#gialinn

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I wanna say that Gialinn sounds like Cecile Corbel, and that she likes to sing about Kings and Legends and Stories both for herself and for her family, speciailly to Irene. Just imagine these gorgeous and strong flowergirls singing  to calm each other. Lovely <3

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Quiet me - Gialinn calming Giralein down when Mordremoth tries to take over

Aesthetic, angst and healing, three of my favourite things! Thank you.Cw: blood, vomit, and overall horrid stuff. But then there is fluff. And a pic of Gialinn under the read more <3

They will remember you…

The poisoned whispered sounded sweetly against the static background of his own mind. Blood pooled under his nose and in his knuckles, the temptation of fratricide heavy as tar below his tongue.

They will see you…

The bitter taste of jealousy and vomit ran through the back of his throat, as air became fire in his lungs. His teeth raked as his anger bloomed in his guts, churning and turning and  b u r n i n g  everything in its wake.

They will obey you…

His nerves did not registered the pain of Canach’s fist crashing against his stomach, nor the searing feeling of fire leaving his mouth. He realized it was not the blue flame of his name, but a molten bile of fangs and murder, it was his own blood boiling and reeking of envy, of anger, of pure hatred.

Three knights and a crown of thorns. Two corpses and a guardian, alone. Riannoc will be reborn from the splinters and the agony of the waste of space who dares to push you to my absolute embrace. Trahearne will be saved, his body redone with the torn flesh of the she-leopard who stole everything from him. Three knights blessed with my zealous purpose.

“All steel breaks, but mine is the living will of the Corpse Grove“ his whispers taunted and tainted with the jarring echo of the dragon’s will “Servitude would be blissful freedom“. More blows came, cuts and bruises into his bark, the hidden fear in the eyes of his Secondborn brother giving him life, pushing his mind to the maw of Mordremoth. If only he could rip his heart out for the glory of the dragon, it would be a small sacrifice for the glory of vengeance.

Come to me, my General…

His eyes started to blur and darkness. But the last blow didn’t came, for time stood still around him. Everything was quiet but him. He was dazed, reeling, about to break…

Until he was banished, trapped in his own mind. Where no blood nor anger not hatred. Touched by the endless will of the dragon, but not yet corrupted. The sensations of his body felt foreign, as if his own fire was kept away from him by virtue of wind and ice, time and love and light.

Love and light.

He coughed, but it was his body, not him, the one who was falling into the spiral that led to the Heart of Thorns. He saw all around him the signals of his Mother’s love, for he was in the Dream of Dreams, laying in the fragrant soil of dawngleam pergola. Though he still tasted his own blood, there was a blessed silence, as if he was alone in his own mind. But he wasn’t.

“Dearheart, light of my life…“ another whisper, softer and kinder than any other, shimmered across the wind, a soothing breeze in the fragile dreamspace. Light and love took shape; a red rose blushing with fear and hope, blooming in a garden they have both made within the Dream. He knew her sweet scent and the warmth of her touch, but voice was held by the cruel claws of the dragon, only to come out as morbid bloodspittle.

“Fire of my heart…“

Tears like crystal fell down the cheeks of his beloved Gialinn, his dusk rose, she of fire and love and kindness. She who was the whisper of Pale Mother’s heart, loving and beloved, who held him together when dragon and time took away what they had loved once. Even in the dream her embrace was soft and sweet, her sadness echoing across his heart, stronger than any other voice.

“You are Giralein, the light of my days, born under the full moon of midnight sky. You do not belong to the dragon, and you do not need his power to be a knight.. for you already are one“ Her words gathered all the splintered pieces of his mind, mending it as if broken glass made anew. The air in his lungs became light again, and he trembled in both dream and reality, as seizures of dragon’s magic tried to fracture him once and for all.

“But what if Canach…“ he choked with his own voice “…is right. If I am a lie. I couldn’t save irene. I couldn’t stop Sinéad. And now… I cannot stop myself“ Shadows closed over the pergola, but his beloved held him close, bravery shielding her from the presence of the dragon.

“Fear not this night, dearheart, you will not go astray, though shadows fall still the stars find their way“ Her smile, her love, pure and endless and forever strong, flowed from her lips into his soul, reminding him of who he was, of who they were. The wind around them bringing memories of those countless moments where they had held strong, together. 

