DEVOTEE.

—I DO NOT FEAR DEATH. TOA-Affiliated Safy RP Blog. Student of the Golden Deer House.

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amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?what do these words mean to them ?

botanical hc's

hell yeah two cakes!

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?

i think that it would have to be her homeland, tahra. she’s proud of how fiercely her city has fought against the empire, and how strongly it persists even in the face of hopelessness. and of course, she’s proud of linoan for stoking the people’s hope. she’s a very patriotic lady! we can see that through her constant action and devotion. a lot of what she’s doing is for tahra’s liberation and rebuilding. in fact, it’s her mission to tahra is what brings her to us in the first place. so yeah! she’s got that Tahra Pride

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?what do these words mean to them ?

she would never admit to it, honestly, but a part of her does believe that she’s doing the right thing. ‘right’, in this case, being the course of action that will bring peace to thracia, and help those who have been ceaselessly oppressed. 

safy’s ending has her devoting the rest of her life to aiding the sick and poor. so i think that’s what virtue and morality mean to her; to be virtuous and moral is to uplift those who have been disenfranchised. and i think that’s the essence of what she and the rest of the liberation army are doing in-game.

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southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?

botanical hc's

i think it honestly depends who she’s with. people like linoan and tina, who she’s resigned herself with the duty of protecting, are likely to encounter a more serious safy. she’s also more likely to hold herself seriously in front of nobles/ people of a higher tier in the hierarchy (this includes knights, professors, even the house leaders.)

but i think with friends she’s much more light-hearted. think the youths of leif’s army like tanya, osian, ronan; these people, i feel, she’d be much less uptight with. hell, throw lifis into the mix, too. people who are in a more or less equal footing with her will enjoy a casual safy.

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snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

botanical hc's

before i get into this: let’s define the term ‘mercy’ very quickly:

mercy: compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm.

under this definition, i would say that yes; safy is merciful! i think we can see this most in a conversation between her and leif, after you recruit lifis

Lifis: We both know what'll happen! You handin' me over to them is as good as killin' me yourself! Safy, c'mon, we had a deal—I said I'd go to Tahra with you! Safy: ...Lord Leif, Lifis is not an evil man. He's committed many foul acts as a pirate, yes, but he seemed genuinely repentant when we spoke earlier. Give him a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the gods. Leif: ...All right. If Safy believes in you, I can give you a chance for the time being.

she is in the position to punish— or rather, let the villagers of iz punish— lifis, but she chooses not to. because she believes in forgiveness. because she believes that he genuinely wants to make it up to them. of course, thracia spoils this by having lifis do his Bastard thing and Bastardly Hatch a Plot once safy and leif leave, but hey! lifis does become a better man, for what it’s worth.

in any case, safy believes in second chances. she believes that people can change, and offers them forgiveness if they show signs of doing so. 

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lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

We talked about this a lil before but :softsmile:

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hi erica!!!! yeah we Have spoken about safy's childhood a little, specifically in relation with tina. but thanks for giving me the chance to elaborate here!

i think safy’s your typical case of “maturing too quickly” though, rather than this being borne out of some tragedy, it’s a result of her duty and devotion. given how overprotective she is of tina, we can assume that she was very involved in raising her and taking care of her while she grew up— and seeing as she’s not that much older than her, we can assume that she was pretty young as she did this. here’s a screenshot of a dm i sent erica (thanks for letting me post it btw kiss kiss mwah) that better explains what i think

so there! by proxy, she would have to mature quickly so she could do her part in raising tina.

there’s also the fact that she’s been linoan’s servant for a long time. i can’t say exactly how long, but long enough that she’s a witness leif’s time in tahra. i’d say she was pretty young, then! but anyways, similarly to tina, i feel like she’d have to mature quickly in order to give linoan the emotional support that she does. then the subsequent treatment of linoan and tahra would only force her to grow up even more.

all this leads to her becoming very responsible and adult at her age. because of how others need her, and because of how she wishes to support others, she grew up very quickly. it’s made her a very strong-willed, dependable person, but i think it’s also made her hesitate to indulge herself in things. i don’t think she minds, though; her religious upbringing has no doubt made her selfless and self-sacrifcing. and i think she naturally has this caring instinct.

anyways, yeah! she spent most of her childhood protecting that of others (or at the very least, trying to) which is why she is the way she is now. that’s basically it.

