rien n'est éternel

affiliated nel of fe:engage attending the officers academy black eagles lance instructor

[fellsparks]

Nel, Fell Child of Elyos. One half of a whole. "The path you walk is paved with the dead. Walk it with your eyes open, or not at all." Nel is a Black Eagles instructor who specializes in the art of the lance! Her story is set a few years after the events of Engage, choosing to attend Garreg Mach in order to provide valuable knowledge to the humans of this world so that another calamity may be prevented. She is not necessarily open about her status as a Fell Dragon, but assumes that most people are aware due to Rafal being in attendance as well. She will not shy away from the topic, and in most cases, will readily admit it-- but she will not respond kindly to aggression or disdain. Nel seeks to become a positive example of her kind... but she will not roll over and allow someone to walk all over her as a result. Important things under the cut! - PLEASE read before interacting.

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[rafent]

✽ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ✽

Ethereal Ball 2026, Goddess Tower (set week 2)

[rafent]

Under different circumstances, Rafal suspected he might feel some healthy amount of chagrin. As glistening tracks shone bright on Nel's cheeks, once more a certain younger brother would be put to blame for the tears his sister shed. Although, this time it would not be for his crimes aimed against her heart. No crimes of his present or aimed at anywhere. A measurable and most welcome improvement, thought that brother - a relief. He could not possibly hope to beg forgiveness from Nil and succeed by bringing their shared twin to undue distress.

"Those are precious words, sister. Of greater value to me than all the rings and bracelets across all the worlds, I can only hope that they may be true. That Nil should agree with even a fraction of that statement and take pride in knowing me."

Humility, one might say of the Fell Heir who had spared no effort, no ounce that he'd ever owned, in bringing Nil's dying wish to fruition. What pride might Nil possibly withhold or fail to feel for someone who had given him all? But, still Rafal hoped.

But, even then, Rafal in truth hoped for even less. That Nil should exist in some farfetched and imaginable way, that no matter how immaterial his form, no matter how faraway, somewhere a youth too gentle for Gradlon bore witness to a land where his anachronistic kindness was upheld as proud standard. Important that he did; that he learned of a place where his true self would not be shunned, and where he would not be condemned an even greater failure than Rafal.

After all, that Child, born to the wrong era, would have flourished here.

He would have suited his black uniform - charmed the whole of Garreg Mach with his undefeated cheer and boyish good looks. He would have trained himself to the brink of exhaustion that he might catch up with his siblings and betters. Studied and struggled and gloried, making few enemies and many more friends. He would have shed tears of joy as Nel did now, or perhaps brooded over his failures like Rafal no matter how salvageable or great. Perhaps.

( . . .just, perhaps. )

The flowers before them were beautiful, all the more for their compassionate purpose. Elsewhere between delicate shell of ear and familiar gold lozenge sat a new pink rose. A place for Nel's bloom in Rafal's hair, and a place for Nil between them, he squeezed her hand and imagined for but a moment that another's smaller strength had joined to his: "There is one thing I cannot accept, and that is your admission that I have made your greatest wish come true. I ask that you invent more. For Nil's desires—for mine—I intend to fulfill even more of your grandest wishes as a dutiful brother ought to."

[fellsparks]

If there is anything in this world that Nel has ever been certain of it, it is that Nil would be just as proud of Rafal as she is now-- that he would have fit so perfectly between the two of them with his sunny demeanor, a much-needed hint of levity in their otherwise stoic appearances. The mere thought of Rafal's signature scowl next to Nil's brilliant smile draws a laugh from her, her free hand raised to wipe away the few remaining tears that had spilled over. She can't feel the chill of the night air anymore, instead warmed by her brother's heart; instead warmed by the bond they share, and the presence of a third that neither of them could perceive. He was here in some capacity, Nel was certain. Part of Nil's heart resided in Rafal, and another part in her-- so it would be until the day both of their bones sank down into the earth. So it would be until they reunited in death, given the opportunity to regale each other with a lifetime's worth of tales. "If that is the case, then I believe I do have one last wish for tonight. It will be the beginning of a list we may share together. For now..." Carefully adjusting her position, her eyes glanced up to the stars overhead; it's just in time to catch a streak of light across the sky, providing just enough light to cast a beautiful glow over the display that Rafal had put his utmost effort into. It's too early for the night to end now, and... Nel wants nothing more than to stay here a little longer, hand under Rafal's. When she rests her head on his shoulder, she can feel the tension leaving her body-- in the past, perhaps she had been the one to shield him from the world; now, in this moment, it's him that has become her stalwart support. Unshakeable, no matter the circumstance. "Regale me with tales of your earlier days at Garreg Mach. I will take that shooting star as a token of Nil's encouragement for you to begin. I know well enough that he would pester you for all sorts of stories." You'd love to know too, wouldn't you, Nil? @rafent -- End!

[fellsparks]

Relaxing at the sauna…‎ / A place you'd like to visit…‎ ‎/ Potential training partners…‎ ‎

"My father travels quite a bit. It is not something I have had the opportunity to indulge in myself yet, but I would like to some day, to see all that there is to see in this world."

It's always fascinating to see other facets of the world, but Nel's begun to think that she's quite tired of traveling. From one world to the next, one nation to the neighboring one, tired feet trudging across various landscapes to the next battlefield... maybe it's a feeling that will pass with time, but as of now, she can think of no better feeling than to remain in the Monastery's employment for the foreseeable future. "Mm... I see. A reasonable desire, and one that many share." Fingers trace the rim of her own teacup idly. "I have seen much, yet it is also not enough. This is my first time enjoying the offerings of another nation altogether; Fodlan is not a country I was ever familiar with until recently." Coming from Elyos to a place where dragons are viewed differently... it's nerve-wracking to a degree, as it's hard to tell who will point a blade at her and who will simply turn a blind eye. A thousand years is not enough to understand the machinations of humanity, nor is it enough to see all that the world has to offer to her. "I would love to see more in the future, perhaps. I believe I could use some time to settle down in the meantime. I have heard of a place known as Valentia... as well as Ylisse, I believe it was." "Is your father at the monastery as well? From where do the both of you hail?"

[fellsparks]

Nel's brows knit and a hand rests against her chin as she wracks her mind for any resemblance that Mitama shares with other faculty she's familiar with. Despite the gestures and despite the narrowing down with the mention of 'faith'... she can't begin to come to a worthwhile conclusion. That frown isn't lost on her, however, and the Fell Dragon can do nothing but shake her head; humans are much more complicated with their family relations, she's noticed. "My apologies, but I do not believe I have crossed paths with him. At least, not from what you have provided me. Regardless, I am certain we will at one point if we are both faculty." Perhaps they already have, and she simply cannot put a face to the person in question. "As for Hoshido? I believe you are the first to inform me. I myself hail from..."

Mm. A complicated answer, certainly. "It is a long story, and perhaps one difficult to explain to those who have not experienced it themselves, but I traveled here from Elyos-- though it is not my place of birth. My brother arrived before I did, and is a fellow professor of the Black Eagles." She'd offered a description of her own family, hadn't she? It's only fair to return the favor. "Perhaps you have met him. We are similar in stature, though his hair is an ivory in direct opposition to my own. I have been told that we both appear to frown quite a bit; it is not my intention to do so." It might be Rafal's, she has no intention of saying.

@verseandrhyme

[verseandrhyme]

Elyos...ah, yes. She remembers. Alcryst had mentioned it once in passing, though she cannot for the life of her remember what the conversation had been about. It brings to mind the question of whether or not the two might know each other. It feels like a silly assumption to make, but considering how many of their number that have ventured here from Hoshido or Nohr that she does know...

