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hi! i've moved z'nakei over to her own standalone/main blog so i don't have to put up with how limited sideblogs are anymore!
you can now find her over at @starlit-heir
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hi! i've moved z'nakei over to her own standalone/main blog so i don't have to put up with how limited sideblogs are anymore!
you can now find her over at @starlit-heir
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random thought/headcanon that came to mind!
if nakei wasn't as inclined towards magic as she is/had pretty much no capability for it? she probably would've started out as rogue and developed her own thing instead of evolving to ninja since they technically do use magic/aether
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Z'nakei's workspace is now covered in these, all meiticulously lined up to form a larger pumpkin design.
When she returned to her study with the extra books she needed, she damn near dropped them. Normally, she would be angry at both the lack of space to move around and the waste of what looked like sweets. But, absolute bewilderment drowned out anything else.
A few more seconds of stunned silence before she moved to summon the little familiar she had borrowed from Sil'dihn to take care of the mess. And then she was off to go find Hythlodaeus, not even bothering with a usual greeting and instead straight to, "What the Hells?""
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Blink... blink...
"Hythlodaeus... Respectfully," That distinction was important, "what the Hells are you doing...?"
He is now happily stacking candy pumpkins on 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓’s head.
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Z'nakei spared the barrier a glance, gnawing at her lip. She looked from it, to Lahabrea, back to it, back to Lahabrea... Repeat a few times until she stepped back again and added more magic to the barrier to reinforce it.
"I already told you the important bits! Now stay out of my memories!" There was a pause, the Miqo'te debating how far her voice would carry. More importantly, was anyone else even remotely close enough to hear?
Well, people did tell her she had impressive lungs... The Miqo'te drew in a deep breath. The tell-tale signs of someone about to start screaming to bring in a third party to distract. Themis, maybe? He had seemed more than willing to coddle her...
Z’NAKEI.
Z'nakei’s brows furrowed as she looked away from him with a huff. If he found one thing, that’d open a whole lot of floodgates that aren’t supposed to be opened! A whole lot of information he’s not supposed to know yet!
But if she got too fighty in this, that wouldn’t end well either, considering she’s supposed to just be some ‘familiar’. But… If she had to weigh which one would be worse…
“Nope.” The Miqo'te repeated, grip tightening on her staff as she moved to tap it against the ground, a magic barrier forming between the two of them. And again a few more steps were taken back, ears flattening back as she went quiet to try and more clearly assess the situation. Because now, it just seemed to be a lesser of two evils, question, considering she could not have him finding out about things ahead of time.
Of course the familiar would refuse to cooperate. After all she seemed to have a mind of her own and was a creation of Azem. He should have expected it yet was taken aback by the resistance all the same. If this exchange continued as it did, it would lead nowhere and Lahabrea would still be entirely ignorant of what was going to happen with Pandaemonium. “If you resist I will be forced to take these memories from you regardless of your consent,” the Speaker informed her, hoping that this bitter truth would move her a step closer to sharing what she knew. “Pandaemonium is my responsibility and if there is anything to happen with the prison this could endanger the entire star.”
After all, the dungeons housed the most dangerous creatures of their star and some of them had been made particularly to be stored at this place. For it to be displaced in the aetherial sea or anywhere else outside its pocket dimension would be a threat to all that lived. “Your well-being is not of greater import than the safety of Etheirys.”
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@crownedveil
Being awake was... lonely, to say the least. Although, she really only had herself to blame. She had quite explicitly told the Scions to stop worrying about her and to instead tend to the hundreds, thousands still trying to pick up the pieces of their lives. They greatly outnumbered her, and therefore, were more important. It'd be selfish of her to demand time that could and should be used on them.
With Eo, thankfully, it was different. Of course, it still didn't change the fact that she was painfully insistent that they don't spend all their time on her.
And in those moments she was left with maddening silence, her thoughts free to wander. ...Not that there was much to even think about. Everything was one big blur of stress. Hells, it was all still so much of a blur that when she finally woke up she was panicked- frantically feeling as though she was missing something- that she was supposed to be doing something vital.
