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she circled once to see the structure of everything，their adoration （…） their submission. the careful illusion of salvation wrapped around something far less merciful. 〝 Sanctuary ...⠀〞 she mutters，slipping into the air as a confession meant only for the dark. 〝 What a delicate word to build a kingdom upon.⠀〞
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the night gathered in the fractures of this *𝐰͟𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐥͟𝐝͟ 𝐭͟𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐞's brilliance，in those thin spaces where radiance stretched too far and began to tear under its own divinity. she moves through the skies as though they belong to her long before this kingdom even dared rise from ruin.
ᅠᅠᅠ.͟.͟ （ g𝐫𝖎͜ ⋆┈ ff𝔦𝑡͟h .@godhandsfifth
It was like a page out of a fairytale, the aformentioned scene a painting. It was too surreal to be true, but that was very much the case. 〝 I hereby deem 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆, within Falconia, to those who shall aid my 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 〞 「͙ ͟.. * #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ♱」
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— teach them all, once more, what true protection looked like.
͙ ͟.. * #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ♱」
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— who had died for the wrong reasons, the frayed black belt at his waist the final knot of an oath that refused to loosen even after eighteen years of burial.
However, he wasn’t alone with his thoughts and the darkness. Whispered, intimate, almost affectionate, like a —
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--much different.
"A blessing..."
Was that the reason her body stood once more? Both hands balling into fists then curling back, fingers grasping the tip of her hat with a sinister smile.
"If that's what we're going to call it, then fine."
Granted another chance at life,--
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⠀
⠀⠀⠀betwixt grounded soil , shaped by triumphant .
‘ we may yet 𝓫egin a new 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆——
one not bound by past failure . ’
︵⏜ ㅤ۫ ⠀#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀⠀♱
⠀
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be too inconvenient to direct her skills to something such as realizing the dream of their leader.
A sense of magic burned in her veins.. There was promise in his decree, she could feel it in her ancient blood. Melodic words lost in the crowd she would murtter to herself.
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a little faith. Convinced that she needed something to fight for till — if she could ever return to Elfhame. The promise that Falconia offered for new beginnings and refuge was too rich to pass up.
Besides, if she could coat her red cap in newer layers of bloodshed… it couldn’t
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—
this close inside Falconia. "His Slayer will pave the way in blood... Your dream is now ours."
#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀
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