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#PROPHETYSE: PRIVATE & SELECTIVE FANTASY ORIGINAL CHARACTER . SABINA OFELLIA . CONTAINS MATURE & TRIGGERING CONTENT . PERSONALS / MINORS DNI . WRITTEN BY AJ , 27 , THEY/SHE , EST / GMT -5 .

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bladewarde

Sweat shines on her brow — the high sun beating down on them as they cross down an uncovered road. The Crownlands aren't the North, and the further they ride, the more unbearable Laera finds the south. The lure of work unfortunately called her from home; there's plenty of work to be had, though. Whether it be an escort from one town to the next, or a contract a little more involved, such as the very same that has her latched to Sabina's side for an undetermined length of time. They don't talk much. An occasional sentence here or here, but Laera commends her attempt at small talk.

❝ I'm not a knight, ❞ Laera corrects after a long drag of silence between them. ❝ We don't 'ave knights in the North. That's a southron custom. ❞ It isn't entirely lost on Laera that appearance draws parallels to a knight. Her gambeson is is stitched in a quilt-like pattern, long and dirtied from traveling; her sword and shield tucked carefully away amongst her saddlebags and cloak. When wholly clothed in her regalia, aye, she can see why anyone would think her a knight — until, of course, she opens her mouth. The Northern brogue seems to catch most southroners by surprise, though, they seem to care less about that once she proves herself more than capable. ❝ You said you're from an island? Do they 'ave knights? ❞

prophetyse

that's on her for making assumptions. as much as she thinks she knows about westeros, there is always something else for her to learn. and that she knows less about her companion than she realized. though by south, she;'s realizing that perhaps laera is from even further north than she believed. "my apologies then. i just thought considering .. you know." she makes a gesture to her gear and clothing. "is there something like then where you're from then?" she's genuinely curious. this continent is so different than she expected from her histories that she latches on to anything she can, especially directly from the source.

"yes, lys. very small - near dorne and the stepstones." she finds that while moist people have heard of lys, it is of course famous for its brothels, but they rarely know where it is. she hopes laera doesn't take offense to her getting ahead of the question. "ah, no. lys doesn't have knights like here." from her understanding, knights are an andal invention, beholden to the faith of the seven. she's not even sure the septs have a presence on the island. "i think it's just a westerosi tradition. we have militias that serve the magisters that run the city." a bit of a complicated system - rife with corruption. but she doubts its that different here, truly. men with swords are the same everywhere.

#bladewarde #v. asoiaf #q.#ahhh im so excited for them!!!

victoriousfidelity

"Please don't look so alarmed; I recognise your power only because it is not so dissimilar to my own."

small starter for @prophetyse

prophetyse

she is sure she looks like a deer with her wide eyes and surprised expression. "i guess it would be pointless to question how you know that, " she huffs out a tense laugh. "but i am curious if you sensed it or saw it."

#victoriousfidelity #v. tbd #hi!!! thank you for this!!!#i lovelovelove pairing sab with people who have stuff similar to her #so juicy tbh #q.

syndaerys

Garden pathways beautifully mask the nesting grounds of their dragons. Tropical flowers native to Lys coax birds and insects to the grounds; trees are lush and full in their greenery; and the path made of natural white stone lead to all directions one might wander. Before Astarion and Sabina is the intricately carved dome where the dragons of House Syndaerys rest. A set of stairs lead up into the space, stretching out and into the cavern.

The curve of the dome eclipses the sunlight from outside, carving bright light with darkened shadow. The dome is black maw into the unknown. Colourless and silent and starkly in contrast to the grounds of the keep. Where bright flowers, spiraling columns and birdsong blanket the environment, there is no sound in the dome, except the hushed whispers of an old tongue, and the shrill passing of the wind.