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

self-indulgent memes

          THERE ARE CORNERS OF GARREG MACH that are darker than others; hidden nooks where the shadows run deeper and the silence stands thick. It is to be expected in a place as large as this— the bigger the space, the broader the umbrage— but one cannot help but feel unnerved by it regardless. Unfortunately for her, it's near one such corner that Safy finds herself lost one evening. The Tahran traverses through the dimness with as much care as she can afford, but finds herself startled by a sudden hand on her shoulder before she can go too far.

          She stands still. Maintains her composure as she turns to face the figure in the shadows, and speaks as plainly as she can.

          "...Can I help you?"

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❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

But reverse! Get your sister out of trouble again!

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           WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would think to capture and bind an innocent young girl?! Safy almost can't believe it. But it's a difficult idea to dispute, especially when proof of it stood clearly in front of her. She can do no more than cut through the ropes that once tied Tina's hands together, and gently soothe the chafed skin of her wrist.

          "Tina…" she murmurs, her voice torn between worry and anguish, "How could this happen?"

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you can’t be seir(i)os

faith starter for @ulirblood​

        SAFY IS NOT UNFAMILIAR WITH THE nefarious things people do to survive. The often harsh times people fell upon in her homeland of Thracia bred a hunger; a desperation to live. Thievery and banditry were as common as weeds amongst grass. So when she and a professor are ordered to investigate a charlatan, posing as the Church of Seiros' founder, she cannot help but think of that hunger. Sympathy seeps its way into her ever-bleeding heart. 

       "Professor Edain," she says quietly as they approach the market square— the space that had become this trickster's cathedral, "Must we really apprehend the woman? Perhaps I'm not in the place to suggest this, but… can't we try talking her out of it?"

       The Blue Lions professor seemed reasonable. In addition to being a fellow woman of cloth, there was this gentle, motherly air about her. Something told Safy that she would prefer a more merciful end to this as well. Perhaps their intentions would align.

       ( Strangely, she also puts her in the mind of Lady Eyvel— she thinks it's the hair, though she can't be certain. )

       They near the center of the plaza, whereupon "Seiros" preaches. She stands atop a makeshift stage, her gaze sharp as it sweeps across the crowd. She truly is as radiant as the rumors say— with her long blonde hair and her pristine looks, it's easy to see why people mistake her for a saint. The way the sunlight falls onto her certainly adds to the divine image.

       Her pure-white cape swishes behind her as she raises her arms to the sky. The people look up to her with widened eyes, some of their hands clasped in prayer. Safy makes her way into the sea of people, then turns and looks to Edain.

       "Well, professor?" she asks, her fingers toying with the edges of her uniform sleeves, "I know I asked you about convincing her but... Whatever it is you wish to do now, I'll follow."

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stealstaff​:

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Tina?

continued with @repairise

Tina’s hands fly to cover her mouth when she realizes exactly what she said and who she said it too.  Ah heck.  It was one thing that she ditched the elegant and educated way of speaking both her sister and Linoan used, much preferring the laid back and casual diction she picked up in the months she spent amongst thieves.  

“Aw c’mon, Safy!” the younger sister whines, “if ya gotta give somebody a scoldin’ why don’t ya go find that big bully Pern!  He taught me it!”

And just like that an idea pops into her head and her lips curl into a devilish little smirk.  “He’s here, ya know.”  Tina waves a hand casually, gold bangles clinking together as she does.  “You could go give him an earful right now.”

She imagines Safy grabbing the Dandelion by the ear and dragging him off the way the older sisters in their convent would do to her when they would catch her trying to sneak out.  It’s a comforting thought but maybe she should do something to really seal the deal.

