Lay down your sweet and weary head. Night is falling, you have come to journey's end. Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before. They are calling from across the distant shore. Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms you're only sleeping
I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell, beaten and broken and chased from the land but I rise up above it, high up above it and see. I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak ; the branches, the bones of the liars, the thieves. Rise up above it, high up above it and see.
Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Je mettrais Lorkhan sur le trône, Lehvinia pour toute reine
you won't be leaving here unharmed
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Ou je t'obligerais à écouter les monologues barbants de Greer pendant des heures.
Je. Euh. Erm. Je sais, je devrais m'enterrer sous une tonne et demie de fumier pour être aussi goujat et n'avoir toujours pas répondu… Trop de magnificence chez Greer, je ne puis rien répondre d'aussi somptueux
Du coup je vais y aller soft. Histoire de pas trop pousser le bouchon : Je te teindrais en brune.
you won't be leaving here unharmed
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Ou je t'obligerais à écouter les monologues barbants de Greer pendant des heures.
Je. Euh. Erm. Je sais, je devrais m'enterrer sous une tonne et demie de fumier pour être aussi goujat et n'avoir toujours pas répondu… Trop de magnificence chez Greer, je ne puis rien répondre d'aussi somptueux
Du coup je vais y aller soft. Histoire de pas trop pousser le bouchon : Je te teindrais en brune.
Ah, non, t'inquiète, y'avait même pas de pique là-dessous, ça ne m'avait même pas effleuré l'esprit d'ailleurs. Et puis on avait dit que ce serait un topic bonbon qui n'est pas du tout urgent. C'est un peu comme une radiant quest, tu fais ça quand tu en as envie (enfin, moi je vois ça comme ça), alors ne te bile même pas, c'est inutile de t'excuser vu qu'il n'y a aucun tort de causé. (allez, viens voir Sysy )
Et du coup, comme torture, bah j'imagine que je ferais en sorte que Malen te retrouve (« I don't know where you are, I don't know who you are, but I will find you and I will kill you. » pardon, c'était plus fort que moi ) et te viole à son tour dans un temple.
it lies in all of us
« It will stir... Open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have ? »
Sinon pour Sysy, d'être obligée d'assister au rituel amoureux entre Lorkhy & Lehvi (comme dans GoT lors des mariages xD)
Things We Lost in the Fire
∞ When the days are cold and the cards all fold. And the saints we see are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all and the blood’s run stale. I wanna hide the truth. I wanna shelter you. But with the beast inside, there’s nowhere we can hide. — #d42845
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Lay down your sweet and weary head. Night is falling, you have come to journey's end. Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before. They are calling from across the distant shore. Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms you're only sleeping
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Trop de magnificence chez Greer, je ne puis rien répondre d'aussi somptueux 
(allez, viens voir Sysy 
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