❝ Is there a reason you prefer to stand back there? ❞ Astarion asks, hands resting on the small of his back as the Dragonkeepers mutter and pace around him. He knows where Sabina's reluctance comes from. To be face to face with a dragon is an experience very few people have — for better or worse. ❝ If it makes you worry less… She likely already knows we're here. Her sense of smell is impeccable. ❞

♡ starter call! / @prophetyse

prophetyse

there are very few dragons left alive in lys. almost all were killed with the remaining dragonlords after valyria fell. she has not heard the detailed history behind how house syndaerys managed to escape that fate - only that they had. and proof of that face lies ahead of her. she has never been here before, never given the privilege. and she doubts that many outside of astarion's own family (and the keepers, of course) have either. despite being of valyrian heritage herself, she believes she is the first in her family line in a very long time to be granted the opportunity.

the structure is intimidating but wholly in line with the extravagance she has come to expect from the syndaerys'. she's surprised at how quiet it is. expecting the constant sounds of dragons - chitters and squawks and roars. so instead to hear nothing is almost more concerning. she wonders if the dome was built to mask those noises. it would be smart. if the dragons are difficult to hear, the less likely it becomes for a random lyseni citizen to stumble upon them. the whole experience is subverting her expectations in ways she didn't expect. leaver her feeling slightly off kilter - the not knowing is always hard for her.

she hadn't realized she had even stopped where she had until he spoke. there is a nervousness that runs through her, an intimidation she can't seem to squash. from what she understands, dragons are territorial and protective of both their space and their riders. she takes a deep breath and closes the gap between them. her fingers twitch with the urge to take his arm (touch has always been a comfort for her), but she refuses to let him think she is scared. "surprisingly, it does. the last thing i want to do is sneak up on a dragon."

#syndaerys #v. asoiaf #im greedy i want both :>#cant wait for sabina to meet her #q.

astrophager

❛ well. ❜ upon reflection, maybe i spoke too hastily. but i'm not about to back down. ❛ why not ? good place to have a smash burger, drink beer, unwind . . . if not prowess, at the very least there's appeal. ❜

prophetyse

"now there's an idea, actually." she knows she had him caught, but she'll let it go for now. "you seem to know a lot about the places, but are you any good? or do the rednecks have you beat?"

#astrophager #v. modern #omg does the uk not have cosmic bowling???#also ryland you have to take her bowling now #q.

saintsdawn

╰› @prophetyse receives a visit from the knight ( and dragon ).

wraith is beautiful. scales so pale they shimmer like snow in sunlight, and his scars are little more than deer trails. and those eyes; dark as the sky at night, but as intelligent as any man. perhaps more, even. so yes, wraith is beautiful, but he is dangerous.

“ careful, ” warns florence. “ beauty often hides danger, and i worry he’ll turn his teeth onto you. ” but there is a pause. a small smile. “ although. . . he tends to be better behaved while i’m near. have you ever touched a dragon ? ”

prophetyse

lys has no dragons, all having been slaughtered alongside their riders following the doom of valyria. and despite the island's boastful pride regarding their valyrian heritage, no one has ever tried to reintroduce them. the only lyseni to have seen a dragon would have been away from home. so, yes, this is her first time seeing a dragon outside of her own visions.

they are even more resplendent in person (though her brain had seemingly spared her from the worst of the dragon smell). she is smart enough to keep her hands to herself - clasped politely in front of her. her eyes flick to florence at the warning and she is not soothed by their smile. "this is the closest i've ever been to one before," her tone betrays how in awe she is of the beast. "do you think he would let me?"

#saintsdawn #v. asoiaf #DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGONS #q.

' does it ever get tiring, being so beautiful? ' honestly asoiaf gives me liiife. also is he talking about himself or her, hmmmm

╰› we constantly flirt every time we meet but it's never gone anywhere , @syndaerys.

"has anyone ever told you that you have quite the ego?" there was a moment where she might have believed he was a speaking about her - a small warm feeling overtaking her chest at the compliment. it only takes a moment for her rational brain to remember who was the one delivering it. doubts that he was even talking to her at all. astation delivering her a with a compliment of his own free will seems out of the question.

so, in the end the only logical explanation is that he is referring to himself. "seems like a thought you should keep to your inner mind, ñuha lēda. before people think you too vain."