It is not worth asking. If it proves to be true, it will be a present surprise for later. "I do not know your brother." Her description sparks no noteworthy memory. If they had passed in the halls, then it was an inconsequential meeting, not worth remembering. "Nor would I bother to think of him if the conversation concerns only you. It is a terrible thing to only be considered noteworthy by the existence of another. That without its roots / cannot stand without support / and is forgotten."

She might be guilty of the same, of course, but it has never been by her own volition that others seek to tie her constantly to her father's reputation. Best to remove the bandage before the wound can fester. Mitama shrugs and picks up her tea cup again. "My father's identity is by no means a great secret. If you wanted to know who specifically, you needed only to ask." She really does wish that this tea was sweeter. "I will spare you the trouble of having to wrack your brains with further thought. Professor Azama is my father."

And now he was haunting this conversation like an unpleasant specter. Ugh. "I do not dole out apologies for any offenses he may have wrought, before you think of asking for one."

[fellsparks]

There is a disconnect between them that shows glaringly in the manner that Mitama responds to the question posed about Rafal-- it causes her brow to twitch for only a moment, lips thinning into a line at the thought; the other half of their whole is not a dynamic of the manner she speaks, and there's a brief moment where she considers correcting it. In the end, however, she opts to simply let the topic go, because the next thing she hears is a bit surprising. She knows it shows in her face and the way that she freezes for a mere second. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed; had he ever mentioned a daughter, or had he been more secretive on the matter? Perhaps she'd forgotten? Their relationship had certainly been strained at best in this world. "I see. Rest assured, I will not place those burdens on you. Sins of your father are not yours to bear-- this I understand well." Were she to be held accountable for all of her father's crimes, she'd have never lived to this point; instead burned at the stake long, long ago. "It is a simple point of intrigue, nothing more. You will be judged as your own person, not an extension of Professor Azama." As it had been done for her thousands of years ago, when she first showed up at the doorstep of Lythos Castle. Either way, it's a moot point, and Nel's fingers trace the rim of her cup as she offers the smallest hint of a smile "You spoke of travel. I offer you a proposition. A tale of your Hoshido in exchange for a tale of my Elyos. Is this acceptable?" @verseandrhyme

[fellsparks]

laslow asked: [ GODDESS TOWER ] + [ SNEAK ] Heartbeat loud in his ears, Laslow stares at the Goddess Tower. Moonlight reflects off the ancient stone and turns it faintly luminous where its not hidden in shadows. For all his time at the monastery, he's never ventured onto these hallowed grounds. Never had a good enough reason--it felt like tempting fate, entering a space meant for love-drenched wishes with only himself and his too-romantic heart. But being a dreamer has always paid off for him, in the end. Perhaps not exactly how he imagined it, and often far longer than he ever wanted. Still, he's never lost that sense of optimism, no matter what time has thrown his way. Laslow squeezes Nel's hand. "Ready? I'm no thief, though I am rather light on my feet." [Stealth check: 9! Laslow my guy I am begging here!] He steps forward just as a guard walks into view. Hissing, he pushes Nel back with far less grace than he should, hoping the shadow of a nearby tree will be enough to hide them until the guard passes by.

Now that she thinks about it, this is likely the closest she's ventured to the Goddess Tower since arriving at the monastery. The students generally had their little tales to go along with its significance, but Nel herself had no intention of sneaking onto the premises when its legends centered around affections unspoken-- now, though, with her hand in his, it seems like she's playing the role of a smitten teenager as they duck into the shadows as the guard moves past the two of them. She wants to laugh at his reaction, her other hand covering her mouth to stifle the reaction. There's a better way to do this. Across the walkway, she can spot the higher wall that leads into an open bay window-- her fingers tap on his shoulder as means of encouraging him to follow as she quickly drags him along. It's laughably easy to use her strength to hop just high enough to grab the ledge with one hand, letting go of his in order to haul herself up and over. Only a few seconds pass before her head peeks over with a smile, reaching down to offer him her hand. It's a simple enough endeavor to assist in lifting him up as well, easily out of sight of that lingering guard that would likely make another round through the grounds. A huff of effort is all she spares once they're both on even footing again, lithe fingers immediately finding his-- as if she'd hated even the scant seconds they'd been apart. She had, of course, but there's no reason to voice it. "I can see why students attempt to frequent this area." It's private, moonlight casting long shadows across the stone floors; there's stairs that lead upwards from what she can spot, but even here has a beautiful view of mostly clear skies. "This is... a first for me. I had no interest in exploring, initially." Well.. "At least, not until you came along." A light chuckle follows, brow arched as she glances over at him. "Fortunate, am I not?"

@laslow

[laslow]

Embarrassment floods him; he averts his gaze, face hot. "Don't laugh!" This is supposed to be special! Romantic! Not a failure before it's even begun!

Light fingers tap along his shoulder, the only warning he gets before she pulls him along. Laslow follows willingly, as he so often does. There's never any hesitation on his part. Perhaps it's a little pathetic--he just wants to be wherever she is.

He releases her hand with no small amount of reluctance. Lips part in surprise as she disappears over the wall, pulling herself up with the same ease he flips through the air during a dance. Nel's smiling face pops into view; he grins back on instinct, all incredulity and love and incandescent joy.

Their palms connect again; gravity momentarily abandons him, and then he's once more at Nel's side. "Well," Laslow says, breathless, "I never realize quite how strong you are!" He entwines their fingers with a little laugh. "Thank you."

He gives an absent nod. For once, he's not paying attention to their surroundings. Moonlight casts Nel in shades of silver and blue. She looks ethereal; something out of a fairy tale, glowing from within.

Her gaze turns expectant, the echoes of her laugh fading around them, and he realizes she's asked him something. "Ah, forgive me, my darling! Can't blame me for getting distracted when you look like a painting." His voice grows softer. "Lady Fate has smiled upon both of us, indeed. Shall we?"

It's his turn to lead her; with measured steps, they ascend the staircase. Empty tree branches stand watch beyond the windows, hiding Laslow and Nel away from the world. They emerge onto the rooftop a short while later, the low railing surrounding it offering them a nearly unobstructed view of the Academy grounds.

"Typically, I'm no fan of heights, but I don't mind this," he comments, though he does stick close to Nel's side. Just to ease that flicker of anxiety curling in his stomach.

Nerves of a different origin turn his palms clammy. He swallows them down, hoping she can't feel the way his pulse has quickened. "Ah, Nel....there's something I'd like to ask you."

Laslow faces her fully, briefly catching her eyes before settling on staring at the space between her eyebrows. "You are someone I've grown to cherish deeply. You're compassionate, witty, kindhearted...and rather strong, heh," he adds, if only to dispel his nerves. "That is, my heart dances whenever we're together, and it would be foolish if I never told you the depth of my feelings. After all, who knows what tomorrow shall bring, eh?"

Laslow pauses. Breaths deep. He's come this far without incident. "...I'm sure you've heard rumors of my, ah, flirtatious nature, but I assure you, my feelings are nothing compared to those shallow endeavors. Dearest Nel, would you be my girlfriend?"

[fellsparks]

Following him is as natural as breathing, she’s come to find— where normally Nel stands at the forefront, ever the dutiful lookout, his kindness and his concern enable her to relinquish the reins enough to leave her fate in his hands. To leave her heart in his gentle palms, palms meant to heal rather than hurt. It’s a distinction that separates the two of them… but a difference that cannot keep them apart indefinitely.

The squeeze she gives his hand is a silent reassurance: should you fall, I will catch you without fail. Should you step within harm’s way, I will shield you— body or soul.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

A being who has lived for thousands of years cannot begin to decipher what could unfold even hours from now; the ways in which fate can bend in even a second’s beat is something that goes hand in hand with life’s precious value. They are both here today— and she thinks she’s come to a conclusion on her own as he speaks soft words that kindle embers in her heart into a raging fire.

