Sardonix Shadowflame

Sin'dorei pyromancer and Seer of Lionsbane.

[falling-through-autumn]

[nfrtjytj]

Why should I fear death? If I am, then death is not. If Death is, then I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

Epicurus (via sanguinesorceress)

[dravvie]

[blackisthenewgod]

[slobbering]

So?

[safrona-shadowsun]

Top five muses Safrona wants to meet or get to know better.

5. “The Magister, Marcelus Gavotte. All of his secrecy prods at me to know more. On the same token I remain careful. He seems to be one of those that are not so amused with the game of unveiling.”

4. “The Ranger, Vhaellin Soulfire. He’s proved monumentally helpful in my own personal interests and I believe he has some of his own that might put us together in some good business. Now, if he would just stop being so wicked…” A quiet chuckle.

3. “Lord Sardonix Shadowflame. He immediately drew my attention with his studies in artifacts, though we talked very little over it all. His words stayed on my mind, still. I think there is a brilliant mind to learn from, and we might have more interests together. It is hard to say how much he would be willing to share, however.”

2. “…there was a man I met along the road in Tirasfal that seemed an oddity. Strangely innocent.” A brief smile, her brow furrows faintly as she breathes a chuckle. “Many questions. There was an odd charm to it all. He had me at such an impasse that I didn’t get a name. I do hope I will run into him again, and I might at the very least, get that.”

1. The datapad was tucked back into the Courier’s arms as she offered the inquirer a subtle smile. “In short? I’d like to meet anyone that has the same interest to meet me. Whether that be in business, or just to share in a good story, and wine.”

( marcelusg , vhaellinsoulfire , sardonix-wra , theconstructsworld , )

[sunflowersandhappycolours-deact]

[book-pause-deactivated20171119]

I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them—with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.

 Eudora Welty (via simplybookdrunk)

[safrona-shadowsun]

☱ for Sardonix.

(Journal Entry)

I wish we could speak more. As far as this Sardonix goes, I find him an interesting pull. I know little about him, but he is a professional, a scholar sort which I do find myself appreciating even more. No doubt he’s secretive, but instinct gives me a sense of familiarity about him, at least to let me reflect on the days of past circles. I don’t typically want to associate more with other Sin’dorei, especially those with skeletons in the proverbial closet, but that attention to detail in his study of the scarab….that is the hand of a man with a thirsty mind just like mine.

It also helps that I don’t feel him trying to undress me with his eyes in that superficial way most I come across in the city naturally do. Not that I would mind if he did, exactly. But at least my respect for him would stay intact. 

Well, mostly intact. There is Eurath after all. I almost want to put the two in the same room together and watch them try to unravel each other. 

Time to put the pen down and get back to business. 

Wine. Remember to send them wine.

( sardonix-wra , eurath )

[jollyrogers777]

[traianbloodshade-deactivated201]

This is just too hot not to share. I know several that can repost this and let me look at it all day <3  makes me want to make a male mage, just for this alone :D

[xgcchocobo]

WRA Directory Effort

Because someone had to do it, I mean seriously. Use the tag below!

So I did a thing, because I haven’t been able to find one of these specifically for RP blogs on WRA on tumblr. Click the LINK TO THE POST and reblog it from your own IC/Inspiration tumblr.

[vandrysse]

((*waves*))

[boss90]

[jukeboxjammer]

Commission for Sardonix of WrA!

[alwaysshewrites]

Powers: Pyrokinesis

[sir-spank-alot-deactivated20150]

[imhisnaughtyprincess]

Do you want to play?

[dirtysexyhotfun]

Yes please

[lexiadieri]

"You're mine." From Sardonix.

Alexielle lifted a hand to her lips as she chuckled. “Excuse me? Yours?” Her emerald eyes examined the man and she chuckled again. “You haven’t given me any reason to think that you’d be worthy of a prize such as myself. How dare you even think that your worthless words alone could claim me?” Her eyes swirled with fel energy as she stepped closer to him. “For all we know, you’re an insignificant insect that needs to be crushed. Is that what you would have me do to you? Weigh down on you and destroy you?”

She tilted her head back slightly with another laugh and pressed her body against his, her dark violet lace dress accenting her curves. “Well? Have you anything to say, or shall I continue convincing you how I simply cannot be yours? To be yours means you are a superior man.” She smirked and looks his face over, her lips close to his. “I’m sorry, love. I just don’t see it.”

