Nothing Better Than An Uptight Repressed Woman

the bog wife.

dialogue prompts from the bog wife by kay chronister.

don't tell me you didn't see it.

things are coming to their natural conclusion.

can't i please make you something to eat? you'd feel better.

____ loved you most.

you won't get the heart of me. that's somewhere you can't reach.

you having a panic attack?

i don't even know what home will look like.

i've never known you to say anything you didn't mean.

how is it sacred, if you're not afraid of it?

you can sleep with me, if you want. like we used to.

i know i used to annoy you. i won't now. i promise.

just do whatever you'd do if i weren't here.

saying something enough times won't make it true.

did you ever fall in love, when you were out there?

make coffee. make a lot of it.

i don't always do what i'm told.

there's no way to start but to start.

it's not healthy, what we're doing.

one down, the rest of our lives to go.

only the rich can afford to be sick nowadays.

would you read to me?

no one has to know.

i'm glad you're still alive.

i'm okay. i'm not going anywhere.

you from around here?

you feel so far away now.

i want you to tell me things. i want to know everything about you.

what? why aren't you saying anything?

where else would i go?

i don't want strangers to come here.

night is always the most precarious time.

you know how babies are made, right?

just say it. what do you think happened?

i keep thinking of things i want to tell you about.

are you really going to lecture me?

aren't we still a family?

you can come with me. i'll take care of you.

do you not get that we are separate people?

i thought i was doing what i had to.

i need you to see something.

you will not survive not changing.

soon i will be unrecognizable to you.

i will still be here, but not like before.

have you ever heard anything i've said?

why aren't you angry?

i know you think i'm a tyrant.

i've been hanging on for so long, i'm afraid of what would happen if i ever let go now.

none of us know how to take care of ourselves.

you ended up stronger than the rest of us.

sometimes it doesn't seem like you can hear me.

i've never not been alone.

i don't want to be lonely anymore.

where were you, before?

you've been changing for a while, now.

i need to be someone else.

i think my problem with Muse here is that.. i don't Love veilguard and unless veilguard verses are set in thea's assumed canon where her son is rook......... she's not involved except in keeping gwaren and ferelden together

his expression is as stormy as the tempest raging beyond her window, the howling gales rattling the frame, shaking the very foundations of the castle. this was only natural, he was a creature possessed of intense moods, but like any animal he purred when stroked correctly. typically it was his ego that needed proper attention, and she was only ever too happy to oblige. when his darkened expression did not lift at her compliance & teasing, worry furrowed at her brows; the crease between them wrinkling yet deeper when he begins to speak. she did not like to imagine the terrible things he was capable of, for something to be so terrible that he had rattled even his own stubborn confidence & pride was enough to shake her.

wiser women would turn him away, or at the very least coax him into confessing his sins before promising to absolve him of them. though wiser women would not have permitted such a man into their chambers in the first place, so perhaps she was already far too lost to correct her course. lithe hands journey to his shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of the wet leather to draw herself close to him yet again. this kiss lands at the corner of his mouth — a touch so terribly tender. when again she pulls back, she does not fully withdraw from his grasp. only far enough to look at his face: clinging still to his shoulders. pale eyes convey more words than her lips would ever permit. i have forgiven every terrible thing you could do long before this moment. look what a dreadful fool you've made of me. your bloody hands do not frighten me. though through her unobliging pride, all she utters is ... "what a foolish question, and one you already know the answer to."

with the jacket still in her clutches, she pushes at it — wordlessly urging him to shed the soaking layers. "you'll catch your death in this - and you're tracking water everywhere," still she hopes to get him to smile with her chiding, to chase away the haunted look in his eye. to see him so pliant in her palms made something icy & rigid in her chest soften & crack, and she could not permit it. both hands grab at his, drawing him deeper into the chamber. "come, take these off. warm yourself by the fire ... then you may tell me whatever you wish."

burnt rainwater was on him, was all over him   ‒‒   parts frozen, parts singed. 𝐯𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭, fast and blazing and ruthless and 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. that much had become glaringly obvious. a̳e̳m̳o̳n̳d̳ was not under aemond’s control. he sought some nameless thing, blindly, thoughtlessly   ‒‒   𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 with a wide, red-rimmed stare and ashes rattling in his chest, too fast, too fast. 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 had shone out to him l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳a̳ ̳b̳e̳a̳c̳o̳n̳, a stormlight. here, there might be benediction. 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 he knew better than to ask of those offended.

𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, elethea would never know how much comfort her touch wreaked, how much power she had. ( it escaped his notice, then, that she had done everything he asked   ‒‒   everything but c̳u̳r̳s̳e̳ ̳h̳i̳m̳. )      ❛❛  𝖎𝖋 i told you something,  ❜❜      he began, so very, very quietly,      ❛❛  would you consider, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, that i meant no harm?  ❜❜      some understanding, s̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳c̳y̳   ‒‒   it was a small thing to wish for before killing again. they were only figments, but 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 would be no easier : his mother's last foolish denials   ( . . . )  clinging stubbornly 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚔, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜.      ❛❛  would you d̳e̳f̳e̳n̳d̳ 𝖒𝖊?  ❜❜

they were not, aemond thought, 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, ᵇᵘᵗ mammals gone so mad within this sandstone trap that they’d 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎. the thought terrified him. it could not be true. he could never admit that he had, even for a second, believed that 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖉 thought. ( that would make it real. he had t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳s̳o̳r̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳. )

ASSIGNED CHARACTER ARC:

CORRUPTION ARC. so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart — this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

TAGGED BY: @weavrot (on the last blog, oops) TAGGING: @maidmyth, @dinnanshiral, @grewarden, @alveyiat, and anyone else who wants to do it and hasn't yet

ELETHEA + GWAREN + HEALING

testing testing

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Kirsty Hume

@grewarden. how long were you going to hide this from me?

for a long, excruciating moment, no reply comes — only a weighty silence that clings to the air. all color had fled from her face, draining her to a sickly, pallid shade of grey. her face pinches a little, straining to ignore the hair-raising sensation of being watched that lingered constantly just over her shoulder, accompanied by the ever - present whispering. the honest answer was that she had hoped never to tell him, that she would resolve the matter before he could notice anything was amiss. but elethea was never known for her honesty.

"it isn't your concern," is all she says, though it's a pathetic argument that he will surely protest, as would she if he had offered her such a feeble line. but she needed the worry to leave his face, it pinched at her chest too much to see it. and if she had to replace it with a scowl, then so be it. she sighs, raising a hand to silence him before he can even argue, correcting herself. "i'm handling it."

no one has ever looked more beautiful than her in this scene