#ayalea

[crownedwithashes]

"How would you feel if I burned down the castle's library? Or rather a section of it? Hypothetically, of course."

“Ayalea, this had better damn well be a hypothetical question.”

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[crownedwithashes]

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“That lass has got to be one of the most impressive mages I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I’ve seen more than a few.”

[crownedwithashes]

Curious anon- Will Rowan ever sire a fledgling in Breath of Life?

{He has, actually! A gorgeous blondie of a spellsword by the name of Ayalea (her new blog is over here). He gave her the bite long after the war with the Alliance was over, when she lay on her deathbed and asked for the change. Normally, Rowan would never agree to pass on his vampirism to someone who is dying (let alone anyone) because he believes they don’t truly know what it is they’re asking for. But in this scenario, Ayalea was well-aware of what her new-found existence as a vampire would entail, having spent so much time around him and the vampires in his castle, so he made an exception for her. Rowan and Ayalea were already very close before he sired her. He sees her as a sort-of daughter figure, while she views him as a fatherly replacement to someone she lost long ago. They love each other in their own little ways. This is all a part of his main verse.} 

[crownedwithashes]

"You piss me off sometimes with the whole bossy thing, buuuuuuuuuut I still love y' like family." //Short explanation of feelings is short

“I wouldn’t call it bossy so much as fulfilling my role as your sire, lassie,” Rowan corrected, chuckling. “And I love you, too. That’s why I do the things I do.”

[crownedwithashes]

"Happy birthday, Rowan. You're how old now? Three-hundred somethin'?"

“Thank you, lass,” he laughed. “Three thousand, actually – and then some. I thought I told you?”

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“Don’t laugh! This ain’t funny! You. Taped. Over. My. Show.” Her hands rested on her hips while she glared at Rowan, her lips pressed in a thin line. “And I couldn’t text! I was… busy. Anyway, it doesn’t matter what I find so appealin’ about it! Maybe it makes me feel nostalgic, or I think the characters are interestin’, or maybe I just really like big fuckin’ boats.” She threw her hands in the air with a soft groan. “Now what am I gonna do? I’m gonna have to find it illegally online or somethin’… you owe me, Rowan.”

[crownedwithashes]

“I don’t believe I owe you shite, lass,” he chuckled in disbelief, brows raised. “I told you to come back and clean up your mess, which you shouldn’t have left in the first place. Mo Dhia, the entire microwave was filled with blood. Why you thought you’d be able to get away with that is beyond me.”

ayalea 

[crownedwithashes]

"You are in so much trouble"

“… Thig a-rithist?” asked Rowan confusedly, shifting his head to the side. “… What did I do, now?”

ayalea 

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Her body remained still, save for the rise and fall of her chest that gradually slowed as time passed until her eyes fluttered open. She felt as though she’d been through the deepest pits of Oblivion. Weak and slightly disoriented, her eyes flitted along the ceiling, attempting to gather her surroundings; her vision was blurried but soon sharpened enough to make out the stone above her. 

She pushed herself to a sitting position and immediately regretted it; her arms screamed in protest and a wave of dizziness made her stomach roll violently. A pained groan escaped her before she could speak.

“Rowan?” she spoke as her eyes fell on the Nord next to her. “Wha- what happened? Where… why am I here?” Her gaze lowered to her hand; she raised it a few inches and narrowed her eyes in confusion. She was naturally pale, but this was practically white. “What’s goin’ on?”

[crownedwithashes]

{continued from this thread}

The Gael had fallen asleep during his sentient watch over the girl, but now, as the sun’s power faded beyond the castle and relented to shadow, the pair who occupied the chamber were waking to greet the night.

Ayalea’s sudden tug at his fingers roused him from his dozing state, eyes cracking open to fall upon the girl who lay on his bed. He drew his hand away from hers, sitting up slowly in his seat to inspect her. The skin covering her body had grown pale from his feeding, her movements stiff and weak. This was normal, as far as he knew. He had never turned anyone before, but his extensive research told him he had performed the ritual correctly.

Keeping his voice low and quiet, he leaned forward in his seat, gliding his fingers back through her hair, and he murmured, “Do you not remember anything, lass?” He spoke with a tender slowness, compassion and care lacing his touch. “Ayalea... do you not remember your last request of me? Can you not recall the whole reason you are lying here, now... instead of in your grave?”

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