Imagine her horror and surprise upon being informed that she had already done it, and damn near died in the process. And she still couldn't muster up a clear memory. Although based on what she could guess and piece together from the Scions' horrified reactions- apparently Krile had done something beyond irresponsible. ...She wasn't even sure she wanted to remember clearly. Any of it, really.
A glance towards the mirror, catching a glimpse of herself. And for reasons part of her still desperately wanted to block out, her skin absolutely crawled. Should she be getting up? Absolutely not, but she had to cover that mirror. And cover it she did, before falling flat on the floor in the process.
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FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS . bold what applies to your character
BODY. long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / primordial pouch / ventral longitudinal fold / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight
HEIGHT. shorter than 140 cm / 141 cm-150 cm / 151 cm to 160 cm / 161 cm to 170 cm / 171 cm to 180cm / 181 cm to 190 cm / 191 cm to 2m / taller than 2 m.
SKIN. pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne (occasional blemish) / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred
EYES. small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned
HAIR. thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / soft / shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / grey / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / strawberry blonde / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS. no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing
COSMETICS. eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light countouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears
SCENT. floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / scented laundry detergent / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food / incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice / sulfur /
CLOTHES. jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / wifebeater / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt / miniskirt / maxidress / sundress / overalls / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / highslit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest / khaki pants / suit / hoodie hood / harem pants / leather jacket / leather trousers / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / thong / hotpants / cargo pants / hipster pants / bra / sportsbra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur / gloves / mask / doesn’t usually wear clothing
SHOES. sneakers / high top converse / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots (rip shoes, she has paws XD)
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Alice? The Miqo'te blinked a few times, trying to make sense of that. It certainly wasn't any name native to her home... Her eyes widened when candles suddenly lit up, hands frantically feeling around anew as she located her staff in the dim light.
Her lips parted for a second, about to correct that whoever 'Alice' was, she didn't know them. Immediately though, she decided against it- feeling the urgency of the situation.
She shifted forward, one hand gripping tightly onto her staff and the other grabbing ahold of the stranger's hand to pull herself up to her feet. "Dreaming I get... but.." Her brows furrowed, "Do I know you?" She hadn't ever come up with entirely new people for her dreams... as far as she knew, at least.
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At this point in her life, she was no stranger to nightmares. However, things had taken an abnormal turn once she was back in Sharlayan from Ultima Thule and reliably back among the living. Being bedridden while she recovered, there wasn’t anything she could do to distract herself. The only thing to do to pass time was one of the things she hated most at this point- sleeping and letting it happen. The first time she woke up bleeding, she brushed it off- reasoning that she had reopened any of her numerous wounds with her tossing and turning. Deep down she knew that was impossible, irrational, by the time she he had woken up, the Scions all assured her that her wounds- external- were healed. So perhaps it was internal again?
The second time, wounds that had been healed for years were searing with pain and beginning to horribly bruise. The third time, her silent scream was cut off as she coughed up blood- and again she tried to brush it away- she had reopened something inside, she’d just heal it and she’d be fine.
And on, and on, and on. By the time she was hearing whispers of a name not her own, she was beyond paranoid- jumping at every little sound. The Scions had to near force her to sleep, made drowsy with magic as she frantically protested that no- she could not sleep. Bad things happened when she fell asleep- bad things that were somehow worse than her nightmares had been before all of this.
This time she was lucid. Or perhaps she had been the other times and had just forgotten. Hells if she knew at this point. She gripped her staff in a death grip within trembling hands, claws digging into the wood.
it wasn’t long before it grew too dark for her to see, something knocking her off balance and her staff out of her grip. The Miqo’te fumbled blindly in the dark for her staff- or anything she could use to get up as it somehow got even darker. Normally she’d be too prideful to voice her distress, but at the moment all bets were off.
Continuing to clumsily shift about on her knees and feel around for anything she could use for support, she started screaming to those she knew would come at her beck and call. “Fray?! Ardbert?! FRAY!!”
