4 Works by arcticlanterns
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Shadowheart just wanted to quietly steal a bottle of Baldurian red in an effort to escape her (probably) mandated bedrest, and observe the rambunctious party from afar. Instead, she’s confronted with the culmination of all her best and worst decisions, in the shape of the enigmatic Sword Dancer in front of her.
a cleric of shar who cannot embrace cruelty, and a cleric of eilistraee who cannot embrace joy. tales of two fractured souls finding each other under the shadow of a world-ending threat.
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- Part 3 of beautiful mistakes
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“A blessing.” Shadowheart says sharply, yanking her hand away from Felyne’s. “A blessing, from my Lady. One that marks me as Hers.”
She sets her jaw and narrows her eyes in a challenge. Felyne inhales sharply. Her face twists, eyes screwing shut.
“A blessing.” Felyne repeats. It’s the first time Shadowheart hears Felyne laugh, but it’s completely devoid of any joy. “Is that what Shar told you? A shock collar disguised as a gift?”
a cleric of shar who cannot embrace cruelty, and a cleric of eilistraee who cannot embrace joy. tales of two fractured souls finding each other under the shadow of a world-ending threat.
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- Part 2 of beautiful mistakes
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“NOW!”
Ten bows come up from behind the far wall, and the volley looses.
Shadowheart is already moving. Has read the angle of the arrows. Horror seizes her so entirely that her body reacts without conscious permission.
She launches over the collapsed parapets and throws herself on top of the owlbear cub. Her arms tighten over its middle. Her back tenses up as she rises to cover as much as she can.
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In the peak of battle, Shadowheart makes a split second decision. Felyne is forced to reckon with the depths of her own devotion.
a cleric of shar who cannot embrace cruelty, and a cleric of eilistraee who cannot embrace joy. tales of two fractured souls finding each other under the shadow of a world-ending threat.
Series
- Part 1 of beautiful mistakes
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Azula took a breath, felt her Inner Fire flare, and unfurled her hand. An azure flame roared to life, hissing in the dark. She smiled, lips curled in contempt. “Do you see now, Zuzu? You’ll never catch up.”
“It’s beautiful.”
The flame spluttered. Softened. Fluttered, like a baby bird.
“What?”
Zuko’s eyes shone bright, his face bathed in an ethereal blue. His hands hovered around her flame and cradled it, almost like a child. “The colour. The blue. Don’t know. It’s just so pretty, ’Zula.”
His whispers rang as loud as a bell.
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azula produces her signature blue flame for the first time, and the aftermath