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a coterie of muses.

a multi muse of mostly fantasy/gaming/comics muses, as well as selective oc's. activity will be sporadic. I don't have many rules. Just don't harrass and accept that I have exclusives. I do want all the things so come talk! also, most of my muses are rooted in their canon.

you probably know me. it's me, Fish. I have 500 blogs BUT to keep my sanity here I am! muse links are below ayy.

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It was quieter here at night than he had thought it would be. There were whispers, there was the light shuffling of steps but never anything outright disruptive. Etta could still rest, and Kennitsson could sleep - like he was now. He was a little figure there in the small cot that Malta had given to them. She had looked sharply over the trio like she wasn't entirely sure that she trusted their arrangement. Still Reyn had insisted they have their way and they were given a room altogether. Wintrow was regretting that entirely, but he had been insistent that he would aid with Kennitsson - who was quite a restless baby - so that Etta didn't have to carry it all on her own. He hadn't realized then what he knew now: that being in a single room with her was dizzying, she was there everywhere. She was present, the echo of her seemed ingrained in the very air. In Divvytown he could escape from the ever burgeoning feelings inside of him, those that had never gone away, but here there was nowhere else to go.

"You look tired." He said softly as he moved a piece on the gameboard that Malta had given to him. She had entered the room, she and the whisper of her perfume and the light fall of her footsteps. he didn't look up at her because what would he do if he locked eyes with her now that they were truly alone? "You don't need to worry about the morning. I'll...take care of everything. Yo're meant to rest."

@tothedevilsshow

#.thread.#tothedevilsshow #.character. wintrow vestrit #.interaction. wintrow & etta

It had been a long voyage and he was tired . Divvytown wasn't entirely the kind of place that he had assumed that it would be but it was indeed what it had been advertised as. A refuge for those that others called Pirates. The Seafolk took great offense to that name and he disregarded it completely. In The Westlands the Seafolk were highly regarded and Rand took pride in knowing that they had chosen him, by choice and prophecy, as their Coramoor. But now that they had already found their stake placed in The Westlands, the Seafolk demanded that they venture out into other seas. So here they had ended up with them docking and finding entertainment and lodgings within the Port City and Rand already in an audience with the Queen of the Pirate Isles. He had been given wine, richer than what he was used to, and he was currently studying her as she checked over a list that someone had handed to her.

Was she ignoring him? He wasn't certain.

"I don't mean to insult but..." he paused briefly as he lowered his eyes, staring at his wine, the threading on his coat before he looked up at her. She was beautiful. The shadows whispered a caress along the line of her jaw, the brown of her eyes, the pendant at her neck. There was something drawn about her, something quietly melancholic. She wasn't what anyone would universally call a Queen but she was regal in her own right. "...is there a reason you've been making me wait for the better part of an hour while you peruse lists?"

@tothedevilsshow

#.thread.#tothedevilsshow #.character. rand al'thor #.interaction. rand & etta

Sometimes he knew that people looked at him differently. He knew that Nynaeve, even after an entire childhood, looked at him and saw someone that she didn't recognize. Min often drew close and then ponderously looked into his eyes as though she were trying to find the Rand that she had met what felt like a lifetime ago. There were those that he had met after he had been declared but those were either full of hate or worship. Denial and worship often take an eroding effect on one's self. So much so that he often looked at himself in the mirror and wondered who was looking back. Rand al'Thor was there, he knew that. Those were his eyes, his haunted face. Lews Therin was there also, his screaming, the look of utter bewilderment to know that he still lived. But what else was there? He felt something was entirely.

The one person he couldn't pin down was the man that he approached now. The Fool, as he strangely called himself. Light, he didn't know what to make of him That tawny skin and those amber eyes seemed to somehow slip under his skin and remind him that he was no longer Rand al'Thor but something else. What was in that gaze even now as his boots crunched the rotting ground? He was meant to be asleep, and he knew Nynaeve would raise the Dark One's own hackles, were she to find out that he was up and about. But he needed to know more and he wanted to understand the look that The Fool gave him now.

"A walk?" He suggested as he adjusted the coat he was wearing, his eyes staring ahead of him. "Most are still asleep and we have some hours before we should leave later. You look like there are a million things you want to tell me." He, at least, hopes that there is. "It's a nice morning for it."

