#cheriach

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"Reminiscing in retrograde will fuel our pointless escapade. I'll rust with you."

[rprambles]

Cheriach and Maivys for kissing meme :DD

Maivys held her breath as she put on the finishing touches. Just a leaf there and a flower there...done. She stepped back and wiped her forehead. Somehow decorating cakes wracked her nerves more than any climb. But she'd finished, and it didn't look half-bad if she said so herself.

"It's beautiful, love."

She looked up at Cheriach, leaning against the counter. He grinned at her, a laugh in his eyes. "What?"

"You're, ah, covered in frosting." He chuckled as she looked herself over and fetched a clean rag. "Here, let me."

"Better idea." Dipping her hand into the frosting bowl, she took a goopy handful and threw it at him. It splattered on his face and chest, streaking his chin. Cheriach blinked at her for a minute, then laughed and made a grab for the bowl. Maivys snagged it first and threw another glob at him. He ducked just in time and it sailed over his head to splat against the wall.

Finally he snuck a hand in, quickly smearing frosting over her cheek. She squealed and laughed and swatted his hand away. "You started it!" he reminded her as he laughed.

Still giggling, Maivys pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted even sweeter than usual, like frosting and cookies. She set the bowl aside in favor of wrapping her arms around him. "I love you."

Cheriach beamed, blush showing through the confection splattered on his cheeks. "I love you too."

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➔ ☾ ♦ Cher

Walks: slowly. short legs and low strength.

sleep: Very gently, squirms a little but mostly lies still. Kinda clingly and super cuddly.

Kisses: Soft and lovingly, taking care to show as much affection as possible.

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☱ Cher, about Grimmia

oops it became kinda ranty

”It seems that she has taken over my thought. And no, for future reference this is not about any kind of infatuation. Despite not having seen her in months now the very idea of her makes my blood boil. I could feel my ears ringing with her words, the echo lingering for hours. Sometimes I go days thinking about the things she said, turning them over in my mind and debating whether or not she has been right all along. Grimmia haunts me like a ghost, does not let me get proper sleep. I wake up in a cold sweat most every night still, fists clenched and heart beating through my chest. I do not so much hate her as I hate her ways, how she carries herself with an air of superiority and pretends like she is sitting on a golden throne above everyone else. Grimmia does not care much for reality and the things around her, then again that is to be expected from someone who occupies themselves with illusions. Aneirin is an exception. I could never speak a bad word about her. But that is besides the point.

This is a reminder to myself. I ran away for a reason and I will not return until I am confident I can have my revenge.”

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"Look at you. Pathetic." - Grimm and Cher

The creaking of leather. She was awake.

“Wh.. Whats going on here!?” The panick appearant in the female sylvari’s voice. She struggled in vain against the leather restraints that held her firmly in place. All that time he had taken her façade for the truth but ow. Now he heard her as she truly was. Grimmia was scared, and the thought thrilled him.

Grimmia wiggled against her restraints and looked around in the room. In the shadows she could spot a familiar sihlouette leaning against the wall.

“Cher, Ch-cheriach is that you? Oh thank the mother, please tell me what’s going on? Is this another prank, because if it is im going to have my clones chase you halfway across Tyria and-“

“Shut. Up.” He cut her off, the lack of softness in his voice cathicng Grimmia completely off guard. The green sylvari stepped forward towards the stretcher that held the other. Beams of sunlight shone in thought the cottage ceiling, barely illuminating the insides.

“I am sick of you talking.” Cheriach almost spat out the words.

“Cher what are you doing let me go, this isn’t funny anymore!” Grimmia sounded increasingly distressed, struggling feebly against her bonds. Cheriach growled auidiably. He leaned down over Grimmia, putting a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“Grimmia.” He smiled. “I am making a list in my head of all the terrible things I’m going to do to you. Right now you are making it very hard for me to not outright kill you, so could you for once in your life listen to what someone else has to say, or is your ego so inflated that you would rather die than obey an order as simple as being quiet, hmm~?” His voice rung loud and clear but had this sickly sweet tone to it.

