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°× Saltare amoris ×°
When you meet her, you dance.
It's slow, at first. Uncertain, sluggish, unpracticed. You stumble and you blush and you murmur "oops"s and "sorry"s, but you don't take your gaze off her eyes, and she thinks - maybe, just maybe, she can trust you; maybe, maybe she can open up just enough to let you in, too look over you with anxiety as you gently examine her heart (her world); and you lift your eyes up on her, and you smile, and you say, "this is perfect; you are perfect; guide me through the rest of you".
She blushes.
You take her hand, and you continue to dance.
It's more confident now. You know the moves, you know the rhythm; you guide her through the ballroom, smiling at her, and her face is painted with that smirk she reserves just for you; and one night, you lean over to her ear and ask, "will you marry me?" and that night, you share your very first kiss.
You still dance.
You twirl and spin, looking at her face and grinning; she tilts her head to the side, and every touch she leaves on you burnes with need and love. You wouldn't trade it for the world, you wouldn't change a single thing, because you are in love, so deeply, madly, mindlessly in love; and you have all the time in the world, in that ballroom, dancing to the everchanging music of life.
You dance even when you're reminded, again and again, that life does change; when the grief is so hard it makes you struggle to hold onto her; when you bury your son, when tears stream down your face - you dance, even though your dance is bitter and the piece playing is a requiem. You purse your lips, you look into her eyes - now distant, cold and unfamiliar (so painfully unfamiliar), and you dance.
It never falls back, it'll never return - that innocence, that serenity of your old dances, but you manage. Your hearts break, but love mends them into something stronger, something calmer, something more mature; and you hold her close; you close your eyes, and you listen to her heartbeat.
And when you're ripped appart, when you're chained deep underground, when you're stripped of the last remains of humanity and dignity - you scream her name, you bury the memories of your ballroom deep inside yourself; and when you forget how gentle was the touch of the sun, you still remeber her grey eyes - and when you forget the sound of birdsongs, you're reminded of her gentle laugh, of her quiet whispers.
So when you're finally free, you look at her, and the music stops.
(It wasn't playing for almost nine centuries already.)
She looks at you, too, and in her eyes is fear and hurt and you left me and I thought you were dead; but she also cries, and her hands are outstretched.
And the orchestra whispers, and the notes shuffle and the maestro holds his breath,
and you step forward,
and you dance.
#writeblr#creative writing#fantasy#WIP#OP#help how the hell do i tag#the tale of the uncharted years#oc: zerafer lan-atur#oc: martha dor-aldon#they're elves by the way!#and immortal#and in love#and also suffering#if you couldn't tell#anyways I Am Normal about them (no i'm not)#feel free to ask me questions
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For the first time in my life I actually read a DNF fic I didn't like. A humbling experience, truly-
#smth about it just didnt sit riggt with me#and then there's other things#dnf#dreamnotfound#zerafics
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Your blog description mentions you have 40+ OCs; would you tell me about 3 of your favorites, please?
i could go with my tolkien ocs for this but i'll go with my original guys since i had them in mind when creating my bio :)
Ara Syd. She's the main character in my wip and she's a sweetheart. She's quiet and kind but also fierce and protective (and she's a dragon too!!!). She would vibe with Bilbo and Fingon if given a chance.
Zerafer (Lay-Ethin I think? It's been a while since I used his last name) is an elven-king and he doesn't show up in the book until the end but he's so precious to me ok. his name actually comes from the word "zephir" which is a very nice and soft sweet. he's wise and kind and also very tired (tormented by the horrors. literally) and i love him a lot
(Lord) Oliy is a character who doesn't show up at all but who's also dear to me. He is also an elf (at least to some extent? it's been a hot minute since I came up with him) but he passes for a human and is their ruler for some time. He's literally a baby and should be held and cherished, not forced to deal with the horrors that i granted him in abundance. He looks a lot like Elrond from RoP.
Thank you for asking!!!
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Zera \\ she/her \\ 20 \\ European
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-> #zerahh (hazbin hotel stuff, with a shit ton of radiostatic and huskerdust)
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Welcome!
Last updated: 01/04/2024
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hello ! this is zeraf from ao3!
nice to meet you a second time, zeraf =)
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quick question because i'm pretty sure i found this one bnha fic in your recs some time back but i can't seem to find it. it was centered around an immortal midoriya who can't really die but occasionally kills himself by snapping his neck and includes a moment where ragdoll witnesses him doing so during the training camp arc and collapses. would you happen to have any fic like that?
i think it’s
Wind The Watch For Time You Don't Need
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Megabiskate youth haveMing a workshop the past 5 days expressing through art. If you are in Addis Ababa tomorrow Please drop by to Ethiopian sciences acadamy from 3-5 pm and check out what these awesome youth megabiskate about to show. #megabiskate #megabiskategirls #activeyouth #zeraf
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What if Zeldris and Gelda’s relationship had been an arranged marriage? Like… the two were betrothed to each other when they were very young as a way to solidify the alliance between demons and vampires. Only instead of courting out of duty or oblige it’s a rare instance we here the two actually fell deeply in love with each other.
