Adia

[oncedemonlord]

"Well," Ghirahim started, moving to rifle through the wardrobe, "I haven’t anyone to accompany me, you see." He retrieved a small, cream-colored gown decorated with flowers and the like.

"You’d make a charming forest spirit, I should think."

[adia-the-fawn]

Adia perked up at the gown, her eyes wide and bright as a flush filled her cheeks. "Really? Really, my lord?" She asked in all the excitement of a child as she pulled the dress forward to look at it more closely. After a pause, she looked down at herself, her head tipping again. "But, my lord, this isn't long enough to hide my hooves."

[adia-the-fawn]

"Adia, my child, don't tell me you've been sleeping yet again," Ghirahim scolded passively. "The masquerade will be starting soon. Wouldn't you like to go?"

"Oooh, hullo, m' lord." Adia cooed cheerfully with a yawn while rubbing an eye. She blinked and sat up more, one ear flapping absently. "That's the big party you've been making clothes for." She paused and cocked her head to the side just slightly, unsure of herself. "Am I allowed to go to something like that?"

[adia-the-fawn]

Captain America, Daredevil, Quicksilver

Captain America:What are some things you believe in?

[counts on fingers] Tea at four o'clock, always wear bloomers under your dress, lock the doors at closing time. [holds up hand, suddenly serious] That last one is very important!

Daredevil:What is something others see as a weakness, but you know to be a strength?

Compassion.

Quicksilver:Who do you feel protective toward?

Oooh, that's easy. I protect Lord Ghirahim of course! Also, Princess Detti. I take care of them, you see. [pats chest proudly] That's Adia's job.

[adia-the-fawn]

Beast, Black Widow

Beast; Favorite Book:

I'm still not very good at reading New Hylian but I really like this book!

It's for children, but the pictures are very humorous! What a silly king!

Black Widow; Tell a secret:

Hmmm, a secret? Well, it'd best be a good one then, yes? The weaker I get the smaller I get. I can even become thiiiiis small. [pinches fingers and then pouts] It's a tad inconvenient, actually.

[adia-the-fawn]

Marvel Hero Ask-Me

Spider-Man: How have you dealt with some of the tragedies in your life?

Captain America: What are some things you believe in?

Iron Man: Ever had any epiphanies?

Thor: Talk about your relationship with your family.

Hawkeye: Talk about a time you got a second chance

Black Widow: Tell a secret?

Captain Marvel: Are you the recipient of a legacy?

Ms. Marvel: Talk about something new you're doing.

She-Hulk: What keeps you busy?

Hulk: How do you feel about being alone?

Luke Cage: Talk about when you've been treated unfairly, on a small or large scale.

Black Panther: How do you feel about your country?

Black Cat: Do you have a code of ethics?

Daredevil: What is something others see as a weakness, but you know to be a strength?

Doctor Strange: Talk about a moment your life changed paths.

Cyclops: What do you worry about?

Jean Grey: What is something about yourself you can't control?

Storm: What do people look up to you for?

Rogue: What makes it hard for people to get close to you?

Shadowcat: Talk about growing up.

Beast: Favorite book?

Nightcrawler: Religious beliefs?

Scarlet Witch: What things have you broken?

Quicksilver: Who do you feel protective toward?

Wolverine: What are things you regret?

Mr. Fantastic: How controlling can you be?

Invisible Woman: Talk about a process of finding your identity.

Human Torch: Can people take you seriously?

Thing: Your body-- what are you insecure about? What do you love?

Black Bolt: What don't you ever do?

Silver Surfer: (Where?) do you want to wander?

... Any others?

[the-false-knight-blog]

In the Details with the Devil || Anax, Adia, and Ghirahim

Anaxander suddenly had to be the one to initiate visits with Jasdaë.  Suddenly he was the one who went to her room, to her haunts, to where she worked. He was the one who sent her notes and gifts and set up times to meet. She seemed wary of him still, which was to be expected. He’d been far too daring the night after the bridge collapse, but it had driven him crazy smelling Azrael on her, knowing she’d seen him again. He would have to be more careful with his temper. He’d been run ragged at the time, and had only recently managed to finally rest completely. He’d locked himself in a room at Azrael’s manor at Haeyin’s insistence.

"You’re in a good mood today," she observed wryly as he entered the dining room and tousled her hair playfully as he passed.

"I am a man reborn, sweetling," he said cheerily. "Amazing what a good rest can do for the mood."

