How do i text? How do i know if the conversation has ended or not? I have no clue what to answer 😤
How do i text? How do i know if the conversation has ended or not? I have no clue what to answer 😤
i’m here but kinda with low energy. i’m in mood for ‘one liner thing’. you can like this post and specify which one you wanna harley or harleen. or if anyone wanna dm to plot i’m here.
Got tagged by @lvpercalia
Rules - We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.
1. Muse - Undisclosed Desires
2. No Doubt - Suspension without suspense
3. Pearl Jam - Jeremy
4. El cuarteto de nos - Cuando sea grande
5. Placebo - Bionic
6. Los Rodriguez - Dulce Condena
7. Chancho en piedra - El impostor
8. R.E.M - Me in honey
9. Gorillaz - Empire Ants
10. Bump of Chicken - Hoshi no tori
No estuvo tan mal aunque me salte artistas repetidos cuando salían
It was the sound of dripping water that woke up Isaiah first, but it was when the drops landed on his forehead that he sat up abruptly. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he raised his other with a low grumble, before turning it into a fist. The drops froze to ice in the air, shattering to the floor, while the top ones froze all the way up to the leaks in the roof. Running his hand through his hair, he got out of the bed; slowly working his way into proper clothes. With the dripping gone, all he could hear was the muffled sound of the rain striking the roof outside. Glancing upwards, pressing his hand against his neck instead, he wandered downstairs through the keep’s winding staircases, where even the muffled rain faded in the distance.
He was expecting to hear the clatter of Vesemir working in the kitchen or the main hall, but there was nothing but eerie silence that met him. The doors and windows were locked, even the fire in the kitchen had started to die out. The mage hurried with putting a few logs into it, brushing his hands together as he looked around before it dawned on him. Vesemir had left much earlier that morning. Like he said he would. That meant the last Witcher had departed Kaer Morhen for now, leaving Isaiah alone in the large keep. Isaiah had been aware of this for some time. It was an inevitable fact he had tried to accept from the start; ever since he had arrived early in spring. Radovid’s word had spread far and wide; burning everything Isaiah had known and cared for.
First the fall of the Brotherhood; while not all too related, it had dealt a heavy blow to the mage. Then the time of uncertainty, watching as things became less and less safe for the mages. Until the Mage Hunts began in earnest. No place was safe anymore, except Kaer Morhen. No one would go all the way out there just to maybe find a mage. He was safe… but he was in the place he liked the least. Alone out in the woods, where only silence beckoned him. It felt as if he was back in isolation as a young man; when he’d broken the laws in the Brotherhood in order to protect a friend. Just ten days in there, with no contact with anyone; had nearly broken him. Ever since then, he hated the silence, he hated being alone. Alone meant failure and pain.
But he had to suck it up now, didn’t he? Vesemir or any of the other Witchers couldn’t stay at the valley all year, baby sitting him. The mage hunts were still on going, claiming lives left and right and if they didn’t find any mages… they went after anyone not human. He went about his business, heating up tea and tried his best to ignore the boiling anxiety under the surface of his skin, as he sat in silence with it. How each clink of the cup echoed in the main hall.
Isaiah was good at keeping himself busy; there was an entire library here that needed re-organizing, books needed to be re-written with fresh ink to keep precious knowledge from fading. None of the Witchers were particularly good at cleaning either, so he found plenty of work in the corners of the keep; putting things in proper order. Luckily, he could also carry a tune; which entertained him greatly at the start with how well his voice could carry in the main hall. And no one could tell him off for singing loudly either! Dancing about in his evening robe to the crackling fire, practising his voice, became a standard evening for him.
While most of the work could be done within a few days, maybe weeks; the library was the gruesome task that would take many months. He’d done it before at the Brotherhood, but he had always had company. Had somewhere to retreat to, someone to talk with. Exchange ideas with. Loneliness and fear were his only companions; the latter keeping him from leaving the valley to seek out someone, anyone at this rate. And he couldn’t risk communicating with any other mage through portals or other means. Bad sleep had always accompanied him as well; and he noticed that as the weeks passed and turned into two months, he seemed to sleep less and less. Woke up at nothing in the night, unable to find any restful sleep afterwards; nightmares had become a frequent visitor; ironically, they were as lonely as his awake existence.
It’s only for now. They’ll come back. Sooner or later.
He told himself those words every day now, finding himself sitting out in the courtyard every day, his gaze resting nervously over the gate. At least the goats kept him company but they were poor conversationalists, and not really all that interested in him. There was far better grazing to be found in the valley, leaving the courtyard as empty as the actual keep.
