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#3

All my agony fades when you hold me in your embrace

And in the waking hours of the darkest night, what is there left but the empty comfort of the cold moonlight? When the darkness is endless, the gleaming light of stars but infinitesimal blinking, trails like silver tears shed across the lonely expanse. Silence, great and heavy, suffocates like the weight of a thousand planets. Yet as fragile as the cry of a child lost to the far reaches of time.

“What is there left?” I hear you ask, a tiny voice in a towering night.

Oh what is there, indeed.

It is in those hours, when there seems no one but you in this delicate world. In those hours that heroes rise or fall, villains conquer or fade. In those hours that you will discover yourself in the truth of the quiet, in the verity of the shadows.

So will you succumb to the ghosts that haunt you? Or will you embrace your demons and cast off the shackles of your past?

Lumaris & Aelin



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Played by Offline Darkrise [PM] Posts: 3 — Threads: 0
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#4

Two damaged people trying to heal each other

And in the waking hours of the darkest night, what is there left but the empty comfort of the cold moonlight? When the darkness is endless, the gleaming light of stars but infinitesimal blinking, trails like silver tears shed across the lonely expanse. Silence, great and heavy, suffocates like the weight of a thousand planets. Yet as fragile as the cry of a child lost to the far reaches of time.

“What is there left?” I hear you ask, a tiny voice in a towering night.

Oh what is there, indeed.

It is in those hours, when there seems no one but you in this delicate world. In those hours that heroes rise or fall, villains conquer or fade. In those hours that you will discover yourself in the truth of the quiet, in the verity of the shadows.

So will you succumb to the ghosts that haunt you? Or will you embrace your demons and cast off the shackles of your past?

That is love
C | I


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#5

LUMARIS
A place for a nice and simple quote

"Clear off while you're still in one piece!" roared the creature, less sure of himself. "Because if you don't, then—"

"Then what?" interrupted Geralt.

The monster suddenly gasped and tilted his monstrous head. "Look at him, isn't he brave?" He spoke calmly, baring his fangs and glowering at Geralt with bloodshot eyes. "Lower that iron, if you please. Perhaps you've not realized you're in my courtyard? Or maybe it's customary, wherever you come from, to threaten people with swords in their own courtyards?"

"It is customary," Geralt agreed, "when faced with people who greet their guests with a roar and the cry that they're going to tear you to pieces."

― Andrzej Sapkowski



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#6


And in the waking hours of the darkest night, what is there left but the empty comfort of the cold moonlight? When the darkness is endless, the gleaming light of stars but infinitesimal blinking, trails like silver tears shed across the lonely expanse. Silence, great and heavy, suffocates like the weight of a thousand planets. Yet as fragile as the cry of a child lost to the far reaches of time.

“What is there left?” I hear you ask, a tiny voice in a towering night.

Oh what is there, indeed.

It is in those hours, when there seems no one but you in this delicate world. In those hours that heroes rise and fall, villains conquer or fade. In those hours that you will discover yourself in the truth of the quiet, in the verity of the shadows.

So will you succumb to the ghosts that haunt you? Or will you embrace your demons and cast off the shackles of your past?



Lumaris
broken boy; tell me what it's like to burn



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<br><p><hr></p><div style="padding: 20px; font: 25px 'Cinzel', serif; color: #382846; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 20px;"><b>Lumaris</b><div style="font: 14px 'Cinzel', serif; color: #000; line-height: 7px;">broken boy; tell me what it's like to burn</div></div>
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Played by Offline Darkrise [PM] Posts: 3 — Threads: 0
Signos: 140
Dawn Court Soldier
Male [He / Him / His] // 11 [Year 493 Winter] // 18.1 hh // Hth: 9 — Atk: 11 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#7


spice up that quote

“Together we will destroy the Resistance—and the last Jedi.”

“Perhaps,” Snoke conceded. “It has come to our notice that the droid we seek is aboard the Millennium Falcon, once again in the hands of your father, Han Solo. Even you, master of the Knights of Ren, have never faced such a test.”

Ren considered his reply carefully. “It does not matter. He means nothing to me. My allegiance is with you. No one will stand in our way.”

Snoke nodded. “We shall see. We shall see.”




— Alan Dean Foster

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Played by Offline Darkrise [PM] Posts: 3 — Threads: 0
Signos: 140
Dawn Court Soldier
Male [He / Him / His] // 11 [Year 493 Winter] // 18.1 hh // Hth: 9 — Atk: 11 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#8


And in the waking hours of the darkest night, what is there left but the empty comfort of the cold moonlight? When the darkness is endless, the gleaming light of stars but infinitesimal blinking, trails like silver tears shed across the lonely expanse. Silence, great and heavy, suffocates like the weight of a thousand planets. Yet as fragile as the cry of a child lost to the far reaches of time.

“What is there left?” I hear you ask, a tiny voice in a towering night.

Oh what is there, indeed.

It is in those hours, when there seems no one but you in this delicate world. In those hours that heroes rise and fall, villains conquer or fade. In those hours that you will discover yourself in the truth of the quiet, in the verity of the shadows.

So will you succumb to the ghosts that haunt you? Or will you embrace your demons and cast off the shackles of your past?



Lumaris
"Look- his hands drip with blood!"



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<br><p><hr></p><div style="padding: 20px; font: 25px 'Cinzel', serif; color: #76422C; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 20px;"><b>Lumaris</b><div style="font: 14px 'Cinzel', serif; color: #000; line-height: 7px;">"Look- his hands drip with blood!"</div></div>
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