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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...

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...

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...

Valac: The gradual brightening of the crystal, perched like a beacon at the town's apex, had just hit its peak; merchants had already been pouring back into the market streets to unfurl carpets, erect booths, and display their panoply of artisanal wares or fresh produce. News of Delan's...

Ebenezer Nowak Tracks | With: @Svadilfari @Noble Ebenezer felt every pause, every breath. It was the intermissions he was most intimate with - the space between movement, between words, between choices. There was only the soft pull of air, the rising tension, the anticipation. He could...

Ebenezer Nowak Tracks | With: @Svadilfari "Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.” Ebenezer woke with his arms tangled in his cotton sheets, restricting him with...

Salvatore Romano Jr. @Misty Gray @avocadosNbravado Junior listened to his father's rumination, speaking of church and his childhood with Vinnie. Though to the outward onlooker he was in need of guidance, Junior was already pinned on a faith - the rush of the chase, the hard pavement, the...

Salvatore Romano Jr. @Misty Gray @avocadosNbravado Junior cocked a small smirk at his father's rumination on the Sullivan children. He had never met them. They were still only shifting shapes attached to names and a few traits he'd gathered from overhearing conversations. He'd lost...

Lenora C. Baratheon @Misty Gray Blue eyes trained on Nathan as he spoke, and Lenora's expression shifted into one of impassioned spirit when he mentioned members of his own confidence desiring him to stoop to the low of the Lannisters. She furrowed her dark brow slightly before her shoulders...

Lenora C. Baratheon with/mentions: Evelyn (NPC) , Nathaniel @Misty Gray , Elizabeth/Willie @NanLia Lenora's breath had admittedly caught momentarily with Nathaniel's response. If she hadn't been entirely present, alert, and aware of the other company - practiced at this point in keeping...

Salvatore Romano Jr. @Misty Gray @neverbackdown @Lamia Junior's jaw set with an almost pleased cadence as his father asked what they were willing to do. It was almost an understatement to say that he wanted his hands dirty. He didn't shy away from it. It was the business he had grown up...

Frederick K. Lannister with/mentions: Catherine @Misty Gray , Austyn/Baylor @ReverseWells , Richard @everjinx After dismissing himself from the meeting and saying a goodbye to Cathy, Frederick was on his way, off to find Austyn. Baylor had said his little brother was down by the harbor...

Rosemary Borden with/mentions: @Misty Gray @meraki. @Bella:D "I'm right here, love. You can rely on me." With these words, warmth threatened to overtake her. It was an astonished, pleased, and relieved sort of sensation, though it had its bittersweetness. Rosemary believed him. She was...