The Red Devil

Talia / Talan Redwing; Half-Elezen Cryptid Final Fantasy XIV, Crystal DC ↠ IC Prompts | Aesthetics Follows from dischordant-skies

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Talia - Literature Edition - Bold what applies to your character!

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs / ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғɪxᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

Tagged by: @avampyone (Thank you so much for the tag!)

Tagging: Everyone I would have tagged was tagged already, so please tag me so I can come see it!

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"You taught me how to hate the world itself, well lucky me. But am I free? Now am I free?"

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[petricorah]

I love "i would kill for you" ship dynamics but what about "i would stop killing" ship dynamic??

I would lay down my sword for you. I would change my nature and go against everything i've known. I would resist the easy way out of solving my problems. I would give up the adrenaline of battle to stay by your side and make tea instead. I'm not sure I know who I am without a weapon in my hand because I've had to fight for so long but for you I'm willing to try and figure this out.

It must be hard. To put down your weapon that's protected you for so long. It's allowed you to stay alive it's kept you from getting hurt--physically and mentally. Because you've never had to worry about a real relationship if you think you'll be dead at the next battle. And you feel naked without it and it feels like you're ripping off an extension of yourself. Are you even whole without it? Are you worthy of being loved if you can't prove it by risking your life? And yet they've found someone who's asking them for something much harder than dying in battle on their behalf. They've found someone who wants them to live. And that's much more terrifying.

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without taking new screenshots, post photos of your OCs as...

Romanceable NPC

Questgiver NPC

Final Boss

[thehopefulquotes]

“Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is someone who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second.”

— Unknown

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Quiz: Villain Type

No Moral Compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

This is painfully accurate for Talia/Talan, and who they are as a person. They wouldn't become a villain except out of necessity, to actively help those they care for.

Quiz Here

Tagged by: @houserosaire (thank you so much for the tag!)

Tagging: @roses-and-grimoires, @liminal-storage, @avampyone, @hiraethwyl, @latikaa-renaz (since tagging is now strange!)

[nnamierart]

bust for @/thedarknesssings! ♡

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T. Redwing

—𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

Name: Talia / Talan Redwing Nicknames: Devil Age: ??? Appears late-twenties. Nameday: 26th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon Race: Ishgardian Half-Elezen (Fae) Gender: Genderqueer Orientation: Pansexual Profession: Magitek Engineer, Sniper, Marksman & Security Lead with Priarch Enterprises

—𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔

Hair: Fire red, mid back. Eyes: Right eye violet, left eye green. / Right eye green, left eye violet. Skin: Porcelain pale / warmly bronzed with greyish undertones. Tattoos/scars: They are devoid of scarring, though she possesses several tattoos in celestial themed patterns. These never seem to stay quite the same, with the starry constellations shifting and moving from time to time.

—𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

Parents: Jeulerant Sergenaux (Father), Meallaire Sergenaux (Step-Mother), Tiamara Shadoweaver (Birth Mother; deceased) Siblings: Darien Sergenaux (Fraternal Twin), several other half-siblings or siblings through adoption. Grandparents: Maternal: Lady Blanchefleur Sanguemont & Ser Oliver Redwing (both deceased). Great-Great Grandfather: Arafel de Courcelle. Paternal: ??? In-laws and Other: Plenty of extended family thanks to connections to House Courcelle and House Sanguemont. Spouses: Caedrian Sombrenuit (as Talia), Idristan Agache (as Talan). Children: Tisiphon Sombrenuit (son), Alecto Sombrenuit (son) & Megaera Sombrenuit (daughter). Pets: 'Bitsy', a magitek bit hand crafted when she was a child. 'Posie', a living mossball created by Kuni Muinvel who has very sharp teeth.

—𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

Abilities: Talia is exceptionally skilled with guns at all ranges, though they excel best with a marksman or sniper rifle and has made her living for a long time with those skills. She is a passable combatant with a fencing rapier, and knows quite a bit of magic from the extensive and often brutal training she had to undergo during her early life. She has all of the abilities of a celestial fae of the Court of Midnight, primarily specializing in illusion magic.

—𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔

Most Positive Trait: Fiercely loyal and as trustworthy as anyone could imagine a faerie to be. Most Negative Trait: Exceptional self-depreciation and low self-esteem.

—𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

Colors: Red, Black, Silver, Green, Violet Smells: Amber, leather, metal, roses, ozone Textures: Leather, polished metal, gunpowder, feathers Drinks: Scotch, Coffee, Ishgardian tea

—𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

Smokes: Frequently; usually some type of blended cigarette flavored with clove. Drinks: Less excessively than she used to, but still more than should be healthy. Drugs: Frequently; mostly either the edible or smokable kind. Sometimes somnus, often more rare drugs made by friends. Mount Issuance: Aline, a light grey war chocobo that was bred from the Rosaire stables, purchased a few short years ago from Silvaineaux. Don't mind the slight fae influence there. Otherwise; Reaper, a magitek reaper broken down and repurposed into a motorcycle capable of flight and outfitted with an intelligence core to give it semi autonomy. Been Arrested: More than once, but usually for drunken or disorderly conduct after some barfight or another.

Tagged by: @houserosaire Thank you so very much friend! Tagging: Everyone I would have tagged has been tagged already. But just for some peer pressure: @blisteringstar, @roses-and-grimoires, @liminal-storage, @thedarknesssings. Tag me if you do this so I can see it!

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Prompt 24: One in the Chamber

Characters: Talia, Caedh (@thedarknesssings), Idristan (@roses-and-grimoires), Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual content, consensual violence, gender fuckery via magic, guns, blood, knives, bondage, M/F/M Notes: Continuation of Gunshot and Weal. This was meant to be done back during XIV Write, but things happened. It's late, but here's the finale.

The gun in her hand is steady, the hand planted on the chest below her less so. Her legs tremble where she holds herself up on her knees above the bound man she straddles, and she lifts that gun to press it into the temple of the man holding that pitch black knife. She waits until he relinquishes its hold, and lifts it to stained lips to ease her tongue flat along it.

She finally pushes herself to stand, freeing the whimpers from the bound man back to the air. There is a smile on her lips as she moves around the pair of them. There is one bullet left in the chamber, and she wants to see them earn it. All that had been so far wasn’t enough to sate the thrum of desire that still burned her nerves.

The fall of her heels is a soft click as she stops behind the Night, and he shivers when the barrel of her gun trails across his shoulders like an unspoken promise, the sound of the hammer clicking back. A moment later the press of a boot follows, heel on his spine as she eases him forward again how she wants him.

It pushes him away from the barrel of the gun, and he’s forced forward, until he’s on his hands and knees above the bound man. He leans to kiss him. To taste the remnants of the both of them on parted and still sticky lips.

It’s fierce, and deep, and he swallows the taste of blood and the sharp taste of her down like a wine, seeking every lingering drop of the heady cocktail mixture in their lover’s mouth. It’s so heady he feels drunk on them, intoxicated on sanguine and sin. But the transgressions she lay against him weren’t yet done, and his body practically thrums as it waits for what it knows is coming.

He knows she’s knelt behind him from the press of the gun to the base of his skull once more, from the cool slick of oil that glides over his skin and then the press of a bulbous head at the ring of muscle that keeps him closed. The barrel of the gun drags across his back, over blood that is smeared.

Something burns under his skin, a cold so fierce it robs him of breath when she buries the whole of herself inside him. She’s vicious, but he expects her to be nothing else, and she never disappoints.

Only one thing ends him up on his knees, with his body so violated, and it is always inevitably her. It’s the press of the barrel of a gun against the back of his head, it’s the sound of a hammer drawn back as a hand grips his shoulder. It’s the wordless moaning as she takes of him. And she does take.

Demanding and degrading. No one owns him, no one takes him, except for her. The press of the gun moves from the back of his head, trailing once more down his back. The pace of her is punishing, and nails scratch down his back as her hand looses from his shoulder, until he has to break the kiss that had muffled the steadily rising sound of mingled masculine cries. The moans they swallowed were each others, as she takes him, and in turn, he takes their bound captive.

The whole of the pace is hers to control, to speed or slow, to grind and stretch and flex and leave them both crying out. But the one thing she is not is gentle. The hand without the gun soothes back up his skin, slithers up his spine and into the feather soft black of his hair to jerk his head back. Nails rake his scalp and he tenses as he feels the barrel trail back now that she’s arched him where she wants him.

Bang! The last bullet in the chamber fires, smoke fills his nostrils, followed moments later by the trail of blood that has skipped up his back with the curving path of the bullet. His eyes widen until the space within them has become pinprick points, narrowed down to practically nothing.

When she lets his head go again, it’s to shove his face back down, to lean forward over the curve of his spine and follow the trail of the bullets path with her tongue, burrowing the tip greedily into that open furrow in his skin. She drinks of him, of his pain and his blood and his lust, of the cries of the pale haired man beneath them both, and with a sound of triumph and ecstasy from lips painted black with the life of him, she buries herself deep and spills her passion into him, as his own fills the man beneath them.

