#shay replies

[nosensedit]

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[wiishescametrue]

from here. || @therxdeemxr

She doesn't like to see him in pain. But it's unfortunately part of the whole thing he does. She dropped her hand and sighed as she looked up at him. "How did you manage to fracture your cheekbone?" She wondered if she was going to have to call someone. She knew people as much as he did.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I see posts that remind me of ace discourse and feel like I'm sitting on my porch cocking a shotgun

[mementoasts]

computer how do i convince myself that simply sending my friend a pic of something i think they'd like is probably not going to get me perceived as the most irritating motherfucker on the entire planet

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Greetings, my dear Shay mutual!!! (Have a cup of coffee in case you need it ☕and a hug in case you feel down 🫂)

Here to ask about our beloved Irish brogue and your darling OC Constance.

How did they meet?

Slow-burn or love at first sight?

Have you written a one-shot about them? If not, do you have one in mind?

A faceclaim for Constance?

And finally: If you could choose a song or music that just speaks volumes of these two, which song or music would it be? Or do you have a playlist about them?

So here it is! Sorry for asking so late!

Have a beautiful day, Shay mutual! 😊😊😊

Dear Shay Mutual, hello! :D

Thank you for much for the message, the hug, and the cup of coffee! All are welcome! Also, please forgive the SUPER LATE response to this message, but I was unable to write everything out sooner. So, if you're still around, I hope you can still enjoy reading about these two! Hope you are having a beautiful day, as well! ^_^

Now, onto my answers!

1. I actually haven't decided yet on exactly how or when they meet, though I can tell you that takes place in June 1756, after Shay has recovered under the care of Constance's parents-in-law, the Finnegans. That being said, before they meet proper, Constance DOES spot Shay in town, sporting her late husband's Templar coat - and let's just say, she immediately decides to have some strong, choice words with Barry and Cassidy!

2. Slow burn, ABSOLUTELY. Each can't deny the other is physically attractive, but with the still-grieving Constance initially unhappy with Shay inheriting her late husband's coat, and Shay still emotionally recovering from defecting from the Assassins, the sparks don't begin to fly until much later on! (Y'know, once they've had a chance to talk like actual adults? lol)

3. I haven't written any one shots yet, actually! But once I get things more solidified with them, I might! Maybe if I ever open up requests for ficlet prompts again, I'll offer them as an option!

4. My current faceclaim for Constance is the lovely Dominique Devenport!

5. And I do currently have a playlist for them, that I'm still adding to! But one song I will mention that ALWAYS reminds me of them is "Sirens" from the "Jane Eyre" musical. With all the references to the sea, the passionate frustration, and the underlining pining, I think it's just perfect for them! (Especially given some of the obstacles that come later on that prevents them from getting together just yet.)

Thank you so much again for your lovely message, I enjoyed answering it! And please, if you have any further questions, don't hesitate to ask! ^_^

[sipsteainanxiety]

i thought i was going crazy bc my ao3 account wasnt giving me any notifs in my inbox about new comments so i checked my preferences and

HEAD IN MY HANDS

[izvmimi]

💡ahhhhhhh. anyways, love you

stop i feel like i never see you i miss you

the smell of fresh roasted coffee! blowing bubbles on a spring day! the sound of a satisfied sigh!

[starswallowingsea]

okay wait hold on i've done a similar poll before but now i bring you

[lunarmoves]

would you mind if i dropped more pictures of poppy and stormy, my rabbits, here for you? i'm assuming you liked them from what i've seen ^^'

i am so late but yes u can dm them to me LOLLL i love poppy and stormy, my saviors!! lights of my life!! would die a million bajillion times for them!!!!!!!

[nosensedit]

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[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hi, my dear @giuliettaluce​! for some reasons, I couldn’t manage to post this directly under the ask, so allow me to create a post with the story! <3 thanks for bringing this ask to my inbox, I had fun writing this! I hope you will like this too! <3 This is pretty much how Shay and Aura met for the first time (at least face to face).

