Genuinely sorry I've been not posting or like, on Tumblr at all recently btw uh just a whole LAWTTA stuff has been happening and I'm ngl this blog has been on the back burner bc personal stuff just sucks LMAO BUT ITS THE 20TH AND I SAID I WAS GONNA PARTICIPATE IN @tes-gala !!!!
Special thanks as ALWAYS to @pocket-vvardvark my beautiful wonderful lovely pookie bear shmoopie pie for this look at Cirwedh's gala fit 🫶 our girlie here is styled as none other than the Spinner themselves Y'ffre, and you bet she rode in on a big ass bear.
I like 2 think this is what she looks like at the start of the event, fresh and floral and bright, and as the day goes on her dress slowly starts to unfurl further, like a flower blooming, and THEN it wilts, and underneath her dress is ANOTHER outfit that's more visceral and raw, mirroring muscle and bone and the more bloody wild side of Y'ffre's natural order. She has like, illusory scars and markings and stuff to make it look even cooler and her leaves are on full display, overgrown and sprouting flowers n stuff to contrast the otherwise gory look.
AGAIN sorry for this being late and also the first thing I post in forever I died a little and I'm crawling my way out the mf grave w the new update so patience pleasssssssss I beg 😭🙏🩷
AHHHHHH THABK YOU AGAIN @pocket-vvardvark I AM OBSESSED. we finally get a look at the girls together AND it's size accurate??? Cirwedh is barely 5ft so imagine how big Glad must be OUGH the sleeping piles are immaculate. Anyway literally everything about this is perfect and I'm so happy people are drawing Cirwedh naked bc she really does hate clothes LMAO
She's here <3 She is so pretty this was so fun to do! Sunk a little mention of houseguest Fenn because that is big news!!! So glad he's home with her now <3
I hope you like her <3
OH MY GAWDDDDD thank you so much bro I am in TEARS
Okay so VAREN fuckjng corporates and greets Cirwedh after she's said her goodbyes to everyone and left Scarp Keep. They have this conversation (although Cirwedh isn't giving dead fish) and Cirwedh kinda gets fucking paranoid LMAO she's like bro I JUST had to experience that shit all over again like yesterday can you PLEASE not tell me that I have to watch out for more Daedra bullshit. She admittedly doesn't know a whole lot about Sotha Sil let alone the Tribunal at ALL even though she literally was Almalexia's servant for nearly a month LMAO
She goes to the only place she knows she'll be able to find out information on Sotha Sil and Boethia specifically (since Varen mentioned her by title). Morrowind. She buys passage to Ebonheart the next day and that's where she's been spending those two years between the release of Orsinium and Morrowind. Holed up in her apartment in the city brothel/inn and and going over tomes she has read to her w the help of a spell Gabrielle crafted for her. Here's the outfit heading into the Morrowind prologue and I'll give another update when she's in Vivec and has been given new armor
Soft music and indistinguishable chatter filled the air around her as Cirwedh stepped onto the balcony of Beragon's townhouse, Gladriel in tow as the previous noise died down.
All eyes were on her as Beragon began his toast, and when they all called her name, one voice, in particular, caught her ear. Standing off to the side with his hands clasped behind his back was Fennorian, Ursilia standing beside him and conversing with some Skingrad noble the Count must have brought; glass of wine in hand. Their eyes met, and while the rest of the party faded they shared a moment of relief, having found each other amongst strangers. They would have time later, but Cirwedh could already feel herself being pulled in different directions as those gathered clamored for their chance to thank her. For what? they'd never remember.
Cirwedh weaved through conversational checkpoints like a needle and thread, exchanging clasped hands and well-practiced pleasantries until the sun sank low behind the trees, and the last few people trickled back into the townhouse proper (to continue the party somewhere with more food, she was sure). She had settled into a heated debate on the floor with Gladriel when the sound of her name caught her attention, just in time to see Ursilia close the door into the parlor. Fennorian was just as soon crossing the floor and pulling her into his arms. For a second, Cirwedh thought she smelled strawberries.
