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WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU
The Moon You’re deeply creative and intuitive, and many people find you mysterious. You can be manipulative and have a dark side that you’re good at hiding, and maybe have a few skeletons in your closet. That said, there’s a distinct dreamlike quality about you — some might even say psychic.
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“You’re not at all what I imagined after Lambert’s stories,” the witcher comments after a brief moment of studying the other.
"I'm hardly surprised," She smiles, a little cheekily, a little knowingly, "The true extent of my beauty is almost impossible to articulate."
“When all else around her fell to ruin, she sighed—"What a pity"— and built a castle upon the decay, a throne from nothing”
— from “Queens and Heroines and the Like” | d.x.y
“i asked her how do you kill a king she laughed who still believes in kings?”
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and it sounded like his final gasp | kmp
((for @nepenthenet‘s prompt “how to kill a king”))
“Gold runs in our blood.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves.
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xxi the worldcompletion, accomplishment, harmonythe journey has come to it’s end, it is time to celebrate before the cycle begins again.
“Did you hear the news?” Keira rushes, before properly greeting the chestnut haired sorceress. Triss flickers in the megascope image, pale and blue, a ghostly shadow of her real vibrance. “I did not think we—or anyone, for that matter—would live to hear the words Saint Philippa Eilhart.”
How unbelievable, how cruel, how utterly absurd, yet how poetic an ending for someone like Philippa. A sorceress, a spy, an adviser to kings, a traitor, a villain, a lady, a sister, a mentor, a martyr: now and remembered forever. Keira thinks of Philippa and aches for the loss of her, aches for the pain she caused them all, blames her and misses her so keenly her bones ache, her heart aches, her soul aches. She is old now too, with decades and centuries of wasted time.
“She was a vile old witch,” Keira says, and though callous her words are laden with affection (and something like love), “She deserves nothing less, I hope Radovid is turning in his grave.”