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siobhan o'cuinn. a sharlayan scholar who has recently set out to transcribe unfamiliar music and bring it home. written by syrin. about • rules

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i seriously need to make glacierfront my default blog. i am about to reblog it twice to someo f you

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Let it be known that it is only through the audacity of what is being said right now that Julie does not rip that pillow away from Xeno and absolutely demolish him with it.

"The difference it makes--" Her voice has gotten high and screechy without her noticing. She tones it back down. But. The incredulity is still SUPER THERE. "It's been less than a day and you're already head over heels? Do you even know his name or his age or what he does for work or--?"

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“Why does your voice sound like that? Why’re you being so weird?” Because of course Julie and her incredulity are the weird things happening right now, not Xeno and his less-than-twenty-four-hours-ago declaration of love. Welcome to Xeno Logic!

This may or may not have happened to him before—the whole falling head over heels at once thing. But it’s different this time! No, honestly, he swears it really is! (It actually is. But that has everything to do with Wesley, our off-page hero, and nothing to do with Xeno suddenly gaining the wisdom to tell a good hot guy from a bad one.)

“I know his name!” Now it’s time for his voice to get high and screechy, whining a little along with it. “His name is Wes-ley. Isn’t that a nice name? I think that’s a nice name. I think it’s the nicest name I’ve ever heard. I don’t need to know anything else.”

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"...Okay." 

NOT FUCKING OKAY.

Julie presses her fingers against the bridge of her nose. Then the corners of her eyes. Then her temples. 

"His name is Wesley." A beat. "And to be clear, you know literally nothing else other than that? Not his age or what he does for work or where he lives or what kind of person he is or?"

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This guy looks like a completely wet kitten shivering outside in the snow, and more than that, Julie feels inside herself that this IS his true and authentic personality, that he just IS a completely wet kitten shivering outside in the snow. How is Julie NOT supposed to instantly adopt him? Ugh. It was over before it began.

She says: "Uh, I'm not." Hesitates. "What could you have done to - get. Why would I be mad at you?" Again. "I - I'm just, a little - I don't. People don't usually." Again. "Do you." Again. "Want to. Uh." Again.

A minor step backward. A little creak of the door further open. "Hang out. Maybe."

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"I—I, um—" Julie's stumbling words cause Xeno to continue tripping over his own sentences, subconsciously synchronising his speech with hers, "people are—people are usually, like, mad at me, so, uh—"

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did Julie just say...?

Xeno's eyes go wide. He's close to trembling on her doorstep, just like a wet kitten shivering as the possibility of entering a real life home—Julie's home!—opens up before him.

Holy shit. Julie wants to hang out with him. Or, at least, she's willing to let him hang out with her. Holy shit!

A gigantic smile bursts onto his face, brighter than the sun.

"Me? Hang out? With you? Really? Do you mean it? We can hang out? Together? Like friends? Real life friends?"

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People are usually mad at her, too. Well, not necessarily. But she feels it. And she feels like that might be the case for Xeno, too, with his fucking big wet kitten puppy eyes and his sheer delight at the concept of being her friend.

"Uh," she says, still not quite on board with the whole idea, "what — um, what's the alternative to real life friends?"

There are other questions. For example, exactly how long they will hang out down to the minute before he leaves, and whether they will stare at each other the whole time, and whether he will want to talk to her every single minute of this hanging out time like it seems like he will probably want to. But for now she holds the door open with one hand so he can come in. If he wants. She guesses.

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(That one version of things where Siobhan was at the bloodsands) "I am aware they say to pick your battles, but you can let a few go." Sheri pauses, worry creasing her brow. "You're do not have to fight for survival anymore."

The open wound and sharp knife laughs.

Easier than crying. Siobhan wonders how Sheri reads her so well. Seems like she doesn't even have to look her in the eyes for the book of her to be open, clear and practical font, legible for all to see. Is she that obvious?

Lightly: "You've seen the — stories we're writing, right?" Her arm prickles. Sheri's magic wafts over it, and no matter how clean and pure, it always burns. She sucks in a breath through her teeth when the wave flits a little too sharp, but continues. "The scions are trying to liberate two nations. Fighting for survival seems — the modus operandi. No?"

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mwah!

[milesducemdominus]

FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again....even though every time you've tried before you've lost.

Independent and semi-selective Aymeric de Borel from the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV.

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wah i love miss siobhan

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thinking siobhan thoughts

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would anybody.. perchance.. be interested in.. starter?

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"Did you... let her?"

Siobhan is careful to word these remarks far away from Alisaie's ears. It's something the girl had needed, she thinks, whether or not Inanna intended for this to be the desired outcome. Alisaie is certainly preening about it.

But there's a risk, too, in asking this of Inanna. Unsure of their nature in losing — as the esteemed Warrior rarely loses — and so, hoping they aren't sore about it, Siobhan finishes her inquiry with some small trepidation hollowing out the base of her stomach, sliding over a small plate of croissants with a small charcuterie spread while she does so.

"Win?" | @starsasunder

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would anybody.. perchance.. be interested in.. starter?

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its just not the same without all three of us. from hythlodaeus please GOD TUMBLR

The world shifts.

She blinks, her brow furrowing, unsure whether she lurched in place to everyone or if that was just in her mind. They are still both watching Chiyo walk up to the concierge... the teller-thing. But it's different. It's so — different now. This hollowness in her chest. Her fingertips float to her clavicle. This thing that wants to erupt — to keen.

She turns to look up at the amaurotine, feeling suddenly just as unreal as they. Breathes into the emptiness: "What?"

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today... i will at least... put a sentence or two... on my timeline page...

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i put 1000 words on the timeline page please clap.

i hope it provides like a little bit of context as to what she might be doing in the various expansions... now my next step is to do a little dossier or verses thing... hehe

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today... i will at least... put a sentence or two... on my timeline page...

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i think siobhan, insofar as her capacities as a bard in combat, has a moveset that more closely mimics the pvp range of skills rather than the pve range. she has like. six moves that she is very good at and can stay alive with, but compared to practiced combatants she is easily the weaker