#syndaerys #v. asoiaf #she hurt her own feelings btw #also finally some valyrian between them!!!!#q.

“The truth can’t be wrong, even if it is ugly.” (from visenya!)

╰› the horus heresy , @zobrizys .

"i'm not sure that is something i believe, my lady." sabina has been an observer, a witness to many awful truths. the kind that destroy lives and families and nations. they almost always start with a lie, but can rarely be corrected with the truth. she find the opinion to be naive in a way she didn't expect from visenya. but perhaps it comes from a place of arrogance, a symptom of her own ego that she should be the arbiter of information. but regardless, she believes that some truths should remain buried.

there's an anxiousness to her features that grows the more she speaks. "but what exactly would you have me do? spread this awful truth and see where the debris lands? i fear we are more likely to end with out heads smashed than ahead." she pauses and adds hastily at the end, in a remembrance of her position, "my lady."

#zobrizys #v. asoiaf #q.#idk what this is honestly lol

neongrime

Q: “I can't think of anything to do with my hands.” @prophetyse

“That’s okay, here, would this work?” Misty places a bracelet on the palm of her hand. The smooth, black beads are cool to the touch, like polished rock, satisfyingly weighted in a way that makes them feel more real than if they were plastic or the usual metal alloy of most jewelry. “Sometimes it helps to roll each bead as you think of something that grounds you. It can be a nice memory or just an important one, not everything that grounds us is happy, but necessary.” Her eyes study her face, as if she’s seeing something beyond her features, the kind of things she meddles with in her day to day, the traces they leave behind, the way one might read scorch marks after a fire.

Next to the chair, the incense smoke rises like a thin column, fading into the ceiling. Nothing like the familiar synthetic smell of burnt circuits or fuel that plague life in Night City. Organic, woodsy, soothing.

“You need to find a touchstone, something that pulls you back into your body. There’s too much interference spiraling around you, it’s easy to get lost in all that.”

prophetyse

misty's esoterica feels like stepping into another world. dark, quiet, slower. such a contrast to the rest of watson and night city with its constant movement and deafening sounds. she wishes she could bottle the feeling she gets wen she's here. wishes she could visit more, especially as some of her abilities side effects seem to be ... progressing. it is one of the only places she feels calm nowadays. doesn't know if she believes in everything that misty does, but she can't the deny the effect she feels afterwards.

she easily accepts the bracelet from misty, fingers making quick work of fiddling with the beads. she is missing her rings right now - her usual outlet for her anxiety. she tries to do as she says, closing her eyes and breathing as calmly as she can. but it's difficult. memories have always been a weird spot her. what's hers and what's created by what she sees. she tries for a few more seconds, brow furrowing. "i'm not sure that i can do that." there's a smallness to her voice - so foreign when compared to her persona of being an independent netrunner. misty seems to have that effect on her, bring out softness she tries to hide. "everything always feels like so much. all the time."

#neongrime #v. cyberpunk #q.#god i love misty

you can't cry here. everyone watches everyone. / from merrill!

╰› eat the ones you love , @studiodrafts .

there are few places that she can imagine that make her long for the simplicity of the blight. a horrible, wretched time but her goals were simple - help stop the world from ending and try to stay alive while doing it. although, she's sure that during that year, she was saying the same thing about longing for tevinter. but that was then and this is now.

she was sure she had found a quiet spot - a rarity in lowtown. her back pressed against one of the beige stone walls and hidden enough that she's sure almost no one can see her. allows herself a moment to wallow in her own anxiety and sadness. she's not sure when merrill managed to sneak up on her and jumps when the woman speaks. her watery eyes look up to her and just stare, brain flicking through reactions. she has to stop herself from being snippy, knowing that merrill doesn't deserve to recieve the brunt of her complicated emotions. the other woman has been nothing but kind to her the times they've spoken. "it's not polite to sneak up on people."

#studiodrafts #v. dragon age 2 #i hope this is okay!! i assumed they kinda knew of each other but if you want to change that pls lmk #but sabina just having a small breakdown lol #q.

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