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Velia Aster - Lingua Ignota
« on: May 10, 2023, 10:44:33 AM »
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OOC trigger warning: Animal sacrifice
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There's an old ritual for cleansing any lingering ill intent or malevolent spirits from a place.

Hang the bough of a great willow across a threshold and burn an offering of myrrh and black wool beneath it, then break the branch.

And finally – a holocaust at midnight – a sheep will suffice.

As if stuck in some perpetual state of limbo, this one inconsequential rite is what comes to surface when I think of home. Yet, I am unable to recall how I came about such cabalism. What I do remember however, is the smell…
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Re: Velia Aster - Lingua Ignota
« Reply #1 on: May 28, 2023, 12:40:37 PM »
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Am I wrong for trying to leave, for wanting more? We gathered at sunset, as is tradition. I wore the silkflowers you gave me, while I brought the masks we had made together the day before.

I the little magpie, and you the lazy forest cat.
Because you said that I liked pretty things, and then I would tease you for always lounging in the sun.

The air felt so sticky for November festivities, and the amber wine made it all the more warmer. Tumbling, dizzyingly dazed, distracted from the distant revelry we delighted in the decadent draught.

They say that the art of love is to be passed on. To worthy lovers, and to those worthy of love.

But was I ever truly worthy?
Evil watches, evil waits, goodness stumbles, evil takes.

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Re: Velia Aster - Lingua Ignota
« Reply #2 on: May 29, 2023, 02:46:10 PM »
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I once had a beautiful homeland
The willow trees grew so tall there
The violets nodded gently, gently
It was a dream

That kissed me in Darkonese and spoke in Darkonese
— You wouldn't believe how good it sounded —
The word: "I love you, I love you!"
It was a dream
The word: "I love you, I love you!"
Evil watches, evil waits, goodness stumbles, evil takes.