Her hands are calloused, always meant to be tools for war. With every moment that passes in his presence, after thousands of years, Nel believes— wants— yearns to grow. To use those same wearied hands for gentler pursuits, to use them to heal in the same way that he does.

To use them to love. To use them to gently cup his cheek when that question comes, even as her eyes widen and every ounce of breath leaves her lungs.

She doesn’t answer, because she knows that words aren’t enough. There’s no term in the language they share for how readily she will offer her heart to him— once before, she’d known that should he ask for her hand, she will give it. Should he ask for her heart, she will give it. Should he ask for the stars, she would take flight and give the noblest effort to bring them back to him.

When her lips meet his, it’s a manner of answer in and of itself. The smile that curves against him is wide enough to make her cheeks hurt, arms winding around his neck to close whatever distance remains between them. It’s not close enough, it’s never enough— but it will do for now.

She breaks away just long enough to whisper a “yes”, her forehead resting against his. The familiar prick of tears at her eyes is embarrassing, surely, but ignored in favor of her words. Even if her voice is thick with the effort of swallowing. “Yes. I will say it as many times as it is needed. Yes.”

Tomorrow will be a time for reflection and recognition of what this entails— tonight, a moment to feel alive, and a moment to love in the way she’s always been meant to.

@laslow

[laslow]

Roughened palms delicately cup his cheeks. Laslow latches onto the feeling, uses it to ground himself in the ensuing silence. Nel's eyes are wide, her entire being seemingly frozen in this endless minute, and he's too busy fighting off an explosion of anxious thoughts to realize she's the furthest thing from upset.

Lips part to offer something, anything--an apology, a backtrack, a half serious quip that he'll jump off the Tower and never speak to her again--when she kisses him sweetly. Shocked, he doesn't reciprocate until her palms leave his face and her arms are wrapping around his neck.

Returning her kiss is as easy as breathing. His hands flutter lightly atop her hips, like even now, he can't quite believe this isn't a dream. She pulls back; streaked in moonlight, dark eyes glittering with too many emotions to name, she is a dream.

Laslow can't hear past the roaring in his ears. He sees her lips move. Smiles a little stupidly as his hearing returns in time to catch the last half of her sentence.

"Say it again?" He asks, soft, fingers coming up to trail along the arch of her cheekbone. Perhaps it is selfish of him, to immediately take advantage of her offer. Earning her trust--dare he call it love--is not something he will ever take lightly. But tonight, alone underneath the night sky where he's always found solace, no matter what country, he thinks a little selfishness can be forgiven.

[fellsparks]

Oh, he’s painfully adorable when he speaks— and under the light that highlights his features, there is no sight more beautiful than what stands in front of her now. In the form of a man who so easily makes her heart skip a beat, who so easily draws her away from memories in black and white. It only makes sense to let out a breathy laugh before leaning in, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Yes.” Moving from his ear, she presses another kiss to his cheek.

“Yes,” Softer this time, a kiss pressed to the tip of his nose.

“Yes-“ And then, finally, it’s a perfect fit for her to gently press their lips together— even as she laughs into their embrace. By the time she pulls away, her eyes sparkle with a million different emotions… but most importantly: unrestrained love and affection. Perhaps those words can’t be said in this particular moment, but her heart swells with the feeling of fondness.

“Does that satisfy you?” Murmured in the scant space between them, Nel’s arms loosen only slightly— they’re alone here, thankfully, and it enables her to bury her face in the crook of his neck without prying eyes. “I have no qualms convincing you further.”

Pulling away is the hardest thing she’s done tonight, but she immediately takes both of his hands in hers. How funny it is that their hands intertwine in a flawless manner that suggests that maybe they had been made for each other.

“Thank you, Laslow. This night… I will never forget.”

It’s been long, and there’s been so many things to do— now, however, she’s more concerned about throwing herself into her own bed and falling asleep. Recharging after this will take plenty of time, and….

“Leave with me? I do not want…. to part just yet.”

(Heart on full display, walls carefully deconstructed. How deadly his love is to her, and he isn’t even aware.)

@laslow

- End!

[fellsparks]

[ CHAMPAGNE ] The longer the party goes, the fewer people there are around as, inevitably, guests start to drift off to other things. Their rooms, dark and private corners, whatever. The main ballroom is emptier now, making things a lot less nerve wracking for one professor, at least.

She whistles quietly as she approaches Nel, tapping the other woman on the arm with her wrist as she offers her one of the two champagne flutes with a smile - bright, but not put on.

"Sooo, how'd the outfit end up working for ya?" Nel looks good, in her opinion. The suit look definitely suits her. "Any complaints? I'll be sure to remember them for next time so we can find ya something better."

And now, the far less important but also still relevant question. Yunaka wags her eyebrows playfully as she lifts her glass. "aaaand, what does your date think?"

After a night filled with far too much socialization for her tastes, the offering of a flute of champagne is one heavily appreciated. Not that it's enough to take the edge off of any remaining stress, but Nel continues to retain a smile that's more noticeable than it normally is-- all thanks to a specific someone. A nod of thanks follows, along with a light chuckle. And if there's pink still dusting her cheeks, she's certainly not aware of it. "Ah, thank you, Yunaka. I have yet to sample the drinks provided... although there are several that seem worthy of note." Many of them are described to be sweet, which is enough of a deterrent for her to even begin to try them. Some had been described as a 'fire ball', warranting her investigation into the matter later. "It was perfect. I owe your expert advice for a successful ensemble. Elegant, yet comfortable and easy to maneuver in." The question that comes after has her expression softening almost immediately, crimson eyes flitting down to settle on her glass. "According to his words, I believe he very much approves. It has been a wonderful night, far beyond my own expectations." "And yourself? Your dress is beautiful. I pray your night has been just as spectacular as mine." @dcggersedge

[fellsparks]

The lack of a finished thought gives enough of an impression that perhaps it's one she'd rather not finish; Nel's not a woman to pry, either, instead swirling the liquid in her glass... and not particularly making an effort to drink it. One sip was enough, she's certain, and she frowns before glancing over to the remainder of Yunaka's drink, offering it up without any hesitation by way of a tilted glass and a cocked brow. As for knowing Laslow? An excellent question indeed. The Blue Lions and the Black Eagles did not always have reasons to interlope, but it would be surprising if the faculty wasn't at least somewhat familiar with one another. "Are you familiar with the sword professor from the Blue Lions, Laslow?" Nel keeps her eyes trained on nothing in particular, instead observing the mostly empty ballroom. It makes it a bit easier to speak on the matter, even if the residual happiness from her earlier conversation with him still remained. "If so, then you have your answer. If not, I am certain he is nearby- I plan to leave with him rather than abandon him here." Wouldn't that be rude? Granted, she's not entirely familiar with what is customary for the standards of human courtship. "I see. Tonight is a night of firsts for us both, then." Some bittersweet, others a second chance at a life neither of them believed they would be living. "If it is any consolation, I know not what the traditional agenda is for these celebrations. The dancing is the only thing I am particularly aware of." A flippant motion of her hand dismisses the thought, though a smile follows. Somehow, Nel believes it's not much of a consolation, considering her status as not even human. "I would offer you a toast to better tomorrows- but I do not think I can stomach one more taste of this... champagne." @dcggersedge

[dcggersedge]

Nel offers her the drink Yunaka gave her, and she has to wonder for a second if she's coming off like she has a problem. She'd never really gotten that drunk before, but it was hard to avoid the stuff when you had to spend most of your time growing up in a tavern. She'd built up a tolerance sipping glasses and listening to negotiations, so the champagne barely even hits her. She shrugs, then knocks back what's left over in her glass before taking Nel's back.

"Oh, Laslow?" Huh...you know, that's a surprise, but also makes total sense. "Yeah, I know him. He asked me out when I was teaching the Lions back when I first got here. So he asked you this time, huh?"

