ꪆ ` riorson.
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‘ well the fuck aware .ᐟ ’
fourth wing. 29문.
Joined January 2025
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙓aden 𝙍iorson .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ shadow—wielder. dragon rider. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀wingleader. rebel heir. ⠀⋆.ೃ ♯ . /⠀ ⠀born to be a weapon .ᐟ
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an eye for an eye， i don't care if you go blind．
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the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.
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not a god's chosen， but a god's cursed．
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⠀⠀a drag path ⠀etched in the surface ⠀as evidence i left there on purpose ⠀a sad sack laying on the surface ⠀can you .ᐣ can you find .ᐣ can you find me .ᐣ ⠀i dug my heels into the gravel as evidence ⠀for you to unravel
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the shadow wielder surveys his surroundings, deep set onyx eyes sweeping back and forth across the lake. half—thawed grass licks at his boots as he shifts his stance rather impatiently. the gryphon riders were /late/. he still had to make it back to basgiath before dawn.
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i fight. i resist. it doesn't even matter what i resist; there is simply something in me that tends to resist things as they are. i have been fighting since i was very small.
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・・・・・ your ever-attentive squad leader would be thrilled to assign you one. aetos loves to indulge your hobbies.” a dark brow rises as the moonlight catches along her pale braid over her shoulder.
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as the wingleader studies her, he notices the small lines of black dripping from her hands and onto the cold flooring. “plants, huh?” a corner of his mouth curves upwards. “though if you were looking for a pet to nurture in the dead of night, i’m quite positive that ・・・・・
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xaden doesn’t back away when she draws the blade, if anything, the shadows at his back lean in with curiosity. “relax, sorrengail,” he muses, gaze flickering from the weapon back to her face. “you’d already be on the ground with your little weapon if i wanted you dead.”
sharp between yourself and a man like Xaden Riorson. “I wasn’t following you,” Violet adds, jaw tightening. “I was collecting plants. You just happened to be… louder than you thought.” She doesn’t lower the blades as he steps closer.
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only to reveal sorrengail, knuckles bone white, pressed tightly against the wall as if her life depended on it. “for someone trying not to be noticed,” he murmurs, voice lethal in its calm, “you’re terrible at controlling your breathing.” he takes a step closer. then another.
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xaden’s words are delivered with the weight of command, and after a brief pause, the door is closed with a thud that seems to echo far too loud in the sudden quiet. he finally moves. slowly but surely, his onyx eyes cut faultlessly into the darkness of the doorway.
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his jaw tightens as the faint sound of fabric scraping against stone catches his attention. “get out,” he says to his friend, voice low. as the marked one begins to protest, shadows deepen around his boots.
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xaden doesn’t turn, however, the shadows that had manifested from the walls begin to shift. they always do when something is unfamiliar———— when breath catches where it shouldn’t, when a heartbeat jolts out of rhythm … sorrengail. of course it’s her.
willing her breath to stay silent. If he turns and finds her there, she won’t get an explanation—only consequences. Fuck. Her grip tightens around the stems until they bend. She was never meant to hear it, of course, but now she just need to survive.
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shadows pool along the stone floor and thicken as the mage lights dim. “i made a choice,” he says to his friend flatly. there isn’t an explanation offered; no effort made to soften what he’d just revealed. “command will call it treason. are you with me, or are you in my way?”
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the blood that drips down from your chin is sickly sweet and metallic and， oh， so familiar. you are not sure you remember who it belongs to anymore.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙓aden 𝙍iorson .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ shadow—wielder. dragon rider. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀wingleader. rebel heir. ⠀⋆.ೃ ♯ . /⠀ ⠀born to be a weapon .ᐟ
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