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hi bob. ([personal profile] sensive) wrote2025-09-21 05:44 pm

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[personal profile] nightsung 2026-02-01 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The whole point of you?

[ serious, where she’d been teasing before. ]

I can take a lot, you know, when our powers aren’t sapped away.

More importantly, I can heal myself in battle. And after, if that’s your concern.
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[personal profile] nightsung 2026-02-01 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
You don’t have to be what someone molded you into.

Even if it feels like that’s all you have. You can choose something else.
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[personal profile] nightsung 2026-02-01 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. I understand that.

I was molded into a weapon, of sorts. I’d rather use my hands for healing. And protecting, like you.

Not a vocation, exactly, but I’d like to live somewhere peaceful with the people I love. And lots of plants and animals.
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[personal profile] nightsung 2026-02-20 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She thinks of this too often, though she feels helpless to make any true choice, trapped as they are: Gale and Astarion, their other companions, her family at home. Stephen in a world she’s never known. Tony consigned to oblivion, unless—

Shadowheart could ask Selûne for one intervention. She doesn’t know how to fit all the pieces together, still feels shackled by Shar and the cult, still needs to see if her parents are truly alive. ]


It’s magic, yes. God-given.

I served a goddess of darkness and loss most of my life. I’m still marked by her, even here. But I forsook her.

A goddess of the moon grants me my powers, now. I think I was meant to be her child from the start.