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As light turns to darkness, so too do our minds slip to madness. Auri-El, have you truly forsaken us? #TESRP #MVRP 18+

Deep in the Rift
Joined August 2019
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𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆. ○ Born 1E 139 ○ Alchemist ○ Snow Elf ○ Former dwemer slave ○ N/SFW #TESRP #MVRP #FruitOfMango ❤️ + 🔄 ?
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Edrilor, never truly far, could not help but be drawn in by all the buzzing activity. Quite literally. He sniffed the air and recognized several different types of alchemical components. His interest, naturally, was piqued. "You opening a new enterprise priestess?"
Leannán had a rather large order of various alchemical ingredients recently delivered. She's going to be quite busy over these next few days; though she is, admittedly, not particularly ecstatic about needing to set up the new apiary. . .
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
even if the sky was going to fall, he'd believe he could support it. but the him now﹖ he realised something alarming ﹕ he no longer believed.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
how awful a fate it is, to be the one that survives.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
you touch me and suddenly i feel a little less war torn. i'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but i think it may feel a lot like you.
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It's his wif- Cough, sputter, wheeze, slow inhale and exhale. He meant of course he's pleased to see the priestess again.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓮 ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies. •°*”˜.•°*”˜ Pҽɾϝσɾɱҽɾ | Vαɱριɾҽ | Wιƚƈԋ
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
⠀ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ 《 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗 》 ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚. 1561 ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ°•. 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 .•°
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He hopes, nay 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 to whatever god may be listening that she is alright. That if she needs him, he can do something to help her. And if he can't...that he can live with the knowledge of not being enough.
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It was a strange sensation, this recollection of his people. In a sense, it was a relief. With next to nothing remaining, he was one of the last that truly knew of the Snow Elves. Who they were, what they celebrated. And he can't even record his experiences. "Yes, very >
Replying to @cainhurstorigin
ㅤ ×× `` Aye , your people sound like they were quite the peaceful yet ... graceful ones . Far different from my own . `` ㅤ
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different from your people. We were united, nearly perfectly. There were only a few rare instances where conflict arose amongst us, even rarer for bloodshed to occur, mainly thanks to the ascendant monarchy like the Snow Prince. His death...that's what finally broke us..."
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you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen, your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings, and like the dawn you woke the world inside of me.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
You bloomed flowers inside me who was so cold .
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
the culmination of love is grief. and yet we love despite the inevitable, we open our hearts to it.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
so, a heart could shatter. so, the shattering of a heart could have a sound. what does that sound like? like the sound of the sky collapsing, thunderous and deafening.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
you love him, you do, and here's the miracle : he loves you too. ..and here's the tragedy : it's not enough.
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ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
a night to cradle your face in my hands like the moon held by starlight
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The break in tension was immediately apparent, like air now flowing a little easier. His shoulders relaxed, he didn't even realize their tension until she smiled. Not that he could truly see such, much to his own misfortune. "Good. If any can truly understand their fleeting>
Replying to @ForgottenMer
+ "Even the other Priestesses, I'm sure, agree it would be another welcomed change. After all, it is improper for a Falmer woman to bathe alone." All for propriety's sake, of course. Respecting traditions, and such.
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decisions, it is undoubtedly you." Strange, some of that tension returned when she suddenly invited him to join her. Only this time it felt...warm? He cleared his throat, attempting to ground himself. "I...yes. Of course. I would hate for you to fall under impropriety. I will>
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gladly join you Leannán." How strange. Though he can recall the ritual, even remember the feel of the outfit in contrast to his current robes, it has been such a long time it now felt almost unfamiliar. New. Was it her? Or simply the fact that he was a different person now?
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