That had been...messy. Mostly because of her own baggage and stuff more than anything Laslow had actually done, but it had still spooked her a little with how fast everything seemed to have happened. She still kinda felt bad for trampling all over things like that back then, but it was good to know he'd managed to move on, at least.

Nel plows on like she doesn't care much about the subject, so Yunaka just shrugs and sips at her second glass. She finds it hard to imagine that Nel wouldn't have known his reputation before agreeing to something like this, so she must not be bothered or worried by it. She certainly gave off that impression.

"Champagne's not that great, yeah..." It'll do, but it's not her favorite. "Only the nobles' tastes matter though, right?"

[fellsparks]

That certainly catches her off-guard; the mention of Laslow having previously asked Yunaka out was surprising… but when she takes a singular moment to think about it, she does recall that he mentioned being flirtatious before the two of them met. Either way, Nel’s made the conscious decision to trust him— and she will judge with her own eyes, not another’s. Should a problem arise, she will take care of it; Laslow has too pure of a heart to double-cross her.

“I see. When we spoke at the Goddess Tower, he did mention his tendency to… flirt, I suppose.” That was a part of the conversation she nearly missed, too enthralled with everything else spoken between them. “I do not believe he will do anything questionable.”

Was it even wise to mention the Goddess Tower? She wasn’t entirely aware of all the rumors and significance of it as a whole, but Nel knew vaguely that it was associated with romance.

Nobles’ tastes. That draw a huff of laughter from her, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. By birthright, she too is royalty— with no land to lead and no land to claim. Maybe that’s for the better, considering what she’s observed here.

“You are correct. Too many sweets, not enough other things. Mauvier did show me chili oil— it is the only thing I have enjoyed tonight.”

@dcggersedge

[rafent]

✽ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ✽

Ethereal Ball 2026, Goddess Tower (set week 2)

[rafent]

What plan had Rafal sought to put in motion, Nel should ask? For one, that answer would no longer belong to destruction; to ambition; to the Fell Heir's self-serving desire that put no other before himself. In a shocking act of reversal, his vicious nature had not demolished but built, toiled to the utmost for someone who would never appreciate, never be able to repay. But, who? And for what?

"That is for you to find out. Fortunately, at this height that ought to be possible."

Behold, then said Rafal across an anticipatory look. He need not gesture, need not utter, only direct his gaze downwards in the direction. Ask and so he had received - from her, from him, from them. Procured at the behest of Rafal who spared no effort in his mission to collect an eden's worth of blossoms, so amassed for such individuals who had given for one reason or another.

This was that fruit:

As two otherworldly dragons looked on, an ethereal realm of flowers gazed back. Blooms of all kinds perched upon every spire and roof within reach of the eye; at times a colorful makeshift weather vane, at others a wreath or embellishment upon tile, in the end the lifelike replication of a meadow where a meadow ought not be. Magic, as it were, on both that front and another; that beneath the stolid witness of the night sky, these cheery pops of color seemed only to emulate the mystical.

"I readied these preparations shortly before our arrival. It took no effort to fly from roof to roof with the great advantage of a dragon's form." Who else might be capable of scattering blooms overnight ubiquitously and without detection? A mischievous, totally self-satisfied smile tugged at his lips. "—Of course, this spectacle will be sure to draw attention come the morning when it is discovered. And, naturally, there will be those who do not approve of such an unsanctioned and vandalizing display."

In the morning, there would doubtless be no shortage of speculations toward this mysterious sight. Only Nel and Rafal might understand that it was no mystery at all. At best, perhaps the most clever of minds might form a theory or two, at the curious dragon who'd fluttered in all seeming directions across the whole of the Ethereal Ball.

"Nevertheless, even if only for a night, I hope it will remain untouched."

Nevertheless, he observed the stars, appeared only to admire their light, then turned his attention beyond them with a fathomless affection transcending this plane. 'Someone who would never appreciate, never be able to repay', yet was honored regardless; the same stars looked on with silent apathy, but between them existed a dragon-child's kindly traces, lost between worlds yet found forever in the sky that stretched above these worlds all.

". . .Nil," Rafal called out to him, softly and at last. "In this world, many flowers reside. Roses, orchids, lilies, hyacinths, tulips—each in such excess that you need not press them to last longer. Do you behold their sights from where you are?"

[fellsparks]

Rafal always had been one with tricks up his sleeve, even when once masquerading as Nil; she'd seen through his ruse early on, and Nel believed that by now... she could read his intentions effortlessly, and function truly as the other half of their whole. In this moment shared under the stars, however-- she realizes how foolish she is to have missed the intent behind his gathering of flowers. Colors in their once black and white fields, beautiful arrangements they would never have seen again in their Elyos. Illuminated by the soft light of the moon, their shades and hues a perfect display that Nil would have loved. Perhaps he would've jumped for joy, or maybe he would've wanted to add his own display; the two of them would never know his reaction-- and in a way, that provides its own sort of hole in their shared space now. It takes a moment for her to realize that her cheeks are wet, yet there remains a lack of any drizzle of rain. Nel is quick to rub at her eyes, a hoarse laugh escaping her as she wills herself to refrain from such a display in front of him. Not after all that he's done, all that he strives for... and not after Rafal has truly given a perfect tribute to the boy they both adored. Even now, long after his death. For the rest of their days, he will always be remembered. How would Nil have felt, to see Rafal as the man he is today? "... Forgive me. This is not an occasion for tears, yet they come despite my efforts." To be composed is natural for her solid support as the elder of the two of them, but it seems that Rafal is always quite proficient in breaking through any shield she's ever managed to build up. He knows her better than anyone else, after all. "It is... beautiful. Were Nil here..." Her voice cracks as she turns to face her brother, retrieving one of the few flowers she had left as friends and strangers both had received her blooms. It's a beautiful shade of pink, her gentle hands pushing some of his hair away to place it behind his ear. Smiling through her tears is easy when such happiness is brought to her-- happiness that would certainly extend to the boy that this display was meant for. "Were he here, I believe he would be stunned. I believe he would be so, so happy to stand at your side."

"... I believe he would have loved you. Unconditionally. Just as you do him."

Leaning to the side, her head rests against the slope of his shoulder; there's no place in the world she'd rather be, and Nel's hand finds his own to rest on top of it. Always a perfect fit, always a grounding comfort no matter the circumstances. "Thank you, Rafal. Nil can see them, I am certain. He would have pressed them anyways-- if only to preserve the sentiments you have sent to him tonight." To live as Fell Dragons in a peaceful world, to abandon the fight for survival... "You have made my greatest wish come true, and you are not even aware of it."

@rafent

[encantresse]

of course it doesn't sate her curiosity. how could it do anything but fan the flames of intrigue, with one reveal after another? to think the professor might expect her to walk away after this taste of exploits to be shared, and a glimpse into drawers full of heartbreak akin to the ones she kept locked with a brass key herself!

"if i may, professor?" dorothea's gloved hands brush the front of her skirts, smoothing out the fabric before she adjusts herself in a manner that takes on an air of earnestness. "it's true that you're far more experienced than i am when it comes to a great deal of things. but when it comes to relationships, let's just say i'm no amateur."

a sympathetic gaze holds nel's.

"do you love him? or at the very least—do you think you can love him someday? because if the answer's yes, then you've solved your own dilemma. regardless of who says it first, it wouldn't hurt to make that known. not if you know you'd be happy to spend the rest of your days with him."

[fellsparks]

Do you love him?

