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Iβm dying, he realized. And Gods but it was a peaceful thought. Heβd been born half a corpse, and all his life heβd spent limping towards this conclusion.
He closed his eyes against a shuddering breath. And there was his mistake. For behind his eyes, even now as his blood pooled beneath him in the snow, he still saw her.
Sansa.
Her hair like autumn, her winter eyes . . . I will never see her spring. Never see her blossom and bloom and burst forth from the dark and cold. Petals unfurling, hair uncurling as it cascades down her backβ
He forced his eyes open. Even now he didnβt dare to dream of her. And what a waste of all the beauty heβd hoarded away in his mind. A thousand tender images he never dare retrieve. Of the long slope of her neck, a loose strand of hair looping the curve of her ear, the delicate arch of her fingers as she held a quill.
His breath fogged the air in front of him and he felt his eyes water as though it were smoke.
Sansa, brave Sansa. Oh he wanted to tell her. Needed to tell her.
Iβm dying, he thought again, but it was not half so peaceful now. A sudden desperation was taking holdβthe fervor of a deadman. But without think on his madness, with a cry and a grunt, he pushed himself onto his side, and then onto his front, and with his one good hand he began clawing at the frozen earth and started to crawl.
He pulled himself across the yard, through the massacre, and over the scores of bodies. There was no much blood it was hard to know just how much of it was his. He was not strong, not fast or even very alive, and his arm and leg were screaming for reprieve as he hauled himself towards the crypts.
He was dying, and she would never know. For, fool that he was, he had never told her. And he could not abide his own failings. He had to tell her, all of it, every last word. He had to . . .
But then he remembered. Locked. The crypts are locked. There would be no way in.
And death was coming, headlong and undeterred by his passions. His arm burned while the rest of him chilled, and Kade felt the coolness of the ground rush up to meet him. He had to tell her, but that darkest darkness was wrapping around him. Oh but she knows.
House of the Dragon +Β in memoriam: Harwin Strong
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CHARLES LECLERC & MAX VERSTAPPEN
oops another oc :: jaina skywalker β³Β blood must have blood
The Jedi. The Apprentice. The Pilot.
It had always been the three of them. Even before the First Order, before the burning of the Jedi Temple, before the disappearance of Luke Skywalker, there was a trio that stood to rival the one that had saved them from the Empire. But like everything good, they fell apart.
The Jedi disappeared into the vastness of space, much like her father, hiding under any name she could, just to escape the clutches of the Knights that had burned her life down with a simple wave of their fingers.
The Apprentice embraced the shadows, unloved and unwanted as he scoured the galaxy for the one person who understood him better than anyone, desperate for the connection heβd lost all those years ago.
The Pilot was left behind to pick up the pieces, thrusting himself into reckless scenarios and the newly formed resistance. But his two friends remained forever ingrained in his head, appearing in dreams he never remembered.
And then, while on a diplomatic mission to Mandalore to try and rally more troops to their cause, Poe Dameron comes across the figure from his dreams. The woman whoβd once been his best friend. Jaina Skywalker is as enigmatic as her father, but Poe knows that she could never refuse a good fight.
So he gives her one.
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coming out of my cage purely because @reyskestis talking about her SW ocs made me think of her
BOOK COVERS :: BLOODLINE ( the witcher s1 - s3 )
Kiana of Cintra was a failure.Β She failed at producing magic the way her sister had, she failed at being the princess her mother wanted, and when the time came to save her niece from the hands of Nilfgaard she had failed at that too.Β Queen Calanthe had charged her own daughter with the safety of Pavettaβs child and Kiana had lost her amongst the madness and chaos of Cintraβs fall.Β A chaos her mother had spent trying to help her daughters master after that fateful feast.Β Kiana of Cintra was a failure. but Kya the Woodwitch was not.Β Kya provided the people of Novigrad with their herbal remedies and soothing cures.Β Kya smiled and shared stories with the merchants decorating their tables and selling their wares.Β It was Kya who healed them with what little magic she possessed, and it was Kya who took in the Witcher and his Bard when theyβd been injured.Β Kya who froze instantly upon hearing the name Geralt of Rivia.Β Kya, who was now forced to return to the life sheβd known before the fall, as the Witcher and his Bard escort her back to Cintra in the hopes of passing her off as the missing Princess Kiana to earn their coin.Β The meeting feels more like chance than anything, but the threads of destiny are at work, drawing Geralt of Rivia and Kiana of Cintra closer together than ever before.Β
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Carlos reacting to Landoβs crash:
just heartbreaking.