actually, you know who i really want to meet the raven queen? cassandra.
because, let’s face it, cass is an improbable survivor, even when set against the likes of vox machina. she survived the massacre in her castle’s halls for a week. she survived, to some extent, three arrows to the chest – would this child know the difference between resurrection sickness and the pain of mortal recovery? she survived her first rebellion, because delilah wanted her – as daughter, as a sacrifice, as a prize. she survived the ritual for vecna only because vox machina ensured it failed –
– but did she? cassandra de rolo died in the snow when her brother left her. cassandra briarwood died when delilah fell in the tunnels and vecna screamed behind a wall that still stood. cassandra died, and died, and cassandra … cassandra is.
(i live as long as whitestone lives, percy tells keyleth after he has spent too many years running too far away from whitestone to understand that whitestone is pelor’s sun tree and ioun’s fallen temple far more than it is a cluster of houses and some crypts. cassandra knows. cassandra dies and lives again every time whitestone passes to new hands.)
it’s funny, really, how she’s only now free to want death, now that the worst things in her life are gone, now that her brother is safe and her town is free and her future expands before her once more. to die against or with the briarwoods would never be an end. to die now would be to sleep, and she is so, so tired.
(i am not a holy woman, she says to her brother’s foreign friends as the ghosts of her ancestors swarm around them, and the space in her heart and soul where the raven queen and erathis once fought for her resurrection aches and aches.)
cass spends a lot of time at the raven queen’s shrine anyway, thinking about the moments of death that she’s passed through and the ones she’s been denied. about the undead she’s killed, the ones she’s almost summoned, the ones she’s almost loved. why am i still here, again? she thinks, over and over, but she is so very tired, and not quite brave enough to ask.
(how do you do it? she asks vax one day, his wing curled around her as their feet dangle above zephra’s clouds. how do you see death, and love it, and want it and still – she rests her head on his shoulder, feels the raven feathers in his braids tickle her cheek, and does not finish her sentence.
because she loves me too, he says, and it is answer enough.)
the next time she goes to the raven queen’s shrine, she says, i will prove you were right to let me stay, and she is sure she sees the statue smile.
Me: I will use this ouija board to summon… Friends: *all get shudders* Me: Ghost types for Pokémon Go. Friends: What the fuck, speak to Beth, we need to know how she died- Me: GENGAR IF YOU’RE THERE *app turns itself on* Friends: HOLY SHIT
o1. old friends darren korb //
o2. when you were young noisettes // o3. laughing with a mouth of blood st. vincent // o4. trophy bat for lashes // o5. various storms & saints florence + the machine // o6. take me to church neon jungle // o7. elastic heart SIA // o8. hum clara c // o9. joan of arc arcade fire // 10. happy marina and the diamonds
So it was my confirmation Today! This is what I wore (I was gonna try and get a picture in front of the temple but I didn’t have time). So the gift of the Holy ghost. I had talked to my friend and she said she went hot all over so I was expecting that but it didn’t happen to me. I shook, my whole body felt like it was a massive earthquake shaking through me, and my heart was beating so fast (not sure if that bit was nerves though lol). It was amazing. The church is amazing and I love everyone.
There’s this married guy at my office who’s beyond sexy. I’m talking blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular and he wears a nice tailored suit everyday. He’d be the perfect SD.. PERRRRFFEECCTTT!
I don’t know about y’all but I love a man in a suit! Yes Lawd! *Catches the Holy Ghost*
He flirts with me every single day. He’s also my friend on Facebook and he likes almost everything I post. Every now and then he’ll come by my office with Starbucks or some type of sweet treat because he knows that I love sweets. Anyway, it’s taking everything in me not to walk in his office, grab him by the tie and say “Fuck Me”… I know he wants me. I can tell by the way he looks at me.
I want him sooooooo bad! He can put his creamer in my coffee ANY DAY! I just want a taste! Bad Chanel 💋😏