Such words are difficult to hear, yet also something that causes her heart to hammer at a rapid pace. She can feel the heat creeping up her neck, and for once, Nel doesn't find that she despises it. However... She remembers the sting of grief when blue wildflowers bloomed across the gardens of the Somniel, even after her Divine Dragon had fallen in battle-- how each and every one only brought back the memory of them sharing the sight together, and how gentle he had been when handling them. Eventually, centuries later, they had all crumbled into ash, returned to the soil that had once helped them grow. Each and every one, she watched fade into grey. As if slowly, that Divine One was getting further and further away from her reach. Even now, there are days she startles awake with the memory of their fingers interlocked in the pinky promise to return home-- and even now, sometimes it hurts so badly that she thinks that perhaps someone had stabbed her in the middle of the night. In Laslow, she sees the same kindness-- but he is his own person, and Nel dare not compare the two of them. He is a perfect reminder of the happiness that once ruled her life... and maybe, just maybe, she won't be doomed to be consumed by that gut wrenching agony. When his hand covers hers so perfectly, she remembers what it feels like: To love.

"... I do." More than he will ever know, more than she could ever put into words. She's never done things in half-measures, and despite the harshness she's been forced to adopt... "I do. Perhaps he will only exist for a portion of my life span, but I believe those years will never once leave my memory."

With a sigh, she brings one hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose, disarmed by the conversation as a whole. Wasn't she being a fool over this? "You are correct. Wise beyond your years, I see." A wistful smile eventually comes once her hand lowers, thankful for the sentiments she's expressed. "I hope that in the man you have chosen, you will find the same. He is a bright one-- a smile that can blind. Long-winded, certainly, but he means well." Dutifully, Nel had listened to every word he spoke. Hung onto them, curiosity piqued by his vibrancy. "There are few with the same kindness. The same kindness you display even in the darkest moments." "...Thank you, Dorothea." @encantresse

[fellsparks]

ball update

Nel and Alear's inboxes are cleared and I'm working on Corrin asks in case anyone needs flowers from her! I have several minis to be wrapped up but they likely will be extending slighlty past ball due to my energy levels. If you'd rather drop an interaction because of it, let me know. Also let me know if I missed anyone. Nel's Minis: Rafal @rafent Yunaka @dcggersedge Laslow @laslow Dorothea @encantresse Alear's Minis: Rafal @rafent Yunaka @dcggersedge Bernadetta @hermidetta Chrom @soulsaligned Corrin's Minis: Tsubaki @petalblight Jakob @butlere

[rafent]

✽ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ✽

Ethereal Ball 2026, Goddess Tower (set week 2)

[rafent]

Now you will listen.

And with rucked brows so he did. Reminded all at once that such would rule as sacrosanct among Fell Dragon twins: give and take, protect and be protected, speak and silence, each in turn and in perfect proportion to the other. The smooth Nel and dentate Rafal, both harmonious and contrasting; commensurate as two pieces broken off the same dragonstone, and when shone beneath light, just as different. An inviolable system between two halves of a whole, of course - therefore, an uncontested one. And, after all is said but not yet done between them?

Before Nel's caged posture, all her now-freed revelations, his fury waned to a sleepy smolder. His fire to disappear as if one with the crisp night air alongside his darkness and demands. What remained was the younger's contrite expression, the reminder that such a thing as terror even following the visitation of Nel's once and former end had never been Rafal's to feel alone.

"It appears I have spoken selfishly and behaved more than unjustly." He looked askance, appropriately scolded though Nel did not—need not—say a word. "Ruled by emotion, I demanded for answers you were not prepared to give. Your misgivings on this matter were those I failed utterly to consider. My angry approach was unwarranted. For these, I would apologize."

Rafal shook his head with a sway of soft downy fringe. Upon the conclusion of this movement, all semblance of sharp and formidable edge briefly returned - coalesced in a long, meaningful stare. "—However, my concern remains. But as the time for such talk is unsuitable, as you say, we will spare it for the future. Its hour will come."

Threat; promise; both. Accompanying this return to the Fell Heir's usual pointy comportment was also the return to a specially bejeweled night. A trip to the very apex of the Goddess Tower made for one reason and one reason only. Relinquishing his hostile effects, the paler dragon drew nearer to the roof's boundary where he seated himself with one leg packed toward his chest and the other dangling off the edge. He directed an inviting look at Nel, then for greater measure:

"It was not my intention to sour this night. I should like to return it to what it was—and to my plans alongside. Will you join me?"

[fellsparks]

He speaks of using selfish words-- when all he has done has only ever been out of love and concern for his sister. He speaks of unjust behaviors-- when he has expressed reasonable distaste for Nel's lack of communication. For everything that Rafal sees in himself and his actions, Nel has always perceived the opposite. There has never been a doubt in her mind that should the rest of the world burn, he will remain at her side without needing to be asked, hand perfectly molded to fit in hers. How foolish he is, to not realize that he's more similar to her than he would ever believe. "Apology accepted, though unnecessary- you act only out of love. I assure you, your conversation will come- and your promise is duly noted." Once has Nel crossed him, albeit unintentionally. A second time will not come to pass. "... Thank you, Rafal. For understanding. For listening." Rafal's perch on the edge of the building has Nel following suit to take a seat beside him, shivering as the wind ruffles dark bangs; the skies are clear, even more so from on-high-- there remains nothing to shield the moon and stars from their view. Nil would have loved this, she wants to say... but he knows it well enough. Nil was not only hers to love, but Rafal's as well; as it would always be. "You have soured nothing. As always, I will gladly participate in whatever plans it is that you have... assuming within reason." The last part is said with a chuckle, reminders of harder times and questionable behaviors on her own part still vivid in the back of her mind. A jest, through and through. "What is it you have sought to put into motion, then?" To lean to the side is effortless, her shoulder gently brushing against his. Not enough to put much weight onto him, but just enough to remind that she is here, that she always will be, and that his plans are just as much hers.

@rafent

[fellsparks]

rigelprinceofdespair asked: [ SEQUESTER ] - Some rooms remain unused, and while by the padlocks on their doors you suspect they are meant to remain that way, some poor sap seems to have forgotten to make sure they were locked properly. They make for an excellent space away from the chaos of the rest of the ball—though you may not be the first one there. Berkut still couldn't believe his outfit had got spilled on. Barely managing to find a spare room to begin trying to dry himself off, he lets out another muttered curse. At least he could still manage to get it dry in time for the White Heron cup. Once he finishes drying off he lets out a sigh. Taking a moment to close his eyes and lean against the wall. Thoughts still going through the events of the ball so far, the various pleasant and unpleasant encounters. Yet there is still one that can't quite leave his mind. Of familiar red eyes, and how he had ran like a craven from them. "How by every damned God that exists am I suppose to even begin to speak with her?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she'd caught sight of some sort of-- disagreement? Accident? Nel hadn't been close enough to make out any of the details, but Berkut's retreat had been swift enough. She didn't recognize the woman who had bumped into him, and perhaps she'd circle around to ensure that everything was alright; priorities are priorities, however, and the professor heaves a big sigh before stepping into the shadows in pursuit. He's not far, thankfully. Part of her debates on simply observing from a distance, confirming with her own yes, and then leaving. Another part says the opposite- to step up and to make herself known. Berkut's voice surprises her, and it takes a moment for Nel to realize that he's not speaking to anyone in particular. It's then that she steels herself, squares her shoulders, and steps into a brighter part of the hallway that the pitch black doesn't cover. She'd had the sense of mind to bring a towel, crimson eyes flickering down to the stain on his sleeve. "... Berkut. Is everything alright? I-- thought you may need one of these." Were her to turn and stomp away, she wouldn't chase. She wouldn't blame him-- to humans, she supposes a fell dragon is only safe when quartered and chained; something that Nel is not and never will be. @rigelprinceofdespair

[rigelprinceofdespair]

That voice makes him freeze for a moment. Was this really happening now? Eyes closing for a brief moment he lets out a sigh, before meeting the gaze of his professor. An empty, bitter smile forms on his face, even as he gives a quick nod.

