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soulinesims · 11 months
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eva: beach day and bar night?
aqua: girl, you know you don't even have to ask 😝
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cathcacen · 7 years
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Shorter than usual, but... well. I wanted to cap it at 100 words.
Guess what DIDN’T happen AHAHAHAHA.
Lars likes her future husband’s friend’s little birb, okay?
How sweet of Averard, she thinks, as she turns the tiny orange feather around with her fingertips. Surely Mae’s family must know by now, that their son is on the way home, but Averard’s feather means something else – something different, and she alone has it.
She’s always liked the robin. He’s fun to sketch, and often has good critique for her; even though she doesn’t understand the chirps, she knows enough to understand that he doesn’t like to be sketched in colder weather, and that he likes when she emphasises his tail feathers and his orange bib.
The day Mae returns, she leaps at him, almost tackling him to the ground. She has precious few seconds before his family pulls him away, and she knows she doesn’t compare. Besides, she has another to greet. Averard has landed atop her head, and she’s missed the feel of his small, clawed feet in her hair, nonetheless delicate and gentle as he flits from there to her shoulder.
She holds up a finger and waits for permission, and he rubs his beak against her skin, chirping softly. “I’ve missed you too, Averard,” She chuckles softly, running the finger over his smooth, round head and rounding the curve of his skull to the orange patch at his breast. “Welcome home, and thanks for the feather.”
He hops briefly, ruffling his feathers and scuffing her ear with his wing, and she laughs; she fancies there’s some form of a laugh in the way he chirps, too, and is grateful for the affection. She likes the robin, and if his interactions are any clue to go on, she thinks he likes her too. It’s a little presumptuous, so she’s always careful to wait for him to initiate all forms of contact; she doesn’t want to be rude. He presses the side of his beak against her jawline, lets out another soft chirp, then takes flight to Mae’s shoulder.
She watches for a while as the family crowd around him, his sisters hugging his side and Ceth and Iliev both speaking animatedly at him as they flip through a ragged-looking notebook. The little bird lets out a pointed chirp, and she understands what he means.
She goes over to join her family.
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phylophe · 7 years
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A composite piece to @cathcacen’s one-shot. Much shorter, but I want to explore the events from Mae’s perspective, too.
She didn’t come home with you?
He knows it’s not fair to interrogate Iliev when he’s only just returned home, and that he must be terrified at the prospect of having to go back and face his older brothers without his sister around. Still, he allows this instance of selfishness and has the young man summoned to his office. He asks about Laori - how she was when they parted ways, where she’s headed, if she has any messages for them back here in Virkove.
None of it makes sense to him - she found Iliev, went to visit Cel and Ceth in Sharval, and instead of coming home with him…
She went to Westmarch.
Over the next month, he works from morning until night. He falls asleep on his desk, sometimes next to a plate of food that’s gone cold since it was bought and then forgotten. He wakes up with ink smeared on his cheeks and cricks in his neck, and spends his days feeling irritable. Those who works closer with him know that each time the birds arrive from Westmarch, the following day’s paperwork will be damned near illegible. Still, his captains put up with him and take care of the soldiers well enough; they’re all too happy to oblige when their own general offered to pick up their paperwork in exchange for a bit of leave.
When all the work is finished and his captains are contented with his effort to bribe them from revolting against his upcoming acts of irresponsibility, he packs his things, saddles his horse, makes sure Averard - the robin hailed as his familiar - is happily settled in a special compartment amongst his light luggage, and heads for Sharval. To visit my sister, he says, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world.
His sister - Laori’s best friend since childhood - and brother-in-law are glad to see him, albeit shocked and then impressed by his act of leaving his post as the general of the militia. They can’t really help him on the topic of Laori; they know only as much as Iliev does. On the actual topic of Westmarch, however, their news are a lot more up-to-date:
Westmarch has been reaped; ransacked, ruined. The heights, in particular, where those of status and power used to live, have been reduced to rubble. The residential streets are deserted, the occupants of the houses mostly gone - some fled, some died. Soldiers are constantly dispatched, but most come back in coffins or not at all. Even the family dogs, abandoned in the haste of escape, have turned into mindless beasts out for blood.
And Lars is in the middle of all that. His anxieties are justified. He knew there was more between the lines of her letters.
He stays at Teabun’s Plunder - such was the name Ceth picked for his clinic-cum-farmhouse, named after his horse, of all things - for a week, enjoying as much sleep and food as he can possibly take in, and then boards a ferry across the gulf. He’s asked Averard and his horse, Ermir, to stay with the couple, and told Ceth and Cel that he just really wants to sail and see the water with his own eyes. They may have suspected ulterior motive, but bought the excuse anyway. Big, open bodies of water are something that resonates with his Druidic blood on a special level, and they know it.
But not even the wonder and awe he feels for the turbulent seas and mighty waves, the rolling clouds and persistent rain, can stop the anxiety from gnawing at his insides. Perhaps, he thinks, he will enjoy the trip back more, when he finds his friend and sails across these waters again with her company.
He smells Westmarch before he sees it - the fire is filled with poison, the water with decay, the air with smoke, the earth with death. It makes him feel queasy, but moreso, it pains him to know the spirits that have been his companions and allies have been corrupted.
He feels lonely, seeing the land in such a deformed state, hardly recognisable as the powerful elements that he knows so well. In the face of such foreign powers, He feels lonely, and he thinks of Laori, wonders if she feels lonely, too.
He has appointed himself a mission to protect her against loneliness, and now, more than ever before - more than when her father died, when her brothers fought, when Iliev ran away, when she set off to find him - he wants to be there for her, so she won’t be lonely.
He makes his way through the desolate streets, fights through corpses reanimated with demonic magic, tries to rescue those who manage to survive, only to have some of them turn right in front of his eyes. Others have turned on their own brethren - men killing men out of personal grudges amidst the chaos, and he’s had to stain his hands with human blood.
With each demon he kills, each life he puts to rest, the loneliness grows. As it grows, it drives him towards the one he knows is suffering the same pain.
So he moves on, towards the Cathedral. There, he knows, he will find her. He will find her, and he will protect her from her loneliness.
And in turn, he knows she will protect him from his.
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soulinesims · 10 months
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soulinesims · 11 months
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ummmm....
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soulinesims · 10 months
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soulinesims · 10 months
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i think i see somebunny crawling
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soulinesims · 11 months
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arthur called aqua for a late night hang out
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soulinesims · 10 months
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a little maternity photoshoot
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soulinesims · 11 months
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looks like the averard sisters are going to a beach party at Ohan' Ali
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soulinesims · 11 months
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today during eva and aqua's morning coffee n' gossip: aqua told eva a lot about her night with arthur. actually a little too much information for eva.
eva: girl, good for you and all....but I do not need to be hearing all of that
aqua: sorry sis😝
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soulinesims · 11 months
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Introducing the Averard Sisters
Two sisters who grew up with not the best childhood trying to make something out of their lives. Going from group home to group home, Eva and Aqua never had much stability growing up. The only constant they had was each other. After aging out of the foster care system, they lived a couple years picking up odd jobs and practically living on the streets...until they were told that their maternal grandmother (who they never met) left them with quite a bit of money before she died. So now as adults, honestly? They are just trying to create a life that is not too chaotic.
Genre(s): Slice of Life, Drama, Romance
read the tags to learn more about the girls' upbringing
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soulinesims · 10 months
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looks like aqua's little plan worked
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