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she doesn't make a habit of it. coming back to the city, her real city. it suffocates her, the memories, sights, smells, sounds, grief. god there was so much loss here. it made it impossible to keep hoping, keep dreaming of something more. but today wasn't about her ( or the way it felt like this place might consume her the longer she remained ) it was about doing right by her family. and so she had made the trip, left the light, and tumbled back into the dark.

she hadn't known joe well. he was just another face around the bar growing up. but she knew ryder. knows him. that a loss like this, a spectacle made by lunemire, will have an effect. whether he grieves, or is simply unsettled, or, like her, is trepidatious of what comes next and what this all means....she has to see him. to check he is okay. so she makes her way to rift's end, knowing that's where he'll be - where he'll always be. it's not yet bustling but still busier than she'd like, too many opportunities to see familiar faces ( and face their scorn ). but there's still space, and sure enough, her old seat at the bar is free. she slides into it, at once an adult desperate to be anywhere but here, and a child so content in this world, ready to fill it with colour and imagination. his back is turned to her, cleaning up, so she raps her hand against the countertop to get his attention. when he turns, she can't help the smile that curves across her features, warmth flooding her chest, some of that weight, that wariness, falling off her shoulders. it is good to see him.

"hey, pop" ana says softly, almost sheepishly. "how about something strong ??"

open starter @ rift's end

ryder has heard the news, he knew of joe. would come to rift's end from time to time for a drink. sadly, his death was just another number to add. years ago ryder would be angry that his people were dying in the streets but now? now he leaves the fight for people who are more capable than him.

today at rift's end seems like a random day but some where mourning, others didn't care one way or the other and simply came for a drink. the bar was starting to become full, ryder would welcome the customers; wait for their order and make it. some would sit by the bar; maybe looking for some company or information. whatever it was, ryder was on the clock, than again he always felt like he was on the clock. ryder had his back turned, cleaning a few things when he heard a tap on the table. "one sec," he wiped his hands on the towel. "welcome, what can i get you?"

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the shadow, shape, spectre, lurking in his periphery is unsubtle. it has held his attention from the moment he noticed them following him. but until now the space has been too public, too open, to drop the charade and call it out. he takes his moment the second they are further from the crowd, spinning on his heels to grab them and press them against the wall of the alley. he's not a large man, wouldn't immediately be considered strong, but there is a sturdiness in his wiry frame, and he can hold this for a moment with surprise giving him the advantage.

of course, as his eyes settle on the face of his stalker, he retreats - a wry chuckle escaping his lips. "fuck's sake rook-" cruz shakes his head, stepping back to give them breathing space, his hands returning to his pockets. "you trying to make a guy jumpy ?? don't you know there's bodies cropping up ??" the latter part is said with a hint of derivation, as if there aren't increasingly bodies in lunemire. joe is just the first spectacle, the one the people couldn't let go of. cruz had let go a long time ago.

open starter @ a random street wherever

from a "friend" of a "friend" he found out about the body of the guy from lunemire. they've been quiet lately, too quiet and now they're trying to threaten solspire with consequences? well, it got rook's attention and curiosity. maybe curiosity killed the cat but rook does have nine lives to spare, or so he hopes anyway.

should he have followed his person of interest? not really, no. who knows if they'll have anything useful to tell him but, it's fun and it's not like he's trying very hard; he does want to get caught by them after all. which, he did since they disappear for one second and then the next he's pushed up against the wall. "okay, okay!" he chuckles and raises his hands in surrender. "you got me, i should really work on my skills." if he really wanted to be in the shadows, he could've been. but he didn't. "you gonna let me go or?" rook tilted his head, smiling.