"Thank you professor." The words are devoid of emotion, a hollowness to them that he just can't seem to fight off for the moment. Still he takes the towel, and does his best to dry off his sleeve. For a moment he clenches it, wondering if he should just leave.

Yet he was already a weakling once tonight.

Instead he raises his gaze, meeting those crimson eyes before giving her that same bitter smile. "I must commend you. Twice tonight you have now aided me. Despite what happened..."

The laugh that escapes is bitter. "Surely at some point you must realize such things aren't worth the effort? I must say, compared to last time a dragon influenced me, you have a much different way of going about it."

Unable to look at her, Berkut turns away. "As weak as I am, I would rather not sell me soul once more." Despite the words, he can't help but wince. "...Apologies. I know you wouldn't do such a thing."

[fellsparks]

The huff that comes from her nose is half amusement and half faux-offense as she lingers in the general vicinity, arms crossed over her chest. "Perhaps it will disappoint you, but I do not deal in the matter of souls. Should you be concerned, rest assured: any others of my kind are long since gone... with the exception of my brother." She remembers the story she'd given to him long ago, and briefly, she wonders if the parallels will suddenly strike a chord with him. "My aid is not conditional. Nor will it ever be." He speaks of 'weakness', but few humans have the bravery to stand up in the face of a dragon-- much less one of her nature. Perhaps that's something she's always admired in him, his unflinching self in even the most perilous of circumstances. Something admirable as much as it is dangerous. "You need not speak poorly of yourself over tonight's events. It is the least I can do; you deserve a peaceful evening. There is no weakness to be had in indulging." @rigelprinceofdespair

[rigelprinceofdespair]

Despite himself, Berkut nearly laughs at her words. For a moment it was almost as if nothing had changed, as if they were speaking as they had before. Yet even now there is a part of him on edge. Though truly, it may not have anything to do with the professor at all.

Just his own nightmares catching up to him, reminding him of his weakness.

"I know many who may disagree with you about what I deserve. In fact I think I danced with one or two of them tonight." Now the smirk returns, only a bit more subdued. Still he moves from the wall, and lets out a sigh.

"Professor. Not tonight, but some time soon... I would like to have a more honest conversation with you. About not only what happened before, but also an explanation on my part. I have told you some, but not everything. Explain myself, at the very least."

Part of him couldn't believe he was even offering this. Yet at the same time, perhaps it would be good. After all, at least revealing the truth would give them both a reason to never interact. Though the idea of Nel looking at him with the same disdain as any Deliverance member was painful...

Shaking his head he offered a hand. "Does that sound good to you?"

[fellsparks]

It's an offering Nel hadn't expected, not when their last parting had been on uncertain terms. The sin of omission is certainly a falsehood in and of itself, one that she is guilty of wholeheartedly-- but not borne from a sense of fear or shame. What was once fairly common in her Elyos is not in the rest of the world, and adjustment to that fact of life had been... difficult. "Those who disagree simply have a different viewpoint. I dare not allow their vision to cloud mine." Matter-of-fact and rigid in her statements, her gaze flickers across his face for only the briefest of moments; his expression, his uncertainty, and his body language saying more than he needs to explain on his own. "... There are two of us here who have made mistakes in our lifetimes. I have no right to judge your own.""As for your proposal... Very well. On one condition." Her hand easily fits around his, more slender and calloused in nature. "I will hear you to the end, that is a given. However, you will hear me as well- I do not intend to mislead you more than I already have." Even if it was unintentionally. "When you are ready, if you are ready... you need only call for me." @rigelprinceofdespair -- End!

[fellsparks]

[ CHAMPAGNE ] The longer the party goes, the fewer people there are around as, inevitably, guests start to drift off to other things. Their rooms, dark and private corners, whatever. The main ballroom is emptier now, making things a lot less nerve wracking for one professor, at least.

She whistles quietly as she approaches Nel, tapping the other woman on the arm with her wrist as she offers her one of the two champagne flutes with a smile - bright, but not put on.

"Sooo, how'd the outfit end up working for ya?" Nel looks good, in her opinion. The suit look definitely suits her. "Any complaints? I'll be sure to remember them for next time so we can find ya something better."

And now, the far less important but also still relevant question. Yunaka wags her eyebrows playfully as she lifts her glass. "aaaand, what does your date think?"

After a night filled with far too much socialization for her tastes, the offering of a flute of champagne is one heavily appreciated. Not that it's enough to take the edge off of any remaining stress, but Nel continues to retain a smile that's more noticeable than it normally is-- all thanks to a specific someone. A nod of thanks follows, along with a light chuckle. And if there's pink still dusting her cheeks, she's certainly not aware of it. "Ah, thank you, Yunaka. I have yet to sample the drinks provided... although there are several that seem worthy of note." Many of them are described to be sweet, which is enough of a deterrent for her to even begin to try them. Some had been described as a 'fire ball', warranting her investigation into the matter later. "It was perfect. I owe your expert advice for a successful ensemble. Elegant, yet comfortable and easy to maneuver in." The question that comes after has her expression softening almost immediately, crimson eyes flitting down to settle on her glass. "According to his words, I believe he very much approves. It has been a wonderful night, far beyond my own expectations." "And yourself? Your dress is beautiful. I pray your night has been just as spectacular as mine." @dcggersedge

[fellsparks]

It takes only one glance at the heels Yunaka had chosen to wear for Nel to know how sore she must be at this hour of the night. That alone is a perfect chance for her to guide them both to a nearby pair of seats, motioning for her companion to join her as she carefully plops into one of them-- one leg crossed over the other as she swirls the drink in her glass. A sniff has her suspecting that it's rather fruity, but she takes a sip nonetheless. When she grimaces at the flavor, she hopes it's not all that noticeable. "Rest assured, your secret is safe with me. I dare not ruin the.... illusion." Is that even what it is? Surely others would know those shoes to be painful after even an hour. That's besides the point, though, and Nel quickly turns her attention to the meaningful topic at hand. "There is nothing wrong with a calm evening. I dare not speak for others, but as for myself, I do not mind your company. I do not find it to be domineering; should I change my thoughts, you would be the first to know." As for the talking to? That does draw a light chuckle from her. "He would never say such a thing. Were I to show up in the strangest outfit available to humankind, I am certain he would still regale me with his flattery." The funniest part is that Nel would believe every word of it to be true. "Should I require assistance in that matter, I will be sure to inform you." It's playful, followed by a chuckle that indicates she won't have any problems in which she needs to utilize that threat.

"Have you done everything you wished to this evening? I cannot say I have seen you often- but my eyes do not catch everything that happens." Not to mention, there's plenty of more secluded haunts around the monastery better suited to quieter conversations. Haunts she'd been in herself, she neglects to say. "I do not intend to spend the entirety of the night at my partner's side, nor would I expect him to either."

@dcggersedge

[dcggersedge]

The seats have been a hot spot since the night began, almost always claimed by one person or another. Seeing them empty now is either a testament to how late it's gotten or how well the monastery is keeping people entertained elsewhere. Whichever the case is, Yunaka is happy for the break, tucking her skirt neatly under herself before dropping into the seat with a relieved sigh.

"Mmm. It's less about being domineering and more..."

Well, nobody wants to feel like they're overstaying their welcome, do they? Yunaka is used to being alone, but she's never liked it.

She shrugs and waves it off. It doesn't actually matter. Everyone having a good time, that's what matters, and she's not about to dim anybody's evening by talking about how she can never quite shake the feeling of being the odd one out.

She's much more interested in the high praise Nel heaps on somebody she's never talked about before. It figures she would, she doesn't seem like the type to entertain people just cause they asked her to, but she's surprised she's never even heard a hint or a whisper about this guy before.

"Sounds like a dream." Or a nightmare, depending on your personal preferences. "Anybody I know?"

