#jalon v

[bushelofmuses]

@thilfonir-lavellan || Here

He was...kneeling. Why was he kneeling? He should be running from her or attacking her or...something. Why was he still there? And weaponless?

And Thilfonir looked scared. Was he afraid of her? He'd have every right to be, given what just happened.

"I..." Knowing she couldn't run, and wanting to seem as nonthreatening to him as possible, she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

"...Hope saved me when I was living in the Mire. It wasn't...a rift didn't open above me. I lied. I was dying from the plague and they came through and we joined...I don't know if it was an accident or...and then we were stuck?" Her words were coming out in a rush, trying to get it out before he changed his mind and killed her.

Jalon's voice was small when she begged, "Please don't let them make me Tranquil again...please don't kill me..."

[bushelafterdark]

@skyfiresmuses asked: 「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress for Jalon and Arthur

Subtle NS/FW

The gown was white, with a floor-length, brocade cape. The cape had golden fur around the edges, although Jalon wasn't sure what animal it came from. She thought he would go for her clothes first, instead the crown and hair piece were the first things Arthur removed. His touch was gentle as he carefully lifted the hair piece from her braided bun. Jalon's heart was racing, and her hands were gripping the edge of her cape to keep them from shaking.

Their wedding night, where they were supposed to consummate it. She knew where things went, but not much more than that. Did he know what he was doing?

She reached up and undid the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to the floor. Jalon offered a timid smile, telling herself to be confident.

Be brave. You can do this. It's just sex. It's not like you're going to war. And he's not forcing himself on you; he's taking his time.

She trusted him to be gentle with her, to be...not accommodating, but considerate might be a better word for it. He had been so far, so she doubted he was going to do anything terrible.

There was a silent question in his eyes when he leaned in, and Jalon nodded to him, moving to meet him part way. His kiss was just as gentle and sweet as their first kiss in the church during their wedding. It wasn't chadte, but it wasn't deep yet either. Color still bloomed across her cheeks and low in her belly, a welcome sensation.

So painfully gentle with her...how was she this lucky?

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses asked: "I know it's already been arranged, but let me do this properly. Will you marry me?" from Arthur to perhaps Jalon or Chandler?

Arranged Marriage Starters

She stared at him a bit nervously.

She was never meant to be in this position. Her parents promised her to the church and yet here she was, days after being told there was a change of plans and that she would be marrying him instead of her twin sister. Did he even know it was her instead of Karlie?

"I..." She didn't have a choice. It was her duty to marry him and...represent the family. But God, did he even know? "Did...did they tell you it would be me instead of my sister marrying you now? I'm Jalon, not Karlie. They told you, yes?"

She didn't want him in the dark; if he didn't know he was getting her instead of Karlie, then he needed to be told.

"I'm not saying no, just...I'm making sure."

[bushelofmuses]

@morzzanson liked for a starter

She didn't get out often on her own, but damnit, she needed certain herbs for her potions and she could only seem to find them here. Given how this place was, she probably should have brought Davrin with her, at the very least. He and Assan could have helped her keep an eye out.

Unfortunately, she found herself face to face with a man who looked wary of her presence when she rounded a corner, and Jalon was struck with the urge to bolt.

Instead, she kept her hands up passively, not reaching for her staff or dagger. She wasn't sure she'd win the fight if he started one; Jalon was a healer, not a fighter, although Hope would keep her safe long enough for her to flee if need be.

"I'm just collecting herbs. I didn't mean to intrude."

[bushelofmuses]

@justicemage

"If you're here to help, I can assign you a job. If you're here for help, I'll triage you shortly," she said, not looking away from the gash she was working on. Not initially.

When nothing was said in response, she glanced up and Hope buzzed in excitement. Something was up, but she brushed it off for the time being to focus on her patient. He looked fine. "Job it is. Here. Come put pressure on this for me while I get the disinfectant."

She didn't have too much time for chatting until this patient's arm was healed, and she couldn't magic it shut until she cleaned it. Maker help them if it got infected because she closed the wound around something.

[bushelofmuses]

@the-eternal-sunflower asked: "I'm disappointed in me too. Y'all aren't special."

Comedic Relief Starters

Was Sun kidding or serious?

Jalon offered her usual soft and serene smile. "Self-deprecating humor is...unhealthy at best."

A pause as she mulled over her next words, and then, "I apologize for my rudeness before."

She didn't mean to bring down the mood, and her words of disappointment were on impulse and meant to be a half-hearted joke, more like a mother fondly chastising a youngling.

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses asked: I wish I could hate you. It would make this easier. to Jalon from Mordred!

It was such a strange thing to say. Why would he want to hate her? Had she unknowingly wronged him? If so, she'd like to apologize and make up for it. It wouldn't do for her to have not amend a transgression.

"I've found that hate is easy," she started slowly, unsure of where this was going. "It takes work to love another, to continuously find the energy to care, despite another's faults. Looking past that is a challenge."

They were called to love unconditionally, to make peace with their grievances and move on. It was certainly a challenge, one that everybody fell short of at least once in their life.

God knew that she wasn't perfect by any means.

She smiled kindly, "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name. What should I call you?"

"And...if I have caused you any harm, please tell me so I can make amends." She might not be able to undo whatever the damage was, but she could at least try to make it right again.

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses || Here

She was looking to have a private picnic with a book, but running into one of Arthur's knights was not a terrible thing. With how he spoke of them, they were all good and respectable people. He trusted them, so...she supposed she could too. She'd yet to be given a reason to feel otherwise about them.

Jalon shook her head with a smile, "No, no you do not have to vacate. May I join you though? If it's not too much trouble, other wise, I can come back later...but I come bearing food, and I promise that I can be silent, if that is your wish."

She had a book and the knight could have his quiet time still; or she could, as she offered, leave and return later.