#lyrinn

[xalaeth]

Another commission complete! This one’s for @faewyrm!

It took a long time but I had fun with it!

[erikailustra]

"Watercolor" Character Art for @faewyrm

The character Lyrinn Duskguard.

Thank you for requesting my work!

[vixensreiha]

PIPPA FEET by lyrinne

[drekkydrimm]

Lyrinn Duskguard, Yllinaria & Fahora for Flower Tier 🦋 ✨

[girl-among-mts]

Part Five

Senator Solo was younger than Rose expected. A serious man with a brooding face, and something familiar about him in a way she couldn’t quite place yet. He cleared his throat, reciting from memory their pre-approved articles rather than reading from a datapad.

“First, the Senate wants an agreement on Cessation of Hostilities; the Resistance and the First Order immediately ceasing all hostilities and combat operations; both parties withdrawn from contested systems in the Outer Rim.”

Rose quickly cataloged the current skirmishes in her head. They’d been wreaking havoc on the First Order’s supply lines up and down the Delta sector, but in return, they’d lost a vital part of their ground forces. A multiple months-long tit-for-tat.

Trading ground and death. “As long as the First Order keeps its promise of a cease-fire,” Rose said pointedly, looking at Hux. “We know your outposts in the Lyrinn system are cut off; desperate for supplies. We’ll let them rendezvous with your main forces off-planet if you pull your Destroyers from their blockade of the Kethyr ring.”

General Hux was a ruthless man, but those under his command were more than mere cannon fodder to him. It was the one thing she could have admired about him if she’d allowed such sympathies for a war criminal.

“Pulling back entirely would create a power vacuum,” the General pointed out. “I won’t have the entire sector descend back into the hands of the Syndicate. The Resistance must disband its forces, and we will reduce our presence to a security force.”

“Integrated security force,” Rose amended. “Let anyone join up.” Hux sneered. “Don’t presume to put stipulations on how I organize my men.” Rose rolled her eyes. “That’s what we're /here to do/, you bantha-brain.” Solo appeared mildly amused at Hux’s stricken expression.

“Ah, well, at least we’re making... progress.” “Should have just let it be trial by combat,” Rey piped up as she fell into one of the Senator’s armchairs near the faux fireplace, a large tome in her lap. “I put my money on the Commander."

“No one will be fighting in my home, thank you,” Solo reiterated, even as Rose fantasized about just how she'd get General Hux in a headlock. Maybe bite off an appendage just for good measure. By the way he was staring at her, she might have thought he could read her mind.

[faewyrm]

It's campaign day!!!

Going off to fight more necromancers!

Also, Lyrinn might have accidentally seen what our local necromancer truly looks like, during a ritual to fix her tattered soul. She now owes him a favor in return for his help.

[we-are-dragonslayer]

                                 ~ The start of the journey: 15.01.2018 ~

                                     ~ End of the journey: 19.03.2018 ~

We got it! \o/ Finally! >o< @lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness and I finish today Nevermore.

It’s was a pain, all the Wood, coins and gems.... Ah... OTL

A lot of thank on @the-skrool for the help! Q.Q THANK YOU! *hug*

[lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness]

Today I’ll give you an update about our Taco-...ehh... Tequatl Shrine :D My guild leader moved it to a better place so she could use more decoration =w= I love it~

[dct-creatorau]

Lyrinne by:@lumina Miyasha/ Lazy_Lumina_• on Instragram

[xalaeth]

New Com just dropped!

This tarot card is of @faewyrm”s girl Lyrinn and her Onyx Cloudserpent Nightfall!

Once again, absolutely enjoyed this commission as I always do! :D Thanks for commissioning me! <3

[selenitii]

AYSE

❝ law without justice is a wound without cure

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.   ayse NICKNAME / ALIAS.  moon goddess, resce’s daughter GENDER. female HEIGHT.    155 cm AGE. ancient ZODIAC. libra LANGUAGES.  sign language, encean, fiorean, icebergian, stellean and more than passing knowledge of all other languages

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    long, wavy white hair, somewhat restrained by her diadem EYE COLOR.    gold SKIN TONE.     she has her mother’s dark skin  BODY TYPE.   ayse is tiny and she is petite, but she has a ballerina’s body in terms of musculature and is much stronger than she appears.  ACCENT.  it is not quite an accent, but her speech sounds . . . stilted, as if she rehearses everything inside her head before saying it out loud FACE CLAIM. kahlua shuzen DOMINANT HAND.  left POSTURE.  her posture is excellent, she never slouches and always stands at full height, not that this is particularly noteworthy. there always seems to be energy inside of her, as if she barely manages to keep herself from bouncing. it is, in fact, true --- to be motionless is not in ayse’s nature and to be able to move at her own accord is certainly pleasant for her SCARS.  none, but she thinks there should be a mark where chaldene’s sword serrated her body TATTOOS.   none so far, but this is definitely subject to change. she would like something to honour her parents, but she has not found the perfect design yet BIRTHMARKS.   none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  her eyes --- their colour is unusual, even in a world full of magic and the way they freeze over when she sees injustice make them appear rather non-human