“Hey Safy, now that you’re hear can I ask ya somethin’?”  She holds up her hand with just her middle finger raised.  “What’s this mean?”

         IT PETRIFIES HER, THE HUMILIATION that Tina's smarminess brings. Safy finds herself simply standing there in silence, her hand still rested atop her chest. She can feel the beat of her heart quicken the more her sister speaks.

        "Of course you'd pick that up from there…" Safy sighs. The Dandelion Gang weren't evil, but they were certainly far from a good influence. She'd noticed how much more abrasive Tina had gotten after spending time with them. She should have grown used to it by now, but it will likely never stop being unusual to her, this sort of behavior from her sibling.

        How darling and innocent Tina was, back then! So young and ignorant to the more wicked ways of this world. Yes, she always had that sort of chaotic spunk, but to see her throw vulgarities around so flagrantly… it's startling, almost, how different it feels from her usual antics.

        "So it was Mr. Perne's doing?" Safy frowns, her arms crossing, "Did he not teach you the gravity of such language?"

        She's not surprised. The Dandelion leader was terribly irresponsible with children. She would have to have a word with him, soon. For now, she will simply teach Tina the lesson that he couldn't.

        "Tina…" she starts carefully, though her voice stands firm, "when you say that word, people might not always take to it well. Perhaps in private, it would be easier for me to bear. But we're in a crowded space! I—"

        Her words are interrupted by another scandalized gasp.

        "TINA!" Safy exclaims, quickly pushing her middle finger down. Gods, she prays no one has seen it. She takes Tina's hand and encloses both her palms around it. Then, she pulls her closer towards her, bending down to frantically whisper in her ear. "Please— let's take this elsewhere."

[repairise]

It's been an interesting experience at Garreg Mach. There were various orderly and strict institutions in place to help keep the students in check, but even then, the relative freedoms afforded to her were both liberating and daunting; for as long as her memory stretches back, the young duchess can scarcely remember a time where she wasn't shadowed by someone.

The Grannvalian administrator who kept her imprisoned. And in the year after that, Deen or Eda, sent by Arion for her protection. But before the Empire turned the world upside down, before her father died, before House Friege claimed Thracia as their own—there was Safy. Always Safy. Before the Holy War and long after, remaining steadfast at her side.

And though she would admit it to no other, she missed the cleric's comforting presence. Their connection was one of lady and attendant—bound by duty. But it was Safy who supported Linoan at her lowest. Who offered counsel and encouragement on her darkest days, who wiped her tears when Lord Leif and the others were forced out of Tahra. When the peaceful world as she had known it ended in a rain of thunder and steel.

And so, seeing Safy's gentle smile once more warms the heart. Her chest tightens, a pricking sensation at the corner of her eyes; as much as Linoan wishes to run and hug the other woman, she keeps her demeanor reserved and refined. She mustn't engage in such a severe breach of boundaries.

"Safy!" She approaches the cleric, gently taking the woman's hands into her own. "It's such a delight to see you here, my friend. Though I suppose it should only be expected—wherever Tina goes, you're never too far behind."

            SHE LETS LINOAN'S HANDS LINGER for longer than she ought to.

            But she allows herself this moment, if only just this once. Months spent without her lady had been more taxing on her mind than she cared to admit— there had been this gap that prayer couldn't fill, a worry that words couldn't sate. Gods forgive her wavering faith! She had let yearning and attachment soften her resolve. She promised to continue working towards Tahra's growth and yet here she stood now, seas away from her city. The gall of it! Still, seeing the joy brim in Linoan's eyes, Safy finds herself indulging in her feelings. Still, she finds herself allowing Linoan's hands to stay with hers. Still, she finds relief and joy overcoming the prick of shame.

            Perhaps, she thinks, it's not so selfish if her presence made others happy too. Perhaps she could concede to that thought...