Has she done everything? "...dunno." Yunaka shrugs and sips some more of the champagne. "Never thought I'd actually attend one of these properly, you know? I always had a job to focus on when I went in the past, so I never really got to think about what to do."

She danced. She saw friends. She did some of the activities that felt safe and didn't make her skin crawl. After a moment of silence, she shrugs again. "I think so."

[fellsparks]

The lack of a finished thought gives enough of an impression that perhaps it's one she'd rather not finish; Nel's not a woman to pry, either, instead swirling the liquid in her glass... and not particularly making an effort to drink it. One sip was enough, she's certain, and she frowns before glancing over to the remainder of Yunaka's drink, offering it up without any hesitation by way of a tilted glass and a cocked brow. As for knowing Laslow? An excellent question indeed. The Blue Lions and the Black Eagles did not always have reasons to interlope, but it would be surprising if the faculty wasn't at least somewhat familiar with one another. "Are you familiar with the sword professor from the Blue Lions, Laslow?" Nel keeps her eyes trained on nothing in particular, instead observing the mostly empty ballroom. It makes it a bit easier to speak on the matter, even if the residual happiness from her earlier conversation with him still remained. "If so, then you have your answer. If not, I am certain he is nearby- I plan to leave with him rather than abandon him here." Wouldn't that be rude? Granted, she's not entirely familiar with what is customary for the standards of human courtship. "I see. Tonight is a night of firsts for us both, then." Some bittersweet, others a second chance at a life neither of them believed they would be living. "If it is any consolation, I know not what the traditional agenda is for these celebrations. The dancing is the only thing I am particularly aware of." A flippant motion of her hand dismisses the thought, though a smile follows. Somehow, Nel believes it's not much of a consolation, considering her status as not even human. "I would offer you a toast to better tomorrows- but I do not think I can stomach one more taste of this... champagne." @dcggersedge

[rafent]

✽ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ✽

Ethereal Ball 2026, Goddess Tower (set week 2)

[rafent]

For a time, Rafal listened. Even when it appeared that silence would prove to be his struggle, even when his breathing thinned to shallow breaths, his lips pinched together so tightly as to wane in color, he listened to the end. A feat of compliance he could manage only because shock was not the colossus that dominated his emotions. What he had so disturbingly seen for his own was confirmed to be true; however, by such initial exposure, Nel's words offered no revelation of surprise, either. Greatest of all, what he sought was not the truth. Not entirely.

No; what he desired most was a means of denial, a path by which he might tread backwards and renounce this all. Confirmation from Nel herself that all he'd seen and heard could be consigned to mere misunderstanding. A selfish, self-soothing, hopeful attempt to shirk all acceptance of the unbelievable; the unacceptable.

"You did not think it worthy of note?"

At last came his piece. Delicate nostrils flared on an inch of frustration, then several more as he waved his hand through the air like he might banish the disbelief that permeated the space around him. "This is an unprecedented decision. Your time in this land has amounted to little more than a year, need I remind, and already you accept the invitation of a human? Do not take me for a fool, sister. You think him special. You favor him!"

What upheaval amidst their difficult lives, that Rafal might lecture the elder who had once spared no effort in reprimanding the course of her destructive and too-sacrificing younger brother; but, perhaps, between two halves of equal standing, this were ultimately no upheaval at all. At present, stormy eyes blazed before Nel. He could not deny that he perceived it as a betrayal, to know of such significant news from the mouth of another over his own sister, but mixed within that concoction of hurt was—

"Difficult, you say of his company, but not unknown I should hope. What do you know of his intentions? Does he intend to court you—a Fell Dragon from another world?" Rafal's concerned expression twisted with darkness as he glimpsed a future of unforgivable outcome; a man who, should it attempt to occur, would know better of Rafal's bite than any tender touch by Nel. ". . .To philander?"

[fellsparks]

To deny him his right to speak on the matter would simply be brushing his feelings aside, and despite the strange manner in which their roles have reversed... she opts to simply endure the scolding as Rafal chides and raves over the situation at hand-- all things she's aware of, all things she's considered over and over in her mind until it made her head throb with the effort of trying to keep her thoughts clear and concise. When his expression darkens, Nel immediately knows that he's just sending himself into a downward spiral. The sigh that comes is long, yet fond, because never once would she spurn the manner of her little brother's affections-- as strange as they may be at times. Undoubtedly, uniquely his... and the love she recognizes in his concern is what draws a slight smile from her. "Rafal." Gentle, soft, barely audible over the night's breeze and rustling of tree limbs- uncharacteristically so for the lecture she's just received. There is no world in which Rafal does not mean well, and his sharp tongue serves its purpose to pry her from her silence. "I never once have thought you a fool. Make no mistake- if there is any fool between us, it is me. You have spoken and made yourself heard: now, you will listen."

Arms crossed over her chest, the chill that runs down her spine isn't borne from the crisp, frigid air of winter. Instead, it's apprehension that digs its claws into her, refusing to release its grip even when she clears her throat to ensure the lump there doesn't get a chance to fully form. "The difficulty does not arise in regards to the man in question. Professor Laslow has shown nothing but good character- if anything, this matter would have long since been resolved were I..." Braver? No, that's not entirely right. "... It is too early for me to have told you. You know well enough that this is not a simple topic for me-- there is hesitation that remains in the form of... fear, I suppose. Fear that history will repeat itself should I allow myself to lower my guard. It is why I have not made you aware of this matter yet, not out of a desire to betray or hide, but simply because speaking it into existence is terrifying beyond my ability to describe." Her knuckles run white with the squeeze she has on her own bicep, though the sting quickly reminds her to lessen her grip. That thought alone has her blood turning to ice, but she quickly shakes her head as a means of grounding herself. "Tonight is not the night for this conversation. You have my word, Rafal, we will speak more in depth soon. It is something that comes with positive feelings, but also others not so easily dredged up from the past."

@rafent

[fellsparks]

[ CHAMPAGNE ] The longer the party goes, the fewer people there are around as, inevitably, guests start to drift off to other things. Their rooms, dark and private corners, whatever. The main ballroom is emptier now, making things a lot less nerve wracking for one professor, at least.

She whistles quietly as she approaches Nel, tapping the other woman on the arm with her wrist as she offers her one of the two champagne flutes with a smile - bright, but not put on.

"Sooo, how'd the outfit end up working for ya?" Nel looks good, in her opinion. The suit look definitely suits her. "Any complaints? I'll be sure to remember them for next time so we can find ya something better."

And now, the far less important but also still relevant question. Yunaka wags her eyebrows playfully as she lifts her glass. "aaaand, what does your date think?"

After a night filled with far too much socialization for her tastes, the offering of a flute of champagne is one heavily appreciated. Not that it's enough to take the edge off of any remaining stress, but Nel continues to retain a smile that's more noticeable than it normally is-- all thanks to a specific someone. A nod of thanks follows, along with a light chuckle. And if there's pink still dusting her cheeks, she's certainly not aware of it. "Ah, thank you, Yunaka. I have yet to sample the drinks provided... although there are several that seem worthy of note." Many of them are described to be sweet, which is enough of a deterrent for her to even begin to try them. Some had been described as a 'fire ball', warranting her investigation into the matter later. "It was perfect. I owe your expert advice for a successful ensemble. Elegant, yet comfortable and easy to maneuver in." The question that comes after has her expression softening almost immediately, crimson eyes flitting down to settle on her glass. "According to his words, I believe he very much approves. It has been a wonderful night, far beyond my own expectations." "And yourself? Your dress is beautiful. I pray your night has been just as spectacular as mine." @dcggersedge

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"You're welcome!" Yunaka chirps happily. She's incredibly proud of having nailed it, to be quite honest. It would have been awful to be the one who get Nel all dolled up, just to find out she was miserable and hated the experience. She would've never forgiven herself for that.

