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[renardsnoir]

A Desire for Romance.

Day 7 : Lover/Aftermath

@daily-writing-challenge

A pinch of salt and pepper on the slices of pork and eggs roasting in the pan. A little sugar on the pancakes with a few berries. While the slices of meat and eggs finish cooking. Iseult begins to prepare the tray, decorating it with a few red rose petals and adding a cup of coffee.

This morning, Iseult had woken up much earlier than he had. And an idea had occurred to her, or rather a sudden desire for romance? Whether it was one or the other, her main desire was to surprise Ghawaine with breakfast in bed. He did that from time to time, so she decided to do the same.

She slid whatever was in the frying pan onto the plate, checked one last time that it was all right. Before going upstairs to take it to him. But first, she has to gently wake him up. A moment she appreciates, because in her eyes he's adorable.

[nixalegos]

Bloodlines amid Books

Continuation of THIS thread. His cowled visage tilted curiously at her confession. "...Half vykrul?" He asked with rising disbelief. "I really don't see it in you." He said with a shrug. "You just sort of expect anything half elf to look less elven, and anything part Vykrul to be well...taller and of a much hardier stock than." He uncrossed his arms to gesture to them in a up and down motion. "Well, than you. No offense." He said with a shrug. "I do have to ask how exactly that...worked however. It's not as if elven kind had any reason to be that far North until the Lich King marched."

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[eldridgecandell]

"He liked you. In his way..." She said with a nervous smile. "My brother just shows his emotions differently."

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The witch hunter would be grim as ever as he sat in the garden even with the sun shining on the summer afternoon in such a beautiful manor, it was all grey in his eyes. A soft clink of his spoon as he set aside from his cup before lifting the hot drink for a short sip before speaking. "I"d like to say the feeling was mutual, but I wouldn't lie to Iseult."

"I'm not brokenhearted to hear that he is gone."

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[safrona-shadowsun]

"The water is perfect. Not too hot, not too cold."

Iseult is always up for a good bath. When she can, she doesn't hesitate to go to the public bath.

@renardsnoir

Washing & Bathing Starters

"Isn't it marvelous?" Safrona sighed out pleasantly, submerging herself to the shoulders in the mineral bath as well as she pinned her long, burgundy braid up. "The water is pumped in from the natural pools from the mountain, then heated to specific temperatures I can adjust. I count myself lucky to host all of this. Best way to end a busy week." The large stone pool could fit up to 5 women with comfortable space, was walled off at the sides and gave a gorgeous front view of the misty mountainside.

Wading in closer to Iseult, the void elf offered a simple large hair pin. "For your hair, if you wish. And I placed a fresh towel by your clothes when you finish. There are also optional oils by the edge there to take with you."

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[maxparkhurst]

Shape of the Heart

What does your heart look like? -> [Quiz]

A Tangle Ball of Red Strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

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[duraxxor]

✧ for Iseult

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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[ghawainearcane]

"Aren’t you cold?"

Iseult slowly approaches him, a wool blanket in her hands.

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Ghawaine blinked up from his gardening, a smear of soil streaked across the bridge of his nose and more still along his forehead where be had rubbed away sweat. The mage had not realized how late it had gotten, the sun already pulling back the last of its rays behind the mountain crest, washing the plateau in a curtain of dusk and shadow. Dusting his hands off on his jeans the mage stood, offering a small smile Iseults way.

"I was not aware how late it had gotten, My Mouse. I apologize." Ghawaine glanced to the blanket in her arms. He wasn't cold. In truth he didn't really get cold, maintaining small spells to regulate his body temperature in different conditions whenever he was not in a deep sleep. Even now he was quite comfortable while only wearing a simple t-shirt and his work jeans. However, who was he to turn down an opportunity to enjoy the evening with Iseult under a blanket.

For that he could feign being chilly. Setting his trowel to the side and wiping his hands on the rag in his pocket, the mage climbed over the garden fence to join her. "I would not turn down a warm blanket with you, my love, and a view of the stars to share." He rumbled gently, offering her his arm.

Not for the first time, Ghawaine wondered how he had become so blessed.

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[truth-and-sun]

Synthesizing Emotion

Showing Emotion: A’gust Tia

Rules: Please repost, don’t reblog! Bold what applies/appeals to your muse, italicize what sometimes applies/is situational. Tag if you do this, I’d love to see it! 💖

ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts, foot stompies

JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS: crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate

GUILT: avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR/ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyses, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, freeze, withdraw, fawn

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TAG! You’re it: @fabulousquel @atviera @dagasii @longveil (Do it again :3) @foxglovethings @scholarlostintime @sharlayan-starweaver @zeehva (for any of your muses!) @renardsnoir​ (Pick a muse!)

[mazthoril]

character arc: nenniah

redemption arc

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

quiz

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[acrowamongsparrows]

Character Arc

For the Quiz

Eldridge of Kovir

Disillusionment Arc It's hard to imagine yourself when you were young. maybe you were meant to be a hero; maybe you could have been, in another world, but this world only made you sad. there seemed to be too many problems to fix and too much cruelty and too many hard lines that you did not know how to soften. the world turns and it is bloody and hard and you sit on your bed, thinking about the blood and the hardness and all you failed to do. i know it feels like you could sleep until the end of time, but i hope you don't. i hope you lift yourself out of bed one day, not to save the world, but to peel an orange and to walk in a forest; to find all the softness you could not create.