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. in her father’s temple, on a no longer existing island HOMETOWN. same as above --- there was a town near the temple and she spent many a day playing there, but she does no longer hold any strong attachment to either place MANNER OF BIRTH.  as her father was one of the major gods, her birth was overseen by the goddess of healing, lyrinne, and her most trusted followers who were almost as dedicated to the art of healing as their goddess. as far as births go, it was rather uneventful and her parents were very happy to welcome her into this world FIRST WORDS.  her first word was river, something her mother was very happy about SIBLINGS.   none in the strict sense of the word, but due to her father’s fatherly attitude towards those who lived in his temples, ayse grew up in a large family with many, many sisters --- mortals and demigoddesses alike PARENTS.   resce, the god of moon and truth, and amyra, a river nymph PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.   very high !! ayse was her parents’ only child and they doted on her, loving her dearly. and in turn, she loved them just as fiercely. her mother died when she was very young  ( for the standards for those of divine blood, at least )  and she grew only closer to her father, supporting him as he supported her as they grieved. her mother's death marked the beginning of her to lean more towards her godly side and this eventually led to her oath of silence, taken not long before her father was slain

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. well, she does not really have a job at the moment, considering that being a goddess does not pay at all CURRENT RESIDENCE.  in the house she shares with the other thirteen freed ones, found on one of the smaller encean islands. more precisely --- she has her own room which are filled with all sorts of worthless trinkets that she has found as she tries to grow used to people again RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single, but --- deeply in love with arin FINANCIAL STATUS. she is not one to complain, but she knows that their financial situation could be a lot better. however, as long as she can afford a decent sword, she is happy --- and she did buy a decent sword RELIGIOUS STATUS. polytheistic by virtue of knowing that gods exist VICES.  she hoards. she hoards so much stuff. stuff that ranges from ‘the flower arin tucked behind my ear when we went for a walk’ over ‘this broken sword might come in handy one day’ (it won’t, at least not in its broken state) and ‘this pretty bottle that i found on the beach’

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic LOVE LANGUAGE.  words of affirmation. she likes to be told that she is doing a good job, she likes to be complimented and validated. the latter is partially due to her being, technically, just a demigoddess and her fear that others will consider her lesser because of this, but while she is working on these troubles, she blooms like a rose when she is praised and, in turn, praises others as well RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  the last time she had a decent shot at being in a relationship, it was cut short by chaldene killing first her beloved and then his mother, a bunch of other people and finally ayse, so she does not have much experience with being in a loving relationship, but she imagines that if she is herself and does not listen to chaila’s advice, everything will be fine

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  tba HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  she loves to dance, but she also likes to stargaze as she is generally most awake at night. other hobbies are cooking (with, so far, little success), people watching and, most importantly --- reading. there are so many words she wants to learn, so many new phrases . . . and she gets very excited over books MENTAL ILLNESSES. ptsd, ‘night’ terrors PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. none LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left brained PHOBIAS. if she is very honest? she is afraid of chaldene, but she is more angry than she is afraid and hopes that once the confrontation happens, she won’t break down SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  an 8, going up to a 10 --- when she was just validated. there are not many things that drag her down, even her status as demigoddess only troubles her when others decide that because of it, she cannot do her job. VULNERABILITIES.  her sense of honour is what drives her, and it is what forbids her from letting things go, something that puts her at risk when it leads her into situations where she cannot win, where she cannot even hope that it will --- by some miracle --- turn out just fine. after all: she knew that chaldene would kill her and faced him to accuse him of his wrongdoings

[vixensreiha]

Chisaka Airi by lyrinne

[inkberrry]

I forgot I wrote this after Crisis on Umbara and I just. Love it so much still. Here’s some Cal dealing with Theron’s betrayal in a way very much unlike him.

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Lyrinn didn’t frequent the cantina on Odessen often. She didn’t frequent any cantina often.

Tonight she was here on a mission. An unspoken mission, if she was truthful. One that no superior had given her, but she’d taken upon herself anyway. Someone needed to watch over the commander of the Alliance, and over the years she had proven to be the best at the job. It wasn’t something she was happy about, but it had to be done, and Lyrinn had always been bound to her duties.