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(....) Shay looked intently at the creature in front of him, his dark inquisitive eyes roaming over her figure, trying, as much as he could, to not stare. But he found it almost impossible, for nothing, in his life, had prepared him to meet someone quite like the woman hiding in his quarters on the Morrigan. He tried to move as slowly as he could, so not to startle her, as he tried to approach her with small steps and his hands up, in a way that, he hoped, could convey to her that he meant her no harm. Aside from the skin of the seal tied around her neck and falling on her back, only her wintery white hair offered a small cover for her frame; yet, the young woman felt no shame in not wearing any garment. For his part, Shay tried as much as he could not to lower his eyes toward her bare breasts: as much as she wasn’t uncomfortable by her bareness, he was. “What’s your name, lass? What happened to you?” he asked in a murmur, kneeling in front of her. The woman tilted her head, her dark eyes widening as she hooked her gaze to his, blinking every so often, not leaving him for even one moment. “Do you understand me?” he continued when he saw that she would not answer. He could not say if she was afraid, curious, or just wary of him. No emotion would transpire from her face, but one of serene quietude. But her gaze…her gaze carried the weight of years that had long passed, centuries before Shay was born. For one brief moment, he felt vertigo taking over him, the same way it always happened whenever he was at the helm of the Morrigan at night and he looked up toward the endless vault of the sky. Seeing how she would maintain her silence, Shay let out a low sigh, before standing up. He went toward his desk, where half a loaf of bread and a small wedge of cheese were untouched, the remnants of his solitary dinner, and putting them on a plate he brought them to the young woman. “Here,” he said, kneeling again while he offered the small meal to her. “It's not much, but it’s good.” The young woman looked at the bread, and he could see her eyes lit up a little, the tip of her pink tongue licking her upper lip in anticipation. “So, you are hungry,” he murmured, keeping his deep rumbling voice to a mere murmur so as not to startle her. Shay’s eyes widened when he saw her hand reach out to the bread and saw the transparent membranes between her fingers. Who was she? What was she? Drowning his questions in his chest, he stood still and kept looking at her with growing curiosity. The ageless woman brought it to her nose, and sniffed it, unsure. “Don’t you worry, lass,” he said, with a reassuring smile. She looked at him, narrowing her eyes. “I promise it’s good.” Looking once more toward the bread, the woman took a bite out of it. It was hard, true, with a taste she had never quite experienced before, but she was so hungry, that she just swallowed it down in one big gulp, before swiftly taking the rest out of Shay’s hand and gobbling it down without many ceremonies. “There you go, lass. Eat it up.” he chuckled, his nose crinkling as he looked at her munching away. When she was done with it, she looked up at him, her dark eyes warmer than they were before. “Ég heiti Aura,” she chirped, in a sweet voice, her tongue rolling up when she pronounced the ‘r’. Shay raised his eyebrows in surprise: so she was able to talk. “Wh-what did you say, lass?” he said, trying to imitate the sound. A smile tugged her lips. She poked at her breast, and spoke once again, slower this time. “Aura. Ég heiti Aura.” “Aura.” He repeated, trying to roll the r the same way she did, but failing to do so. “So that’s your name. That’s a pretty one, lass.” She smiled, not really understanding what he was saying. But his tone was gentle, and his smile was warm, and that had been enough for her to offer him her name. She tilted her head to the side. “Prrretty?” He grinned softly and pointed toward her. “Pretty.” She hummed for a second, closing her eyes, her whole face pointed in a focused expression as if she was busy analyzing the word. Once she looked at him again, she pointed toward herself and said, without hesitation. “Aura prrretty.” Shay nodded with a small chuckle, his cheeks warming up. “Yes. Aura is very pretty.” After letting all that he had just said to her sink in, she started to speak in a language that Shay never heard before. When she saw that he was looking at her without talking back, confusion in his dark human eyes, she paused, tilting her head before leaning closer to his face, closer than anyone in polite society would get to another human being. She touched her breast again, repeating her name, and then she touched his chest, once, twice. “Oh?” he said, blushing when he felt her warm hand through his shirt. “You want to know my name? I am Shay, lass. Shay.” She pouted, taking in what he had just said. “Sch-hay,” she tried to enunciate. He chuckled. “Almost. Shaay.” Her eyes looked up toward his brow, and with delicate fingers the ageless woman caressed a tuft of hair that was hanging against his forehead, a twinkle of curiosity in her gaze as her fingers trailed down his face, caressing his eyebrows, his nose, and his jaw. When she felt his stubble scratching against her skin, she giggled. “Pretty,” she chirped, smiling wide at him. Before he had the chance to answer, Shay saw her turning her face toward the window, cocking her head to one side as if she was hearing sounds that he could not. Standing on her feet with one fluid movement, she ran toward one of the windows and looked outside. He followed her, and peaking over her shoulder, he saw a pod of seals in the water underneath them, their round heads and big black eyes looking straight toward them, chirping the same way Aura was doing at that moment, using that language that wasn’t similar to anything he had ever heard in his life. Aura started to talk in the same language she had used before, chirping and thrilling almost like a bird. “Is this your family, Aura?” he asked. She turned to look at him and tilted her head to the side. Then, with a soft gesture of the hand, she poked herself and then pointed to the seals underneath. “Don’t you worry, lass.” He murmured, daring to move a strand of hair away from her face. “ We will find a way to bring you back to them,”

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There you have it, sis! <3 hope you will like it! <3

--Nemo

[skylinerd]

oopsies i arise from the grave to post codextober stuff and i skipped ahead

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Crawling out of bed after an 11 hour shift only to realize that maybe. maybe I'm not exactly taking care of myself

[iceicewifey]

🖋️ Shay talks in her sleep?

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 🖊 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙊𝘾𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 !

ough... maybe not all the time but i can see her doing that tho, especially if she's super exhausted or if she's got a cold or something ;v;

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

for the Lyrics game. BRING IT WITH CONSTANCE. Am curious. :D

Nemo, my friend! Good to hear from you! 💕 I'll certainly be glad to share something for Constance! ^_^

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Constance Finnegan ~ "Candle on the Water"

"I'll be your candle on the water, My love for you will always burn I know you're lost and drifting But the clouds are lifting Don't give up, you have somewhere to turn

I'll be your candle on the water, 'Till every wave is warm and bright My soul is there beside you, Let this candle guide you Soon you'll see a golden stream of light

A cold and friendless tide has found you, Don't let the stormy darkness pull you down I'll paint a ray of hope around you, Circling in the air, Lighted by a prayer..."