Taken. Used. He lays beneath her, lips sealed back against the mouth of the man he lay straddled and still filling. His eyes have gone dark in the haze of satisfaction, and bliss rides high beneath everything else when the gun clatters to the ground, finally empty.

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5 Character Associations: T. Redwing

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Rage

Lust

Loyalty

Protective

Reckless

COLORS

Black

Red

Silver

Green

Violet

SCENTS

Metal polish

Gunpowder

Leather

Scotch

Amber

OBJECTS

Ring on a necklace

Black handgun

Silver cigarette case

A tomephone

Red round sunglasses

BODY LANGUAGE

Folded arms

Cocked head

Smirking mouth

Raised brow

Clenched jaw

AESTHETICS

Thigh high boots

Sharp teeth past painted red lips

A sleek black motorcycle

Cigarettes in a full ashtray

Rain on a window

SONGS

Can You Feel My Heart (Cover)-Ai Mori & Halocene

The In-Between-In This Moment

Fearless-Kat Leon

Bad Luck-Aviators

Desire-Meg Myers

Tagged by: @houserosaire

Tagging: Open tag! If you see it and want to do it (I plan to do it for several alts) feel free!

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Talan Redwing

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What sky are you?

sunset

you are wistful goodbyes and unspoken promises. you are warmth and comfort for others. but sometimes you give so much of yourself that it leaves you cold inside. it's bittersweet, offering other people the care and affection you crave for yourself as well, but you wouldn't do any less if it means the people you love are content. you're very grounded, but you long for things you can't quite name - perhaps a time when your heart was full and your spirit free.

Quiz Here

Tagged by: @houserosaire (Thank you!)

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When do they fake a smile? How often? How do they put out a candle?

Fake smiles come more easily than one would expect. When things are tense, when someone expects them to be chipper even though they're not. When they're trying to hide their defensiveness over a topic even though they shouldn't be. When something reminds them too much of another situation and they have no other response to offer. They try not to smile that way often, but sometimes its easier than talking to explain why they can't give a normal smile. Extinguishing a candle's usually quick. Lean down and give a huff of breath and out it goes. If it's something else, or they need to do it more quickly or silently, without any smoke, they'll wet their fingertips and give a quick twist to snuff the flame and dampen the wick.

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-- Day 9, History

Mismatched eyes narrowed as Talia stared up at the place where a building had once stood, towering over the edge of the railing of the Mists. For the last several years, it had been one part of what she considered home. A place with friends, and family. It had been trials and tribulations and success and failure and first meetings and final farewells. A place where love had started, a place where love had ended. And it had been taken. The memories were still there, more sturdy than the stone foundations that the building had been razed to. Each brick was more stable in her mind than the memories of her childhood. More real. A hand lifted and fingers turned, as she tried to visualize what would be there in its place, later. The same, but different. Similar, but not identical. Safer. More secure. Something ignited in her blood. Angry. Priarch would never burn again. And whoever burned it the first time? They would learn. Despite her new longevity, Talia did her best to learn from history. She stood and turned, long strides carrying her up the beach, away from the vantage point that let her stare up at the rubble. There were plans to make before the reconstruction began.

[reddevil-xiv]

-- Day 8, Market

Sometimes, it was easier to just send someone else to fetch something from her in the markets. Rarely did she walk around as anyone other than the Redwing, a woman sometimes seen in the Brume or in the lower districts, or worse, in the Manufactory. But it was getting harder and harder to hide who she was in the city streets, especially when she was sometimes seen on the arm of one of her beaus. And now? She was trying to arrange a Starlight gift for one of her spouses. "I placed this order a week ago." She stressed as one hand raised, gesturing. Not far behind her, two women tittered about the half-elezen being so upset. These were old insults, and she forced herself to take a calming breath. "Please, madame, this is a gift for my husband. Heir to House Sombrenuit." The tittering stopped on a gasp and the woman behind the counter paled ever so slightly. "Will you have the piece done, or will I take my custom elsewhere?" Sometimes, it was easier to pretend she cared about things like her husband's position, or heirs and lineage. But only sometimes.

[reddevil-xiv]

-- Day 7, Learning

It was easy to listen as Inwa pointed out the spots on the board that needed to be changed. The argument had come over a specific name. "It's too many consonants, it's not a real word!" "I promise it's a real word, it isn't my fault Faerie doesn't translate out the same!" "They can be That Guy and That Other Guy." "But I gave you their names." "Yes, but one isn't a real word!" The argument had gone on until both of them were laughing, and the spelling no longer mattered. And sometimes, learning to laugh at something as silly as a name with no consonants was the most important lesson she could take away from her time in Inwa's research room; it was far less cursed than some of her others.

With mention of the @blisteringstar's Inwa Raen