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[ davika hoorne, ciswoman, thirty, she/her ] — Keep your eye on [ ANDRASTA 'ANA' AMARIN ]. We’ve heard they live in [ SOLSPIRE ] working as an [ EX-MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF SOLANITE/ASSISTANT AT THE FLORIST ], and that they’ve lived there for [ TWO YEARS ]. People say they’re [ ALTRUISTIC ], but don’t let it fool you, I’ve heard they can be [ NAIVE ] too, and they’ve always reminded us of [ THE RAPID CATCH OF CRUMPLED PAGES ALIT BY FLAME, FACES ALWAYS ON THE PERIPHERY BECOMING FORMLESS, EYES THAT LAY BARE EVERY EMOTION ]. Rumours say that they’re on [ NEITHER ] side, but maybe that’s driven by their [ FEAR THAT TECHNOLOGY IS A BLESSING AND A CURSE ]. // elle, she/her, gmt, thirty.

basics

full name : andrasta milena amarin

name meaning: indestructible, unconquerable

nickname / alias: ana

gender / pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

age + birthday: thirty, 20th January @ 8.45am

place of birth: lunemire

accent : affected rp to cover her natural accent

occupation: assistant florist

associated locations: the florist

song: you're gonna go far by noah kahan

appearance

faceclaim: davika hoorne

height: 5"5

eyecolor: hazelnut brown

haircolor: raven black

build: slight

tattoos / scars / key features: various small scars from scrapes over the years, particularly on her fingers / hands

personality

positive traits: altruistic, good-natured, curious

negative traits: naive, self-deprecating, avoidant

relationships

parents : biological parents ( names tbd, deceased ), ryder ( adoptive father )

siblings : none

children : none

pets : none

history

the world you are born into is a not an easy one. but from your first memory, you are met with kindness. love. your parents, good people, raising you to be like them. raising you to do better, want more, be more.

you are smart, you learn quickly and readily, sketches drawn from a bar stool quickly becoming schematics, designs, an unrelenting stream of imagination. and as you draw, as you shape the world with hope in mind, there they are beside you. one at each shoulder, urging you onwards, upwards, to the future. and directly in front, behind the bar, a face as familiar as theirs - ryder.

when they are taken from you, you think you might be lost with them. you are so small, have seen so little, and yet grief is a ocean you are drowning in. your only lifeline is that face behind the bar and the work, the drawings, that connect you to them. you bury yourself in it, in both. he does not replace them, cannot do that - not when you both know how much you've lost. but you give each other what you need, hope. home.

you grow and change but retain that desperate hope. retain the willingness to believe the best, to give second chances, to look to the future. do better, want more, be more - for them. like a pledge, honouring their memory.

your passion and imagination is limitless and you turn to a place to channel it, somewhere that encourages you to explore the boundaries of possibility. the order of solanite. they welcome you with open arms, love your mind, love your ingenuity. you think perhaps you have found a place to grow. but there is darkness there too, experiments that push too far against what you believe. when one goes wrong, when you lose a friend, it shatters the illusion. the pursuit of knowledge is too reckless.

but you are smart, you are kind, you are softer than most. a chance encounter at the florist, a place you aught not to be, and an opportunity arises. you prove yourself. show your mind, your talent, to help make things last - a gift that they can use. you can get out.

solspire is what they say it is. but it is more than that too. when not reduced to us and them. you find yourself changing, blending, fitting in - still looked down on, now and then, but no longer just of one place, somewhere inbetween. and again, you have that hope...do better, want more, be more. for everyone.

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Manny Jacinto as Qimir in The Acolyte — 1.02 "Revenge/Justice"

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— MANNY JACINTO as QIMIR in The Acolyte, 1x06, "Teach / Corrupt" (2024)

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MY AMBULANCE รักฉุดใจนายฉุกเฉิน (2019) dir. Boss Naruebet Kuno, Tang Pattaranat Phiboonsawat

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someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

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elias de la cruz - intro, mirror, persona, threads

andrasta 'ana' amarin - intro, mirror, persona, threads

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The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown

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“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”

— Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark

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My friend, you dive into other people and forget yourself. Remember to come up for air every so often. Don’t drown yourself in someone else.

Z.M., Even whales come to the surface once in a while. (via slytherinwritess)