But no one came. No one she could see, at least.
HER PRESENCE IS ONE THAT WONDERLAND’S VERY HEART hinged upon : the moment she had stepped into the nightmares weaved by the claws of the Jabberwock, those closely connected to her soul, such as they were, had felt her presence. Among them, three : two gods, one anomaly. To interfere was sacrilege, for she existed in this space only for a single purpose… to fall to sleep, to fall to death. Through these nightmares, her fate would be met, one way or another, or so the star’s and their fates had foretold, eons before her, and so they would eons after. But ALICE LIDDELL had never walked the path that fate had lined for her and she would very well not start to do so now.
Quiet, he beckons himself, consumed in the darkness of a million uneasy, silently woven terrors. Thousands ‘pon thousands of years has it been since the white rabbit had ripped open the edges of his long sealed hole, climbed to the very top where he had once beckoned a young woman in her blue dress. Now he is a singular light within this dark, pure white ‘gainst the black, and it is to her he comes.
The names she calls out in the nightmare are not those of any Wonderlandian’s who seek her presence : but he is all that this broken, mad, insane world is willing to offer her. He should not be here, he is not fated to be, but he has already decided that he will save her.
“Alice,” he calls out quietly at first, footfalls breaking through the distant screams and deafening silence of the Jabberwock’s nightmarish realm. He cannot see her just yet, but already, he arm is outstretched, desperate and searching, because he would beckon her to safety as soon he could. It had been days, weeks, perhaps even months - but it was time now. She is falling. “Alice, can you hear me? Let me help.”
He is a stranger to her, he knows, but the moment he speaks, it is as if life is given to this dreary dream. Suddenly, a singular row of candles is alit between them, a straight path and then, he sees her. His footsteps rush and in moments, the rabbit has come to her side, but not close enough to enter her space, lest he disturb her.
Instead, he reaches out a well meaning hand, indicating he wishes to help her up.
“You can see me now, can’t you? You’re asleep in your realm? You’re dreaming.”
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Send ‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!
This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic
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What’s something you wish to improve?
gonna be a super boring answer, but idk, honestly! my memory is tiny and i'm just generally all over the place. so i'd like to think i'm always improving at least a tiny bit in some way, even if i don't actively realize it
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Almost instinctually, a hiss tore itself from her throat. "I'm perfectly fine!" A nerve had most certainly been struck. "You don't know me. At all." Her ears flattened back a bit, "You'd do best not to assume."
Another hiss, this one entirely involuntary. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, trauma, or both, but she found paranoid thoughts creeping in and spiraling. Did he really know that much, or was he just bluffing? How did he know that much? Should she be taking this seriously...?
Her free hand felt at her side, silently- unfortunately- reminding herself that she did not have a knife on her in case things went wrong.
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Blink. Blink. Her features twisted into confusion. “I’m not even threatening you?” …Yet. And this was why she literally only kept the Scions in company. People were far too confusing and she had only recently managed to decode the Scions.
For a moment she just stared at the Viera before blurting, in her infinite wisdom, “You see things, too?” A few more blinks as she caught up with what she just said, “I mean… Oh no, you see things… Do you need help?”
Ah, her filter was failing her. Time to add copious amounts of coffee to her to-do list once she escapes this awkward situation.
Bah, a poor slip of words. He knew what he said when he had informed her that the trail of death followed her. There was one, and then there was two, and then many that surrounded her back. Faceless souls hovering around her presence as if to either guard or drown her. He could see it and more, but why would he bother? “You’ve never dabbled in the arts of death, this I know. Yes, I see things. What keeps you awake, what claims your sleep. What agony you endure for merely existing.” That will be all. Any more and he would be too generous.
He will not work for free, after all. “You are the one in need of help, Warrior of Light. Well, let us hope that you find it.” Because he’s certainly unwilling to work with her at any capacity. Not even to assist her with her sleepless nights.
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Blink. Blink. Her features twisted into confusion. "I'm not even threatening you?" ...Yet. And this was why she literally only kept the Scions in company. People were far too confusing and she had only recently managed to decode the Scions.
