’t see. i won’t stop you, i just don’t want to see it. ‘

@weepingeyes​

           the paladins had, so far, been an english problem. and, no matter how much she implored her father to intercede, that the english fey were still fey and needed their help, he refused. and when the boat had washed ashore, the young boy imploring him to help the unconscious ash fey, she couldn’t say no. however, she couldn’t take him to the castle, so instead she’d hidden the both of them in a cottage on the coast. she was just changing his dressing when he began to wake up. 

           ‘ i need you to stay still, please, for just a moment. ‘

@weepingeyes​

Actual king Arthur I swear. You write him so brilliantly I hear his voice very strongly in our threads , and wow your writing is just so beautiful I could read it all day honestly , it is absolutely stunning!!!!

beep beep how’s my portrayal?

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