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Aesthetics Prompt

What are your muse’s aesthetics?

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#Paige Concord #prompts

Song was surprised by Paige’s decision, not expecting to find the woman there at the table in the dining room looking over articles and help wanted posters scattered atop it.

With Eri napping soundly upstairs, Song finally had some time to take a breather and so she had made a pot of tea to share with Paige and now she stood there beside the sofa where she sat, the tea tray in her hands and a proud smile gracing her face.

“You know… I think that is a wonderful idea.” Song had always been supportive of Paige, and this time was no different as she sat the tea tray upon the table and sat beside her, picking up some missing person flyers and looking them over, a look of sadness in her honey hazel eyes.

“So many have gone missing, most never found and it’s such a tragedy. These people need hope… and I think this will be a good area of work for you. You have done so well in your recovery, Paige, and I think you are ready for this. People out there need you. With the Shining Blade swamped as it is with things stirring the way they are, I’ll do what I can to aid your search.”

She lowered a flyer and looked to Paige, searching her friend’s features sincerely, “Regardless of your choices, you will always have a home here, Paige. We love you. Surely you know that.”

Graceful hands moved to the teapot, steam gently wafted up from the spout as Song poured a cup for her friend and then herself. “I’m proud of you. It’s a noble decision and certainly not an easy one.”

Paige smiled as they sat down to drink tea together. It was a small ritual, but one Paige had come to truly enjoy with her friend. She sipped at her tea, looking out the window.

“I know,” she said quietly. “And that’s why I hate to leave, but also why I’ve gotta leave. If I stay here, I’ll be safe, but I don’t know if I’ll be happy. I need to put some good back in the world. Too much bad has come about because of me.”

She reached out and took Song’s hand, smiling at the woman. “I know you’ll always be here, always be my family that loves me. And that means more to me than anything. It’s also the only reason I’m strong enough to go out on my own. Because I know I have a home to come back to.” She chuckled and shook her head. “I haven’t had that, not a real home, since I was a child. That’s kinda messed up, yeah? No wonder I’m a bit off.”

Leaning back, Paige gestured to the pages on the table. “There’s a lot here. And I know there’s going to be a lot of lost causes. Lots of people are dying out there and I’m not going to be able to save them. But I thought I’d start looking through them, find one or two promising leads, and then follow them out to Lake Doric.” With both hands, she sipped the tea again. “It’ll probably take me a day or two to sort through all this. Then I’ll head out there.”

Paige was tempted to apologize, to keep explaining, to try to make sure Song knew that she wasn’t running from this new family, but then she looked at the woman’s soft, proud smile, and she realized she didn’t have to. Much as they had been strangers a year before, they knew each other now. Or at least Song knew her. Sometimes it felt like the woman could read her mind. And that was a blessing most of the time.

“If you’ve got anything pressing, I can stay here longer and look after Eri. We’re going to the park tomorrow and that’s a date I’m not missing out on,” she grinned. “And I’m not gonna stay for months and months. Maybe like...a couple of weeks. If I can’t find someone in that time, they’re probably dead or beyond my reach. Then I can come back and rest for a while before I go out again. Does that sound...reasonable?”

#good uses for bad habits #paige concord #eu meh song

Life with Song and Eri was calming. It was like a warm blanket that kept the fear and temptation at bay. It was like being on a boat, letting the warmth of the sun and the rocking of the waves put you to sleep. Not that she was sleeping. She had never felt so awake.

Eri was the best part. He called her “Auntie Paige” and spent hours playing with the mechanical fingers of her left hand or dragging her through the streets of Bettletun to find the next cat to pet (Paige now had more than her fair share of scars on her arms making sure that cats scratched her and not Eri). This was home now and it was a place she cherished and valued above all others.

But she couldn’t help but want more.

So when Song came in one afternoon and found her looking at ads in the paper from Divinity’s Reach, Paige had given her an awkward sort of smile.

“I was going to say something, but I wanted to find out if there was anything that fit my talents first.” She pointed to a long list of advertisements, all of them beginning with, My loved one was in Lake Doric. Please help me find them. “There’s...a lot of people who need help. Who need a tracker, someone who knows people and who knows how to find people.I used to do these kinds of things. Only at the end, now I don’t have to kill them or lock them up. I take them home to their family.”

Nibbling her lip, Paige looked at Song uncertainly. “I’m not leaving. Not forever. But I have to go out and help people. It’s the only way I’ll feel good about...well, anything.”

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#good uses for bad habits #Paige Concord #Eu-Meh Song

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That year under the tree in the home of Eu-Meh Song a gift rested under the tree, the name upon the tag reading “Paige Concord”.

A note attached held a warm message for its recipient, reading:

“Paige, This year we share the gift of warmth, both in heart and home, with you. Please accept this humble gift from us, your Family. Happy Winter’s Day- Song and Eri”

Within the package would be a hand knitted set complete with hat, scarf, and gloves in a lovely navel blue, accented with wooden buttons for flair. The set was warm and cozy and obviously made with love by Song herself.

