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Lethe was no athlete. Diminutive. Thin. Meant for kneeling at an altar; not for violence. She was born frail and premature. Her father’s own hands tearing her from that silky womb before the red of it could suffocate her - before she was left forever sleeping there and turning the cradle of her...

All of Lethe, most often, was bathed in some undue distance. She was delayed in one sense, as if her attention elsewhere. As if she were listening for other voices. Less corporeal tones. She was filtering differently. Tuned into a fugue frequency. Not so that she had no care for the other...

The wall of shimmering molded, fibrinous flesh of the outer world had allowed Lethe entry to this ghastly place. She had passed through backwards, outstretched arms and back arched like a bow. Taking it like a baptism. For, this holy mission, this Call she felt, must be in some way ordained. She...

title below- max three lines, height doesn't adjust but you can do so if you would like CHASM SCION first photo box I called to E. E called to me. "Come all in scarlet," said he, "Before the felled tree." first text box BASICName: Lethe Age: 34 Physical Appearance: A small...

"Bill?" Come the agitated voice from behind the canvas. Even as Ron's solemn, shining face parted the fabric, his words seemed miles away. Was that pain on his brow? The heat turned everything clotted and sour. Delilah pulled her long, blonde hair to rest over her shoulder, starting to braid it...

From what Delilah had heard, Canary Creek was starch-blank yellow at the beginning of summer. It seethed like the underside of an iron. The locals shifted about under cover of shade, skittering like insects in the patches of bare sunlight. Hair was wet beneath the brims of hats, and the women...

"A man who desires revenge should dig two graves." ( A Midwestern RP between @Rhaine and @Svadilfari )

Daniel, It is late. Unforgivably late into the night, and I cannot get back to sleep. If I said it was you I was dreaming of, would that shock you? Only, Danny, it was so real. Like I had crossed miles in my nightclothes, and found myself among the smoke and the grey and the fire. I could hear...

My Bell, It has been so long since your last letter. A month, though it felt like an age. When it came in the post, I could breathe again! I ran to my room and cast back all the curtains. The sun was not out, but I could still feel it on my face from behind the clouds. Oh, Bell, I did not even...

Daniel, I'm sorry if this letter is finding you unwelcome. It would be all right if you would rather not hear from me - if the reasons as to why were too complicated to define. I would understand, only you would have to say so, or else I fear I will send you so many desperate pages that you...

Splendid Bell, No, I haven't made progress on your scarf. I couldn't knit my way out of a tea cozy. In fact, I loathe it excessively, and you should know that it is only out of great esteem for you that I keep returning to it. I torture myself for you and you alone. Does that please you? Now...

Hael did not speak, though he was aware of the she-elf’s gravitation. She would come near, fine-postured and seeking, then she would cast herself away as if she had just remembered she was meant to be weary of him. It was in all fairness. He had taken something without her consent - and even...

Even sunken in dimness, cast from beyond the fire's reach, healing magic always gave off its own sort of light. It wasn't necessarily perceivable by the casual onlooker. It lived in the easing rise and fall, in the intertwining of breath, the space between moments. It wasn't so much a bending...

3 Songs that define Hael: White Cedar by The Mountain Goats / Father and Son by Cat Stevens / Silver and Gold by City and Colour 3 Songs Hael would like: Frozen Man by James Taylor / Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd / Take On Me by a-ha

Hael felt her eyes on him. In the darkness, he could only catch the fragmented shards of emerald masked beneath the reflection of far off fires. Stupefied, halting, he hardly felt as if she were looking at him. He felt faceless. Her voice was small in the dire, bound lapse - almost a...

The tall magi had seemed to shrink unto himself. It was almost unnerving how small Hael could become upon bouts of faintness. He rested his hand on Valac’s shoulder, recovering quickly, yet seeking the extra measure of assured support his young friend provided. All the while, his mind moved...

A greeting, not meant for him, a warning, a betrayal, all beneath the blinking, pervading stars. They were all shrouded in the wake of the wyvern heads, mere subjects, spectacles of judgment beneath their dead, glass gaze. Hael felt this force like rain about the crown of his head. He had...

The orc boy was alive. That he had known. He had seen the breath come quick from his lungs - that ebbing rise and fall. What he hadn't anticipated was his complete lack of harm. The boy sprung forth once he was retrieved by the star-haired drow. Energy enough to protest boyishly. His scars...

Once Valac had wrapped his knuckles against the aged, quaint door, all had flown by as quick as a sword stroke. With the appearance of the female dark elf, Hael's expression remained neutral, though his dark-cherry gaze moved sharp. He watched, mildly amused by the affect the stranger had on...