Evindra Grey, Champion of the Silver Hand - Independent Multiverse/Warcraft RP blog for my human paladin, Evindra. Non-selective, OC and canon-divergence friendly! Following on @general-grey as this is a sideblog.
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Sverd i fjell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyFl_SNmRi0
Norway, 2017.
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Evindra has enough sense of propriety to look embarrassed here, though she does not lose her smile, nor do her eyes lose the spark of interest. She laughs as she straightens up again. Like this, her head cannot even reach the angel’s shoulders. She must crane her neck up to meet the being’s gaze, but it seems to not faze her at all.
“W-well, truth to be told, I hardly ever get to make acquittances so… explosively, hah.” She brushes one hand through her hair and beams up at Sanguis. Though the being did not show displeasure at her very forthcoming antics earlier, the mask makes reading them a difficult feat. But to that, she is used to.
“Those usually happen either under much more unpleasant circumstances, or when there’s work t’ be done, hardly a good time for... well, bein’ affectionate.” Evindra breaks the eye contact just for a moment, to glance briefly around, but wherever fate had decided to drop her off at, it is entirely unfamiliar to her.
“Again, terribly sorry if I had left a sour first impression, I would be glad to make it up to you.” ‘In any way you desire’ – she almost adds, but she shakes herself. ‘No. Bad. Enough.’
A thought struck within her mind, making her pause longer than she’d intended. She takes another long look at Sanguis’ dark, beautiful wings. Slowly, her eyebrows knit together into a small, worried frown.
“I don’t… ah.” Evindra coughs. “May I ask…. am I dead? What sort of place is this?”
bytheshield - She takes the masked angel’s hand in her own armored gauntlet, and places a lingering, reverent kiss upon it.
Sanguis’s eyes widened under their mask, a hand touching their chest as they watched her take their hand. Warmth washed over their face and they felt like a child, blushing, flattered into a bout of fluttering from their heart. They didn’t dare take their hand away from her.
“Ah—to whom do I owe this pleasure?” They asked, attempting to hide the bashfulness in their voice.
#i am slow please forgive me#they're so so so sweet#i really like this but if you'd like to stop that is cool too friend#sanctusintima
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“The Soul of the Rose”, 1908
John William Waterhouse
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Vin is the charming jock type who'd use status messages on her social media like "wtb goth gf" Super into the aesthetics. Too warm lookin' to pull it off - the true tragic backstory 3
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For a moment the knight stills, as if roused from the grasp of an intense daydream. It takes her a few seconds to truly regain her bearings, eyes glued to the brilliantly colored flesh clutched in her gauntlet. Her eyes dart up, facing the blank mask of the being.
Moments trickle by, sluggish and heavy in the moment. When she finally opens her mouth, a warm laugh erupts from within, tinged by nerves.
“Oh, please, forgive my forwardness, I do not know what overtook me, t’was such a ... a sudden compulsion - I hope I did not offend.”
She pauses, then, her gaze tracing the edges of the being’s ivory mask, following the shape of the intricate markings on their dark, dark wings. The corners of her mouth twitch, her eyebrows furrow just for a moment before rising gently up. Slowly, she leans forward.
“...though I’ve got to say, my regret would only be to leave such a bad impression upon such a lovely creature.” Her cheeks flush warmly, almost matching her red hair, but she makes no move to hide it. Instead, she gently squeezes the angel’s hand, still held in her own grip, before releasing it.
She stands to her full height - not very imposing, admittedly - and offers a deep bow.
“Evindra Grey, paladin o’ the Order of the Silver Hand. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you...” She peers up from her bow, one hand resting upon her heart, her smile turning apologetical. “... whoever you might be, kind stranger.”
bytheshield - She takes the masked angel’s hand in her own armored gauntlet, and places a lingering, reverent kiss upon it.
Sanguis’s eyes widened under their mask, a hand touching their chest as they watched her take their hand. Warmth washed over their face and they felt like a child, blushing, flattered into a bout of fluttering from their heart. They didn’t dare take their hand away from her.
“Ah—to whom do I owe this pleasure?” They asked, attempting to hide the bashfulness in their voice.
#yess managed to fluster them good <3#used her default warcraft verse cause this was a heat of a moment stuff#sweet sweet angel#hope this formatting works
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this blog needs a facelift
and also a consistent presence :C
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