            She smiles. Then she releases herself from her lady's grasp. She takes a step back to examine her features— features which she hadn't seen for so long. Linoan seems… younger than before. Safy can almost believe she and Tina were of the same age. There was a lightness to her posture and a brightness in her smile. It was as though a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

            Safy lets out a sigh, relieved. She had no doubt that the young duchess could thrive on her own, but fear festered within her anyways. What a comfort to see them sated herself! Fortunate that she took this break, then.

            At Linoan's remarks, a blush forms on her cheeks. So flustered is she at the mention of her sister that she lets the term 'friend' slip loose without protest.

            "Ahaha, yes…" Safy says, an embarrassed curl upon her lip, "I suppose it's only natural for me to worry after her. She's grown but doesn't have much to show for it."

            She clasps her hands together, tight as though in prayer.

            "But enough about me, Lady Linoan. I want to know more about how you've been doing. I'd imagine the pace here is much nicer, yes?"

[hakanohis]

Staffbot sisters

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Tina has been enjoying her time here in Fódlan away from the watchful and overprotective eye of her big sis. Sure she misses Safy but there's something freeing about not having to worry about being scolded by her specifically.

Of course that hasn't stopped the professors and church officials from telling her off. She rolls her eyes at the thought.

And then a familiar head of green hair approaches with an even more familiar face and Tina freezes in her tracks.

"SAFY!? The fuck are you doin' here!" She's too shocked to realize the words coming out of her mouth.

             PERHAPS THIS IS A MORE PERSONAL PURSUIT than it is anything else. Certainly, that's what Safy thinks as she walks through the academy's halls, her eyes searching for a head of green curls. She knows she promised Tina she'd let her go— that she had her blessings to leave out to the great unknown but, well…

            Heavens forgive her for breaking an oath! Her worry exceeds her trust. She can still recall the fear staining her innocent features when the Liberation Army passed through Dakia— of course, she learned that her ordeal was not quite as bad as she made it out to be, but still! That she allowed a man to bully her relentlessly and work her like a mule… she can't help the guilt working its way through her heart. 

            She’s missed the little girl’s fiery presence, besides. For as often as she scolds Tina for her brashness, Safy finds herself still yearning for her mischief when she’s gone.

            And so, she searches. She just wants to know that Tina's okay, is all. She follows students like a shadow, her gaze sweeping the crowd like a broom against the floor. But her efforts are soon nulled— for Tina finds her before she can find Tina.

            "Tina!" Safy shares her wide-eyed gaze, though her surprise is paired with a relieved smile, "I'm so happy to finally—"

            Her smile breaks as soon as she hears her sister's exclamation. Now, she's not so strict that she would sanction swear words— at least, she thinks she isn't— but to say such things so loudly, in the presence of others? All because she saw her? A hand goes to her chest, and Safy lets out a gasp. 

            "Hey!" she frowns, "You're old enough to be mindful of your words. Are you really so surprised by my presence that you'd use such… harsh language?"

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[repairise]

“interview”

if you can call it that...

      It's nice enough to be needed.

     The thought enters Safy's mind as she directs the light of her Heal spell towards the student's wounds, her staff aglow with that familiar warmth of faith. The student lets out a relieved sigh, and sinks deeper into the cot provided to them. Unconscious they may be, the serenity of comfort is clear across her face. Safy returns her staff to her satchel and allows herself a small smile.

     "Many thanks for your help, sister!"

     A fellow cleric says brightly, setting a bowl of water on the bedside table. She soaks a cloth in the liquid and wrings out the excess. Then, she hands it over to Safy, who starts cleaning the dried blood and pus covering the student's face. The Tahran laughs softly as she works, a bit sheepish.

     "It's nothing." she replies, her hands instinctive with the back and forth motion of the rag, "I was already on my way to the monastery to enroll in the Officer's Academy, anyways. Escorting this student back is no trouble at all."

     The cleric takes the dirtied cloth from Safy's hands and dampens it once more. The water turns a deep crimson, like the color of a sweet mulled wine.

