dimicos

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SILAyaman12

Selammm rica etsem panomdaki kitabın bir kaç bölümüne yorum atarak destek olurmusunnn lütfennn. yazarın 29 Nisan doğum günü ve ona sürpriz yapmak istiyoruz. rahatsız ettiysem çok özür dilerim, şimdiden teşekkür ederimm❤️❤️

AncientCurrent-

The sky is wrong — too dark for the hour, too heavy for still air. The ocean behind Poseidon churns without cresting, as if something immense is being held just beneath the surface.
          
          He doesn’t look at them at first. He lets them feel it — the weight, the waiting.
          
          “You’ve walked into a storm that hasn’t decided whether to exist,” Poseidon says quietly. A pause. Then, finally, he turns.
          
          “Don’t give it a reason.”

dimicos

@AncientCurrent-              SHE STOOD AT THE SEASHORE STARING LEADENLY AT THE DARK SKIES. to have been of ignorant eyes would mean to pretend and not recognize when an earth born of mixed bloodline graced the dry lands.        her eyes narrowed at the man, in which she soon recognized that a man he was not, but of some ancient powers, something older pressing just beneath the surface of him. his voice cut through the gloom, and turned her head slowly, the wind carrying it sharper than it should have.               “the storm needs not a reason from a mortal,”   confusion marred her momentarily, brief but present, and she bid it, hiding it with an aloof expression instead, though her gaze lingered longer than intended.      
            
            ⠀     “why do i get the feeling..  you’ve merged solely to cause this storm yourself?”
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ofspite

[…]   You hide?

ofspite

Somewhat.   [Whether he repeats or mocks, it is hard to tell. The word is new, so he must say it to keep it, locked within his ancient mind. His teeth clamp together at the question, gaze briefly attracted to the light.]   …Curious. Curious eye, curious feet.
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dimicos

@ofspite              “somewhat.. yes,”      pinching the bridge of her nose to cease her frustration at having been found, the knight stepped out of the shadows, and pulled the curtains back neatly, letting what little light there was spill inward.       “why do you stand in here much so without company?”
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DEATHSKYN

enough,   damn  it.   i   don’t   reckon   ya’   take   the   measure   of   death   proper.

dimicos

@DEATHSKYN                SIFT ANGER LIT AGAST WITH VENGEANCE THAT THE POTTERY OF CLAY SHE GRASPED BETWEEN HER FINGERS WAS CRUSHED IN A BLINK.        it shattered, piercing part of her palm, and she turned away; tossing the broken remnants against the wall of the barn, the fragments scattering harshly against the wood. damn be his cursing! she’s had enough. evelin left in a fit of rage, boots striking hard against the ground, and came back with all the bills he’d paid her of her hard work in hallow creek, of all that she had gathered, crumpled tight within her grasp as if they meant nothing now, and she tossed them at him, twas not placed, nor given but, thrown.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ “that enough for you, elder?”
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spiritsightings

       hush now.  they mustn't notice us.

dimicos

@spiritsightings                a voice, her—voice was that of the softest lilies. she stared at the woman unabashedly, and without so much as shyness. evelin wondered silently, what the story behind this woman’s existence was or the scars she carried, perhaps even the loveliest of tales if they weren’t as painful to recall thoughts lingering like something she could not quite put down. whilst she listened, remaining quiet as ever, and pressing her back firmly against the hard stone wall, spine settling into the cool weight of it, she just couldn’t silence her mind.
            
            ⠀ “how much longer must i remain quiet?”
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