#caitrin

[branliadan]

“How could you not know?" His voice was full of wonderment. "You changed me utterly. You were like a...like a bright, wonderful bloom in a garden full of weeds. Like a graceful capital on a page of plain script, a letter decorated with the deepest, finest colors in all Erin. Like a flame, Caitrin. Like a song.”

― Juliet Marillier, Heart's Blood

[ladylannister95]

How my thinking about Ezzaria changed:

Me reading the first tome: Ezzaria is literal paradise on Earth, safe, beautiful, green heaven; Ezzarians are so noble and good, they didn’t deserve what happened to them; how could these murderous Derzhi ever attack them

Me reading the second tome: I’ve got so enough of these ignorant, blind, close-minded, self-righteous people of Ezzaria! why had Derzhi not killed every one last of them?!

[starry-voids-deactivated]

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horror themed asks

gonna answer these for Evya from the science-fantasy-portal-cosmic-horror story again because she's bouncing around in my brain like a screensaver

🧭 - what would your character do if they got lost in another dimension/world/universe/timeline? do they try to go home? do they even want to?

omg this is literally the premise of the entire story. like, in the actual story she goes through a portal and ends up in an exact copy of earth as it was 3,000 years ago, that's completely empty with no people in it. I won't go into a huge amount of story details here, but she very much does try to get back for a while, because she's scared and alone and also an extrovert, but in the end, being the scientist nerd she is, she ends up wanting to stay there and study the other world. (spoiler alert, she ends up becoming the "guardian" of the portal so she can go back and forth whenever it opens.)

🌃 - what would your character do if they were trapped in a labyrinthine city that's alive?

genuinely I think she would try to befriend it. there would be the initial "why does it seem like the city's actively hostile to me" then "wait if it's actively hostile that means it has a consciousness" then "if it has a consciousness that means I can communicate with it" and then that would be her mission for the rest of the story! befriend the living city!

🪚 - what would happen if you put two of your characters in a saw trap maze together?

Evya: well if I had to die at least this is an interesting way to die

Caitrin: shut up and work with me to get out of here

but seriously, with those two, Caitrin's "survival smart" because she's been living on a farm on her own for pretty much all her adult life, and Evya has some survival smarts too because she's an Antarctic geologic researcher, so I think they'd be the team that actually made it out.

[aldersprig]

Interlude: Abaddon 4

Abaddon woke up to find his room ruined. His room, or at least the room he’d been assigned when he started the year.  Before – before Gennie. Gennie who would not release him and not speak to him.  Gennie who had spent a week after he told her about the – about the problem – about their father – locked in her room, not coming out for anything, not even Luke. There was nothing left intact in the…

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[meteorcoyote]

"Happy valentines day Darlin'." Natsumi chuckled, kissing Catlin's cheek and handing her a small box

Caitrin blushed slightly and smiled. “Thanks Natsumi!” She looked at the box curiously. “You didn’t have to!”

[meteorcoyote]

Natsumi slid over and Kissed the dancer before chuckling "Hello."

Caitrin blushed slightly and smiled at Natsumi. "Why hello there..."

[meteorcoyote]

Her heart was pounding in her ears. There were small nicks on her feet where she had stepped on sharp rocks as she ran without shoes on. It was a surprise that the woman had even managed to run to the brothel she now burst into. Somehow she had managed not to seriously injure herself along the way.

Vision blurred, she raced down the hallways ignoring the outrage of the matron. Nothing mattered to her at that moment more than getting to Natsumi. Her rational mind had left her before she had even stepped from her home. A fist raised as she reached the door she knew so well.

A loud pounding came from the door before it was shoved in. It didn’t matter who was in the room or what was happening to the girl as she barrelled in. Sobs wracked through her body as she collapsed on the floor in front of the bed. Even her guard was absent from her side when she entered, muddy footprints leading out the door.

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[meteorcoyote]

Shatter Me- Caitrin

Orbs of fire spun around the lithe woman in the small clearing surrounded by trees. She wore a light weight shirt and sheer pants that fluttered in the light breeze caused by the movements of her legs and the spinning flames. There was a small music box playing near the edge of the clearing as she moved to the tinkling melody.

The flames spun rhythmically as she moved her hands delicately to manipulate the strings. A small lift in the song brings the dancer to her toes, spinning slowly just like the ballerina on the music box. She would lift her leg as the strings circled it without wrapping around. “Somebody make me feel alive..”

A soft hum came as she continued to move, bending and twisting with the strings. Her complete focus on the props she controlled as to not hurt herself or break them. She was truly enjoying herself as she danced without any known crowd watching her.

Dancing had been her passion before it became her career. Her father had stripped most of the joy out of it when he began demanding so much of her. She was to be constantly protected and watched every second of the day when she was out of the house. She couldn’t do other dangerous activities or go shopping alone. He had to keep her safe and able to dance.

In many ways, she didn’t mind the shift in her father’s persona when she became famous. He had always been protective of everyone and when her mother got sick, he had gone a little overboard. Now that her mother was bedridden, Caitrin was paying the medical bills while he sat at home with her.

Caitrin would forever be the goose that laid his golden eggs while her mother was ill. She knew the moment she looked at her father that he was placing her in a gilded cage and dancing would no longer be for enjoyment. She resented the position he had put her in, but she accepted it. She would do anything for her family.

With a small smile, she began to bring the fire down. Her arms relaxed to her sides and she dipped down. It was because of her cage that she had decided to hire the one man she felt could break her free. He would bring her a refreshing view of the world and maybe even let her get away with things others wouldn’t.

As the music box stopped, she snuffed the fires of the poi and set them on a rock to cool. It had been quite a while since she last felt the catharsis from dancing. She could only hope that it would continue working with her new body guard.