Now, Anax had been intrigued by his sister at first, since he knew the original Anax would certainly had been. (The original Anax’s intentions would have undoubtedly been more chaste, however.) He’d come to expect surprises from her. Strange tastes in lovers, strange habits, strange interests.

Still, he was startled to catch the scent of demon magic on her when he leaned down to kiss her cheek. It clung to her clothes like a cloying perfume. He’d expected rum and cold air, vexing in its own right. Somehow this was worse.

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[adia-the-fawn]

  The ring of a bell was all it took to make the little fawn’s stomach lurch in preemptive anxiety. Adia hastened to stand, crawling over the different notecards that littered her bed to grab the hat that hung on one end of the bed posts. As she shoved it over her antlers, she glanced back nervously to the little hand scrawled reminders that Lord Ghirahim had made for her. She picked them up with shaking hands and flipped through them one more time—Why did Hylian have to be such a coarse language?

“Guinnen?”

Adia jumped again, dropping the cards on her bed and stumbling to the door as fast as the hooves hidden beneath her skirts would let her. As she swung it open her head tipped back to look at the new comers, smiling at them anxiously as she tried out her first lines. “Wall – kom!” she announced briskly, hobbling over to them with a weak grin. “Pliss way-t,” she chimed, motioning to the seating area behind her. “Haff a siit, pliss. Gwee-nen here suun—“ She blinked, a familiar scent catching in her nostrils as her eyes flicked warily to the man standing there. Another sniff and her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she stumbled back slightly in alarm. “W-who—?” she began sharply, absently slipping back into her native tongue as she anxiously called back to the open shop, her voice breaking. “M-My Lord!”

[princessofwoodfall]

Political (Tea) Parties | DP, Adia, Guinnen

[princessofwoodfall]

  "Good day. If it is not too much trouble, I would like… to…"

The princess’ eyes widened as she took in the shopkeeper’s appearance. He towered over her, which was not exactly unusual, but she recognised that slender, almost pointed jawline. Didn’t the man who helped her escape the masquerade have such a jaw? She hadn’t seen his face back then, but there was no doubt in her mind that this tailor and her finely-dressed rescuer were one and the same. Of all the fortunate coincidences, she had stumbled into the shop of someone who was already an ally to her. She clasped her hands together and rocked back and forth on her feet in her excitement. 

“You are Mr Gwee-nen? How pleased I am to see you again, sir!” With that, she lowered her hood and pulled her plait out from beneath her cloak. “Thank you for your help at the masquerade; it is greatly appreciated.” 

[adia-the-fawn]

The hood fell away and Adia all but shrieked in a sudden surge of delight. Her tiny, pale hands clapped over her mouth as she hobbled forward suddenly to inspect the creature. Her eyes were glossed with complete awe as she examined her barky skin, that leaf-like pile of hair-- Yes, this was a sentient plant! The small customer was a deku scrub, there was no doubt in Adia's mind at all. Her hands found the scrub's and she held them warmly with a bright smile. When she addressed the girl, she spoke in a elegant ornate language, though her accent was admittedly a little rusty.

"By my blood, you're a deku child!" she bounced on her hooves, an awkward gesture of enthusiasm that only managed to look like she was shaking vigorously in her spot thanks to her short stature. "I have not seen your kind in three centuries! Amazing! You're amazing!"

She paused, twisting suddenly to look up at Ghirahim with an excited light twinkling in her eyes. "Look, my lord! It's a deku scrub-- a real life deku scrub!" Adia sighed wistfully and regarded the girl again with the same fondness a mother would have as she bragged over her children. "She's absolutely remarkable, isn't she?"

[oncedemonlord]

They All Fall Down || Ghirahim, Adia

Ghirahim usually considered himself above the use of human drugs, but the effects of cannabis were quite soothing. Admittedly, he found himself taking the drug more often then he liked, but the fleeting high was the closest Ghirahim could get to sleeping.

He sat on his balcony, feet propped up against the siding as he lazily attempted petty tricks with smoke rings. Evening came with the call of guays as they flocked toward the obstructed sunset. Ghirahim sat up a bit to watch them pass. Noisy, wretched things birds were— especially those damned guays. There were times he wished he could cause them to burst on sight. It’d be so satisfying…

“Tch,” the demon hissed, “If only…” He took another long draw from his pipe when—

An… explosion…?

Ghirahim jerked himself up and squinted into the horizon. Did he manage to kill off the guays without noticing? No… that’s not it.. It couldn’t be….

A cloud of smoke went up in the distance and a few more explosions were heard. Was it…?

"A bridge went down!" he heard a woman call

"Not only one, three!" yelled one man.