"I've been waiting all afternoon to hold you." the sentiment had her knees weak. As she pulled back to look him over, she noticed just how nice his clothes were. Fennorian had ditched the leathers altogether and instead opted for silken pants and a tunic, both dyed black and accented with silver closures that matched the coffin dangling from his neck. An almost opulent vest of deep maroon and scarlet florals brought it all together, visibly aged but still a fine piece of clothing. He noticed her staring and spoke up, "It was Verandis'. Seen plenty of court intrigue and ballrooms, I'm certain."
"And I thought I'd overdressed." A sparkling laugh spilled from her lips as she smiled and cupped his cheek with a sprouting hand. The only thing Alea had told her was to dress finely—well, as finely as she could, considering how she'd been covered antlers-to-toes in everything by the time she had returned to the city—so she draped herself in borrowed silk and leather, keeping it all on with living vines and the same blooming peonies she'd seen growing in the Skingrad gardens. Vibrant leaves and scars covered whatever skin was exposed, and beneath them lay enough freckles to make the stars envious.
"Considering some of the collars here were bigger than Glad's head, I'd say we're doing about average for this place." This earned a light chuckle. Somewhere below them, a gentle melody played, and muffled cheering could be heard from some other part of the city as people danced in the streets below. The arms around her tightened before releasing, and Cirwedh watched with a raised brow as Fennorian bowed deeply, eyes never leaving hers as he extended his arm for her to take.
"Would you give me this dance, Love?" a single pearly fang peaked from behind smiling lips. Small flowers crept up her antlers, and a deep blush settled across her cheeks as she took his hand and fell into his arms once more. The movements were slow and fluid, similar to a waltz she'd seen before in Alinor but never tried, and the setting sun painted everything golden as the stars shone like diamonds in the hazy dusk.
"I'm sorry I waited." She felt a pit of guilt begin growing in her gut. "I Saw Ursilia just standing there, and I think if I had gone over, she would have left with a few nasty scratches."
Fennorian sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I know she's told you she's using my guilt over the engagement—I'll take that up with her later—But we did burn a lot of profitable stock. The least I can do is make sure the vineyard's workers are properly safe." He squeezed her hand in assurance and pulled her closer before, somewhere in the distance, a loud snore from Gladriel interrupted. Laughing breathily as he held her near, Fennorian dipped down to capture her lips in a kiss full of love and shared longing. Yes Cirwedh had given some rather colorful opinions on the Lady, but here, on this balcony, she remembered why she'd put up with that blighted vineyard in the first place.
"If she takes any more than what is owed, what you feel is owed," her voice was a raspy whisper as she spoke against the soft skin of his lips, "I will turn her into soup." She pecked his cheek, mischief dripping from her tongue.
"I'm sure she would taste awfully bitter, my dear." His eyes glinted, reflecting in them a shared amusement as he shook his head.
"That is why I'll feed it to her, of course." her eyes wrinkled as she flashed her signature sharp-toothed grin.
Fennorian's chest rumbled against her with warm laughter as he spun her around and took her hands in his own, kissing her deeply once more. She had mourned the Paths not taken; it was true. But here, in the heavy, humid air that smelled of strawberries and peony, Cirwedh felt in the hands of her lover that she'd made the right choice.
IM FUCKING LOSING IT ANYWAY THANK YOU @saatoruus FOR ALWAYS SEEING THE VISION AND MAKING IT MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I COULD EVER IMAGINE MWAH MWAH I LOVE U FOREVER
Thank u so much @pocket-vvardvark AGAIN I am so incredibly happy I love every single piece you've made for me and I appreciate the time you spend making her so beautiful in every piece. This is probably one of my favorites I'm not gonna lie, it is so pretty and just KNOWWWWW Fenn is off camera looking down like how did I get so lucky 😭 her leaves in this btw? SO PRETTY OUGHHHG I wanna run my hands thru them so bad