     "You did more than escort them, dear sister!" the laywoman exclaims, returning the moist towel to Safy's extended hand, "You practically saved their life! Had you not administered the proper first aid, I doubt they would have made it back here alive."

     Safy's face turns red, and she finds herself looking down onto the student's sleeping face; if only to avoid engaging the cleric's eager gaze. She's not unused to praise— Lady Linoan and all the other Tahrans spoke ever so highly of her. But she never did feel it was warranted or deserved. The whole reason why she wished to go to the monastery in the first place was to further hone her spellcraft (and to reunite with her lady Linoan and Tina but… she would never admit to that).

     This was all par for the course, she thinks— an expected outcome considering who she is and what she desires. Seeing others heal because of her is consolation enough. The incessant gratitude… it flusters her, sometimes.

     She continues working in silence, removing the last of the bloodstains with firm yet gentle strokes. Then she passes it back to the cleric with an exhaled sigh, who steeps it in the water once more. Safy carefully undoes the uppermost buttons of their shirt, widening the opening of their reddened blouse enough to expose the injured part of their chest. Though her magic had closed the wound aptly, she thinks it would heal better if she takes a precaution. She can afford to, now that she works in a well-supplied infirmary.

     "You shower me with praise," Safy's head is still lowered to a bow, "I only did what I felt I should. Now, please hand me a roll of bandages."

     The cleric obliges, placing a ball of silk wrappings in her hand. Safy stares at it for a moment, impressed by Garreg Mach's amenities, before unraveling it to its full length.

     "You're too humble, sister." The cleric says, waving a dirtied hand, "And hardworking, besides! You arrived with them in the afternoon and have stayed here until now." she lets out a laugh, "Night is quickly setting in. It seems the sun would sooner take to rest than you!"

     Safy is too focused to return the laugh. Instead she continues leaning over the student's body, measuring the bandage until she is satisfied with the length. She takes the washcloth once more and scrunches out the surplus water, then cleans the flesh surrounding the closed wound. The student shudders from the sudden coolness of the rag.

     "Right, right…" Safy murmurs, assessing the contusion. The student's cut had been deep and near-fatal when she saw it in the outskirts of the monastery. It had already bled profusely at that point, if their sanguine uniform was any indication. Though the wound was closed now, she fears the risk of it reopening later.

     She adjusts the student's body gently, hoisting it up and letting it lean against the headrest. She opens a couple more buttons and, once she has ample space to work with, begins wrapping the bandage around their torso. She finds herself working faster here than she did back in the war— perhaps using actual wrappings as opposed to pieces of cloth torn from tunics made all the difference.

     She ties the ends as she finishes, tugging them tight. Her hand goes to the student's forehead. The fever she had been monitoring seems to have risen. She frowns, then takes a bottle from her back. An S-drink, brought straight from home. It's not the most traditional of medicines, but she thinks it should be well enough. She hadn't thought to pack any vulneraries with her besides— this will do in the meantime. She pulls out the cork stopper and brings it to their lips. She tilts it slightly, urging a few drops to trickle down their throat. The student coughs at first, before soon relaxing and swallowing it down. Safy seals the bottle, returns it to her bag, and nods. She pulls the partition over to the side of the cot, covering it from what prying eyes may see them from the hallway.

     Safy turns and meets the cleric's stare. She startles— she had almost forgotten her presence. "Oh, forgive me. You were speaking to me, weren't you?"

     The cleric is quick to shake her head. "No! It's quite alright. I'm happy to see you so absorbed in your work. You're very resourceful! Though—" She looks down at Safy's worn and torn dress, "—may I please check something, if you don't mind?"

     She rolls up Safy's sleeves before the Tahran has any moment to object. Her sharp blue eyes widen at the sight.

     "Aha! I knew it! You have wounds and gashes of your own!" She points towards the scratches running up and down her forearm. Safy turns away— she had hoped to deal with that herself, when she went to her dorm. It's nothing bad enough to warrant a trip to the infirmary, especially since she had plenty of healing talent. She thought the student's blood would be enough to mask her own. Perhaps this lady was more perceptive than she last realized.