"That’s out near the Western District, isn’t it Mama?" a worried child, yet to become infected with unnecessary prejudice and hatred.

"It’s about damn time." A father, the one who first brought the illness into his family.

Ghirahim considered throwing his pipe at the man, but decided against it as his supply of cannabis was limited and expensive. Instead, he walked back into his flat briskly and sat himself at the kitchen table to scribble down some notes.

"This makes things much easier.”

[adia-the-fawn]

Adia had been so trying to keep herself busy during the hours that passed by when the shop was closed. Ghirahim had pointed out on more than one occasion that she slept entirely too much—which Adia argued was entirely just right only to receive a firm pat on the head and a severe stare in reply—and so, Adia had taken to different activities about the house. Ghirahim preferred cleanliness and Adia did so wish to gift her charge contentment in exchange for all he’d done for her. She enjoyed making the tea the most; the different herbs that went into the water to seep were comforting and so she’d made concocting their tea a personal duty.

It had been exactly this task that busied the fawn while Ghirahim lounged about the balcony with his hazy, grass pipe. Adia hummed an ancient tune and carried a gold tray with teapot and cups respectively, hobbling along as carefully as her stubby hooves would allow. She’d managed to make it halfway across the room without spilling more than a few drops when a sudden roar thundered and shook the house, startling her and guiding the tray to the floor in a clatter of (now broken) fine china and dark tea.

Her ears flapped wildly in alarm, her eyes dilating rapidly as she eyed the broken mess with a whimper before stumbling past it to clutch the side of the patio doorframe, sniffing the air in distress. She could smell the fires before she could see them, the combination only causing her to quake before she called to the man beside her. “What is that, My Lord? What’s happened?”

No answer came—Well, Adia was used to that, she had begun to wonder if her short stature made it difficult for her voice to travel so very far up—instead, Ghirahim brushed past her, seemingly very focused all of a sudden. Adia shuffled with haste to follow him, grabbing onto the edge of the table next to him and pulling herself to the tips of her hooves in an attempt to see over the structure. “What makes what easier, My Lord? What are you writing?”

[dimitriofthehall]

Hehe, I’m glad you like it. It’s not in a right state to have a proper tour however, but maybe in the future you can come visit the church! What do you think?

[adia-the-fawn]

Mn.. [squinting at him a bit] Veeseet cher-tch..? [giggling suddenly, waving a hand, cheeks pink] That ees fuh-nee!

[dimitriofthehall]

Haha, is it? I won’t force you to visit if you don’t want to though! There’s no point in doing things if they aren’t fun!

[adia-the-fawn]

Eet ees seel-ee. [holding cheeks, beaming through nod] Boot Adia weel veeseet Dii-mii-trii.

[adia-the-fawn]

Hh.. [brow creasing at the words, struggling to come up with a proper reply] Mn.. Ees… gudd?

[dimitriofthehall]

Hehe, I’m glad you like it. It’s not in a right state to have a proper tour however, but maybe in the future you can come visit the church! What do you think?

[adia-the-fawn]

Mn.. [squinting at him a bit] Veeseet cher-tch..? [giggling suddenly, waving a hand, cheeks pink] That ees fuh-nee!

[adia-the-fawn]

[pointing at self confidently, sounding it out for him] Ah-di-ah! My nay-eem ees Adia..!

[dimitriofthehall]

Adia? What a beautiful name! [He speaks slowly, hoping to help her understand] Where are you from?

[adia-the-fawn]

[squinting at him a bit while straining to listen] Fr-aum.. Oh! [pointing to ground and grinning] Dow-en ther-er.

[dimitriofthehall]

The Surface? Wow, that sounds amazing! How are you liking Hyrule?

[adia-the-fawn]

Hh.. [brow creasing at the words, struggling to come up with a proper reply] Mn.. Ees... gudd?

[adia-the-fawn]

[pointing at self confidently, sounding it out for him] Ah-di-ah! My nay-eem ees Adia..!

[dimitriofthehall]

Adia? What a beautiful name! [He speaks slowly, hoping to help her understand] Where are you from?

[adia-the-fawn]

[squinting at him a bit while straining to listen] Fr-aum.. Oh! [pointing to ground and grinning] Dow-en ther-er.

[dimitriofthehall]

adia-the-fawn started following you

Wow, aren’t you the sweetest little girl I’ve seen! Hello there!

[adia-the-fawn]

[vacant smile] ….?

Ah! Pliss tu miit yoo~!

