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Healing can be tiring, depending on how near death is and the size of the life I’m weaving back together.
I like the imagery here.
Finn has been my first everything. My first friend. My first fight. My first kiss. My first lover. My first heartbreak. He’s the only person with whom I ever shared the knife’s story. He’s also the man I decided not to build a family with because he refused to leave the vale, and I didn’t want to stay. My life’s moments are filled with him. He reads me as plainly as any book.
Rowan and Ophelia Bloodgood,
Raina's parents' names.
Reality washes over me. The king will replace him, and if we live through this night, I will have murdered my only way to find Nephele. More than that, the Witch Collector is trained, a warrior with a weapon, and thus very likely our best defense.
While I'm glad she's come to her senses, this seems like a really abrupt chanhe of thought.
At least the last thing I will ever lay my eyes upon in this long life is a powerful woman of both beauty and fury. A soul delicate yet wild and so deeply moving—even if she does wish me dead.
Homeboi got it bad already
If I could speak, I’d tell her I came here to help her. To help us all. I’d tell her that I’m not evil. That I’m not entirely good, but I never meant to bring her sorrow. I’d tell her I’m terrified of what my death means, and that I’m worried about leaving her alone, because she doesn’t realize how alone she might truly be or what evil is yet to come.
Mother used to say that grief always strikes when we least expect it, and that we rarely realize how those we love inhabit even the most seemingly inconsequential parts of our lives. It’s in those moments that the pain of their absence strikes so much deeper, because the time we took for granted suddenly shines in sharp relief.
Gold for life magick, red for healing magick, silver for common magick—like the protective magick we build at the wood’s boundary. The violet must be for Sight.
I like her fire—too damn much. Enough that it’ll burn me if I’m not careful.
I’m a grown woman who can think around such nonsense.
Lol ok raina. Suuuure
“Nothing,” he replies with a small shake of his head. “Your magick is just really beautiful.”
Bro has it bad already
Black veins web the blanched skin around his eyes, which are still that same liquid darkness, only now it’s not only his irises. Even the whites of his eyes have been overtaken.
Geralt of Rivia 2.0
