#glitterblob wip wednesday

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Tagged by @lilbittymonster a bit ago - I didn't have anything new or that had been updated until I was possessed by "far far in the future Muireann when all her friends and family are dead except Estinien for dragon juice fuckery reasons"

Muireann periodically goes to Azys Lla to pump some extra aether into the power-core to keep it afloat or something is all the background I've got.

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“Why do you still come here?” Estinien’s voice called through the door. It was thick enough to withstand anything within the complex save for a discharge from the Warring Triad itself.

“Could ask you the same question,” Muireann waved for Titan to operate the door, the enforcer node had long since failed, “the obvious ‘making sure this place doesn’t crash into the star’ aside...I felt a draw. I couldn’t explain it until – here look it’s a lot easier.”

Estinien slowly waked in, eyes adjusting to the darkness punctuated only by the dimly glowing form of Titan and some sort of computer terminal. He knew enough about Allagan and modern technology to know that this was both and neither. A contraption that Muireann had carefully built in the fortress she found, and slowly rotating at the heart of it, a bright pink stone. The shape was familiar and nostalgic, tugging at a centuries old memory.

“Is...is that Match’s bloody stone?”

“No I – I think that it’s mine.” Muireann hit a button and screens lit up around them, in all of them a woman with purple hair and pink eyes laughed. She lay across the laps of two others excitedly talking about adding venom to more appendages of a carnivorous plant, she emerged from a building to cheers from a larger group as she ran to embrace them, she vowed to enact petty vengeance for someone who looked so familiar. Muireann paused the recordings.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hanseelie and tagging @yloiseconeillants @lilbittymonster @airis-ray @accidentaloracle (with absolutely no pressure if you don't want to)

It's my birthday month so happy Muireann and Hien being Completely Useless (they literally get their shit mostly together approximately half an hour after this but there must be one more Misunderstanding first. for my health) It's something I've been picking at for forever but hasn't made its way on here yet

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Every small movement he made to avoid her was a needle prick on her heart and she held fast to them. All the better to put these feelings to rest. It was clear that they were not a good fit despite the ache in her chest. Even if they were, duty had them bound to opposite sides of the star.

When she had exhausted all other avenues of delaying the inevitable task of tending to his face her hands shook while folding the cloth to be more manageable. She felt ridiculous. She had flirted with countless people and cleaned the face of many that she cared about. And this, this was not flirting. She was not flirting with Lord Hien crown prince soon to be king of Doma. She was wiping the less heroic parts of battle from his face so that the people looking to him for confidence and hope saw just that. As she had done many a time for her fellow adventurers and Scions alike. She knew he had the strength he was grasping for, twas just a matter of making sure he felt that same strength.

And in this instance, it required touching his face.

Twelve preserve her foolish heart.

She tilted his face up towards her, her right thumb brushing over the beard on his chin a fraction of an ilm before she stopped it.

She felt his breath catch as he finally met her gaze. She couldn’t say how long they stayed like that. Locked in place with a great big invisible something between them. Unsure whether it was tempered desire or discomfort, she was content to live in the charged uncertainty. To indulge the hope, if even for a moment.

The happy yells of a family reunited across the Enclave broke her bubble of hope as Hien adverted his eyes again, though his head stayed in place – chin resting on her curled fingers. A dangerous memory that would haunt her she was sure.

“…I’ve run out of places that aren’t your face.”

“I – ahem – it is very much in your capable hands.”

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WIP Wednesday tags??

I am trying to ease myself back into doing things and part of that is WIP Wednesday if mutuals would like tags like/reply and I'll randomly pick from the notes when I am able to do it ^^

(yes I am lifting the idea for this post wholesale from @lilbittymonster who is also where my motivation for writing more has come from)

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @lilbittymonster a bit ago and also this week ^^;; tagging @yloiseconeillants @lilbittymonster @galadae @pumpkinmagekupo

Please enjoy the first complete pass at whatever the hell double-standards mentor fuckery that's going on with Selch and Sami in Shadowbringers lmao

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She was so...short. Even for an incomplete scrap of a thing. Emet-Selch watched as the miqo’te came to grips with her surroundings. In keeping with Lahabrea and Elidibus’ accounts of her she immediately went to befriend the first person she came across, foolishly talking about places that do not exist on this reflection and expecting understanding. Emet-Selch mentally tutted at his colleagues’ accounts; calling this Warrior of Light younger than expected was an understatement.

Emet-Selch's brow furrowed, while it was difficult to see through the suffocating surrounding light – and eras since he had needed to focus on soulsight – there was no mistaking it. Shattered and sundered as she was that glimmering golden hue could only belong to Azem. It seemed Venat would not cease in pushing this soul into responsibility she was not yet ready to shoulder.

Every hour of every day of the thousands and thousands of years he had struggled towards making the world whole again he had cursed Venat, cursed the god she turned herself into, and cursed the sundering of all that he had known and cared about. Over the eons it had waned in intensity but seeing how young, how naive this pale imitation of Azem was, and seeing the weight that Venat had once again thrust upon her, set his fury ablaze anew. For all the allegations levelled against his life as Solus he had standards. He did not grant children powers beyond their comprehension and send them blindly to battle a foe they could not truly understand.