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[adamanteine]

she knows she is to disappear very soon. the fire will be quickly contained, because it is not the hot, blazing kind one gets used to. that fire is passion, as horrid as the thought is, wild and impossible to tame. it molds the stone to its will and consumes everything in its path, threatening to blind and scorch and hurt anyone who crosses it. it is a living breath— a sign that one day, like everything else, its fervor will fade away, leaving nothing but ash as a reminder of its former glory. a fire that begins to die the moment it is born. it is nothing like the fire that will consume her. the flames surrounding her are made to repel. a display of what is yet to come, of the risks involved in getting too close. they will slither up her form, the cold infuriating against flesh, and take their rest in the pits of her eyes, where they make her gaze burn with a reminder of what she truly is. of where she needs to be. and as she listens to her companion, the words that leave leitha seem so honest that it pains her so.

what was hers has never been truly hers. it only belonged to other people, to other gods, to other circumstances. what will become of her when either one of her deities decides to lose patience and place her in their grasps as bahamut once had? and what if she doesn't find a place once all of this is over? she had made a promise to take everyone to safety, sure, but what comes after? she does not say what's on her mind, however, for the sake of this moment. instead: ❛ very well, if that's what you say. you must accompany me on the adventures i'll take, then. ❜ the peace of the night and the quiet darkness almost make her speak her mind for once, but she knows better than anyone that it will never be enough, not unless she is already dead. and even though their soul practically sings with life, like the wind ruffling the snow - capped trees, like the gallop of hooves cracking the rocky earth, she cannot bring herself to tell them how she truly feels as she hears them speak of their sister.

she hums at their words. ❛ that sounds lovely. i'm sure she'll enjoy it greatly. ❜ at the question, she takes a moment to think. there is a place she wishes to visit, but she is unsure if she would be welcomed there. ❛ i'm not entirely sure whether i will stay in the city or not, but there is somewhere i have in my mind. there's a smaller village in the moon pass of the nether mountains i have reasons to see. the dragonborn there might know more than the average human scholar. ❜ a pause. ❛ but that is to be decided once we deal with our problem at hand. ❜ she smiles, then. ❛ don't let my rambling stop you, though. what are you still doing up, anyway? you've wandered here just to talk to me, have you? ❜

she is of their imagination. she must be. surely, a creature of power and beauty can not exist within their grasp. with all the searching of this adventurer, for chasing the thrill of life, the gold, gems, and riches beyond their means attending their pockets, the women and chanting songs that follows, nothing has been comparable, to the value of the sun. the merit founded, within a single beings temperament, how the wheels that thrum in one's mind turns at a differing beat than everyone they have ever known: centuries passing, and yet a complexing and truly VEXING oddity they have met by happenstance. they wonder if she knows, that she is a rarity, idiosyncrasy to the mortal ways of existence, that existence should be shouldered upon worshippers spread amongst this plane, and that leitha would shephard its appeal. she could try to disappoint them. she could try, and she would fail.

❛ alright ... then, misplaced. though, you are not misplaced. you can have what was yours before, anew. surely if anyone could, it would be you. ❜ they take her compliment in stride, and where she cannot smile, they bare an unruly burden. half piked lips displayed, the soft clink of armor follows behind as their back rests against the railing she leans over. they face away from the moon above, the lunar lady who looms over the mage's cloaked shoulders beckon them speak more, luring tongue find charm in the dead of night. an entrapping thought surfaces in the open sea behind them, that with writhing worm alike this must be true: fated they are, binded they have become. though she is none calling for rescue, the shield cannot help but stay. where companions should rest for the ventures of the morrow, leitha finds leisure enough, beside forever sunrise.

head tilts downwards, eyes find her own. tongue clicks in thought, chest bounding inwards to relieve a prudent sigh. ❛ well, i wish to spend time with her. before she is to be sent home. i am sure she would love to see the city, she has ... never been to one before. take her clothes shopping, something of the sort. though if you mean after all of ━ this. i have a place in mind that i shall travel to once more. but of you? will you stay in baldur's gate? ❜

[adamanteine]

having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy

[adamanteine]

macy gave me the idea but shams having a shimmer of dragon scales in some lighting that disappears as fast as you see it and is different to the rest of the athyans (because usually their scales aren't always visible but when they appear they stay for a good while) because after her wings were ripped from her in her true reera form her physical connection (and emotional until mount qaf) weakened to her ancestors....... yum

[adamanteine]

love when my friends complain about tube lines in london because all i can offer them is "you haven't seen the worst of it" <3

[adamanteine]

sometimes you have to lie to take care of someone.

❛ i know, lois. ❜ she's aware because of what she does on the daily, but even more so because this is her friend. a sigh flows from her parted lips. soft and quiet, somewhat resigned. the midnight air tastes cold and crispy on her tongue, turning into a flurry of vapor as she breathes it out again, watching it dissipate into the summer night. beyond the boundary of her vision, stars burn in tandem. all she can focus on for a second is the darkness of the cosmos, her pupils dilating as she take in the vastness, the parts where light carves a puncture wound into the surface of the sky— little flickers of starlight blooming out across the galaxy. it smiles down upon her, visceral, an angry twist of the strings of her heartbeat. a big drop of reflected sunlight, hazy in its brightness, soothing like the lilt of a mother’s voice. ❛ you don't have to tell me. ❜ she hums, eyes now focused on @serendpitous. there is comfort, in the familiarity between them.