     The cleric frowns as she rolls up the other sleeve, "Goddess, I can't believe those bandits would go after a woman of cloth like you…" she shakes her head, "Though, if they went after a student of the Officer's Academy, then I doubt such an act is beneath them."

     She crosses her arms. "Sit down, please. Allow me to heal them."

     Safy waves a hand, "I'll be alright. These wounds were not from the bandits, but rather, the brambles and thorns of the woods. They're small enough that I can tend to it on my own time."

     The cleric clacks her tongue. She steps forward, seizing Safy's shoulders with a strength ill-befitting her dainty stature. She leads her to an empty cot, and forces her to sit down. She pouts.

     "Sit! It will take but a moment. Consider it my thanks for saving that student's life— and for doing most of the healwork yourself." she huffs, "Honestly, for someone so careful and sensitive towards others, you seem spare none of the same compassion for yourself."

     Safy falls silent. Once more, she finds herself unable to look the cleric in the eye. Like the lines of praise she was showered with, she's certainly heard this sort of critique before. Her head stays bowed as the cleric's hand hovers over her arms. Light emerges from her palm— an impressive sight, considering that Safy has yet to cast healing magic without the use of staves. As the spell continues to mend the different cuts that litter her skin, she sighs.

     "I prioritize others, is all." Safy finally replies, "That is the core of my belief— to help others unceasingly. Even if they're strangers! To give others everything and seek nothing for myself is my creed."

     The spell fades away. Safy readies herself for verbal resistance, but is instead met with an understanding hum. She looks up to see the cleric nodding.

     "Huh… alright, I can't say I don't understand that. I share a similar line of thought myself…"

     She puts her hands on her hips. "Still, you have to admit: you're some kind of hero, swooping in to save another's life— with little regard to your own, might I add." The cleric gasps, "Ooh, wait, I just remembered something. Do you know who you remind me of? The Good Almyran."

     Safy blinks. "The… eh?"

     "The Good Almyran!" The cleric repeats, clapping her hands together, "It's a popular folk story here. So there's this Alliance noble who gets jumped by bandits near Fodlan's Throat—"

     "Sister, please!" Safy cries, face red with humiliation. She runs her fingers through her hair, "You've taken your praise too far! I am no hero; I am no Almyran. I doubt stories will ever even be written about me… but if they were, I would simply be…"

     Safy falls quiet. She's long held the belief that if bards were to sing her story, Linoan would stand at the center, and she would be in the sides cheering her on. But perhaps that isn't the case– if this woman's adamant tributes to her skill hold any sort of truth, then maybe Safy herself would be worthy of the lead role.

     But does she want that? Does she wish that for herself? Would she even allow such a story to be written? Raising her head to meet the cleric's gaze, she knows what her answer is.

     No.

     "I would simply be a cleric devoted to healing the sick." Safy finishes, "That is my role, and I am grateful to play it."

     The cleric opens her mouth, ready to contest her claims— but before she is able to, a groan sounds from behind a partition. Safy rises to her feet. The student…

     "Now if you could kindly excuse me," she flicks her head towards the cot, "I think I am needed elsewhere." she puts a hand to her chest and bows, "Thank you for your time."

     She leaves before there is a chance to protest, disappearing behind the wooden partition in silence. Safy has no need nor want for flattery. She's grateful to be recognized, but…

     It's nice enough to be needed.

[repairise]

a few things!

hello hello! new muse, a few new groundworks to lay!

- this safy aligns with the timeline the rest of the tahrans follow here, so 3 years after the holy war.

- while i’ve familiarized myself with safy’s faith and church, i don’t pretend to be an expert on the lore behind it, so if i ever get anything wrong— please tell me about it! feel free to also poke me if there’s a juicy piece of thracia lore that you think i’d want to know.

that’s all for now! i’m very excited to write her here 🙏

[repairise]

let me see what you have

a KNIFE!

no!

oh my god why does tina have a knife