Duncan Waycrest

Redemption Arc Your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

Janus Klaudin

Romance/Friendship Arc You started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

Alfred Klaudin

Corruption Arc You got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding. Tagged by @renardsnoir

[renardsnoir]

Lost.

Day 2 : Divine/Tragedy (TW: Death mention.)

@daily-writing-challenge

Oh no. Oh no, no, no… Iseult doesn't like this. She doesn't like what's coming next. She exchanges small glances with the rest of her colleagues before pulling a white sheet over the woman's body. She doesn't like it. But sometimes all the magic, all the treatments in the world, sometimes can't heal someone. No matter how hard she tries. Sometimes, Death is much more powerful. Before going to her loved ones, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

This was not the first time she had made this announcement. But she still has that feeling of heartbreak, heavy leg, and knotted throat. When she sees loved ones fall apart. Whether they are crying in front of it or standing in disbelief at the information. It's hard, it's really hard to see, to hear. And this time is no exception to the rule. And like every time, Iseult does her best to accompany people during this difficult phase. She does her best to keep her calm and face, to remain compassionate and caring.

There are many things Iseult loves about her job. She could make a long list. But loss, that tragedy. That's the thing she hates the most. And tonight when she gets home, she'll look to Ghawaine for comfort after this hard day.

@ghawainearcane for mention

[nixalegos]

"I'm fine, just. . . give me a minute." Maxwell mumbles.

With age its healing factor even a little longer to take effect than when it was young. But that doesn't mean it's ineffective.

Sometimes he envies this eternal youth that we elves. It's true that it's very practical to go and hunt down criminals.

@renardsnoir

"Do you require a pick me up?" He said raggedly as he paused next to the winded bounty hunter. Running hard was difficult for even the most seasoned and physically fit. Even with elven physiology, Nixalegos was also drained from the effort of giving dedicate chase. "I have combat stims, do you have any issue from alchemical solutions?" He said as he reached towards his utility belt. Naturally, he seemed to have every trick in the book on his person, why wouldn't he have means to supplementing stamina too?

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[eldridgecandell]

"Put down the pen. You can finish that later."

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Captain Rachel Dewitt would look up from her paper with a very curious glass to the man in front of her desk. Her half moon spectacles would gently be set to the table as she leaned back in the old creaking office chair as she folded her arms across her chest. "Mister Maxwell, was it? I understand you are an associate of one my inquisitors, but I can assure you of this."

Her eyes would narrow hard as the flint shined bright in them from the low candles around her. "This is my office, this my job, and you are only a guest in here. You will respect my time and I will do my best to respect yours."

"Now, since we have gotten off on this foot, lets try to be on a better second step. What brings you to my office and how can I be of assistance?"

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[safrona-shadowsun]

HOW DOES YOUR STORY END?

Safrona's Results: Now How You Expected.

Whoever would have thought you would end up here? Certainly not you - you come from humble roots, unremarkable in the way of so many little tragedies. Someone like you is not meant to stand on the world stage. You are not meant to be capable of all that you have done. They told you that from on high, didn't they? The kindest thing I can say to you, though I hope you know it by now, Is this: they were wrong. Your tale is a fable - a lesson in becoming. You did not ask for this, but it is nonetheless yours. Stand tall, darling; heavy is the head that wears the crown, if only because it is cast in gold.

Tagged by: @astralfox0893 - thank you!

Tagging: @preachersooc @asharinhun @nixalegos @duraxxor @hazriel @renardsnoir @mremaknu and anyone else who might like to do this. No pressure, of course.

[somekndofpeople]

“I don’t like that look, what happened?”

He looks at him, as if he had something special in his face.

For Jack.

Dialogue prompt from here

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He dismounts his horse, The Scourge, and takes the few calm steps needed to stand at the edge of the gorge and look down into it. Easily getting face to face with what would cause most people to back away in fear. If it wasn’t for the height, then the intrusive ideas that come with such a vantage point are what would do them in. But not for him, none of that so much as even sparked intrigue into him. However, as his eyes focus on the distance below, they shift from his token stagnant stare into something of a surprise. A few beats pass and it’s as though he had looked into the face of someone he knew, but could not remember their name, and with the right stroke of luck, it came to him. The pang of familiarity gripped his bones and only when the other voice reached out to him was he able to pull his eyes away, up, and out to the edge of land across this pit of the earth.

Just in doing so, a wail rises from the depths below. As if the air was being rung out of a corpse’s lungs. Echoing up from the chasm as to call to the Lone Rider in welcome. But, Jack does not look back down. He cannot escape this feeling of knowing what the creature below feels. How it yearns and h u n g e r s. How he, too, feels an empty pit inside stretching him at the seams on some nights. He feels as though he had just looked into a mirror. That in some distant future, he will be down there, wailing for the pangs to stop.      “It’s nothing…” his voice finally cracks softly. He pries a step back away from the edge, and another of the creature’s wails reached out to be heard. This time, The Scourge calls back, and Jack then finds his wits about himself to turn around. swiftly closing the distance to take his horse’s reigns and silently beckon for her to quiet. He glances at the other rider, his usual dry demeanor falling over him once again. Severity laces his tones and gives away the calm façade he managed to gather for himself, “What’s down there stays down there.”

[vampiric-bite]

“Tell me what happened.”

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"I don’t want to." At first Reistr protested, but he also did want to tell someone… even if it was a little white lie. Steadying his nerves the vampire took a deep breath.

"… Fine. I suppose it was a deal of sorts, part of my soul ripped away in exchange for immortality."