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tellurianwitch:

She almost corrects her. Haerelien isn’t a slave; she can leave any time she wants. But that might be true for Ceana too. She remains with Rionach because she wants to. “I’m not really interested in gossip at the moment,” she admits and kisses the corner of her mouth.

Gossip. Ceana’s rather impressed by the cards she dealt Haerelien that the girl willingly ignored. “Duly noted.” She considers that in the end the princess just might be of use to her if her curiosity only extends to the curve of her lips when they part and turn against hers.

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tellurianwitch:

Ceana is really beautiful. Not that Haerelien hadn’t noticed immediately, but it was even more obvious now, and she found herself smiling. “A quality I’ve always admired and tried to replicate.”

          “It’s not so easy for a Harem slave...” She pauses and pulls a lock of Haerelien’s hair between her fingers. Such a fine & pretty thing. “If I am brutally honest. But I see it is also in your nature, especially from Captain Rhymer’s and other’s reports of you.”

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tellurianwitch:

Okay, not so hypothetical, because that’s really nice. She opens her mouth and then closes it. “I didn’t think… that included you.”

         She’s actually quite entertained by the girl’s reaction, regarding her with a sly look in her bright eyes that she doesn’t wear often. “You have me wrong. I belong to whom I want to, when I want to.”

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tellurianwitch said:

…Is that a surprise? I mean, it’s hypothetical. 

“Hypothetical? You need only ask, Haerelien.”

She leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to her lips. “You’re one of her Majesty’s girls now.”

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Oh.

Airn or Ceana

Who would my muse rather kiss: Send two names

Ceana.

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thebloodylady:

I think it’s important to remind everyone of a small fact:

The Fomoire do not look like humans. Nope. They are humanoid, but if a normal human person was to meet an un-glamoured Fomoire, they would pretty much instantly see that there was something other about them. 

Their ears taper to a slight point (it’s much less noticeable than the typical pointed ears of the Sidhe). They have extra webbing between their toes to facilitate swimming. Their eyes (and on occasion, though this is less common, their hair) tend to come in an array of strange hues (yellows, green-blues, violets in addition to more “normal” colors). 

Then there is, of course, the size issue. Most Fomoire are naturally on the tall side, but some grow to what would be considered freakishly large by human standards, though this has become rarer and rarer since the Great Exile. 

Of course, the Fomoire look far less exotic than their distant Fae relatives, the Sidhe, tend to be. This most likely ties into the nature of their different magics, just as reproduction does. 

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I love how considerably plain Ceana’s information is compared to her other Fomoire buddies LOL She’s a lil more sneaky with her murder and escapades guys,,,

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Tagged by theumbralviper who really needs to be taught a lesson.

name : Ceana, Adviser, Mistress of her Harem , & Spymaster to Queen Rionach of the Ancient Fae race, the Fomoire alias(es) :  Fair Ceana, Cabin boy, Seawitch, etc. gender : Female age : A little after 1000...nbd. date of birth : n/a spoken languages : Fae dialects including Fomorian, some Mer, loosely other Court dialects, and most human languages. sexual preference : Pan to put it simply. occupation : Royal adviser\Harem head criminal record : Piracy, smuggling, slave-trading, destruction of property, theft, marauding, assault, espionage… the list goes on. disorders : She’s not human, but I mean Fae could be categorized under a lot of disorders. eye color : A very light blue. c: hair color : brown with reddish hues. height : 5′10 (since she’s not full blooded Fomorian, she didn’t get all of the tall gene) scars :  She has light scarring on her thighs she hasn’t quite been able to heal over time. burns : She’s rather savvy at healing iron burns but there’d be plenty across her forehead where her headband lies and around her neck and fingers if she didn’t heal them. overweight :  no underweight : no song : Wait like a theme song? Um. Probably anything by BANKS. food : Seafood, odd plants drink : Wine, rum, fruit juices candy : honey and marzipan had sex : l m a o had sex in public: Yes gotten pregnant : Hell no kissed a boy : Yes kissed a girl : Yes gotten tattoos : Yes, it’s a normal thing for the sailors that make up Fomoire culture gotten piercings : Her ears smoked / drank / done drugs : All of the above been in love :  Debateably more than once. needed surgery : Yes. A big reason she harnassed healing magic. stayed up for more than 24 hours :  Yes a virgin : lmao a cuddler : ; ) Sure. a kisser : Definitely. scared easily : Nah jealous easily : Yes trustworthy : Debateable. To very few she’s loyal to the death. single : AGAIN DEBATEABLE but really cmon... in a relationship : Open af considered mean : Most don’t know her personally have / had a job : Once a cabin boy turned pirate & smuggler on a ship : ) siblings : None parents : Her mother was a seabeastie and her father was a Fomorian pirate. children : None. pet(s): Do her harem underlings/spies count?

