lonely, lovely

alimyun bitu-un. thirty. hilak ambassador. deeply reluctant lilitian.

[alimyun]

“are you in need of sustenance?” her expression is glum, both out of sympathy for those who fell and lost loved ones to the horde, and the guilt gnawing at her. if only she knew how to fight. the only thing she can do now is attempt to provide some comfort. she offers a rice cake, which she’s carefully wrapped in a leaf, along a slice of ripened mango and a warm brew. “i believe it’s never a bad time to eat, anyway.”

[maledictiis-archive]

OPEN STARTER from FAUSTUS

the nights had been long since he returned from ireyne, and though anna had provided a certain level of comfort, he felt like he was not good enough for her comfort. not now. verax had died, and…so many had died. millie and modi had just…disappeared. it was disturbing. he wasn’t sure what to make of it. so, he stole away from anna’s warm embrace for a night to lose himself in a bottle.

“NEXT ONE’S ON ME, FRIEND,” faust offered, voice quiet. “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?”

[alimyun]

the stranger emanated a palpable sense of sorrow. alimyun, of course, kept up to date with the situation, although she was no use in combat and couldn’t actually fight. she wished she could have. she felt too guilty to admit that she’s simply here for the good liquor, so instead, she told him, “no. the next one’s on me.” she pursed her lips, wondering what to say next. plenty of people hated being shown pity, though that was precisely the emotion swelling within her. “do you — do you have a favorite drink?”

[alimyun]

✧･ﾟ: * ( cis female / she/her / devon seron ) — welcome to ireyne, [ ALIMYUN BITU-UN ] of [ HILAK ]. when the doom came, you were [ DOOMED ]. at [ THIRTY ] years of age, your body has changed, and they now call you [ LILITIAN ]. the act of [ HILAK AMBASSADOR ] suits you; after all, the whispers always said you were [ INCISIVE ] but also [ DIFFIDENT ]. you are [ AGAINST ] the doom. ( thia / 19 / gmt / she/her )

alimyun’s family lived the by sea. her mother fished, her father crafted jewelry from things like shells and pearls. the girl, who was an only child, sought to write vocationally in the future. she studied the art of rhetoric and languages intensively; she didn’t know whether she wanted to be a scribe, jotting down significant information in a dispassionate manner, or a wordsmith governed by her poetic side more. they both appealed to her. the important thing was that she appreciated the power of words.

after decades of intensive study, she found herself becoming the ambassador for hilak. and the doom occurred. the doom gave her beauty that she’d never possessed before, but also an obscenely hideous form. both drew other people’s attentions to her looks, which she hated.

before the doom, alimyun was simply an average-looking girl. neither fat nor thin, nothing remarkable whatsoever about her body or face. she feared that the doom would cause her to lose her ambassadorship, but she retained it — in fact, people figured that a lovely-looking ambassador would ameliorate their ties to other places. if only they knew of her other, monstrous form.

miscellaneous information !

she is, like her faceclaim, of southeast asian ethnicity. well, whatever the equivalent of southeast asia is in this universe, anyway. when i saw that hilak had to have poc as the ambassadors and staff, i was like......... pardon me for my headcanoning, but did you know that hilak literally means “to cry” in the bisaya language of the philippines? i’m bisaya, her fc is bisaya. plus, the people at hilak have a strong connection to the sea. the bisaya peoples have a rich maritime culture. so honestly, even though this is most likely unintentional, i still like to think that hilak has a thriving bisaya community.

she’s bisexual, but never took much interest in matters of sex or romance in the past. it would take very special people for her to care.

please plot with us!