@eimaorev -- ;
“Nox, can you maybe do something about your birds? They keep pecking at me. Any more and maybe I really will bake them into a pie.”
@allpeechykeen -- ;
“ʿAfwan -ʿuḏran--” she begins, but it’s cut short. She can’y speak that here. The tongue her father spoke in sleep, and awoke to the dulcet lullabies sung by her beloved mother. Maryam came from the desert, from the banks of the Euphrates despite being born from two unexpected places. The sun doesn’t belong in these depths, they remind. The sun for the flawed king, he spoke. Maryam smiles with an affable shrug, but she’s not small and submissive like men like them to be. “Late night, you know? I swear, feels like getting hit by a train when you have to wake up early and all.”
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Rio Aceso - Gui Machado
Man, it’s been what--a whole month? Anyway, guys, the promised renovation has finally been completed! Maryam’s back in business with some much-needed changes, and I have to say, it’s good to be back.
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What was it she was staring at? —–No.. W h o ? Saya couldn’t help but feel the cold stone creeping, growing along her skin. Ice spread in her lungs and she stood frozen before the other. Wide eyed and in disbelief, Saya stared upon her Mother. T h e M o t h e r . But Joel’s recordings— His diary—
All wrong…
There was a sharp breath let out in a sigh. All she could do was blink.
“ .. Thi–.. This can’t be.. “
A part of Saya felt like she should be sobbing, groping for her mother’s embrace as she begged for answers. For forgiveness? For something… Then the other half wailed like a siren to FULFILL her PURPOSE.——–
She fought both parts, tremors easing as she stood calm. Her eyes fell to the space between them and her expression vacated. Static screamed within. She pulled in a breath and let herself think.
“ I did have questions, but none of them matter anymore. It’s too late… Mother. “
She had barely known who Joel even was, of the monster whom took her children from her womb and wrested them from her. Taken because they weren’t human and their lives weren’t their own. It made her throat close and tears spring to her eyes and she chokes back a sob. Everything was collapsing in around her. Because her searching had finally come to its fruition, only for what?
A daughter who likely hated her. Just as much as she imagined Diva did.
At least Saya had been the one to name her, ultimately. Better her than those beasts, but...she couldn’t stop it. She felt as though someone had stuck thorn into her flesh, embed every point to a junction of raw and ceaseless pain.
“I’m so sorry. You must...despise me.”
Her voice is so small and feeble, arms folding and head bowing. Maryam isn’t sure what she should do, because a mistake could cost her her life. The dark turquoise of her gaze lifts with a miserable hope, pleading soulfully to her daughter.
“I know. I just wish I would have been there sooner--”
you don't even pick up the phone anymore!!!
“–Huh?” Maryam quipped blankly before she realized who it was, gazing sidelong before her expression attempted to look apologetic. “I’m sorry, Nox, but I’ve just had my hands full with my cute family. Wanna see pictures? I have lots!”
@serratingroses -- ;
{ the queens ♔}
Giggling like a nymph, the blue rose trotted over to her grandmother as she wraps white arms around, nuzzling her face to her in comfort of her lavender and coconut smell.
“well….We could go for some black pudding.”
as in, sausages made with bbllloooooddd
“Oh, woe is me! I just can’t say no to these cute faces. Whatever shall I do?”
The lament is made in jest, of course, but Maryam can’t help the smile that spans as the younger Queen comes and embraces her first. Bronzed arms return it gladly, planting a jolly kiss on her crown before releasing.
“Now, why don’t we get started?”
@otonaashi -- ;
So many years. How weak Maryam felt. How detached and maligned it all seemed. She wasn’t sure whether she wished to collapse and kiss the soil and thank Allah in immediate dua, or break down sobbing because of what she hadn’t been able to do. Raise her daughters unlike what those monsters had done to them. She tremulous, she’s nervous; will she be hated. Vehemently?
“I...you must have so many questions, Saya...my dearest...”
“Ah, the family is coming back together again. I’m so happy.~”
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“You almost remind me of the stories about Lady Nightingale, sister.” Maxima pause “Oh, I’m sorry I could not prevent myself from watching you train! I was not aware that chantry sisters were so proficient in fighting!”
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“Lady Nightengale?” Maryam echoed, drawn into the woman’s proximity with interest flitting upon her coppery features. “Oh, I’m actually not a sister, mademoiselle. I’m a Reverend Mother, but thank you. It’s best to be in top form, really. I can’t depend on Templars for everything.”
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Cult Logic by, Miike Snow
@voxlupi -- ;
His gaze still focused on the young Mother he was accompanying, Fenris cocked his head to the side. There was something puppy-like to the otherwise serious demeanor. He did not understand. “Do you not consider Orlais your home…?”
She paused with a short sigh, head bowing. Even if she was grateful for Fenris’ company, much of her felt foolish--like a child whining to a war veteran about a mere scrape. Still, her smile was forlorn, trying to muster some scrape of gratitude for what she hoped was concern.
“It’s hard to, after discovering so many abhorrent things about it.”
@morethanjustwords -- ;
The Fingers were desperately chilled so early in the autumn, vales of fog pocketing valleys and darkening the fjords that plunged from the coast. Snow threatened the horizon, breaths misting thick plumes that caused even their hardy mounts to occasionally shiver. Even the Essosi, so guarded by the death’s embrace of the Great Stranger, seemed some perturbed from the vastness, the damp chill. The roads upon which they plodded were gratefully devoid of bandits, but a greater fear loomed: that of the Lady Stoneheart, or even the pack led by a massive direwolf that was rumored to prove the North. Picking its way down a steep incline, Maryam turned towards the Bravosi Red Priests at her back, “Take care, lest Lady Stoneheart mistake you for a Frey or bannerman of the Lannisters.”
For she was the last fright they need encounter on their journey south. But anything could happen on their way towards the Eyrie.
@ixmthevoice -- ;
After all this time, and she’d failed. The ache her chest was splitting and raw as she faced her daughter for the first time, wanting nothing more than to embrace and soothe her--to make up for all the years lost. But, Maryam feels paralyzed where she stands. Much of her wants to sing, to muster something operatic they could duet and better outlet decades of lost emotions. But the elder Blue Queen can only stand, can only tremble.
“Diva...I’m so sorry,” she murmured brokenly.