Loch leant heavily against the cool brick wall, taking deep breaths against the mild yet rising nausea. He’d been fine until the first sip of the last drink hit. It was almost always the way, knowing his limit only once it was too late. This time, though, he was sure his rolling stomach was caused more by his sister’s words than the alcohol.     Part of Loch knew something had to be going on with Mist for her to act like that. The only time he’d ever seen her snap at anyone was during teenage bickering, mostly with River, but nothing that intense. Still, in his drunken state, much of that was buried by how her words had made him feel.      It wouldn’t be a problem at all if you just fucking talked about it...       Just accept this is what you want and get on with it...      Those felt like two very different problems. The first was becoming more and more immediate, but seemed entirely unsolvable without knowing if the second was even true. And Loch knew he couldn’t work that out just by talking it out. He knew their relationship well enough that even if Ash wasn’t actively trying to convince him, Loch might still make a decision based on the wrong things, for all the wrong reasons. It’s what they did. Even without talking about it, he still wasn’t sure his existing elusive, nebulous thoughts on the subject weren’t for those exact same wrong reasons.

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the healing pool

Thick air struck his face immediately, uncomfortably humid and smelling strongly of damp earth. He paused to adjust, each breath filling his lungs with such density, he momentarily felt as if he were drowning. His heart sank; the place had certainly fallen into disrepair since his last childhood visit. Mould colonised corners and a film of grime clung to every surface, leaving everything unpleasantly slick to the touch, each step precarious. Unlike the adornments of the palace, with their artistically applied verdigris, the blue-green patina here was not by design, beginning to spread in random patches over the dulling copper trimmings. The lone soulwood tree, whilst taller than last he saw it, still was not the size one would expect for its age. Perhaps it had given up, having realised the futility once it had reached the ceiling of its cage. Instead, hunched forward, it's thin branches crowded erratically under the dome, bathing in the sickly light filtering through its clouded glass. And yet, the water within the central pool remained perfectly clear, eerily untouched by the elements of slow decay surrounding it.

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TAYUIN: I didn’t mean to avoid you. That is, I wasn’t trying to hurt you or make you think I didn’t want to be around you. I was just— KYRIE: Avoiding the conversation. I know. TAYUIN: But that was stupid, too. KYRIE: Yes. But understandable. TAYUIN: No, it isn’t. I know you’re not like that. You mean well and you don’t try to push me about things. Back in the cave, I know now you only said it because you wanted to help. KYRIE: I said it because I didn’t understand. TAYUIN: Maybe. But since then, you’ve been nothing but patient. Don’t think I don’t see that. KYRIE: So it’s worth something to you? TAYUIN: I do appreciate it. I just get a little confused. When people are kind to me, I always expect it’s with bad intentions. I don’t exactly know how to… KYRIE: I know. TAYUIN: I was afraid of telling you what happened with the witch because I didn’t want you to feel guilty. It was my choice. Just like taking the curse on was yours. You were in a bad way and I didn’t want to make things worse for you. KYRIE: But it wasn’t easy on you, either. TAYUIN: I don’t need you to worry about me. KYRIE: I’m not asking permission. TAYUIN: sighs I wish you were cruel. I know how to manage cruelty. KYRIE: With all due respect, I hardly think “manage” is the right word. TAYUIN: I’m alive, aren’t I? KYRIE: Yes, you are. But not living. I wish you’d open yourself up to kindness. It’s a problem I want you to have. Learning to accept someone’s affection? Yeah. I want you to manage that. TAYUIN: If I tell you, promise me you won’t blame yourself. KYRIE: You don’t have to tell me— TAYUIN: I want to. KYRIE: Alright. I promise. TAYUIN: The witch… She told me I can never be Chosen of the Sun. That even if I’m to somehow win, if I accept the mantle… you’ll die. So, no matter what happens, I can’t win. I can’t be the one. And if the Moon says otherwise, I’ll still refuse. My wish isn’t worth your life. KYRIE: Tay… TAYUIN: Whatever your visions tell you, whenever they come back, you have to pick someone else. I have to do everything I can to lose this— TAYUIN: …why? KYRIE: I feel a lot. That’s what kissing is for, isn’t it? When you… feel too much? I don’t know. I’ve never kissed anyone before. KYRIE: I’m sor— TAYUIN: I can’t. KYRIE: Tay— TAYUIN: I can’t do this. You should hate me. You will hate me. KYRIE: I wouldn’t hate you. Why would you think that? TAYUIN: When I said I didn’t get the letter yet, I was lying. KYRIE: You…? TAYUIN: You seemed so happy when you came to me, I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it. I wanted to spend the day with you, so I lied to avoid bringing it up. But I can’t let you go on like this. I can’t know when you don’t. KYRIE: You… read it. TAYUIN: I knew something was off the moment I saw it. I should have just given it to you, but I… It wasn’t my right to read it and I’m sorry, but I don’t regret it. Because I know that giving this to you will shatter everything, and I wasn’t ready to lose your smile. I’m sorry! TAYUIN: Why? Why! Don’t you hate me— KYRIE: I told you, I wouldn’t hate you. If our positions were reversed, I’d have done the same.

my, my, those eyes like fire, I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.

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what kind of love are you

quiz: here tagged: @bool-prop

E T H R Y O N // Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

A I L O S // Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

what kind of love are you

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T A Y U I N // Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

what kind of love are you

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L O C H // Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

A S H E R // Love as a Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog. You will never, ever bite back.