Grimmia stared in horror as it dawned on her what must have happened. The Cheriach that stood before her was different from her friend in evey way, from his confident posture to the mischievous grin on his lips. She shook her head and tried to inch away from her former friend, but was hopelessly bound down.

“Cheriach.. no.. no please no please please tell me this is a joke.. “ Her voice hitched and cracked, something that was absolutely delightful to Cheriach, whom chuckled in response.

“For someone who takes pride in their intellect it sure did take you a long time to figure it out. And don’t try to give me a lecture about how what im doing is immoral and ungrateful to the mother and yadda yadda yadda. This is partially your fault you know.” He slowly walked around Grimmia, sneering at her with disgust in his eyes. “You shoot me down, you belittle me and you tell me how much you hate me when all I’ve done is show you kindness. I can’t believe I looked up to to you. All I wanted was to be your friend. But now I see you as you truly are. You are a weak and fragile dreamer, and for the first time in my life I have the upper hand.” As he spoke he walked behind Grimmia and out of her line of sight. He went silent and grimmia could hear the clinking of metal tools. She tried to focus, knowing this might be her only chance of escaping. Grimmia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, channeling the magic within her to create clones. … Nothing happened. Baffled, Grimmia tried again. She had summoned thousands of clones in her lifetime and could probably do it while fast asleep. Why was it that now when she tried to unleash her magic that nothing happened.

“Oh and don’t try using that disgusting magic of yours to escape. I’ve taken care of it. Funny how something as simple as an arcane blocker renders you entirely useless, wouldn’t want you to summon any pesky clones to interrupt my fun.” Cheriach giggled, walking back into Grimmia’s field of vision. She felt like thowing up. Her head was spinning and everything turned blurry. “I made sure that if you did try to stop me you would feel just awful. If you keep trying it’s going to start hurting really bad, and you don’t want that now do you?” He leaned over her, cupping her cheek in his hand and tilting her head up and forcing her to meet his gaze.  Grimm saw no trace of the kind sylvari she once knew, his face was cold and hard and his grin terrified her. Her breath hitched in her throat and before she could stop it tears were streaming down her face. Cheriachs grin turned into a frown and he pulled his hand back.

“Look at you. Pathetic.” Cheriach spit on Grimmias face. “You disgust me so much. You are worthless and deserve to be crushed under the sole of my boot and fed to the hounds. You are filth.” He hissed between his teeth, his face inches from Grimm’s, whose sobs grew louder. “And since you are so convieniently at my disposal I have a chance to show you just how little you are worth.” His grin came back, this time even wider than before. “Comfortable? Well then let’s start.”

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Detailed Headcanon Prompter! All of them for Cheriach!

Yaaaaay! Answers under cut

Minor personality flaw or quirk: Cheriach struggles with several ticks, and gets super uncomfortable if he isn't fiddling with something.Physical advantage: Cheriach is pretty limber and in combat he easily dodges his opponents due to his small size.Physical disability/disadvantage: His small stature and thin limbs make cheriach pretty fragile and not intimidating at all.Fatal flaw: Fear. Cheriach's fears almost always gets the upper hand and prevents him from doing many things he would like to.Mental or emotional strength: He has a pretty thick shell after getting picked on for so long. He also has a lot of pent up anger he uses in battle.Belief they have: That magic is unreliable and that society takes it for granted. That technology is ablsolute and does not fail on its own.Belief they've questioned/struggled with: He highly questions the ethics of magic users, especially necromancers. Cheriach does not see it as justifiable to use corpses of the dead as magic infused puppets.Critique they have about others: He has very little respect for the people that give up easily.Pet peeve: Others drawing conclusions about him based on his physical appearance. Being picked on for being short and thin.Something minor they enjoy: picking apart machines and putting them back together. Over and over again.An obscure interest: Cheriach can't help but be fascinated by the steam-creatures.A moral standard: Everyone deserves a second chance. Some more thatn two. Way they could see themselves dying: All the ways. Being used as a secrifice for some magic ritual is the worst thing he can think of though.Weird thing they want to try or have tried: He tastes all the elixirs he makes. Strange things happen when experiementing.A socially unacceptable thought they've had: "Necromancers deserve to die." Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream: Sometimes Cheriach wishes he did have some kind of magic abilieties.Something or someone they down right hate: He has a love/hate relationship with Grimmia. They are like siblings and argue all the time. He doesn't really hate her though.