It had been almost three months now; the summer sun was hot and uncomfortable though for Isaiah that was a short problem, as the natural chill of his body kept him soothingly cold. It was frankly one of the least of his problems, as he was starting to have enough. He had to talk to someone or at least try and find someone human to listen too, even if it was just a peasant cursing at poorly growing crops. That night he left the keep, taking on the shape of a barn owl and flew across the valley; out towards the villages that barely knew of the keep hiding behind the mountains.
It wasn’t the first time he was out flying since spring, but he’d been reluctant to leave the valley back then. It cleared his head somewhat, but he felt too anxious to enjoy it, black eyes perched on a few fires in the distance of a bigger village. A celebration of some kind, he imagined, why else would there be so many pyres and people gathered in the same village. Lowering himself to the ground, keeping his wings steady, he landed carefully on one of the roof tops; eyes wide and hopeful, as he listened to the drunken cheers of people crowding around the pyres.
His hopes were cut short by the shrill scream at one of the fires; turning his head in that direction, slowly realizing what was going on. It wasn’t a celebration.
It was an execution.
The sorceress was already tied to a pole; with both ropes and dimeritium chains; both being licked by the raising flames. Isaiah lifted from his perch, flying low over the crowd, as the screaming increased in intensity. He made the mistake of flying over the pyre, inhaling the scent of burning flesh but also that blasted metal that seemed to burn a mage, no matter what form. While it’d hardly melt in the fire already, whatever magic that worked in it travelled up with the smoke; giving him a sharp headache out of nowhere. His wings lost their rhythm, staggering in the air until he managed to pass the smoke and back out in fresh air. Taking a deep breath, he circled around again, realising he’d caught someone’s attention. They were pointing, screaming something to each other.
Perhaps his behaviour struck them as odd, maybe they’d just heard the rumours of mages and owls being connected. Whatever it was, they didn’t like it; as a crossbow bolt shot past him in the air out of nowhere.
Internally, he fought his mind; to help the woman, or to think of himself. The last time he’d tried helping someone he’d ended up with the scar on his back; nearly killing himself. Vesemir had told him to lay low and not attract attention; attacking a whole village would attract attention for sure. It’d start a witch hunt right outside of Kaer Morhen. Even the Witchers would be in danger. Closing his eyes, he made his choice; beating his wings firmly to bring himself high up in the sky, far away from the humans’ sight and range.
It was a heavy flight back to the keep, the screams of the woman still lingering in his head. Instead of silence, he now had the anguished death cries of her in his head. And they’d haunt his sleep for the next days.
After his horrendous venture outside the valley; Isaiah didn’t dare to leave again; he barely dared to exit the keep itself. Instead locking the doors and windows, in case someone had by some miracle tracked him to the keep. He’d contracted a strange cough ever since flying into the smoke, so he nursed it with hot water to avoid running out of the last tea that was around. The supplies in general were starting to dwindle, at least distracting him enough where he’d start to plan traps or another risky venture outside to just buy some food. Though, he really didn’t like to do the latter. Probably wouldn’t need to since he knew Vesemir was bound to show up soon, after his supply hunt.
Unless they’d all just left him here to be alone for the rest of the whole summer and fall too. It was a thought that was cruel to both himself and the Witchers.
It was a thought he couldn’t stomach, adding to the nausea he already felt most days now; the guilt gnawing at him. More of it; watching his fellow mages dying while he hid away. It never seemed to end and if it even did end, where would it end? Nursing the mug of hot water between his hands; he sat bundled up by the fire in the kitchen, on the furs draped across the floor. It was down here he felt most at home now because it was here the energy from the others seemed to be the strongest. Biting his lip, he rubbed the brink of his nose with one hand, before dropping it to his knees which were pulled up against his chest. Drawing in his breath sharply, he started singing an old song he’d heard once; his voice quiet and shaking in places where it usually wouldn’t.
”All the stars we steal from the night sky, Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it’ll Never be enough Never be enough.”
His voice broke off at the end, the crackling of the fire loud enough to overpower it as he covered his mouth with the side of his hand. Closed his eyes, only to feel the burning sensation behind them. Swearing under his breath, he dragged the back of his hand across his eyes, wiping away the tears that started to fall. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
Someone should send me asks, idc what about, I'm just feelin rly sociable 2day. 👉🏻👈🏻
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