@thewhiteprophct

#.thread.#thewhiteprophct #.character. rand al'thor #.interaction. rand & the fool

kiigan

ㅤThankfully, the ride did work its magic. As they made their way through traffic and past buildings and people and landscape, Itachi felt that weird mix of nostalgia and tension gradually melting away and was actually able to enjoy himself. Whether it would last remained to be seen, but he still had the lighthearted smile on his face once they arrived and he pulled the helmet off again, handing it back to Rand after he climbed down the moped. Maybe wanting to get away from that other warm body a little too fast.

ㅤ«Well...» Hearing his ex's proposal, he pursed his lips for a moment. Again, the brain telling him one thing and the heart telling him another completely different. «If it's not too much trouble? Like... if you don't have anything else to do and if it won't be out of your way.»

acoterie

He really couldn't help the smile that came with that - almost thankful in its appearance. He didn't do very well with awkward situations and he really wanted that to melt away from around them. But he also knew that there was a part of him that definitely wanted to be around him more. Maybe it wasn't for the best, maybe he should account for the fact that a breakup could mean that it did indeed happen for a reason but looking at him now - he didn't think he could remember much about that.

"It won't be out of the way." It actually would be but who was he to correct that? He hung the extra helmet and then looked up at him again. "Maybe we could get something to eat on the way back home too."

#.thread.#kiigan #.character. rand al'thor #.interaction. rand & itachi

kiigan

What could he even say to that?

ㅤIt was true and he knew it. Itachi knew he deserved the chiding. He should have told Rand, it's not the kind of thing to hide from a person just because you're still hung up on things from the past. But, hey... not even he was immune to childish pettiness, it seemed. Shifting a bit, so the he could more snuggly curl up under the inviting bed covers, he looked back at the other man.

ㅤ«I'm sorry for the startle. That was unnecessary.» The apology wouldn't change the incident, but Rand did deserve it. «Will it be better if I bother you for every little thing, from now on? Like, carry my bags of groceries up the stairs and do the dishes for me?»

Maybe a little bit more humor wouldn't hurt?

acoterie

He gave a quick roll of his eyes he smoothed out the blanket that neatly covered Itachi's legs. He felt a bit more at ease with the situation now that he could see that he wasn't in immediate danger and yet -

"Something like that." He answered simply as he reached his hand out to brush a few strands fallen onto his forehead. "You don't always have to take care of yourself, you know? I think I could be pretty good at it too."

#.thread.#kiigan #.character. rand al'thor #.interaction. rand & itachi

siiinfully

Aelerys nodded, biting her lower lip. “You’ve noticed it too?” She was used to the way people looked at Rand, and the difference between then and now was evident. Whatever it was, though, it couldn’t have been related to the missing dragon egg. Both she and Rand had been away from King’s Landing when that happened, enjoying some sun, sand, and sweet moments on the beach on Dragonstone.

Instead, they had something exciting to look forward to: him finally being allowed to have a dragon of his own. Something she gently reminded him of as she joined him where he stood, her arms sliding around his waist. “They’ll love you, but one will the most. I wonder who will choose you.”

acoterie

He had and it'd been on his mind for sometime now, pondering it with a worry that he couldn't stifle. There were those that no doubt thought that he was overstepping and, gods, maybe he was. But Aelerys' assuring presence was distracting enough to turn him from those thoughts. After all, no one could blame him for the egg - and why would they? What had he to do with that when he was meant to be ready to face his own dragon soon?

"I think too much." he commented before he looked down at her, his arm going around her so he could keep her close, a soft kiss brushed to the top of her head. "How did it feel when one chose you? Knowing you belonged to them and they to you?"

#.thread.#siiinfully #.character. rand al'thor #.interaction. rand & aelerys

ofsnarkandmagic

For a moment, his gaze had shifted to the crew as they went about raising the anchor and his personal favourite; which was lowering the sails, an operation that took two of his strongest men to accomplish properly. Besides, she wasn't the only one that was ready to take off. Being on land for too long these days, unless it was around his sister, caused him to become restless.

An impish look in his eyes, along with a grin that wasn't exactly faint, fell onto his face. "Well…. I wouldn't put it quite into the terrible category, but there's somethin' romantic 'bout a storm. One that truly lights up the skyline and causes a rumble to vibrate your chest."

@agoldenlily

acoterie

"Something romantic about a storm." She mused as she turned her gaze out towards the horizon where it promised something gray and shadowy for their trip. She had always seen it as something of a bad omen and yet what he said made her see it differently.

"Perhaps I've been unkind to view it as anything else." She stated as she stepped to the railing so she could look closer, her hands rubbing at the cold that touched her arms.

#.thread.#ofsnarkandmagic #.character. elayne trakand