She twirled her glass in her hand, the clear liquid inside untouched. Her focus wasn’t on drinking, but on the table nearby where Cal sat with his own drink. He was surrounded by who Lyrinn thought must be the closet thing to friends Cal had: the smooth talking devaronian, Gault, and the prickly rattataki, Kaliyo. Even from her spot a few tables over Lyrinn could hear their conversation. It was loud and hard to follow, and their voices carried the unmistakable trill of inebriation.

It wouldn’t do to have the Commander parade his drunkenness about. Especially not tonight, when news of Theron Shan’s betrayal was on every holonet channel in the galaxy. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots, and she was certain she wasn’t the only one who would. Lana would have her head if rumors spread about the commander drowning his pain instead of working diligently to suppress their looming destruction.

She made her way over to his table, walking deftly around crowds of soldiers trying to forget the news of the day. When she reached it she felt her body stiffen at the look she received from Gault — something between calculation and interest. Ever since his arrival, and subsequent fast friendship with Cal, Lyrinn had been concerned about their scheming. Gault knew it, and took every opportunity to make her job more difficult.

Cal followed Gault’s gaze and turned to see her. His movements were slower than usual, she noted. An effect of the many empty glasses littering the table, no doubt.

“Prel’yrin’nera,” he said with a smooth, deathly charming smile on his face and the name rolling off his tongue. With his words slightly slurred he had fallen back into a Csillain accent Lyrinn hadn’t known he had. “What a pretty Chiss name. If I married you my mother would be happy wouldn’t she?”

Lyrinn didn’t answer. She knew better than to play in Cal’s games.

“Come on,” she said instead, and reached down to hold Cal’s arm and tug him to his feet. He stood willingly, the smile still cemented on his lips. She used to love that smile, then hate it. Now it refused to stir anything in her.

She led him through the cantina, and to Cal’s defense he didn’t question her. He was surprisingly pliant and for once kept his usual stream of comments to himself. It should have been unnerving, but Lyrinn was too grateful to care just then. She wanted to get Cal to his room and safely tucked away from over curious eyes as efficiently as she could, and his lack of fight was a small blessing.

“Are we going to my room?”

Cal finally spoke when they were waiting in the elevator, the soft hum of moving machinery filling the space between his words. Lyrinn nodded and confirmed just in time for the doors to open up to the large staging room of the Alliance. It was quiet here during this hour, though not deserted. The room was never completely empty, just like the work of the Alliance was never truly over.

Tonight she pulled Cal past a few late workers, most of them sparing only a nod in their direction. It was another stroke of luck Lana wasn’t at her usual position, as it saved them from stopping for Cal to receive a lecture. Once free of the main area, they walked through a few twisting corridors before arriving at Cal’s chambers.

“Open the door, please,” Lyrinn said, and stepped aside so Cal could reach the biometric lock on the door. It never hurt to be too careful, and with the news of spies and betrayers among the alliance every person of importance had safely features to their room.

“Someone’s eager to get in, hm?” Cal said with a smile while he pressed his hand to the panel. Lyrinn only sighed and pushed his shoulders to make him step across the threshold. When they were both inside the door slid shut behind them, cutting off the dull buzz of nighttime activity in the base.

Lyrinn had never seen the interior of Cal’s rooms here on the base. When she thought of his home she remembered the extravagant apartment on Nar Shadaa, full of light and elegance. It fit her image of Cal perfectly, and she was sure that was exactly what he’d intended. Here, though, was something not so obvious or ostentatious.

It was well decorated like expected but there was function as well, and a sense of being lived in. Pieces of equipment were piled near a shelf, and a few articles of clothes were out of place on a plush chair. The color of the sheets and pillows were darker, more muted.

Theron, she thought. Those are Theron’s touches.

While she looked around Cal made his way over to the bed and collapsed onto it. Half of it appeared to be undisturbed; the pillows were fluffed and on perfect display, the sheets unwrinkled. He pat the mattress there along the divide of mess and order, inviting her to join him.

Lyrinn raised her eyebrows with a mix of disbelief and disgust.

“Been there,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest in resolute rejection. “And definitely done that enough times to know a reprisal would be the worst decision of my life.”

Cal’s laughter was unexpected and loud. It bounced off the thick walls of the underground room, echoing perversely back to Lyrinn’s ears. It was nothing like his usual laugh - the one that filled spaces like mist and tangled it’s way into your mind to settle there with ease.

“Harsh,” he said, and his laughter immediately cut off. Lyrinn would have been thankful if not for the silence it left. In it she noticed the way Cal’s eyes didn’t focus on anything, and the way his blue skin was slightly flushed from the alcohol in his body.