"Honestly, I think I gave you the better outfit outta the two of us." Her dress is cute and all, but when Yunaka shifts her weight onto one foot to hold the other out in front of her, she's sure Nel can see what she means. "My feet are killing me. Don't tell anybody though." She winks playfully, then goes for a sip of her glass. "Can't let people know this look isn't flawless."

The tights help in covering up a lot of her scars, and the ones on her hands and arms...well, people have seen them by now. No sense hiding those.

"My night's pretty uneventful. Not that it's not fun, but it feels a little awkward trying to find people to do stuff with without feeling like you're monopolizing their time, y'know?" Lapis and Alcryst obviously don't want a third wheel, and she feels bad hanging off of Diamant all night, not to mention she's not even sure where Rafal is right now.

"But it's fun! And I'm glad to hear your date thinks so too." She flexes one of her arms playfully. "We'd have to give him a talking to if he said otherwise."

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It takes only one glance at the heels Yunaka had chosen to wear for Nel to know how sore she must be at this hour of the night. That alone is a perfect chance for her to guide them both to a nearby pair of seats, motioning for her companion to join her as she carefully plops into one of them-- one leg crossed over the other as she swirls the drink in her glass. A sniff has her suspecting that it's rather fruity, but she takes a sip nonetheless. When she grimaces at the flavor, she hopes it's not all that noticeable. "Rest assured, your secret is safe with me. I dare not ruin the.... illusion." Is that even what it is? Surely others would know those shoes to be painful after even an hour. That's besides the point, though, and Nel quickly turns her attention to the meaningful topic at hand. "There is nothing wrong with a calm evening. I dare not speak for others, but as for myself, I do not mind your company. I do not find it to be domineering; should I change my thoughts, you would be the first to know." As for the talking to? That does draw a light chuckle from her. "He would never say such a thing. Were I to show up in the strangest outfit available to humankind, I am certain he would still regale me with his flattery." The funniest part is that Nel would believe every word of it to be true. "Should I require assistance in that matter, I will be sure to inform you." It's playful, followed by a chuckle that indicates she won't have any problems in which she needs to utilize that threat.

"Have you done everything you wished to this evening? I cannot say I have seen you often- but my eyes do not catch everything that happens." Not to mention, there's plenty of more secluded haunts around the monastery better suited to quieter conversations. Haunts she'd been in herself, she neglects to say. "I do not intend to spend the entirety of the night at my partner's side, nor would I expect him to either."

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princessmacedon asked: [ SWEET BUN TRIO ] “Someone out there has too many cherry buns,” Maria giggles, holding out her plate for Nel to see. Indeed, she’s missing one of her titular trio, replaced by two with cream instead. “But maybe they like cherry! Maybe it’s actually pretty lucky?” The thought bids her laugh again, and when she turns her gaze up to meet Nel’s, it’s with a smile. “What do you think? Do you want the cranberry? The two cream? Hee hee… I don’t think I can split them up anymore!”

Ah, another predicament she finds herself in. With every passing offer of a bright-eyed student's wish to share in the treats provided, Nel feels herself getting closer and closer to becoming sick-- which is quite impressive, considering the hardiness of a dragon's physical constitution. For those she knows better, declining is easier, because there is another option for pivoting. For those she is less acclimated to.... the conversation is more difficult. "Your offer is appreciated, Miss...?" She's certain she's seen this girl before, but with so many names and faces at the academy, it's incredibly difficult to keep up with them all. "If I may indulge you with a secret, however-- I do not like sweets. I know one who does, however." That smile is returned as Nel gently takes one of the buns that's offered. "I am certain he would be overjoyed. By extension, as am I; my brother's smile is always worth being happy over." To that end, Nel adjusts her arm to fish one of the roses from her bouquet, gently reaching over to tuck it into the younger student's hair. "A fine complement, I believe. I will tell him that this is a gift from you- what is your name, little one?" @princessmacedon

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contempenitent asked: [ CORN ] - A new strain of corn has been bred in Bergliez with a curious trait—it pops when exposed to heat, becoming light and fluffy! Help yourself to a bag; it’s a little bland on its own, but you get the feeling you could find something to spice it up. Something about the sight of it alights an accursed memory. Then again...perhaps it's funny. Mauvier is learning to find more things funny lately - especially the sight of popped corn. "You also prefer spicy foods, right, Lady Nel?" She's dressed to the nines, and Mauvier doesn't want to interrupt her good time, but maybe she would also find this silly recollection funny. "I think there's chili oil amongst the condiments, if you'd like to share..."

Leave it to Mauvier to find one of the rare instances of truly spicy foods located at the ball-- Nel's eyes immediately alight with interest as they flit from side to side in search of the chili oil he's mentioned. Everything here is too sweet, too sugary, meant to be an affront to the sense for a Fell Dragon like herself.... but amidst it all, there's still things worthy of note after all. "I do. I cannot taste my food if it is not sufficiently seasoned." Aha, there's the bottle he mentioned. It's nothing to take it and unceremoniously dunk a copious amount onto the bag she has... which does garner some concerned and shocked looks from nearby patrons. Not that she notices. "I would be honored to share with you. I assume you have already shown Veyle this wonderful treat?" "I went on a search for appropriate snacks for us to share earlier. Unfortunately, I came back empty handed. Your hard work has provided a much better result. Afterwards- a rose in exchange for your troubles?" @contempenitent

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loyaldeserter asked: [ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ]

"Oh, Heath. A pleasure to see you here." Unsurprising to see another of her fellow faculty here, and it's only second nature to extend a drink to him in offering. She'd somehow ended up with two when a butler passed by in a hurry, mistaking her raised hands as a bid for the champagne-- and now, Nel's burdened with the task of nursing them both. How convenient to have another take one. "I take it Hyperion could not fit inside the ballroom?" A hum of laughter follows as she sets her own drink down on the nearby table, snagging the photo-artifex that she's come to be rather familiar with. "If he is outside, would you be amenable to taking a picture all together? Rest assured, I will return the device immediately." "... Do you believe that he likes roses? You, along with him, may have one of mine." @loyaldeserter

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sanakialtina asked: "Hello, Professor Nel!" Sanaki greets cheerfully, like nothing is wrong and she hasn't been running in circles looking for the woman. "I wanted to let you know that I have made plans to transfer out of the Black Eagles house. Thank you for your instruction," she says, offering a tulip with a wry smile, "even if I'm not sure I've thrived under it." ...And the other thing. Her heel tap-tap-taps against the floor as she looks away, unsure. "Also, I really am sorry," oh, how to even say this, "but I was speaking with your brother earlier. You may want to advise Professor Laslow to run."

It's always a pleasure to see one of her students, but the absolute flurry of statements that comes has her... gawking, for lack of a better word. Brows raised high, Nel's mouth remains slightly parted as she struggles to keep pace with what Sanaki is saying. "Ah- firstly, thank you for your tulip. In exchange, a rose of my own." A very important thing, yes, but what comes after is more alarming. "Transferring from the Black Eagles? Might I ask why? It will be a shame to see someone of your talents leave-- yet I will always support future endeavors of yours. I--" Oh. Was that the reason why she mentioned transferring? Surely not. Rafal may be prickly at times, but not enough to justify something like that. Regardless, a grimace settles on her features, and there's a sudden realization that she's made a grave mistake. They hadn't spoken of this matter before the ball. Truthfully, Nel hadn't even thought of broaching the subject, instead lost in her own feelings over the matter... and in that, inadvertently betraying her brother's trust. The sigh that comes is involuntary, eyes closing for only the briefest of moments. "... Thank you for the warning, Sanaki. I will ensure that Professor Laslow remains safe and secure. And... Professor Rafal would never do anything drastic enough to harm another. I am certain of it." Well, that doesn't speak for psychological damage. Humans certainly are afraid of the piercing looks either of them can give. @sanakialtina