#immortal!verse

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Headcanon

Princess of Thieves!verse

Alanna smokes hookah. It’s relaxing, and she enjoys the traditional and communal aspect of it as well. She often joined her father in his tent when he’d partake—though they both used different herbs and spices to flavour their hookah, and Cassim’s often included hashish—and it’s become a sort of personal ritual. She doesn’t use hashish in her hookah as often as Cassim, preferring other flavours and scents. She also burns incense for relaxation purposes as well.

[therapardalis]

[ @brassandblue​ from here.]

Harry gasped, positively delighted at the suggestion.

“Mary Shell-y! My God, that’s perfect! Oh, he does need a friend, doesn’t he? I was worried he might be lonely in there. And maybe a third for good company? We’ll call him Captain Conch!”

Thera chuckled, noticing that da Pinci had seen movement outside the tank and was eyeballing her right back. “For exercise, we can get them a Nautilus machine!”

Puffing out a breath she straightened up, tucking hair behind her ear. “Seriously, though, I think they are fairly social. And you know, you might be able to adopt some from a rescue, believe it or not.”

[therapardalis]

The tank is massive, meticulously decorated and each material was clearly carefully chosen. And in the middle of it, a little hermit crab. Harry is practically bouncing on his heels like a proud father. "I named him Leonardo da Pinci!" (Immortal!Sir and fluff!)

"Awwww!!" Was it weird to be making goo-goo eyes at a hermit crab? Probably. Did Thera really care? Not in the least. She ignored how silly her own reflection might have looked as she peered through the glass into the da Pinci Manor.

"That's a big house for one little crab ... you should get him a friend and call her Mary Shell-y."

[therapardalis]

[Intimacy Meme from @toodamnloyal​.]

31. Reading books together - 55. Sleepover. ------------

Shakespeare and Company, Paris ...

“Believe it or not,” Thera sat down, setting a mug of hot chocolate to one side, “this time I was actually here first!” She could think of a few people who would raise an eyebrow at that - it wouldn’t have been the first time an apartment had won her over because it was only a few blocks from a bookstore, but she’d bought her place on Rue de Cluny long before.

She tucked up her feet on what was probably a day-bed under the rich brocade throw, a Jane Austen anthology and Anne Bronte’s Tenant of Wildfell Hall close at hand. Three cats were already ensconced at the end, curled up on her sleeping bag, and with the main lights dimmed for the night their little enclave among the shelves was a lamp-lit world away.

“Have I told you about some of the stuff I’ve found in the ‘rare book’ section here?”

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I’ve Just Seen A Face

@finestprize

Alanna often made a habit of playing her guitar in the park near her apartment complex when she needed a break from schoolwork and recording. And why shouldn’t she? It was something she enjoyed, the people passing by enjoyed it, and busking was a good way to earn pocket money. All in all, the perfect way to spend her free time.

When the setting sun glared off the windows of the building across the street and shone into her eyes, however, she took it as a clear sign she needed to stop and head home.

The clasps of her guitar case clicked into place, and she slung a strap over her shoulder and turned--just in time to stumble back a step or two as she almost ran headlong into someone.

“Shit! Sorry, I--”

She nearly choked on her words as her gaze met a pair of dark eyes, of a shade so gorgeously deep, liquid brown she felt she could drown in them.

Son of a jackal.

She knew those eyes. She knew the face they were set in.

But it couldn’t be. The woman in front of her couldn’t possibly be the one Alanna remembered. Too many lifetimes had passed. Too many centuries. She just couldn’t be--

Alanna realized she was staring and quickly glanced away. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to get in your way,” she quickly apologized. “I didn’t realize there was anybody so close to me.”

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Headcanon

Immortal!verse

Thanks to her djinni blood, Alanna has more than just the pyrokinetic ability she’s showcased. While she doesn’t have all the abilities a full-blooded ifrit or other djinni might have, she does have the ability to heal any wounds not caused by any of the djinn’s weaknesses (see the Djinni Mythology post for more info on that), and she can astral project in order to communicate.

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Same Faces, Different Places

@tellme-your-wishesthree

Being Immortal wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Not even close. She didn’t even get to live forever, instead dying over and over again and living a new life each time. The only good things about it that she could see were that she had her father with her in each life, and that she never knew where each new life would take her.

The latest one happened to have brought her to Heian-kyō, capitol city of Japan’s Heian empire, some time between what Western civilization would call the tenth and eleventh centuries. She’d been born Keiko Himura, the daughter of a wealthy silk merchant, in this life, but even in a position of relatively high status, she always chose to go to the market herself instead of sending a servant or waiting for other merchants to come to her. Which was how she found herself, one fine spring morning, in front of a stall with bonsai and flowers on display, where she saw a new face. A very handsome face. One that struck her as very familiar, but most definitely did not belong to the vendor’s son.

“Ohayō gozaimasu, Himura-chan,” the elderly man greeted her with a smile and a respectful bow, which she returned.

“Ohayō, tenin-san,” Alanna replied. “Who’s your friend? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here before.”

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Verses Update

Immortal!verse

Alanna’s an Immortal, the daughter of an ifrit and a human woman. She’s not exactly what you’d think of when you hear the word “immortal”, though. She doesn’t get to live forever. No, she dies. Repeatedly. In her first life, she was the daughter of Cassim Ababwa, an ifrit who had fallen in love with a human woman named Marjanah, the princess of a kingdom known as Lusus. Which in turn made Alanna a princess. She was eight years old when her mother fell victim to an illness her father’s magic couldn’t cure. Marjanah died a year later. Alanna discovered she had inherited a bit of her father’s magic when she was thirteen, protecting herself from an assassination attempt. She’d instinctively set the wanna-be assassin’s sleeve aflame, and they’d fallen from her window in panic. When the time of her first death came, however, no amount of magic could protect her. Not when the blade that pierced her heart was silver. One of the few things djinni magic is powerless against. But she was reborn in a different time and different place, and her father found her again, and he’s a part of her life in some way every time she dies and reincarnates, so she will never be alone in her immortality.