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I am going to speak tonight. There is a chance of accusations against myself and Astarion that we would rather face standing upright.
Within the parameters of the accusation, I think it most likely I harmed your Paul. I do not wish you to hear this from any other, nor in the crowd.
If it is me, justice is yours.
Within the parameters of the accusation, I think it most likely I harmed your Paul. I do not wish you to hear this from any other, nor in the crowd.
If it is me, justice is yours.
[it is not a message alia wants, not by half -- her suspicions linger on the unknown, the sneaking, the unfamiliar. her circle is small by design, but each in it is above reproach, in her eyes.
so, her response is prompt:] With what evidence?
Your magics do not require blood. You are no butcher, to my knowledge.
If you would ask me not to argue, for the sake of your beloved, I will grant this.
But I will not accept your name as guilty, until all is revealed.
so, her response is prompt:] With what evidence?
Your magics do not require blood. You are no butcher, to my knowledge.
If you would ask me not to argue, for the sake of your beloved, I will grant this.
But I will not accept your name as guilty, until all is revealed.
alia i need a favor and theres not time to rehash the details so
( sending her a screenshot of his conversation with embry. )
im asking you to vote with me
ive got a gut feeling we're right about faith and no one is paying attention
( sending her a screenshot of his conversation with embry. )
im asking you to vote with me
ive got a gut feeling we're right about faith and no one is paying attention
[ after a few days back at the mansion, sarah tracks down some stationary and pens. she hasn't gotten to know many people well, but there's a handful of people she's gotten close enough to, through one method or another, that she wants to say something to before leaving, and alia's one of them.
one afternoon, she'll find the following letter under her door: ]
Alia -
I don't know how you knew, about what happened to me on the island. But I appreciate what you told me.
I'm going to try to go back. There are a lot more who weren't there at the same time I was, who did the same thing to others like me. I want to make them pay.
I hope you stay safe. Thank you.
- Sarah
No, you always orgasm before making any big decisions
[this message comes about a day after this — and with some consideration on his part about what people have said; the anonymity makes him potentially much less trustworthy.]
I'm Cassian. The post was mine.
I read the book that you recommended. The first one. I'm about to start the second.
I'm Cassian. The post was mine.
I read the book that you recommended. The first one. I'm about to start the second.
[ when she gets her phone back from cassian after a few hours of angry pacing and finding a few walls to punch holes into, she sends a message to alia with the book flipped to the pages where he had found the drawing of grace (which is, notably, not visible in the picture. ]
is there a significance to this particular part of the book?
[ she'd be more polite than this if the stakes were lower, maybe say hello. but. ]
is there a significance to this particular part of the book?
[ she'd be more polite than this if the stakes were lower, maybe say hello. but. ]
[the locking of the question, the intensity of the question -- alia marvels at it quietly, wondering and curious. her investment is minute, moderate, at the moment, more intrigued than alarmed.]
All stories have significance, in all parts of them.
If I were to draw attention to this place, it would be to how alone, unprotected, helpless our heroine is. How abandoned.
Why?
All stories have significance, in all parts of them.
If I were to draw attention to this place, it would be to how alone, unprotected, helpless our heroine is. How abandoned.
Why?
[ A slender thread of awareness, knowledge welling like the rising of blood from a wound. He traces his thumb over the brushstrokes of Alina's painting, remembering the afternoons he sat for her, reclaiming something unnameable and precious for himself he had long thought forgotten. Remembering the boy he guided, whose pale thighs he once parted with gentle hands, whose corpse he strung from a butcher's roof. ]
Alia. [ Soft, soft. As one might speak in a holy place, to a figure of holiness. Worshipful, but not fearful. An offering. ]
Alia. [ Soft, soft. As one might speak in a holy place, to a figure of holiness. Worshipful, but not fearful. An offering. ]
[in a cobblestone square, alia seeks justice. in fire and ash and smoke, she receives it. the scales are balanced by the reverence for brush, for blush, for the two lodestars of alia’s soul, now silent, now beyond her reach.
so: she doesn’t recoil from armand’s presence in her mind, armand’s worship, his offering of a bent knee, a bowed head. had he been arrogant, brash, posturing, would she have allowed his presence to stay within her? likely no, but alia atreides is a fickle, capricious creature, as we all know. perhaps.
but: he genuflects, he humbles his keen, deadly edge. alia responds to his thoughts with sun, sand, wind filled with spice, a faraway desert world where paul sits crowned in glory with alina at his side. an impossible possibility, but in a place where all worlds are simultaneous: why not?]
The Voice from the Outer World was never mine to grasp for long. It is not written that we would live our days together. This place gave me time, Armand. More time that I had in our life together.
A thing to celebrate, yes?
so: she doesn’t recoil from armand’s presence in her mind, armand’s worship, his offering of a bent knee, a bowed head. had he been arrogant, brash, posturing, would she have allowed his presence to stay within her? likely no, but alia atreides is a fickle, capricious creature, as we all know. perhaps.
but: he genuflects, he humbles his keen, deadly edge. alia responds to his thoughts with sun, sand, wind filled with spice, a faraway desert world where paul sits crowned in glory with alina at his side. an impossible possibility, but in a place where all worlds are simultaneous: why not?]
The Voice from the Outer World was never mine to grasp for long. It is not written that we would live our days together. This place gave me time, Armand. More time that I had in our life together.
A thing to celebrate, yes?
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