[ @collectingrewards - Paige]

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It was good to be home. Especially on Wintersday when they could exchange gifts.

Paige still had little money of her own. Small steps meant taking jobs she could complete in a reasonable amount of time before returning to Song's home. She missed her and she missed Eri. But she had bought what she could for them.

When Eri presented her with her gift, so proud this little man, Paige accepted it with a smile. Her eyes grew misty as she read Song's note. But Eri wanted her to open it.

They were a perfect fit, warm and soft. Eri squealed in delight when she hugged him and then the two of them both went and hugged his mother.

"I wish I had more to offer you both," she said. "But I am always here for you."

Then she withdrew the two small packages. Eri got to unwrap a wooden puzzle, the pieces thick and unlikely to break while he gained fine motor control while using them. And they were brightly colored to keep his interest.

For Song, Paige had found a glass bell with thin swirls of silver around the outside edge of the bell.

"A song for Song," she shrugged nervously. "I know it's silly, but I thought you would like it. It's not exactly useful, but pretty." Paige chuckled. "Like me."

She hugged Song again. "Thank you for this year and for all we have to come. You've given me friends and a home and a family. I don't deserve what I've got, but I'm grateful for it."

#eu meh Song #Paige concord

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#the bad old days

likeliness

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#this is some like dark mage sorcerer goddess fashion going on here im diggin it so hard

#face #dark goddess Paige

wnq-anonymous

Accept your past without regret, handle your present with confidence, and face your future without fear.

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She had found the quote in one of Song's books, poems and short stories by authors she didn't recognize. But it stayed in her thoughts for days.

Things were better now. Song and Eri made them better. Not being high or drunk all the time made them better. And best of all, she herself made them better.

Paige delivered medicines for Song, then carried deliveries for the apothecaries. She took walks around Beetletun and helped with chores when she saw someone struggling. She helped people.

And that, more than anything else, let her heal.

She still regretted much of her past. The people she'd hurt or killed, the things she'd put people through because of her own selfishness, that would always be difficult to deal with. But it wasn't drowning her anymore.

Confidence was coming, slowly. She knew her limits and worked around them. She avoided temptation. Song had assured her it would get easier with time.

And she had a future. That was the biggest change. When she looked around Song's garden or played with Eri in the front room, she knew she had a place here. She would always have a place here. And she could grow from here into someone she could be proud of. She could see that confident, sturdy woman on the horizon of the future. And Paige was not afraid.

#Paige Concord #Eu-Meh Song #Looking Forward

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X-Fingers

Wow

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BRUUUUUUHH WHAT???

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AUTOMAIL IS COMING DJDDHAJF

This is so amazing we are get in so close to fully articulated prosthetic arms, legs, hands, and feet that soon it won’t even matter if you lose a limb or can’t use your legs. Like what if we had exoskeletal implementation for people who are paralyzed? I can’t wait organic integration of robotics is so exciting.

#Paige Concord #clockwork digits

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nilawildheart

It seemed no sooner had Paige stepped into the Rusty Cog that she was engulfed by a haze of fragrant clove scented smoke, the scent of oil and metal mingled within, familiar as if the old days were only yesterday.

The ring of rusty bells over the entrance door alerted Nila long before Paige called out to her, the chain smoker already bent over her work bench, sparks flying from her soldering gun, glaring off her goggles pulled over her eyes, a half burnt out clove cigarette poised in the corner of her lips.

Her work ceased, sparks dying away and her rolling stool creaking as she straightened, turning towards Paige with a bright grin, fingerless leather glove clad hand rising to push her goggles up upon the crown of her head, ebony, waist length curls draped over the side of her head, the other side shaved in an undercut and ear lined with piercings.

“Well- ain’t ya a fuckin’ sight for sore eyes?” the engineer chirruped happily around her fag.

She stood, her attire her typical skin fitted leather with torn fishnets peeking over the edges of her thick knee high boots, her ample bosom sparsely kept in place within her tight bodice and over jacket. Her arms opened wide, eager to crush her friend in a hug.

“Ya came just in time! Been workin’ on somethin’ special for ya!”

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The haze and scent was soothing in a way. It reminded her of times when the world was less complicated. Or at least when it didn’t seem her soul was shredded by her bad decisions. For a little while Paige could forget about what she’d done and instead concentrate on the good company of an old friend.

When she wandered back toward the sparks, grinning at Nila’s appearance. The woman looked just the same.

Paige accepted the embrace, hugging her just as tight. “I was wondering what you’d been up to, but it seems ya ain’t moved from the spot I last saw ya!” she laughed. “What have ya been up to, Nils? Besides making me special presents?” She winked at the other woman and dragged another stool over so they could both sit down.

She tugged off her glove and held up her hand, the three nubs all there was of her fingers. “Got my old one lost in a ship wreck. Tried to make a new one and it just sort of...collapsed on me. I figured if anyone could do the job, it was you.” She chuckled and shook her blue head. “And don’t be trying to put a pistol in the finger! I need to be able to wear it around kids!”