because even in this always - changing, turbulent mess of a life,  one thing remains the same. ❛ there are many things in our line of work that can't be reached by the truth, simply said. ❜ and she wishes it was easier, she truly does. she wishes their careers were more straightforward, but they're not. and they never will be, so there will always be more than just a hint of dishonesty that follows them. she smiles then, something a bit more gentle this time as she tilts her head. ❛ you don't have to lie to me, though. ❜ a pause. ❛ i do hope you know that. ❜

[adamanteine]

i'm a connoisseur of things i cannot put on job applications (spending the last hour having a breakdown while assembling a stupid desk fan)

[adamanteine]

this is for eldest daughters that don't know how to control their facial expressions

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also i meant to make a post about it because i always say nabaradis are iranian but i never actually explained the district system and what the real life counterpart is but it's divided into seven regions that are informally called haft - khān (the seven realms). the first one is golestān - e - sofra, whose people are inspired by persians and it is where the current royal family reside. it's the heart of the kingdom, of some sort. then there is qizil - qala, inspired by iranian azerbaijan. next is zarrin - kuh (shams' home district) which is inspired by lur and bakhtiari nomads. then there's shahr - e - raz, inspired by kurdistan, and rigestān, inspired by baluchistan. the last two are shemrān, inspired by caspian gilaks and mazandaranis, and bandar - e - nar, inspired by khuzestani arabs :p

[adamanteine]

slowly getting further with finishing the longer bio rewrite and i feel accomplished

[adamanteine]

blah blah blah. proper name. place name. backstory stuff

[adamanteine]

if you call me “honey” or “sweetie” in a debate, I’m calling you “babe.” now we’re dating and I’m entitled to your fries when we go out. checkmate

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how i look after i get my ass beat by the same boss for the past 20 minutes

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how it feels to come back home and scroll through the dash like a newspaper

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golden eyes seep through the gaps between her lower lashes, gazing down at him. a piercing stare. a moment passes and then she's speaking, with a click of her tongue— that same pleasing lull to her voice she always carries. shams azari is many things, but perhaps the certainty of his words make none of them true in the end. ❛ ah, you think so? i believe i'm just as pretty as a butterfly. ❜ then, suddenly, she’s taking a step forward. shoes moving against the ground, clicking against the floor underneath her feet, almost like she’s walking on a frosted lake. aside from the low buzzing of the sounds surrounding the two of them, it’s all she focuses on. his prior inquiry pulls a soft bout of laughter from the depths of her throat. ❛ how very well researched. although, this tells you nothing about me, does it? ❜ something in her tone shows that she has a feeling of where this conversation is going. something staggeringly aware, like she’s stating a fact, something unquestionable. her voice remains gentle, but there’s that bite. it sneaks up on her and grows teeth. ❛ my hair is brown, too. we can add that to your list of peculiar observations. ❜ a hum. ❛ any other rumors? or would you like to speak plainly? ❜

@adamanteine liked for a starter!

" they're curious about you. " curiosity — anyone fluent in coven-speak could see it for the farce it was. one might think an immortal above such human-like tendencies, above fear and envy and overall disdain for anything out of their control. but with power comes paranoia — or so he'd assume, for felix had not known power a day in his life, and that was a fate unlikely to change anytime soon. he had, however, spent plenty of time around those at the top of the food chain, marveling at just how fragile the balancing act could truly be. and really, who better to recognize someone looking over their shoulder than one whose very existence stems on it? once certain of her individed attention, he takes the liberty of rattling off a handful of the rumors he'd so dutifully gathered these last few nights. " the two-souled nisna. heir to the shahravar khana. they say you can turn into a butterfly, you know. " a pause, as he halts his assessment long enough to give a quick once-over, brow creasing as he fails to pinpoint any obvious tells. " you don't look like you can turn into a butterfly. "

[adamanteine]

sometimes writing an oc is about placing them in different worlds like they already belong there because the joys of having a little guy and sticking them in situations is so fun <3 and i think that is just the way it is sometimes bc i will apologize for being insufferable but i will not stop and you all know this

[adamanteine]

all very shams looks to me

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anywho grisha verse bc me and the besties are back on our gv brainrot :p

IM THINKING....... its said that ravka used to be several feudal provinces and what if one of shams' ancestors used to be one of the kings and then forward to shams being born, she won't have a title in this verse but she trains in the little palace (i'm thinking about her being a fabrikators bc i know her being a summoner would be an obvious one but theres smth so insane about paralleling her energy magic in her main verse to an order that can take whats given to them and create smth new with it, which is the basic equation of energy) and at first her not being trained as a combat soldier but because of her physical skills she is trained as one. in secret she would lead little places to protect those that cannot protect themselves, esp places that are torn from the previous wars. i had this crazy idea for her amplifier, so instead of doing smth with dragons like in her other verses, i'm taking the simurgh, which is a mythological bird / creature in persian mythology and is said to be an all - knowing creature. so i'm thinking perhaps on one of the missions, she meets the simurgh and instead of killing it to use it as an amplifier, she creates something similar that keeps the creature and her together, as if its her guardian of some sort BUT theres this story named shahnameh, which tells that the simurgh raises the hero who's called zal in this story, gifting him its powers, so i'm thinking of doing smth similar with shams: where the simurgh keeps being a part of her and can manifest whenever she needs it and would appear and because of this, it becomes her teacher and gives her three sets of powers: the first is being able to gain insights beyond mortal comprehension and the second is harnessing the simurgh's light and with the powers she's already had, she can forge weapons and other objects with said light and the third is immortality <3 perhaps even in kos when enlisting isn’t mandatory she leads the charge of training new grisha heh