Indie & Selective
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In the Music, she took little part. But listened intently until the end.

All her love is mingled with ᴩɪᴛy.
For she is the mighty who cries for all the unjust and terrible things that happen in the world, but she is also the one that teaches endurance and wisdom through adversity.

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headcanon

    _{{{ like this for a starter. i’ll probably get them out tomorrow evening.}

diutinusxvir:

_{“…It’s a town drunk—ain’t exactly someone who would even want my help.”}

_{« ..sounds a bit like an excuse not to do anything. simply because someone doesn’t want the help doesn’t mean they don’t need it. »}

         _{« you aren’t really going to just … 
                 leave him like that – are you ? »}

xninths:

     _{му тяυтн}

          _{ιѕ ιη тнє ѕтαяѕ}

hisbrokenwatch:

       “What’s got you so upset?”

            _{«Plenty to be upset about… a great many things.»}

      _{how desperately the word ‘yes’ wants to leap from her tongue
   and taste the freedom of air. but that answer would be a lie —
   a kind fabrication. she is not capable of blatant deception and
   to tell him that grief comes to an end when she has seen that 
   it remains throughout entire lifetimes is something she cannot
   do.}

           _{« you have such an old soul you hide well behind a childish
              disposition. you do already know the answer, do you not? »}

       _{still she would like to tell him that in the end, it hurts less. but
    that too she feels is false. she offers him a small, genuine though
    it may be the solemn tone of his question pollutes it and shows 
    her sympathies plainly in foggy azure hues and the subtle curving
    of her lips.}

           _{« end? no. you will always remember … but you grow from
              from grief and the heaviness it brings. you will be better 
              equipped to help others.}

                                          _{{ a melancholy laugh }}

                                                       _{I know that words like this do not
              mean much. not at the moment — but I hope that when you
              have grown used to the loss that you will remember them.
              that you truly are better for it … that you have made a difference
              in others lives, though they may be short. »}

croyezmxi:

“Are you going to the wake?”

“The funeral is tomorrow.”

“Do you miss him/her?”

“Does the grief ever end?”

“I can’t believe they’re gone.”

“Do you believe in the afterlife?”

“Can you help me bury the body?”

“Their blood is on my hands.”

“He/she died in my arms.”

“I have a month left to live.”

“I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this.”

“I still visit the cemetery.”

“You need to let go.”

“I wish I was the one that died instead.”

“How am I supposed to survive if you’re dead?”

      _{« ησ, you do not — should not.
    for I know you to be the type who brings troubles
    upon themselves for the sake of others.}

         _{think harder. those who are left behind
   ｓｕｆｆｅｒ most. you would not wish that on him.
    I know you would not. The hurt would still be there;
    always present. Only you would not be the one 
    carrying such a heavy heart in your chest.}

          _{It is a simple shifting. Your burden will not
     lighten with time but you will grow strong enough
     to carry it. »}

Please don’t be scared to RP with me, I’m not quality and I’m lonely.

markedasinfernal:

…Nienna, Sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor.’ - Valaquenta, The Silmarillion.

On Live Bait, by Goran-Alena