#denauriel

[arhenadoesart]

buncha shit

[denastien]

"Are you bleeding?"

It wasn't his.  He wasn't sure how to say that the blood wasn't his.  For the time being, the ability to speak eluded him.  Lips sealed, Denastien kept his gaze lowered, staring somewhere at Denauriel's left arm.

Barely skimming five feet on the older elf's easy six, the student arcanist's bearing held all the manner of a meek, timid lamb, right down to the mop of short, platinum curls that fluffed over his head and stopped just short of his jawline.  The bright blonde of many loose ringlets dabbed in red, ruffled awry in a way that would have made Minn'da quite restless.  Red color smeared across Denastien's lip, slowly drying in thinner spotting down his chin.  

In the absence of an answer, Denauriel swept both brother and book bag - the latter over one shoulder and the former in both arms.  Short, unadorned robes fluttered with motion, Denastien's gaze shifting to watch his legs bounce where they crooked over Denauriel's arm.  

In contrast to his thoughtless stare and mute demeanor, his mind was running, filling in that way that brought headaches and made his eyes hurt.  He often likened it to standing in an auditorium before a lecture.  There was no picking out any single conversation, or sometimes even a single word, but they were all around - hundreds of people chattering, even himself sometimes - ... but no sense, no structure, no deciphering of any of the swelling thought in his head.  Little bits and pieces warred for real acknowledgement, the feel of heat and fire too close to his face, uncomfortable warmth spreading over his cheeks at insults or embarrassing taunts.

A vague sense of dread pushed its way forward and he kicked a leg, shoving his hands against Denauriel's chest and writhing his way out of the taller elf's arms and staggering onto the sidewalk.  Academy buildings, some in spires, some in shorter, squatter architecture all loomed over him.  He hated feeling small.

"It was me, 'Auriel.  I did it!"  His voice blew forth in shrill soprano tones that Minn'da adored when sweet and singing and secretly hoped would never deepen once adolescence began to creep its way  - Denastien brought a hand to his forehead, fingers curling in short hair.  Stop thinking things.  Denauriel's confused expression wasn't helping.  Why couldn't he just know?

"What did you do?"

[arhenadoesart]

Rank your characters: best ass. (It's traditional, okay.)

Ruetto by far has the best ass.  It’s round, it’s plush, it’s got padding, it’s a feature that she really takes quite a bit of pride in, as a matter of fact.  She’s got a nice, slightly chunky hourglass shape lately.  And there’s really nothing she likes more than wearing outfits that make it all the more obvious.

Sephar works very hard to have a nice butt.  Good exercise, a killer diet, and an active lifestyle does wonders, really.

If Denauriel could get off his ass and get his life back together, he would probably have the next best butt.  As it stands, it’s got potential, definitely, but he’s not completely there yet.  Soon.

[arhenadoesart]

Rank your characters! (I DON'T KNOW WHAT BLOG TO SEND THESE TO SORRY) Most romantic?

Oh boy, that’s tough.  

Speaking naturally, Denauriel has the biggest romantic streak in him.  He’s probably the only one who’ll be charming and sweet with absolutely no ulterior motive.  If he knows it’ll put a smile on a partner’s face to be given roses or chocolates, he’ll do it just to do it.

On the other hand, Sephar is probably the most connivingly romantic fellow on my character select screen.  He’ll turn the charm up to eleven if he thinks it’ll get him somewhere, and even if it doesn’t, he’ll put up the act long enough to be graceful and then quietly lose interest.

But as far as hopeless romantics go, Sai’bariel is definitely the epitome of a classic hopeless romantic, fairy-tale devouring young lady, often with her head in the clouds, dreaming of some fantasy or another where a charming, rogue-ish but good-hearted fellow sweeps her off her feet and into an airship to be one with the sky.~

Cough.  Maybe she should be on the top of the list.

[arhenadoesart]

that “i just woke up and look a little too much like captain hook” aesthetic

maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s just insomnia