Dnd: Ithmaris Caesin - Tumblr Posts

Happy Pride to my eladrin Ithmaris Caesin, who for the last two Junes in a row has had deep, impactful conversations with her love interest where their love interested has tried desperately to communicate the importance of Mar valuing her own life, so that she stays alive, because damnit people CARE about her, and it is because of said love interest that Mar has something to live for for the first time in their life and even as Ithmaris is crushed under the weight of loss and grief and guilt and the utter destruction of losing herself, even then, there is a ship guiding her safely to harbor and it is holding her hand and making her lunch and risking everything she's made for a chance at helping Ithmaris get her mother back.

A lot of what I write anymore is directly related to my dnd character Ithmaris so I can't exactly post them because MAJOR context will be missing, but I am really proud of some lines, so here they are:

(Note: these are from multiple pieces)

"Eyes lock on eyes, and an arrow between them."

"Fear was the sound of screams and storms."

"Ithmaris has grown up, and neither of her parents have been there to see it. She wonders if either of them would still love her."

"Time takes more memories, and she claws to hold on to the remaining scraps like a trapped animal in the death throes of starvation."

"All the same, she’d spent hours daydreaming what her father’s face would look like when he finally came home, how he would wrap the siblings in a hug warm enough to melt away the ice of Ithmaris’s skin. What a beautiful dream. What a beautiful lie."

"Solitude means tears without witnesses. Anxiety attacks without supervisors. Solitude is the verdant shoots of spring, the shining growth of summer, and the fading of autumn that allows winter to persist. Her oldest friend and most faithful tool."

"She wields a bow of starlight and can summon the might of the heavens, and yet, she is not strong enough."

"Will [love interest] always want to waste the years of her life, growing older and older, on someone who stubbornly refuses to age? "

"With one hand on the door, they look up to the silent watchers. Will the stars remember this? Will they judge her, throw down their celestial sentencing of cowardice the next time she wields their light? Her mind pleads their case to the firmament: they are not weak for this. Maybe selfish, but they are not weak for this."

"The sentencing is clear. So long she focused on staying strong, on getting stronger and yet– They are weak for this. They are weak for this."