Gyrfalcon's Keep dead eye
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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been up since 3 so idk what this is but uhh she’ll wander back to the fam n all
ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ᴏғ ᴡ/ᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ʜᴇʀᴇ



The Undimming. Undrowned. Uncrowned.
Lacarë?” are the heiress’ words, thin and quiet and hymnal.

Mother. Lover. Greenseer. Strider.
She remains forever ever-sweet, all for them; ravenous, insatiable, kissed by his fires; eyes come down from heavens to know earth beneath each tireless stept.

Surely this was all punishment enough of her own make. Was she even deserving of—?


A bit unthethered, but never lost, aimless—
White throat a severe contrast to the rubies she’d stolen from another just hours past. Eyes had turnt silvered seaglass, tearful with those that burned and refused to away from her lashes.

For the first time and for herself, Aurëwen wanted to scream.
i olōlie?” Scream


—and so all the gryfs went aflight.
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dead eye - by Andraste - July 05, 2019, 04:16 AM