[private] let's shake this poet out of the beast

[litotes]

boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

The hunger sings. Her melodies are low, suspenseful . . . alluring. She beckons with cold, pale fingers: a pianist and a seductress. One may laugh if Litotes ever thought he stood a chance against her darkly mischievous wiles.

He chases her, hunger, all over Beqanna - mouth watering and bloodied by the cutting teeth of his predatory magic. What was once a desperate, listless wandering has turned into a need to feel something other than . . . nothing. The emptiness in his chest is unbidden, but still it looms and consumes and hollows him out like the dying tree he is. Desperation, he still feels it, but now it is angry: a tornado, or perhaps a hurricane, upturning every one of his thoughts. He needs to focus, this he knows, or he will fixate on vicious indulgences and unending vices.

Tephra and her mother - they await the word of Pangea. Or, is Pangea awaiting the word of Tephra? Lie is not so foolish as to convince himself he was a neutral party in the dragon’s war, but he is curious as to why he has yet to hear from the West. He does not expect a “congratulations,” but perhaps at least a casual “fuck you.”

Litotes sits upon the border of Tephra, lion claws digging into the nutrient rich soil. He can feel Leliana’s earth magic pulsing in all of the plants. He finds it mildly endearing that the jungle’s foliage remains springtime vibrant year round.

Once, he might have called out for a leader’s attention, but the cremello has grown into a quiet and maddened man: upon the invisible line he remains, tail shivering just at the tip. Shadows swirl and whip around him, eventually settling like a fine dawn mist upon his shoulders.

and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?

Litotes

@[leliana] he's trying to be nice........or normal