flame borne.

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some women are lost in the fire. some women are BUILT BY IT.

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     ( Okay, bio is a major work in progress, but hello, some notes about Zavia. She’s 6′2 and strong as hell. Favors guns or her bare fists, and is not at all afraid of pain. If anything, she enjoys it, knowing her opponent is strong enough to actually hit her. She’s been in the Turks for quite a long time, and she’s seen some shit. She remembers when Veld was still around. Vividly. )

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some women are lost in the fire. some women are BUILT BY IT.

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     I lived, bitch.

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izduber.

Even so brief of a meeting, she was exactly like Somnus in her own way, even if she resembled her mother more. Maybe even bearing shades of her uncle, a thing he wouldn’t dare utter aloud. “Would you believe that such duties extend to His Majesty’s daughter? Come, I’ve time yet, Highness.”

    She must admit, he was far kinder than the others among her father’s retainers she had met, and she found herself smiling almost bittersweet as she began to follow Gilgamesh through the gardens. Zahide had so few memories she held fondly, but she knew that this chance encounter would be one for some years yet. ❝Truly, thank you. So often I am kept behind closed doors, and so seldom have any new company.❞

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bodulfr.

”That very fact is the reason I have all in the world to disbelieve you,” Ravus said without filter, even little animosity is present towards her. “Something we shall both regret later.”

     ❝Well, you’re certainly suspicious...❞ Though, she supposed she couldn’t blame him. Zahide examines the nails of one hand as she begins to wander, aimless, around the space she’d found him in. Barren, as most rooms in the Empire tended to be. ❝Though, truly, I hold no ill will to you. You simply intrigue me.❞

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bodulfr.

”You speak of the Infernian, most likely. I hardly find the notion comforting in the least.” His guard was held, the man still tensed. “And whose are you acting on now, in speaking?”

     ❝And that’s where you would be wrong, for it’s the Glacian who still holds you in some high regard.❞ Smiling, mischief still in her gaze, she replies, ❝And no one’s but my own.❞

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bodulfr.

“…A messenger. Have you come to smite me, pray tell? I can’t imagine your gods wanting otherwise.”

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     ❝Oh, but you may be surprised, soldier boy. Some gods are still in your corner. Well... One in particular.❞ A pause as she steps closer, ❝But I don't act only for their demands.❞

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izduber.

“Had I not the sight I do, like my lord father before me, I would have mistaken you for your father, child. Ah, as his Shield even– Zahide, I am Gilgamesh, and I am his Shield. You must pardon me for us not having been introduced before.”

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    A small laugh, slightly embarrassed, is hidden by a hand as the young princess turns to regard the tall man. She bends into a curtsy before replying to him, ❝There is nothing to forgive, Lord Gilgamesh. I’m sure you have far more important and pressing matters at hand than escorting a young woman through the gardens.❞

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Meryem Uzerli for InStyle (2015)

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lumenheart.

yes!! my queen was waiting for her pyretner in crime!!!

i see what u did there

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shyielding.

covers her eyes

     ❝Father, what in the name of the Astrals is going on?❞

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     walks in....

     walks back out.

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he's seated upon a divan whilst zahide takes to carpeted flooring. though he never preferred to inter within the harem, the women's private quarters, it seemed he'd be allowed this time. pleating strands of golden red, izunia hums to himself whilst braiding his daughter's hair. ' your hair has grown since we saw each other last, yakiri. '

     A warm smile has found home upon her lips, and the young woman raises a brow as she feels her father’s fingers card through her locks. His words bring a laugh from her chest, but she refrains from turning to meet his gaze. It truly had been some time since last they’d met. ❝I do believe that is what happens when a father does not see his daughter for a year, hm?❞ she teases.

      Her smile then falls, and proud shoulders begin to slump. Something had been plaguing her mind for far too long, and, now that Father had returned, even if only for a few days, she had an opportunity to bring it to his attention. ❝But I fear... Uncle may be planning to marry me off. There have been whispers as of late, and, well. I am the most eligible young lady in Solheim.❞ It’s said bitterly, as if quoting someone, and fingers begin to worry together in her lap. If there was one thing she feared most, it was losing what little freedom she had.

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ofimmortal.

     NOW it wasn’t every day where he noticed others around. He WORKED within the crown guard as one of Regis’ closes. But even so, the male simply walked and stared down at his phone. Now he, ever the ages was able to adapt to everything around him, even with the people around him, but even so, the second he started to hear the footsteps, and part of him got a little hotter — LIKE HE KNEW-- someone was close to him. Slowly the male turns his gaze, bright blue eyes turn to look at the woman next to him. Keeping himself CALM and steady he stopped walking for a moment and placed his phone and hands in his pocket.

            “ You may. What can I help you with?”  he said softly only to keep his eyes on her. 

     ❝You will have to forgive me, but... I believe we may have met before?❞ she begins, attempting to keep him here longer, if only for a few extra moments. To try and see who exactly he was. Though, judging by the distinct scent of blood and blades she could sense once nearer, she had a very strong feeling she already knew. Or, some part of her, where her master resided, did. She stops when he does, folding her hands behind her back and smiling; appearing as nonthreatening as she could.

     ❝That is to say, you may have met someone who... I know quite well. If there is somewhere we could speak more intimately?❞