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[lycoris97]

she’s never done anything wrong ever (she kills people)

[thearcanafanfan]

Here’s Rigel and Asra’s children, not sure when I was going to share ‘em but I guess now. ^^ this is like the after story ending.

SYED ALNAZAR - He’s more like a gift given to Rigel and Asra, found as a baby sleeping in the center of a flower in Rigel’s personal gate(Like deep in the forest ).

Gender: M

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 6′2

Favorite Food: Marshmallows

Favorite Drink: Hot cocoa

Favorite Flower: Phacelia (Scorpionweed)

Familiar: Sloth named Aingeal

A little info:

Syed’s main magic are ice and wind. He can also turn invisible like Rigel does. Use a bit of ice magic and he can make a mist effect while invisible, something he uses to scare someone.

He have a flirty and playful attitude. He loves to tease or play tricks on someone. Quick-tempered and have little patience at things that he’s not interested in.

Syed’s part of the theatre and absolutely loves to act, which is why he can be dramatic at times and good at hiding how he feels especially when annoyed or mad. Idolize Julian a lot-

A very protective older brother to Aashita.

Always wearing eyepatch to hide his “feelings”. Also, completely blind in the dark where he can’t even make out his surroundings or feel any movement.

AASHITA ALNAZAR - They gladly adopted Aashita and welcome her into the family the moment they found her. Rigel strongly believed that she’s the reincarnation of the little girl who never lose hope in him even when he failed to save her. ( pic during the plague )

Nickname: Aashy ( by Syed ) , Ahsh

Gender: F

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5′3

Favorite Food: Mint chocolate

Favorite Drink: Tea

Favorite Flower: Galanthus(Snowdrops)

Familiar: N/A

A little info:

Unable to learn any type of magic even one that anyone can learn. An exchange for being reincarnated.

Aashita tend to apologize a lot, overthink and anxious most of the time. She feels guilt easily. She’s also curious, sweet and kind.

A fast learner and have sharp senses.

If she begun to like someone, she’ll keep on denying until she’s convinced that she doesn’t have feelings towards the said person. She worries that the life given to her would be taken away any day which she worries it might hurt the said person.

She asked Quetzalli ( @heartofnopal​ ) to teach her combat skills to defend herself instead of being saved by syed all the time.

Voice Claim(s):

Syed: [ Here ]

Aashita: [ Here ]

More under the cut:

........thank you for checking it out. ^^ man, that was a long post. Oop-

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[amitrahman]

A Sad Tale of Love

Dedicated to Aashita Wason, a friend and fellow writer

Does life have a purpose, a meaning, hidden beneath the surface, just waiting to be unearthed? If there is such a thing, how can we know about it? Do we have the means to discover what we are supposed to do with our life or does the purpose reveal itself as we tread on the sinuous path of life, shedding our divine innocence along the way? So often I have seen, what seemed to be the only reason for living at the previous turn has become grossly undesired and insignificant too, before the next turn even appears on the horizon…

As I stroll down the ravished, bruised and swelled stretch of my past, I can see her face adorned with those wild, melancholic eyes that sparkled whenever they used to meet with mine. It feels so real that I have an overwhelming urge to reach out with my fingertips and touch the familiar softness of her skin. Sadly though, she cannot be here I know, for she has not only left my place but also the country and even the continent as well. The fact that once even an hour’s separation was unheard of, let alone imagined, seems nothing but a fairytale.

I have often wondered, why! Why do I still love her with all my heart and existence? I have no doubt that she loved me too, unless her eyes were lying for all those years. Still, why I could not be with her for the rest of my life with these words, avowed – “Do us part till my final breath!”? I wonder, what, in fact, went wrong!

Perhaps an overabundance of Love itself was the greatest folly of our love! The way human hearts tend to feel and express those emotions, vary from person to person and the spell from Cupid’s arrow is no exception, either. This inherent subjectivity of Love, I think, infused her heart with a shadow of indifference, as she repeatedly complained about her feelings not being reciprocated, accordingly. I knew it was not so but could not convince her because the ways of my love were different than hers, as they should have been and would ever be. I guess she chose to depart, unconvinced, in the end.

I had so often sworn that my life would cease to be without her presence beside me but then she was gone and I am still alive. I wonder, if I should be embarrassed for not dying when she left but then I think, perhaps what transpired since then has not been a life at all, for me!