And the blessed silence of the dream, Giralein felt something stronger than his creator’s will. The love he held for his beloved, the warmth he shared with his friends, the countless whispers of other dreamers who loved him, who believed in him. And below all of that, the shining will of his Mother, the murmur of Riannoc’s memory, and the certainty that he could fall, but as long as he kept close to Gialinn, no dragon could reach him.

He opened his eyes, and welcomed the light of Tarir and the pain of his wounds. As in the dream, his love held him tight, crying and whispering the words of their mother. Warm and kind, strong and delicate as life itself. Giralein wiped her tears, smearing her face with his blood, sealing with a kiss and a sullen voice the truth that would save him from the dragon.

“I love you“

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I'd date Gialinn in a heartbeat if I could!!!

Oh, the Rose, the beloved combo of nerdy gal/fairytale princess who can and will light people on fire if the situation is dire. Also look at her; she us going all uwu while having a flower in her head. What a gorgeous girl.

Also her route would be of this classic romance, when you have to study stuff alongside her and show her kindness and discover her mischevious side (and her softcoreporn collection). So much cuddles. Lots of cuddles. With more steamy things as an option, by no means a must.

I would date her in a heartbeat too, friend. I feel your feel.

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"Value me" for Gialinn if you want?

I love Gia, I love Irene (@disaster-bi-canach‘s little flower) and I love how they are CUTE STRONG SISTERS. I hope this can warm hearts and make someone happy (Because I kinda did it to make myself happy, now that I need it).

It is by no means my best writing, but I tried, and I needed to do something different today.

The sound of sobs was quiet, floating in the stone halls of the Priory like bubbles of tears and despair. Gialinn knew who was crying, and she was looking for that person; she was not in the classrooms, not in the endless corridors of the library nor in the collections, but in a secluded corner behind all the huge and dangerous findings of Risen wildlife. Ever since the beggining, Irene had been shy, and usually she was a quiet flower, now she was shrinking, trying to be invisible among the dead remnants of Orr.

“Who do I need to slap?“ asked Gialinn, herself shy and soft as Irene “It was the snotty asura girl of arcane development? or the mouthy human of the norn epics collection?“ Irene sobbed even more, and lowered her head, hiding her face behind her ungloved hands. “Oh no“ replied Gia, sitting down close to her, trying to hug her trembling sister.

“S-she said I’m a monster” Irene said with her voice shattered by sadness “I told her to give me my gloves back after she took them, but she just…ran and took them away and…and…” a deep, horrible shriek escaped from her lips as she rose her head to look at Gialinn. Irene looked terrible, her eyes puffy, her face marked by tears “She said ‘nightmare plant’ and ran off yelling. Sh-she said she was going to tell Gixx and Sieran and-“

Irene couldn’t talk anymore, and hugged herself, trying to get away from her sister. Instead of recoiling, Gialinn took her hands and held them softly. “I guess you are talking about the new human girl in the dorms, right?“ Irene nodded, and took her hands away. Gialinn just sighed; her sister was scared, curling into a ball and not allowing her to reach out. it was an awful situation, but she knew how to make it at least a bit better.

She made a solemn pose, as if she was reflecting on the nature of arcane discoveries, and made her voice sound deep and slightly hollow, as if bringing the omens of new and exciting magics. “I do not know her name, nor her story, but I am aware of two things, dear Irene” Gialinn talked with the slow cadence of old scholars and masters, brining to herself the attention of Iene, who could not help but look at her.

“That you are not and have never been a monster…” Irene smiled weakly, looking once more into her scarred hands. “…and that whoever said that to you needs to go and fuck herself“

Irene gasped, and opened her eyes as wide as she could.”W-what?“

“I said that you are not a monster my dea-“

“No, the… the other thing“

“Oh, that she can totally go fuck herself?“

“Yeah…“

There was a long silence, in which Gialinn felt as if something had become loose and soft. Irene looked at her, still wide-eyed, tears still running down her face, though her eyes were beggining to dry. It was unexpected, it was sweet, but not as much as the small giggles that escaped through Irene’s lips. A soft laughter that broke both silence and sadness all of sudden.