Omg I love this because even if they are in an arraigned marriage they will still fall in love with each other because they both still fall for each other in the same way that they did when they first meet naturally only this time it’s much sooner. Because of the arraigned marriage they get to actually spend time together without anyone judging them or having to hide it cause the DK and Zeraf set it up and approved of it. And this makes them so happy I could imagine at first zeldris hated it because he didn’t want to be married at a young age and just wanted to be free like Mel. But after he laid eyes on gelda he instantly feel in love and after some rough patches in the beginning they both fell head first for each other and the rest was history. When they do finally get married instead of rings like humans do they both leave mate bites on each other’s scent glands so people know who’s mate they are and they both love their marks and will nibble on them from time to time to show their love for each other. Not only that but gelda loves leaving marks all over him and zeldris doesn’t mind one bit either
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miscellaneous imps , Charon is a musician in the Pride district , Zeraf is still a kid, Dawlope is a soul handler in the Sloth district.
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When the Spriggan 12 go on a picnic and someone (*cough* Brandish *cough*) pisses Irene off. So does she change the whole landscape/weather to in turn piss everyone else off? So no one can enjoy.. How many seconds after that until all hell breaks lose? Is that also why Zeraf left everyone last Christmas with the dinner? Cause he is too tired of their antics? P.S. I love your blog and your art and your beautifully hilarious comics! Everything! All your effort. You guys are the best! ❤️
Brandish, Larcade and Dimaria would probably be the troublemakers at gatherings so yes Irene would probably get her revenge if they piss her off HAHA Also thank you that means a lot :))
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I JUST SAW THAT HELIUM GOT UPDATED BUT I CAN'T READ IT NOW. I WILL PROCEED TO MAKE THAT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM. /j
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Oh no! The great OC destroyer has come to do their dark bidding! But, in a miraculous twist of fate, they have decided to take pity on you and spare two OCs... Which two would you save from immediate doom?
*looks at my 40+ OCs and sweats nervously*
One of them is 100% gonna be Zerafer because my man was through so much already. Thuar was through so much too but I'm gonna be real, Thuar is probably just gonna destroy the OC destroyer
Other than Zerafer... hmmm... probably Rahena. Because Rahena is going to be pissed and when Rahena is pissed, ховайся в жито, as we ukrainians say.
Thanks for the ask! :D
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Finally decided to write something. It has nothing to do with BL or ToR at all, which is kind of a nice change of pace. Instead, it’s a rough beginning to my nano wip idea thing.
Enjoy!
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Luo crept into the front chamber, their eyes darting around the bright room. Zeraf sat cross-legged, their short pink dress smearing its hem with rich dirt. They cooed at a young plant bearing its first flower, vocally encouraging it as they dug around its base to pry it from its pot.
“Master Zeraf?” the young deity called, slowly pushing the door shut behind them. “You wanted to see me?”
The older god smiled and set the plant into their garden next to its brethren. Their laurel eyes sparkled with joy. “I did. I’ve seen you watching the humans.”
Luo’s bronze face darkened with embarrassment. “You noticed.”
“It’s not anything to be ashamed of, Young Luo. It is in your nature, after all.”
Luo glanced around the chamber, taking in the forests-worth of small plants and trees. And you know all about nature, don’t you? they thought. “You’re not going to mock me, then?”
Zaref tilted their head. “Who’s been mocking you? Was it Seena? Vishis?”
“Alathor.”
The elder god blinked slowly. “What did she say to you?”
Luo tried to focus on anything but their senior. “That I should never have come out of Primordia. That no one could ever take a human-loving weakling like me seriously.”
“Did that upset you?”
They felt like hiding. Talking about Alathor only ever made them sick to their stomach, especially after she’d created those idiotic parodies of humans to add to her collection of mockery. The least she could’ve done was give the poor horses a break. “I guess so.”
Zaref finally properly looked at them, staring into their very essence as if trying to piece together what could possibly be wrong with this very different member of the Younger pantheon. Everyone else did, after all. “Are you ashamed?”
They rubbed their arm and stared at the floor, hating this interrogation more and more with each passing second. “It’s not my fault that she can’t see how incredible they are. I mean, she even decided to have a gender after them, so she doesn’t really have a right to insult me just because they interest me.”
“But are you ashamed?”
Luo sighed. “I...I guess? I don’t really know.”
Zaref crossed the room, their feet barely making a sound in the soft dirt. They placed a finger under Luo’s chinned and gently pushed it up, forcing the dreaded eye-contact they’d so hoped to avoid. “Why?” Zaref asked, smiling sadly at them. “They were meant to be beautiful.”
“Even Mesmit doesn’t like them, and they created them.”
The Eldest shook their head. “Mesmit didn’t like what Vishis did to their creation, so they moved on to something else that couldn’t be altered by another.” They smiled and swished their dress. “And as for the comment about staying in Primordia, she’s just jealous that she can’t see their beauty while so many of the rest of us can. You’re the Youngest, so she targets you thinking she can get away with it.”
“I don’t suppose anything could be done about it?”
Zaref dropped their hand from Luo’s chin and swirled toward a tree that was looking a bit drier than the rest. “I’ll talk to her.”
Luo’s shoulders relaxed, and they bowed. “Thank you.”
“Now go on, and do as you wish. You are not bound by the thoughts and actions of others.”
Revitalized, Luo skipped from the chamber, excited to see what their favorite humans were up to right about now.
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Funny how we say the characters name's diferently in Portuguese. (I'll write how we speak) Like:
Xayah
EN: "Zayah"
PT: "Shayah"
Malphite
EN: "Malfaite"
PT: "Malfiti"
Xerath
EN: "Zeraf"
PT: "Sherat"
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Nu beloved Zeraf😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqh4n7nlUxM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d0xu433guwtm
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