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“HOW LOVELY IS THE FLOWER OF ANGER, — the red flower in my heart.”

#𝐒𝐀𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐇. ── a slow and selective MULTIMUSE writing blog, featuring canon muses and original characters from history, folklore, starwars & more. ── loved by kaia ( she/her, 25+) also writes @bndruidh & @nghtsistr. discord available on request ♡ *currently iconless*

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#𐩐 ᚎ 。 pinned ── ooc.

𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐀 & 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌; 𝐈.

Bare feet cooled in the waters of Willowmere, a high full moon over head. Her supper lies beside her, berries and cheese to be picked over at her leisure, and wine in a silver cup. She relishes the lack of ceremony. Though, princess through and through, she understands the necessity of pomp and pretence when required. That some courtiers need reminding of their place, often better leashed by decorum and niceties. But here she is free of it.

Gold glitters on her neck. A gold ring on a gold chain, ever entwined. She hooks her fingertip through the loop of the ring, and slides it absently along its chain, back and forth. More and more she finds herself reaching for it, where it lays over her heart. A power that both is and isn’t hers. He’d acted like it was nothing more than a trifling gift; a trinket, he’d said. Like it was just another jewel bestowed on her by just another prince. She clutches it, finger curling, and wonders why it feels much more like a promise.

She knows he’s there before she turns. Before he speaks. Awareness of him prickling up the back of her neck. A smile, unchecked, blooms upon her lips.

“I did not think there could be anything more beautiful than this lake on a moonlit night,” he begins, and she lifts her gaze to him, like a flower seeking sun. There’s a glint in his dark eyes, and he smiles like a rogue. “It all pales compared to you, Princess.”

Her laughter is a huff of breath, derisive but still goodnatured. They’ve found an equilibrium like this: light and flirtatious, never delving too deep.

But the deep is always there, beneath a smooth surface waiting to be broken.

Odila wants to break it.

Wants to dive in and drown.

“Pretty words. Will you catch me if I swoon, Duke?”

He dips his chin, grin never fading, “Of course.”

She’ll dip her toes in and settle for the ripples she makes.

“And are you using me then?” she asks, still coy and sweet. Though they both see the truth in her question.

She does not believe he is, and yet she still fears it.

“Yes,” he replies as if it is a secret they share, and her heart soars. His attempt at rakishness is admirable but his smile, which now should be mocking and predatory, seems to turn inward instead, and her own widens.

The gold ring drops from her grip, and she watches him watch it, as it falls back into place against her breast. A promise. Rising to her feet with a graceful glide of her body, she steps close to him, too close, until they stand toe to toe and William must gaze down his nose to meet the challenge in hers somewhere near his chin.

“Are you really?” Hers is a siren’s voice, soft and warm and full of teasing. She swears she can see the tips of his ears burning in the silver moonlight. It thrills her. “Then I am at your mercy,” she whispers and delights in how it trips him up, no more pretty words on the tip of his tongue. And while she says she’s at his mercy, and only half doesn’t mean it, when dark eyes meet grey once more, the darkest awestruck part of her feels like maybe she has him at hers.

the extended cut of: odila: are you using me? william, only semi-convincingly: yes. odila: are you really? *flirting* william: 😳

#[ been obsessed by this thought for days i had to get it out ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── general.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── ic.

obsessed with the idea that despite all the innocence and melancholy associated with swan maidens, swans are fucking vicious and don't ever forget that when it comes to odila.

#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── ch. thoughts.

popping in to say that in my head, william has both aragor.n and halbran.d vibes and my brain is a wild place.

#[ i very much intend on one day coming back here and making this something i just need more time ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── ch. thoughts.

trying to get some organisation happening on my blogs but popping in here to say that you all don't know how much i love gruoch, queen of scotland.

#[ you know that thing going around with the men think about the roman empire like wayy too much ]#[ that's me and gru ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 tbd ── ooc.

me, trying to like people's posts on the relevant blog and fucking it up.

#[ this doesn't matter in the long run but it is funny ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 tbd ── ooc.

i joke about odila being evil. part of her only usurps siegfried because she knows in her heart she will be a better ruler for the kingdom; but another part of her usurps siegfried because she hates him and she wants him to lose and she wants the kingdom for herself.

