#cloudstarter

[warderinan]

@wardernirvaan @wardercloud @tamlenx location: Audule, Sun's Sands notes: let's say they rotate where they train for versatility (they're not vers obvs but u know) Also, not a fourway thread but more an open for the warders kiss kiss

They each weren't without their respective skills, Nirvaan had improved a great deal, Tamlen was something else entirely, and Cloud had been strong the entire time that Inan had known them. Even if they wrestled with their unseen demons now. Their magic as a whole had increased a great deal, but it was marginal when compared to the noble houses, multiplying something minimal didn't increase it by much, but a larger sum only grew the valley between the common elves and the elves of the noble houses all the more.

Noble protectors and dedicated guardians, would that Zahrya would take a warder instead of the demon he brought into his bed then they'd be nearly complete. "I saw you at that vampire function," a wedding, a birthday, the solstice, a party of all things; a series of distractions that Inan had participated in but was now prepared to put behind him. Three arrows whizzed through the air, each fired in quick succession as the projectiles lobbed through the air some distance away were each struck and brought down. Simple. "it wasn't anything like what I thought it would be." Inan had expected bloodshed, perhaps a fight, but he'd found none - at least none that hadn't been spilled without consent.

[violadives]

@wardercloud location: depression cave, summer court notes: where's the beach?

Grateful for her own breadth of freedom, none of the witches or now fey that Viola had gone into contract with had been particularly controlling. Valentina had been a close friend, then something more, and Vincenzo was more like a son to her than anything else. Either way, Viola had always been deeply protected of those she forged an agreement with. "At the risk of sounding condescending," Viola appraised the space one final time before her eyes landed on the warder, "is this all you do all day?" She expected that to change because while the elf was unique in their own way, they could only serve as a measure of entertainment for so long. Viola had been conjured, given physical form once more and she had no intention of watching this creature rot away before her very eyes.

[ganymedex]

@wardercloud location: Woven notes: Cloud ate their customer

While Ganymede didn't really remember much, he did remember his conversation with Uriel and Adatiel, then of course the stranger who'd picked him up off the floor of that pharmacy. However, Ganymede was a master at suppressing his own trauma so he'd completely blocked out how mean Levi had been when they threw him in that river of lava. When he returned from globe trotting with Apollo and Diana, mostly Diana but Apollo did seem to show up sometimes, things were more or less back to how they'd been before... He never heard from his kids, and he never heard from Ulthar no matter how many voicemails he left. That was okay though, that was completely fine, everything was gonna be just a-okay. "That's-" Ganymede had wandered into Woven and saw several shredded packets of blood, looked like Cloud had gotten hungry... Very hungry. "um, that's a lot of blood."

[chrysacr]

@wardercloud​ location: Woven notes: coworkers workin’

Chrys hadn’t gotten over how quiet the city had gotten following that fey’s little... Demonstration. Spirits and souls alike just completely wiped out. You’d think the banshee might have wailed, but it wasn’t like death, they were just there one second and then gone in the next. He knew this was a sore spot for Cloud, that they and the fey responsible were connected in some way, but Chrysaor didn’t press. It wasn’t his business. “Have you ever met the owner?” Chrysaor asked as he sat in front of the loom, occasionally dejected that he put so much work into these textiles, only for the elusive owner of this place to take most of the profits. “You’d think they’d show up once in a while.”

[beaubartley]

Releases this humble OC into the wilderness.

I have an idea. For a comic. They’re a part of it. I don’t have much more than that.

[ganymedex]

@wardercloud location: Fey Forest, Lupercalia notes: this isn't a date

Ganymede wasn't smart, he wasn't creative, and he wasn't very realistic. He was the naive, favourite, and spoiled son of King Tros who denied every suitor that came knocking for the Prince's hand because nobody was good enough for Ganymede. Ganymede's brother had founded Troy, and still, the younger of the two could do no wrong. Ulthar was a God, a God of Gods: King God, mighty Zeus on his Olympian throne. Ganymede's father hadn't had a choice, but back then the Prince had just been happy to feel chosen by someone so important. To finally fall into romantic love that had felt as real and as genuine as Ganymede had thought it should. He'd never seen his father again, or his brother, and he hadn't been able to visit the city that came to be the focal point of so many compelling stories: Paris, Helen, Patroclus, Achilles, Hector, Cassandra, Odysseus, and so many more. He'd asked to attend the funerals, a request that was denied, his place was at Ulthar's side. People were always kinder and more complacent towards Ulthar when Ganymede was around.

Cloud was pretty uppity, Ganymede wasn't used to it but he liked it. They asked him places, that Christmas party, now this wolf thing - it was pretty violent though, which Ganymede liked less. The lycans were rude too, belching, fighting, and cussing all the time; Ganymede didn't know how people could stand it.

"I just want to be very clear about something." Ganymede said as he walked the length of a log and put one foot in front of the other, "We're friends, right? Just friends?" Technically the aspect was still married and with any luck He would come back and make everything right. "I have a husband, Ulthar, and He's a God so I don't want to give you the wrong idea."

[ganymedex]

@wardercloud location: Rome's Ruins notes: do u per chance have a spare shirt I can borrow :pleadingemoji:

That had been awful. Just awful! Ganymede wheezed a little cough after all his skin had come back on, how many times had he died? A lot. So many. TOO MANY! None of his kids had even bothered to come looking for him, they'd all just left him there to burn and burn and burn forever. His crown was destroyed, the bow and arrows that Diana had given him was destroyed. His clothes were completely ruined and Ganymede's whole chest was out. Arms folded to conceal his modesty, he'd prayed for days for Ulthar to come and save him but the God hadn't come. Maybe Ganymede really was just pathetic, waiting for a man to save him who'd- who'd done- no, he couldn't even think about it.

Everyone was fighting but all Ganymede wanted to do was curl up into a ball, shut his eyes, and try to go to a happy place. So that's exactly what he did: his happy place was always the same, he was hosting a dinner for all his kids and his grandbabies, he had a table big enough for all of them and he even knew all of their names. Their likes, their dislikes, some of them were picky eaters and Ulthar was always telling him not to coddle them, but he did, and he made all their favourites so everyone was happy and nice to him. Ulthar would see what a great homemaker he was and would hold his hand over the table after dinner was done, he wouldn't say much but Ganymede would know that he was happy too. And nice.

Laid there in the ruins of what might have been a pharmacy at once point, Ganymede had succeeded in completely dissociating in a ball on the floor. Deluding himself to a point where he just laid there in a ball with a smile on his face. Someone's voice pulled him out of it and when Ganymede opened his eyes he saw someone kind of just standing there in armor dripping in - was that blood? It was very cool looking. "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you; I was in my happy place."

[beaubartley]

More Cloudstarter sketches.