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Eth was in the middle of unofficially arranging a political marriage for himself, but he had to change plans very abruptly. He's pretty pissed about it. Not because the new option is any worse for him, but because he feels he didn't have much of a choice. He recognises, years later, that it worked out far better for him.

For all that he treats Tayuin with disdain, he doesn't particularly dislike him. Truthfully, if he'd ever considered Tay in any sort of danger or true distress, he would have stepped in in some way to protect him, as he would his other siblings. Unfortunately, their parents' neglect didn't really register as such until near the end. By then, his attempts to help his father do anything about it were too late.

Eth is the only member of the royal family who actually stays within the company of his Sentinels at almost all times. As well as being heir to the throne and therefore at higher risk, Eth knows his magic isn't particularly suited to protecting himself, unlike his siblings' or parents'.

Out of all his siblings, his relationship with Ailos is the most fractured. Eth resents all the trouble Ailo causes, all the extra work it creates for him, and Ailos considers Eth either complicit in or wilfully ignorant of Kaelys' treatment of him. Eth doesn't understand why Ailos seems so intent on destroying his own reputation and life, and by extension, their family's reputation. Ailos isn't aware of just how much effort his brother expends to stop any of that from happening.

After Tay's escape and learning just how little of his siblings' lives he was actually aware of, Eth loses a great deal of his remaining respect for his parents, especially Kaelys. He's long known they're not perfect, but he was working under the assumption they were at least trying to do what they thought was best for each of their children.

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Tayuin remembers none of his early childhood years, and not just in a "too young to form memories"/"too long ago" way. To him, it doesn't feel like a gap in his memory, as he remembers years of neglect from his parents and mistreatment from his siblings all blurring together. He wouldn't even be able to pinpoint an exact moment as his "earliest" memory from which he can't remember anything before, and without a starting point as reference, he has no reason to believe it was ever different. So it's not something he's aware of.

He's not entirely incapable of using his magic, but it's unreliable enough that he doesn't even bother trying anymore. If it's not going to do exactly what he wants, when he wants, and for as long as he needs it to, what's even the point? Easier to just shoot things.

His hair was much lighter when he was a baby, closer to white. It's not uncommon for eladrin babies to have lighter hair that becomes more vibrant as they age, but it's especially common for winter eladrin to be born with white or almost white hair that gradually turns silver, grey, or a pastel shade during childhood.

In a very "the cold never bothered me anyway" way, despite only being half winter fae, Tay can withstand arctic conditions quite easily. Hypothermia? Never heard of her.

Conversely, he doesn't have as much of the passive abilities of his spring half. i.e. An extremely mild, barely noticeable resistance to poisons or disease vs most spring fae having near immunity. Another thing he's not really aware of. Like, a deadly poison might take an extra few hours or days to kill him, but that's easily attributed to him just being fae in general.

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was gonna work on another femboi render, but upgraded my graphics card over the weekend so I'm playing cyberpunk stress testing my PC. so, uh. later chooms ✌🏻

hiya! i think this might be a stretch, but in your anything but grey post, with the 37 skins, which skins are the male previews?

Sorry for the late reply! The first skin is the Ephemera Natural+, using the special "pasty" ramp I added, and the second is Ephemera Fresh Blue, using the "default" ramp.

o p a l e s c e ;

to emit or exhibit a play of colours like those of an opal

     Blushing, Mist dug at the ground with the toe of her shoe, overwhelmed and embarrassed at his praise. “...You thought you could just slip ‘cute’ in there like I wouldn’t notice,” she mumbled.      “Well, it’s as true as the rest,” he said earnestly. “But not more important. Do you know what a lot of the girls on our econ course are doing right now?”      She shook her head.      “Ignoring the assignment and getting drunk at a party on the other end of the beach. It’s loud. And incredibly distracting.”      “So... you like me because I’m not cool enough to be at a party?”      Lukas sighed. “Wow, I’m that bad at this, aren’t I? No, I like you for many reasons. But I like that you don’t care to follow everyone else just to fit in. Maybe you don’t see it, but I think that’s ‘cooler’.”      Mist smiled to herself. No one but her siblings and parents had ever really treated her like she was anything but dull or weird for being herself, and even then, they were family and had to. Still, she fiddled with the band on her wrist, the one quite literally helping her fit in.      “I’m not that comfortable in my own skin,” she said quietly. “I just... don’t find that kind of thing fun or exciting. And even if I could drink, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself just to make people like me.”      “Exactly.”      Still unconvinced, she looked up with a weak smile. His compliments made her feel warm, even if she didn’t fully agree with them. “Um. Thank you. For this. It was nice to be able to vent to someone. And I promise I won’t do it again,” she added with an awkward chuckle.      “Feel free. I like talking to you. Want me to walk you home?”      She glanced out at the dark streets. It was practically a straight walk from here, but it would be stupid to refuse, even if she could handle herself. “Um, would you mind?”      “Not at all.”      “Thank you.”      He smiled and gestured for her to lead the way. As they walked, he piped up again in a cheery voice. “So, other than at the end; how was the wedding? Crazy as I’m picturing?”      Mist laughed and spent the whole way back telling him about it, why it had been so last minute, and her family’s silly antics she’d witnessed over the day, once again amazed at how comfortable she felt talking to him. Though she still needed to resolve things with her brother, it no longer cast such a dark cloud over her, and by the time she reached home and collapsed onto her bed, she felt much better.

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