“That is terrible, Gia!“ She murmured, covering her mouth with her hand “She is a novice, and she might one day be under our tutelage“

“Well, that makes the self-fuckery mandatory, Irene, don’t you think?“ said Gia, making Irene giggle once more “Monster? Nonsense! You are the kindest, smartest and most amazing sylvari in the whole Priory. Do you remember the endless praise of Iorwerth and Firstborn Kahedins? Do you think a Scholar and a Firstborn would say a lie? No they wouldn’t, not when they have someone as smart as you as a student…“

Irene lowered her gaze and blushed, feeling the praise as a foreign but benevolent breeze upon her cheeks.She did not what to say, but at least unraveled her posture and moved closer to Gialinn, hugging her tightly. “I am scared, Gia, what if she is right? What if I am from the Nightmare and I have not realized it yet“

Gialinn caressed the leaves of her head softly “Nightmare is something that cannot be hidden, Irene. It needs to gou out and show itself, to make the world a worse place for some unknown and malignant reason. It is like the pride, like greed, or like farts“

Once more, Irene giggled “You know I am right!“ her sister continued “We have never met a subtle courtier! There is no such thing as a dormant nightmare courtier, for the nightmare only seeks to destroy and corrupt the Dream, and there is no space for such thing as quietness…  you are perfect as you are, Irene. And there is no way that the evil of others can change that“

Silence engulfed both sylvari sisters, this time, confortable as warm tea. They kept hugging each other, at least until the truth in Gialinn’s words could dispel the pain that Irene felt. One of them was a Dreamer, and the other was a Soundless, but beyond that, an unbreakable bond joined them, and made them stronger in each other’s company.

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Odd headcanon time! :D

So yesterday I was feeling terrible, but is not just the “I feel depressed“ terrible but “My empathy is running fucking wild and everything is UNAVOIDABLE emotional noise and i am reeling and about to break“ terrible.

So yeah, that is why all my sylvari are Dreamers, because they allow me to project this weird state of existence in which you are not-only-you and you feel not-only-what-you-feel, but you are you-who-is-connected-to-all-else and you feel all-feels-and-their-sources-and-inner-outcomes and its... well. Weird.

I think that is what makes Dreamers so darn fascinating. They are not a heroic hivemind, but extremely connected people with an eerie awareness of who they all are as a group of people. They are blessed with knowledge but gloriously burdened with this relentless sense of purpose, and I understand why some sylvari would like to sever themselves from that, and why others would rebel opengly against it, but me? I love it. Quite a lot.

Why I say this? Because I wanted to share, and also because this is totally one of the Main Themes of all the stories of my plant characters, and I can’t have enough of it.

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Tahiel the teen son Canach didnt want but he needed, Irene and her big sister nerding in tombs and being adorbs and deadly, Giralein the Big Brother of Everyone, Gialinn being a Mom, Airon and Violet the creepy and adorable twins. And the passive aggresive fight between Gialinn and Canach for the teen trouble Tahiel, a fight that explodes in the marriage of Tahiel and.. and... SYLVARI FAMILIES AAAAAA

(Just want to note that Canach doesn’t meet Tahiel until PoF and there Tahiel is already a married man)

What fucks me up is that Irene is unable to make empatic bonds the way most sylvari do - that’s it, feeling each other in communion with the Dream because of the messed up shit the Nightmare Court did to her, but she still feels the need to form bonds regardless. She has an adoptive son and brothers and a fiancée and friends from other races and everything is perfect and beautiful.

As for Tahiel, the moment Canach and him met it was like… dad at first sight. They just knew they had too much in common to be comfortable or accidental. Canach doesn’t want a son, and Tahiel sure as fuck doesn’t want a dad, but the Dream works in mysterious ways (?)

And Gialinn just forms empatic bonds so quickly and out of pure and unbounded love and that’s just so sweet??? And she’s so shy and collected but still adopts everyone??? I just. She’s such a gentle soul.

Violet and Airon are so close and their relationship is almost being soulbound to each other and they were awakened in such terrible circumstances but they’re still hopeful and strong and they’re just The Best <3

Our sylvari sons have such a great and complex family I love it