For a moment she just stared at the Viera before blurting, in her infinite wisdom, "You see things, too?" A few more blinks as she caught up with what she just said, "I mean... Oh no, you see things... Do you need help?"
Ah, her filter was failing her. Time to add copious amounts of coffee to her to-do list once she escapes this awkward situation.
stxrcxller:
Seeing how quickly he recoiled and was ready to turn tail was incredibly amusing. And the remark was right there on the tip of her tongue, that surely there was some degree of fear if he was leaving so suddenly- even if on just an emotional integrity level. But, amazingly, she held that one in.
What remark she couldn’t stop herself from saying, though, “‘I scare nobody’, huh…? Because that train of thought ends well.” Another tired sigh, “Perhaps not odd to the average person, but even with best efforts to lay low…” She gestured down at her far from normal appearance, bordering on the monstrous. “I’m obviously not average.” A thinly veiled ‘we both know you know who I am’.
“I don’t have to be 'uncouth’ if you don’t make things more obvious. Trying to get you to stop from digging your own grave is far from uncouth.”
He had to look back, if only to find the ground in which she was pathetically walking on. Was that meant to inspire fear? To have him kneeling before her and lick every inch of her foot? Wood Mother, forgive him if he’s to doubt that this is meant to be the savior of the realm. The knowledge that salvation is being delivered upon by a woman of her personage? Might as well doom himself and everyone he loved.
“I will only say this once…” he began to rub his forehead, in disbelief at how childish she is. “I do not care. Your power, your level of recognition in these lands. What will you do? Harm me in broad daylight? Your strength does not invite awe, only pity that you would use it because someone wounded your pride. There are more fearful things that lurk of which you cannot see.” It’s almost akin to dealing with a toddler at this point.
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Seeing how quickly he recoiled and was ready to turn tail was incredibly amusing. And the remark was right there on the tip of her tongue, that surely there was some degree of fear if he was leaving so suddenly- even if on just an emotional integrity level. But, amazingly, she held that one in.
What remark she couldn't stop herself from saying, though, "'I scare nobody', huh...? Because that train of thought ends well." Another tired sigh, "Perhaps not odd to the average person, but even with best efforts to lay low..." She gestured down at her far from normal appearance, bordering on the monstrous. "I'm obviously not average." A thinly veiled 'we both know you know who I am'.
"I don't have to be 'uncouth' if you don't make things more obvious. Trying to get you to stop from digging your own grave is far from uncouth."
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HM. This almost sounded like something she’d be obligated to ‘care’ about if he kept talking. She shifted closer, one hand clutching her staff for dear life so she’d have the support to rock up onto her toes and half-slap her free hand to his mouth. “No. Sh. Stop.”
“'Enthused by other wares’?? In a funeral parlor? Firstly, please, kindly shut the Hells up before I am obligated to do something. Secondly, you could stand to be less obvious.” The Miqo'te let out a sigh that was nothing but pure exhaustion as she pulled her hand away and got back onto mostly steady footing.
“Now… Wow, I’ve never seen or talked to you before, how interesting!” Tone dripping with sarcasm, but also unspoken warning of her former ‘no, sh, stop’.
He was quick to evade her touch, unappreciative of her sudden move. If he appeared too gleeful earlier, all signs of joy immediately left as soon as they came. The Viera began to frown, his lips thinning in disgust. This woman is supposed to be The Warrior of Light? If only all that fame could make purchase of manners.
“You forget where you are,” he replied, crossing his arms with visible anger still. “This is Ul'dah. What is so odd about a funeral parlor advertisement, and it having additional wares to boot? You could have simply asked. We have candles of various make and coffins crafted from exported materials. But how uncouth…” Realizing he had wasted his time, he turned on his heel to leave the woman be. “You scare nobody.”
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HM. This almost sounded like something she'd be obligated to 'care' about if he kept talking. She shifted closer, one hand clutching her staff for dear life so she'd have the support to rock up onto her toes and half-slap her free hand to his mouth. "No. Sh. Stop."