“I’ve never seen you drunk before,” Lyrinn commented. Tipsy and poised, yes. Even charmingly buzzed was a look Cal pulled off. This was different in an almost disturbing way. There was a root cause for it, she knew. She just never expected any cause to drive Cal to this level of inhibition.

“You must really be hurt,” she added, and sat down on the edge of Cal’s desk.

“I don’t get hurt.”

There was a hardness in Cal’s voice when he spoke this time. It felt laced with threat, but towards whom Lyrinn wasn’t certain. Himself, maybe. He was trying to convince himself, she thought. Right now he wanted to be the cold agent who never felt a thing. It was the man he’d been for as long as she’d known him.

“No, you never did, did you?” Lyrinn said, her own voice heavy with a sadness that surprised her. She didn’t care for Cal. She tried so hard not to care for Cal. His mistakes were his own now, and his myriad of issues no matter to her.

It was sad though. Despite herself she felt pity for him. This man laying on his back, red eyes almost lost to a world of his own making, was broken. She saw it clearly now for the first time. He was a handful of shattered pieces, each sharp enough to pierce and cut.

She sighed and looked away from Cal, suddenly unwilling to watch his ongoing spiral of destruction. It was hard to miss now that she saw it. Maybe things would have been different if she’d noticed it years ago, or if anyone had noticed it enough to pull Cal out of his darkness.

But someone had, Lyrinn remembered with an unwilling drop of her heart. Someone who was now their enemy. Someone who was fighting with all their strength to see Cal and everything he’d built torn down and destroyed.

“I love him.”    

Lyrinn’s eyes snapped back to Cal, the shock evident in her expression. He wasn’t looking at her to see it, his focus somewhere on the ceiling, and she had time to settle herself back into determined indifference.

It was quiet for another moment, both of them occupied with their own thoughts. Lyrinn struggled to come to terms with the stark honesty in Cal’s voice and the way his simple declaration stabbed her directly in the heart.

How many times had Cal told her he loved her in the past? More than she could count; more than she could remember. She believed him back then, for a while. He hadn’t loved her though. Not for a minute, not for a second. Cal didn’t love anyone.

Except now, his voice breaking just like he was, Lyrinn found truth in his words.

“I’ve never loved anyone before in my life,” Cal went on, long after Lyrinn thought he’d said all he had to say. He was still watching the ceiling, the glow of his eyes clear in the dim room. “I didn’t think I could.”

It was no surprise to Lyrinn to hear this particular part of Cal’s confession. She had the feeling long ago that he knew exactly how he functioned. No one could be so confident otherwise. She did wonder though if she was the first person privy to Cal’s inner feelings. No, not the first, she reminded herself. Theron was probably the first. One of two in the galaxy then. It didn’t feel like a privilege, just like hearing the hurt in Cal’s voice didn’t feel as good as she once thought it might.

When Cal spoke again he was bitter, the sound leaving a bad taste in the air.

“And now here I am. On the other side of my own deeds. It’s cosmic fucking karma.”

At least he saw the irony in the situation, Lyrinn thought. Immediately she regretted it, as she looked back to see Cal shift position on the bed in order to curl in on himself. He looked small, in contrast to his long slender limbs and usual impeccable posture. The hem of his shirt had caught on his skin at some point during his twisting and left a patch of blue visible. Far from being alluring, the sight made Lyrinn uneasy. It was like she was seeing a part of Cal she wasn’t supposed to, like that strip of soft skin above his belt was where his intimate, inner most feelings were pooling and dripping out.

“I used to think…” Cal started again, his cheek pressed into his plush pillows until they muffled his words. Lyrinn found herself leaning forward on the desk and straining to hear. “I used to look down on the people I was with. I was disgusted by their ability to delude themselves that I loved them back. Utterly baffled by the way they couldn’t see through me. How stupid were they that that could ever think I cared about them.”

The bitterness was back, laced with something akin to venom. It burned her blood to listen to, and to know she had been one of those people he described. He used her and countless others and in the process felt nothing. Nothing except perhaps this dull throb of derision.

He was vile, simply and completely.

And yet.

Lyrinn stood, intending to make her way to the door. She spared a last glance at Cal, and in that look she saw something wet shimmer in the red of his eyes.

“Theron Shan is a better spy than I am.”

If Lyrinn had not been looking at Cal, had not seen his lips move, she might have missed his words. He squeezed his eyes shut then and turned his face fully into the pillows, her own presence seemingly forgotten. Sighing with an emotion she couldn’t quite place, Lyrinn finally reached the door to leave. As she stepped through it the strangled sounds of muffled sobs hit her, only to be cut off when the door closed behind her.

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