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Illy, Matricia and any third character of your choosing! >:D

What they smell like:Illdiyhr smells like smoke and chilipeppers, and more often than not the coppery smell of blood doesn’t completely wash off.

Matricia smells earthy like soil, with hints of flowery herbs and rotting flesh.

Cheriach smells like machinery; Rust, oil, coal, pine sawdust.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

Illdiyhr loves sleeping on the days. Xe falls asleep mostly everywhere, especially if its sunny outside. Nighttime xe lays awake a lot and tends to have nightmares. Xe sleeps on xer stomache or side to avoid pain from the scars on xer back.

Matricia doesn’t sleep a whole lot, she likes night better than days and usually goes without sleeping until she collapses, at which point she just sleeps wherever for however long she feels like.

Cheriach tries to keep a normal sleep cycle, but often finds himself staying up late tinkering with something.

What music they enjoy:

Illdiyhr likes all calm music, as long as it isn’t too sad.

Matricia really doesn’t care for the music of others, but sings to herself every now and then. When she does it’s more of a wordless melody than song.

Cheriach likes drum-heavy music, clanking metal and things that has a steady rythm.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Illdiyhr doesn’t care much for beauty, and even less for morning. Spends more time getting out of bed than getting ready, but usually washes up and makes sure xer foliage isn’t all over the place.

Matricia dusts off herself and brushes her hair. She washes if there is water nearby, but really doesn’t care about appearance as long as her scarred up eye is concealed.

Cheriach does care about his appearance, and eaither spends ages making sure his bark is smooth and his leaves in their place OR he doesn’t do anything at all. Some days energy isn’t enough, but he likes to do it when he can.

Their favorite thing to collect:

Illdiyhr likes teeth. Xe usually yanks them out of dead opponents skulls and keeps as trophies. Don’t tell Taerryn though, she might be freaked out.

Matricia really doesn’t care for posessions, but likes surrounding herelf with insects. Moths in particular.

Cheriach likes everything, he has a problem throwing away anything, thinking it might come in handy at some point later in life. He is especially into collecting little trinkets and doodads, the cheap kind sold to tourists.

Left or right-handed:

Illdiyhr and Matricia are right-handed, Cheriach is left-handed.

Religion (if any):

Illdiyhr is open to most things, and while xe doesn’t outright believe in a set deity xe likes to think something is keeping xer safe. Especially after surviving the attack on Lions Arch.

Matricia is very religious, but always leans towards darker gods like grenth. Could easily fall into corruption seeking power or answers.

Cheriach has a strong aersion towards most things magic, and has some bad experiences with religious people. Still respects others personal beliefs.

Favorite sport:

Does murder count cause thats probably Illy’s favourite. Otherwise any kind of fighting where one gets to go all out.

Matricia somewhat looks down on physical activity so she wont do any kind of sports.

Cheriach is more of a chess and math kind of guy.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Illdiyhr loves loves loves food and will eat everything in sight.Matricia likes to just observe and take in her surroundings.

Cheriach likes most things but has trouble paying attention to one thing for long and can easily get overwhelmed in situations full of new exciting things.

Favorite kind of weather:

Illdiyhr likes scorching hot sun and will soak up as much heat as xe can.

Matricia likes still weather, especially heavy fog or light rain.

Cheriach loves storms of all kinds.

A weird/obscure fear they have:

Illdiyhr fears that anything is going to happen to Taerryn much more than anything that might happen to xer. Pretty claustrophobic, and gets triggered by anything that reminds of whips.

Matricia isn’t outright scared of anything, but would want to avoid being burned alive if possible.

Cheriach really doesn’t like magic, but necromancer minions really freak him out the most.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

For Illdiyhr probably whack a mole or the sledgehammer thingy.

Matricia has an uncanny luck at lotteries.

Cheriach would win all the shooting based games.