Tagging: templiere & effectivethough for now!

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She loved you, you know. You were the best friend she’s ever had.

Katherine Paterson, Bridge to Terabithia (via wordsnquotes)

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thebloodylady: continued from (x)

       “I appreciate the sentiment, my dear, but I think you’ve had too much to drink this evening.”

               “It was only a few pints...I’m fine.”

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theumbralviper:

She wasn’t the very first stop he made after getting ashore, but definitely one of the first. Few would know the Viper had docked yet. It had been a long trip, and she had been on his mind, so here he was.

“Hello, Ceana. How’s my favourite cabin boy?”

Cabin boy. She hadn’t been called such a thing in centuries. It sent a rush of nostalgia through her bones of the days of her early youth, which she so rarely felt so vividly anymore.

“And how did you manage to dock your ship without my knowing?”Ceana asked, but her smile seemed to remain as she looked down to smell the flowers once more. “It has certainly been a long hile since you’ve returned to Mag Mell. Captain.”

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She nearly jumped, but somehow instinctually kept her reaction to a flinch when flowers were pushed towards her from her right flank. She might have rebuffed the barrier, despite their brilliant colors and sweet smell, had she not noticed the very memorable smile attached to them. Ceana’s blue eyes brightened with recognition, but her lips parted with a surprise she could not put to words. But the lady quickly realized she likely looked like a fool with her mouth gaping in public and shut it as she pressed her fingers slowly around the stems where their iron ringed fingers could brush.

Her old friend! It had been ages since they had met last. “Calder.” She said, and the tone was soft as her growing smile.   

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[He doesn’t mean to sneak. It’s just how he moves. But the first thing to appear is a small bouquet of white-tipped orange flowers, gathered in a ribbon and held out to her. The second is his subtle smile.]

For you.

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kill me or love me meme. - ceana

Kill Me

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Most would’ve showed a bit more fear—or even open terror—whenfaced with the Rising Tempest kicking in the door, spattered in the blood ofothers and dribbling his own. He leaned in the doorway, hands braced on eitherof the double doors, looking near wild and probably what sidhe mothers toldtheir children about to make them behave.

Airn shrugged off the healers hovering in his wake, pushingforward into the room as Ceana rose from her desk with the calm of a queen.

“May I help you, my lord?”

She was behaving in front of the servants. Airn sent themskittering with a snapping growl, kicking the door shut after them.

“Is something amiss?” she intoned, but now there was a shredof attitude under her words.

Still facing the door, Airn laughed like a thunderclap, headflung back for one single burst—hah.He turned, stalking closer, the murder in his eyes possibly lingering fromwhatever violence he’d just come from and not speaking intent.

“You sent us to our deaths, sweet Ceana.”

She didn’t budge. Not a flinch or a backstep or a blink. “Youseem well. Moderately.”

He lunged, palms slapping to her desk hard enough to knockover the candelabra and a few vials. He was satisfied to spot a tiny flinchthen, even if it was just concern for her poisons or a reaction to the loud bang. But she only unclasped her hands,reaching down to right a bottle.

“That voyage was a nightmare,” he growled. “The route youplotted took us right down the gullet of our enemies.”

“Our enemies needed to see us as bold,” he snapped, patiencethinning. “Yours was the only vessel I knew could emerge victorious.”

Airn’s expression did not ease at the confession. In fact,he seemed to darken further, like a storm sweeping overhead. In a blink, he hadher across the room, slammed against the wall, one iron-ringed hand leavingbright red marks on her throat alongside those from her necklace. A noise lefther lips that appealed to the predator in him and he wasn’t thinking straightenough to judge whether it had been involuntary or intentional.

“I should kill you,” he half- whispered, deceptively calm.

“It would cost you,” she choked out, nails digging into hishand.

“You have nearly cost me everythingalready!”

A knife flashed free in his other hand. Ceana’s eyeswidened, but she did not catch his wrist or make an attempt to struggle harder.She knew him too well to stoke the fires. The blade’s edge kissed her neck andthe captain nearly kissed her lips for how close they stood.

She could’ve promised him anything—his reputation on aplatter, the increased favor of the queen, any of the girls at her disposal—butshe merely stood there, her back tall and fitted to the wall, her long elegantthroat resting in his grip as though it were her choice.

His breaths came jagged and the irritation only built in themuscle of his back as he could not force his hand to slice. Whim was a strong thing, but so was loyalty. It would cost him. And losing his ship aspunishment was far worse than sinking with her to the depths in battle.

Still, he wanted to hurt her for her responsibility so badlyhe could envision the way her throat would spill open over his hand. The lightleaving her eyes. Her glamour falling to reveal her true self. A noisedangerously close to a groan left him amidst all the predatory panting and hegrit his teeth.