( sardonix-wra , renwyck )

[sardonix-wra]

Sardonix blinked quizzically as he turned his attention back to Alexielle. Realizing what had happened, the hostess of the restaurant turned a bright shade of red, lowering her gaze to the floor. "Apologies, Miss. I misspoke," the thoroughly embarrassed elf replied. The Magister waved a dismissive hand at the hostess, his gaze still on the blonde at his side.

"The apology is mine. I meant nothing by it, my dear. The hostess asked if I would be having company tonight and I should have replied to her. My statement was rather forward, and for that I apologize."

[sardonix-wra]

A blonde elf knelt on the floor in her violet lace-covered dress that fit her form as comfortably as a glove. She huffed as she attempted to pick up her books and papers that spread out on the street. It was an odd time of the day, so many were not around to even attempt to help, although there were maybe a few men at a distance smiling and watching her bending over. She grumbled and sighed as she continued to gather her papers.

Black shoes came to rest in front of the woman, a dark haired Magister towering over the blonde’s petite form. He wore a finely tailored robe of crimson and gold, his own leather bound book clutched in his hand. Kneeling before her, the man carefully set his book on the cobblestone road, moving to help her gather a few stray papers. “Are you alright, Miss?” the Magister asked softly, his hands reached forward to offer the woman the papers he had collected.

( lexiadieri )

[lexiadieri]

Emerald eyes shot up and she smiled gratefully. “Thank you, sir. I seem to be rather clumsy today.” She took the papers from his hands and piled them along with the others. Sighing, she shook her head, curls bouncing around her head. “My pride is a bit wounded but I’m fine now, thank you.” Her hand smoothed out the lace enveloping her body. She took a deep breath and exhaled with a smile. “What is my saviour’s name?” she said with a tiny wink, her lips ending in a smile. As she waited for a response, she organized a few of the papers, some in Eredun, others with demonic circles, back in the tome from which they fell. 

( sardonix-wra )

[sardonix-wra]

His eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the subject material in the woman’s hands, the Magister quickly turning his attention back to her. He collected his own book before rising to his feet. Extending a hand to the blonde, he offered assistance to help her stand upright. “Hardly a savior, my dear. Sardonix Shadowflame, at your service.”

[lexiadieri]

She placed her hand in his and rose, “Thank you, dear. Sardonix Shadowflame. Quite the name you have there. I’m Alexielle Adier’i. A pleasure to meet you. And if you hadn’t passed by here, I would still be on the ground trying to pick papers up and putting on a show for those men over there.” She sighed and smiled, lifting her head proudly. “But I’m not, therefore, you saved me.” She chuckled and pushed in loose papers back into the tome.

( sardonix-wra )

[sardonix-wra]

"The pleasure is mine, Lady Adier’i." Sardonix placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand before allowing his own to return to rest comfortably against the tome in his hand. He bowed his head politely, a smile reaching his lips. "I am glad to be of assistance."

The Magister glanced briefly down the road before his emerald eyes met Alexielle’s once more. “But I don’t mean to delay you further should you be in a hurry, my Lady.”

[lexiadieri]

( sardonix-wra )

[sardonix-wra]

"I can hardly decline such a generous offer," Sardonix spoke with a smile, bowing his head politely. Normally he wouldn’t give the woman a second thought, carrying on with his own errands rather than entertaining her suggestion. Yet the papers that the blonde carried in her hands struck the Magister’s curiosities. He wouldn't simply walk away before finding more information out about this mystery woman.

The smile still upon his lips, Sardonix walked to her side to join her. “Lead on, Lady Adier’i.”

[sardonix-wra]

ø - eyes, ♫ - singing voice, & ☂ - sadness

Sardonix’s eyes are really nothing out of the ordinary as far as it comes to sin’dorei eyes. The only exception is after he performs a demonic ritual. Immediately after, his eyes have a more vibrant fel glow. Hours later after the initial rush of energy fades, his eyes become much more dimly lit until he regains his strength from the blood sacrifice.

There’s nothing spectacular about the Magister’s singing voice. He typically doesn’t sing, the only exception being to hum along while listening to music in the privacy of his own residence.

Sadness is weakness in Sardonix’s eyes. The Magister prefers to turn any sort of sorrow into determination to overcome whatever stands in his way. While he attempts to hide any sort of negative emotion in public, when in the privacy of his own room, Sardonix is much quicker to demonstrate his temper rather than any sort of sadness. 

( alltheserandomthings )