#Paige Concord #Nila Wildheart #Gimme a Hand

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nilawildheart

“Well fuck me sideways.”

The letter had been largely unexpected, but even so, Nila the Wild found herself grinning the trade mark Cheshire cat grin of hers widely, wisps of smoke lazily slipping past her shapely lips as her ice blue eye roved the letter’s contents, her other eye covered by her leather and metal eye patch.

For months she had been out to sea, The Rusty Cog, her shady pawn shop, having been closed to the public. That is, until she returned, The Wyvern back in port at Lion’s Arch. The Crew was granted shore time whilst the Captain tended to business and for old times sake, Nila had returned to her pawn shop to collect some supplies needed to finish construction upon The Wyvern’s new Aetherized engine.

Then she saw the letter upon the floor, not a speck of dust upon it, indicating it was recently sent.

“Paigey baby- it’s been forever.” she mused to herself, her sultry tone allowing a giggle upon her lips before taking a slow drag from her clove cigarette.

“So, ya need sum new digits, eh?” She paused, looking about her shop, “I can help ya out there.” she concluded.

The return letter was sent out later that day, the address of the Rusty Cog included in the note’s contents.

“Paigey!

Damn good to hear from ya - It’s been forever hasn’t it?

Fuck but ain’t we a pair of old bitches now - Just kidding!

I still look fine as hell- bet you do too!

So ya need some new digits, huh?

Ya know Im your girl!

Here’s the address to my pawn shop, see ya soon!

We have a shit ton to talk about!

- Nila “

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The return letter was a nice surprise and Paige managed to fish it out of grabby little hands to read it before consigning it to Eri’s loving attentions.

It wasn’t long before Paige returned to the old address. The Cog didn’t necessarily look open, but that had rarely stopped her. She pushed her way inside.

“Excuse me!” she called. “Anybody have any va-NILA around here?” Then she giggled, another old joke. Her memories of Nila were almost all fond. And almost all clouded by a haze of alcohol and smoke. But Paige felt stronger now. Being around an old friend wasn’t a threat to her continued sobriety. She had something to go back to now. A family.

Paige wandered around the shop, idly looking over the bits and pieces of projects scattered about, waiting for Nila to appear from wherever she’d buried herself in her work.

#Paige Concord #Nila Wildheart #Gimme a Hand

"Would you"... enjoy being called -auntie- by Eri?

She couldn’t help the little grin that appeared on her face. “Yeah, I think I would. He’s such a sweet kid and just getting to be a part of his life is a gift. If he wants to call me Auntie Paige, I’d take it like the blessing it is.”

#asks #Eri Shinosake #rynbadger

"Would you...ever do anything to betray Song's trust?"

“No,” Paige shook her blue head emphatically. “I would never betray Song. She is the reason I’m still here, still standing and not dead in a gutter. She is...family. The first family I’ve had in a long time. I’ll do a lot of things, but I won’t do that.”

She doesn’t realize it, but Paige is totally lying. Given the right combination of circumstances and bad decisions, Paige would totally betray Song’s trust. Her ability to judge situations is really, really poor. Doesn’t mean it will happen, just that it could, whether Paige is aware of that or not.

#asks #Eu-Meh Song #rynbadger

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Anonymously ask me, "Would you..."

When she picked up the mug, her pinky finger sagged and she nearly dropped the hot tea. Of course, when she wrapped her other hand quickly under the mug so it wouldn’t fall, Paige burned her palm. She set the mug back on the kitchen table and looked at the slack digit.

It wasn’t the first time her prosthetic had failed since she’d remade it. Perhaps the parts weren’t made of the best materials or she’d forgotten some subtle piece of hardware. It had been years since she’d first created it, after all.

Moving the joint back into place, Paige tried moving her fingers again. The pinky collapsed again, flopping about. She shook her head. This wasn’t a situation she could live with. She needed to be able to help around the house with Eli and the feeling of independence the prosthetic fingers gave her was not something she was willing to give up.

Looking out into the garden, Paige finished her breakfast one-handed. Then she went upstairs and pulled off the glove and the prosthetic beneath. She set it aside and pulled out a pen and paper. The letter would be posted to Nila’s last known address by that afternoon.

Dear Nila,

It’s been a while, but I hope you’re doing well. Hopefully this letter finds you alert and able and not drunk in a gutter. We did have the best times there, but I need your expertise at building things and not as a drinking partner.

I have a prosthetic I need built and you’re the first person I thought of to make it. I tried doing it on my own but I think I must have forgotten something. I don’t have a lot of money right now, but I’m willing to work for you to make up whatever payment is necessary.

You still owe me for that bottle of Canthan wine.

Still grinning,

Paige

@nilawildheart

#Paige Concord #Nila Wildheart #Gimme a Hand

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everyday is a new chance to get closer to your goals :))

#Light of Dawn

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Dinner with Paige.

#Canthan Compassion

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