#[ she's not but she is a little bit ]#[ i love her for it ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── ch. thoughts.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 odila ── general.

merrin can now be found on her own blog, @nghtsistr.

#[ i have no excuses ]#[ it's still heavily under construction but i'm going to go eat ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 psa ── ooc.

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#[ standby ]#[ i can't believe i've become one of you ]#[ me. miss “i'll only ever have one blog” ]#[ jokes on me ]#[ jdflaksdl;askdla;d ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 tbd ── ooc.

not me committing to a multi and then immediately saving a url incase i want a single blog for one of my muses... 👀

#[ i am a disaster i swear ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 tbd ── ooc.

yes, cal, this is definitely how you talk about someone you are just friends with...

#[ i love that merrin is hooking up with someone else and yet the merrical subtext is not even subtext ]#[ it's a merrical hammer over the head ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── general.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 i read books ── kaia.

so i know i have people waiting on replies and i keep making excuses but turns out i had some kind of stomach bug yesterday, so i'm just gonna have a slow morning. replies are coming, i swear 🙃

#[ thank you for your patience i really appreciate it ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 tbd ── ooc.

justawaterbendingwaitress-deact

My muse has been missing and is presumed dead. Your muse comes home to find them asleep in their bed. How do they respond?

#𐩐 ᚎ 。 gentle ruthlessness ── prompt.

cal, honey, you adorable dork. you are talking about a /bogling./

#[ god i love him so much ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── general.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 i read books ── kaia.

#SAORSADH. ── “𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.” multimuse featuring nightsister merrin of sw jedi: fallen order & survivor. mutuals only writing blog. est. june 2023; loved by kaia.

#[ LOOK. LOOK WHAT VENUS MADE ]#[ IT'S SO PRETTY I AM CRYING SCREAMING SOBBING ]#[ i honestly do not deserve this but adksaldaa it's so perfect ]#[ i absolutely adore venus anyway but this just seals the deal ]#[ and “sometimes there's honour in revenge” ???? that's such my brand i'm going to be ill about it ]#𐩐 ᚎ 。 self pr. ── ooc.

jeditrash-arch

the small droid looked at the nightsister while she spoke; her words made his head tilt in her direction. ❛ boo-beep ! ❜ he hummed as if to agree with her statement. his eyes blinked as his head tilted back in cal's direction & then back to merrin again. although it wasn't entirely uncommon for the droid's companion to rest, this time, it appeared to happen so suddenly that it left the BD unit in a minor state of confusion.

meanwhile, as cal slipped deeper into sleep, he gently tossed & turned, trying to escape the clutches of the nightmare that gripped tightly onto him. the jedi's heart raced, sweat formed in small beads against his freckled forehead, & his breath came in short, soft gasps as the images flashed through his mind, each more terrifying than the last. but unlike past nightmares, he found it difficult to wake, as if something in his mind was keeping him trapped in that moment.

& then, the hand that was being held began to have fingers twitch. as if reacting to something in the dream or a muscle spasm that was out of his control; either way, his body found little rest. the movements, while small, alerted the droid. looking back to cal, BD-1 gave a low whistle to try & comfort him.

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she knows the moment the nightmare takes hold of him. tension seeps back into his body, each breath draws sharply, and his momentary peace is broken. his hand, still in hers, jerks and flutters. she can feel the concern in the soft cooing noise beedee makes, though she spares him only a brief, wide-eyed glance before her attention returns entirely to cal, shifting restlessly in his sleep.

her hearts sink. she's torn; does she wake him, free him from whatever plagues him, or will that only make things worse when he so desperately needs rest? again she brushes her fingers through the lock of fiery hair that falls across his forehead, hoping to calm him with her touch. again and again and again.

❝cal,❞ she says, low and gentle but clear. she wishes soothing him was as easy as a whispered incantation and a swirl of magick, but maybe her voice will reach him in his dreams and provide some comfort. ❝you're safe, cal. you're not alone.❞

#[ 😭 ]#jeditrash #𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── ic.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── general.

in her travels, merrin is kind of happy enough to sleep where she falls. but in her cabin on the mantis she has added some personal touches — not a lot, it's not a shrine to dathomir by any means. but she hates the luma-panels, even with their dimmers, and covers them with curtains of red fabric that do mimic the light of her homeworld.

#𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── ch. thoughts.#𐩐 ᚎ 。 merrin ── general.

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