[dimitriofthehall]

Haha, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well! My name’s Dimitri, can you tell me yours?

[adia-the-fawn]

[head tilt] Mn… Nay-eem? [pointing at him finally] Dii-mii-trii..?

[dimitriofthehall]

[nods and points to himself] Dimitri! [now points to her] Your name?

[adia-the-fawn]

[pointing at self confidently, sounding it out for him] Ah-di-ah! My nay-eem ees Adia..!

[dimitriofthehall]

adia-the-fawn started following you

Wow, aren’t you the sweetest little girl I’ve seen! Hello there!

[adia-the-fawn]

[vacant smile] ….?

Ah! Pliss tu miit yoo~!

[dimitriofthehall]

Haha, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well! My name’s Dimitri, can you tell me yours?

[adia-the-fawn]

[head tilt] Mn... Nay-eem? [pointing at him finally] Dii-mii-trii..?

[dimitriofthehall]

adia-the-fawn started following you

Wow, aren’t you the sweetest little girl I’ve seen! Hello there!

[adia-the-fawn]

[vacant smile] ....?

Ah! Pliss tu miit yoo~!

[princessofwoodfall]

Political (Tea) Parties | DP, Adia, Guinnen

[princessofwoodfall]

She mulled the words over in her head until she grasped the girl’s meaning. 

"Certainly." She smiled as she seated herself on the bench and continued to watch the shop assistant. She couldn’t help it - this seemingly sweet-natured girl was the first being she had encountered in Hyrule that matched her height. And as for her accent, the Princess didn’t recognise it but she suspected that the girl was not speaking her mother tongue. Perhaps she was a non-human like herself. A… what had the Forest Dekus’ monarch called those childlike beings that had fled when the loggers had first arrived? Cocoa-something. If the assistant was a cocoa-something, then she might have stumbled on something great. Non-humans were in the town, even in this desirable district. Unless, of course, her hope had made her mistake a Hylian child with a speech impediment for a… something. Nevertheless she continued to smile, swinging her legs to and fro. 

"This is a charming shop. I’m sure Gwee-nen is equally charming, if he is anything like you," she added, testing the waters a little. 

[adia-the-fawn]

The compliment was lost on Adia's ears as she tipped her head at the girl with a blank smile. She had no idea what she was saying, similar to every other customer who'd visited since Adia became an assistant for Ghirahim. Instead she blinked dumbly and nodded, hoping that would be a good enough response as she dismissed herself. "Pliss way-t!" she chirped, hobbling around the corner again towards the back of the shop. As soon as she was out of sight, she picked up her skirts and shuffled quickly to the shopkeep's room.

"Lord Ghirahim~!" the fawn called as she pushed the door open, beaming excitedly as she crossed the room halfway to address him.

"There's a customer for you..! A little girl!" Adia clapped her hands delicately to show her enthusiasm, her cheeks gleaming with a familiar rosy color again. "It's most intriguing! She's waiting for you in the foyer, my lord!"

[princessofwoodfall]

Political (Tea) Parties | Guinnein, Adia

[princessofwoodfall]

She heard a pattering of feet approach the counter, then a curious scuffle that reminded her of having to climb through Kafei’s window. But still, nobody seemed to be showing up to help her. The Princess frowned. She certainly couldn’t see anyone looking back at her from over the counter - obviously this shop didn’t see much custom if its staff ignored their customers!

"Excuse me! I would like some assistance!" she called again, louder this time, gently drumming her hands against the side of the wooden counter. The dull thuds and shrill squeak echoed around the room. Even if they couldn’t see her, she was going to make them hear her. Whichever Hylian jerk owned this shop was not going to ignore a non-human today. 

[adia-the-fawn]

The shrill peeps rang out again, causing Adia to tumble the rest of the way down in alarm. She sniffed once, her ears lying flat against her head as she stood, hastily fixing her hat and her dress before stumbling around the counter to peer at the foyer with a scowl. “Oh—“

A child, well goodness, that explained it.

“Wall-kom..!” she greeted again with a broken accent, her brow creasing as a rosy color lifted on her cheekbones. “So sore-ee, “ she stammered, bowing apologetically with both hands clamped firmly to the brim of her hat to keep it attached, as she’d been taught to do. She rose and gestured to the plush, cushioned bench adjacent from them. This was a rarity, she’d not seen a child in the shop before. What a delight that Ghirahim had recently taken to making children’s clothing as well. She beamed despite herself, glad (what with her compact stature) to have aided him somewhat in that department. “Pliss— haff a siit, pliss. Gwee-nen here suun.”