With a wordless snarl and a followup growl of a word thatshould not be repeated in front of little Fomoire, Airn pulled the knife backfar enough to spin it around his fingers and sink it five inches into thehardwood just next to her left ear.

He released her and vanished back out the door in a blink,leaving the gilt knife behind. Ceana let out a long slow breath and bowed herhead, running fingertips along the fresh marks against her skin.

Eventually, she unclenched her fingers from the hilt of the thinblade up her sleeve, smoothed her dress, and set about restoring order afterthe storm. 

Love Me

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

It was true even the lowest-born pureblood Fomoire wouldlook down on those of mixed background, but once you got them drunk enough,deep enough into revelry, they really didn’t mind. It was the sort of partieswhere lords got groped just as much as the dancers and everyone loved it.

Airn was technically still fully dressed, though barely. Hesat perched on the rail of the upper deck of the tavern that’d been built outof the back half of an ancient war vessel. Balanced with hardly a sway despitethe amount of rum in his system, he had an arm tight around the lad who perchednext to him, both laughing uproariously at every little thing.

It was the midst of the night, the stars above them, and noone had any thoughts but the celebration. A few made note of the green-skinnedbeauty when she entered. One out of the whole crowd made a snide comment, butif she noticed she didn’t flinch or even blink. Her garb was that of a sailor,though strangely older, as if unused for many years. Her hair was loose abouther shoulders, devoid of tie or pin or jewel.

No one thought for a moment she might be anything more thana half-breed urchin.

Half-drunk and pleasantly distracted, it took Airn a momentto recognize her when she climbed up and sat astride his lap. His companionmade a disgruntled noise, but Airn’s lack of violent reaction sent the youngman wandering off to find attention elsewhere.

“Good hunting?” Ceana whispered, her lips a breath from hisand the words only for his ears.

“What are you doing here?” was his half-slurred, confusedresponse. “Her Majesty—”

She leaned closer and he cut himself off, his brain decidinghis mouth might soon have better things to do than voice concerns about how farthe harem leader’s leash went. Ceana smiled, seeming to enjoy the moment’sbreath, the hairline gap between them. Airn could only marvel at how strangelyfree she looked. Like she had once upon a time. No spies to account for, nosecrets to keep. Just a wild girl in love with the sea and her captain.

She kissed him behind the curtain of her unbound hair, as ifthat were the real disguise and not her natural skin. Later some might whisperabout the reckless half-breed who dared accost a lord and the strange way AirnRhymer simply sat there with his chin lifted, jaw nestled in her palm, and lether.

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{hc}: Fomoire Bleed Gold

The title says it all, really, but a little explanation: fae blood cannot be red as that would mean it is iron-based. Human blood turns red on exposure to the air because of a process known as oxygenation. The same reason a reddish rust forms on iron. 

Because it’d be ludicrously painful for fae to have iron-based blood, clearly they have a separate metal base (or none at all).

It is my personal headcanon that general fae bleed silver/mercury-toned blood, insectoids (like Zafi and other sprites, pixies, etc.) bleed clear, acquatics bleed blue, and Fomoire bleed gold.

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Fomorian Society & Pure Bloodlines

I wasn’t sure if I made this clear but--Ceana is not a full blooded Fomoire. It’s been a discussed thing with thebloodylady & therisingtempest that the Fomoire were gifted with the ability to reproduce amongst each other, unlike most fae cousins. Because of this, they have kept their blood strictly between Fomoire bloodlines in order to repopulate themselves and the culture they once had. Ceana was a fluke. She wasn’t mean to happen at all. Her Fomoire father impregnated a sea beastie who birthed Ceana, and because of this, she was raised in the poor, undesirable side of Mag Mell(think almost like leper colonies to Romans), down by some sea caves on the far west coast of the island. You see, to the Fomoire, it’s taboo and looked down upon to be the product of or to have be known to birthing children with another being. 

Essentially it’s fine to bang whoever you want, but not have families out of Mag Mell. 

Ceana, who spent most of her youth learning how to hide her mixed heritage (ie; GREEN SKIN), glamours herself daily and keeps herself and her business typically up in the court and amongst the royal harem. Before the war, she was free to use her shocking appearance to and abilities to her advantage on the sea, but knowing Fomorian reactions to her in the future would be disadvantageous, only a few know about her true skin/background. It’s just another part of the mystery of her. Because it is easier to keep her distance than to let the people know too much, and thus endanger her to the Fomorian way of handling Stuff They Don’t Like.jpeg

That being said, I know recently Rionach mun said it was cool to have more Fomoire ocs join us (and man does that excite me!!!), but I wanted to get this (and maybe a few other headcanons we discussed) out before more of you joined Mag Mell and got lost unto some of its societal quirks.