"'Enthused by other wares'?? In a funeral parlor? Firstly, please, kindly shut the Hells up before I am obligated to do something. Secondly, you could stand to be less obvious." The Miqo'te let out a sigh that was nothing but pure exhaustion as she pulled her hand away and got back onto mostly steady footing.
"Now... Wow, I've never seen or talked to you before, how interesting!" Tone dripping with sarcasm, but also unspoken warning of her former 'no, sh, stop'.
By her response, it's fairly easy to tell that it'd require more than bare minimum effort to lure this woman into their fold. With authorities not out of reach, it'd be wise for him to not raise a red flag for now. He'd attempt to ease the tension between them, if not pose himself as harmless as possible. Well? There's truth to it. It's not him that people should be watching out for, but the trade in which he's involved. He dug his fingers inside a small pouch and handed over a stellar voucher clad in gold, each Eorzean letter crafted with utmost care and elegance. On the voucher, the following set of words could be read by any able eye: Dance Macabre.
"To my knowledge, you are followed by the scent of death." As most adventurers are. He probably shouldn’t have sounded delighted with that notion. "Me and my people, we ensure that those who have passed are treasured even at the end of their days. If you know anyone in need of us, do come by. Mayhaps you can be enthused with... some other wares as well."
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HAPPINESS. — being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
SADNESS. — tearing up. self hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.
ANGER. — furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.
FEAR. — wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
EXHAUSTION. — eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.
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Z'nakei's brows furrowed as she looked away from him with a huff. If he found one thing, that'd open a whole lot of floodgates that aren't supposed to be opened! A whole lot of information he's not supposed to know yet!
But if she got too fighty in this, that wouldn't end well either, considering she's supposed to just be some 'familiar'. But... If she had to weigh which one would be worse...
"Nope." The Miqo'te repeated, grip tightening on her staff as she moved to tap it against the ground, a magic barrier forming between the two of them. And again a few more steps were taken back, ears flattening back as she went quiet to try and more clearly assess the situation. Because now, it just seemed to be a lesser of two evils, question, considering she could not have him finding out about things ahead of time.
Z’NAKEI.
“You’re bluffing… I’m sure he would have mentioned siblings if he had any…” And of course she was squirmy and uneasy, he’d become an unhinged, friend-snatching killer in her time and she was alone with this man!!! But, of course! She couldn’t exactly just say ‘oh yeah, I’m nervous because you’ll steal the body of my friend and nearly make me kill him!’.
Instead, she just sputtered a bit as she tried to think of a comeback. “Of course I’m nervous! You are huge!” Still somewhat truthful.Her ears then quickly flattened back as she clumsily put more distance between the two of them. “Mmmh… No thank you…” She wheezed out uncomfortably, she did not want to find out how painful a vision would be when essentially pried out of her.
She really didn’t want to verbally ‘admit’ that she was Azem’s, but… “Wouldn’t Azem be upset if you went prying through my memories?”
“Azem will have to forgive me for this transgression,” the Speaker replied dryly. No Azem was known to listen to rules and conventions which she had proved when taking Ifrita from the Bureau of the Architect and used her for the volcano incident. If Azem complained about his attempt to access the familiar’s memories, he would argue back mentioning the case of Ifrita, a familiar being killed by Azem. In comparison, Lahabrea was gentle.
“If the dream you have had is revealed to be something greater than the Traveller will certainly not have any point to raise against me. I acted upon concerns regarding the star. Look at me.”
The process would not be hurtful. It never had been as long as Lahabrea could remember. Here and there he had already used it on familiars, especially those that could carry messages to his colleagues or his family. Sharing memories was not a great effort, thus it surprised him how averse she was to the idea of doing so. It prompted him to ask whether she has ever done so with Azem.
#Countless Stories || RP#The Unending Journey || Mainverse#Rolling Girl || Endwalker#6.2 spoilers#avalcn#((also pls bear with me i can't trim posts from the original editor. tumblr did fucky shit and now i have to use the beta one :'D))
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