"Sometimes I worry about you! You really need to loosen up a little bit. Did you know that being constantly tense can lead to just being lackluster. And trust me, that is definitely not a pleasant experience, from what I've heard." Honestly, Mirèlha, that's hardly the most persuasive way to get someone to relax.
As the rain poured down, it created a lively dance of pitter-patters on the roof of the gazebo where they stood. Mirèlha suddenly gathered her white skirt in her hands. Then, without a word, she stepped out into the downpour, letting the cool water soak her completely. When the chill droplets reached her face, she instinctively pushed the water back with her hands, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she registered the chill.
Blinking rapidly against the pouring rain, she turned to Fannar, a filling laugh escaping her lips. "Okay," she admitted loudly, her voice slightly breathless, "it is a little chilly, but I promise you won't dissolve!"
Gabriel is a Libra! October 5th \o/. He doesn’t really care about astrological signs and horoscopes and all that however. Some Libra traits he has are carrying grudges forever, social, loves the outdoors, diplomatic. Gabriel was more interested in the Chinese Zodiac when he learned about it than the Western Zodiac, although he’s not quite sure how he would fit into it as he can’t even remember his birth year and it’d be a lot of calculating to figure out which animal that was even if he did. He’d likely use 1905 as his ‘birth year’, which would make him a Snake (fitting, with the Ophiussa myth and the serpent imagery on the coat of arms). Also I’m laughing that it says for unlucky colors: white, gold, brown. Half his clothes are white or brown and he wears gold earrings half the time. Some fitting Snake traits for him being passionate, smart, sympathetic, humorous, nonchalant (VERY), and jealous. However his interest in the Chinese Zodiac faded due to his complicated relationships with China and the fact he’s just not interested in astrology in general.
snapchat + filter
Thank you to @stadslichten for the adorable idea of Gabriel struggling to learn Snapchat because I LOVE IT. Bear with the old man as he tries to overcome his tech incompetence. His favorite filter is the cat filter! He has a picture of it saved away because he thinks he looks pretty good in it. He prefers his photographer’s black-and-white camera over his phone’s camera, he did however learn how to use the phone camera even before Snapchat for the purpose of sending nudes.
dogs
Gabriel is more of a cat person than a dog person, but! He once had a dog as pet during his lifetime. This was as Lusitania, little Marinus adopted a stray dog he found trying to steal bread in the marketplace. As a stray who also had a habit of stealing bread, he felt an instant connection to the poor dog and named him...Canis. Latin for dog. He named the dog Dog. Little Marinus wasn’t too good at coming up with names yet, forgive the poor boy. But he loved little Canis with all his heart, and fed him scraps even when he was hungry. He did his best to keep Canis far away from any fighting he got into as well, and spending time with the dog was a welcome reprieve from the rigors of rebellion. However little Canis was a smart dog (probably nation magic affecting him) and soon figured out his owner leaving often meant his owner coming back hurt all over, so one day he followed Marinus, who got into a scuffle with a Roman legionnaire who’d caught him stealing bread, and the legionnaire accidentally killed Canis when the dog got in between him and Marinus growling. This broke poor little Marinus’ heart, and he wouldn’t have another dog again.
myth
THERE IS...a lot to say here. To start with, Gabriel, or Lugus at the time, cared absolutely zero about the gods of his people. Not the one he was named for, not the head god, not even the god of war. Sometimes he’d participate in the goat sacrifices, or say a prayer with the warriors to Cariocecus (a Lusitanian god of war) before battle. He knew the legends of the horse goddess Epona very well because of his sister Luisa’s (at the time Ebora) insistence on the story of having been born by the goddess. He does admire the myth of Ophiussa (where Greek mariners discovered Port’s coast and gave it the name meaning ‘Land of the Serpents’ because of the peoples’ worship of a snake goddess) and the serpent imagery it inspired in his coat of arms. He learned basically nothing about the Punic religion from his father, and cared even less about it than his own gods.
As Lusitania he played along with the pagan festivals but refused to worship the Roman gods because of how he hated the Roman rule. And then came Christianity, and woo boy. It wasn’t until the Visigoths came in and set up their little kingdoms that Gabriel (Alaric at the time) first started to be faithful, as he had finally gotten away from the Romans, with Rome getting sacked as the cherry on top. So he became a casual Christian up until the Caliphate came in.
Under the Islamic rule, Christians were allowed to still practice their religion but were basically treated as second-class citizens and encouraged to convert. And, well, Gabriel (now Malak) at the time had a tendency to do the exact opposite of what any authority figure wanted him to do. So here he went from a casual to a fervent Christian, and by the time of the Reconquista was a full on Christian knight and threw himself headfirst into his faith.
Here is when he took up the name Gabriel, in part because of his love for the story of the Virgin Mary (also because he’s vain and secretly liked being called angel so Gabriel was a sort of continuation of that). It’s a very powerful story to him and throughout his life he’s venerated Mary as a sort of mother from above. He didn’t really have many mother figures in his life, his mother is a cliff, so that’s how he connected to Mary. Also as a sailor, he was quite superstitious and believed many of the tales of sea monsters and witches and such. Gabriel will also always claim that The Lusiads happened just as written, especially the part where Vasco da Gama’s crew (which he joined with) had an orgy with all the Nereids.
As for today, Gabriel is still a faithful Catholic but has had a few crises of faith over the years and doesn’t go to mass regularly anymore. He got a bachelor’s in classical studies as a way to connect with his roots since as a child he didn’t really pay attention to what was going on outside of fighting Rome. He’s learned all he can about the Celtiberian gods, particularly Lugus where he got his first name, and the Roman god Lusus (who was sometimes conflated with Lugus) where he got ‘Lusitania’ which became an important legacy for him and his people.
You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honourable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.
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Also known as the kinder soulcolor, people with white soulmarks are seen as innocent, childlike, and pure [ lmao, what ]. Most people before they enter adolescence will glow white when around a soulmate, but they will grow out of it in their teen years. It’s the rarest color to have as an adult.
Many people who glow white are treated like children, so they present themselves in an adult like way. They are structured, focus on maturity, and distance themselves from things that bring them joy. They are least likely to share their interests around people they don’t know and are afraid of being patronised.
This type is highly intelligent and appears to prefer being single than in a relationship [ fuck no, he’s lonely as sin and hates it ]. They are often alone, preferring not to bog themselves with unnecessary drama, and have no patience for those who criticise them or their work.
Despite their tough exterior, these people are gentle souls. They often express their interests to a select few they trust, and they spend their time theorising about or analyzing things they enjoy. They are studious and curious, especially when it comes to what makes things work, and have a childlike wonder to them [ what’s with the childlike thing ] despite being so adamant to present as a mature individual.
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well tea, the fact you came back and still want to rp with me is a blessing all on it's own hahahahaha-but all your muses i've interreacted with are absolutely incredible, there's something poetic in each of them. you also have an amazing skills in writing that i sob every time i reply because how??? how do i reply to such a beautiful way of words!!!?? im always in awe of the ideas you come up with and how silly our conversations can end up being. the self deprecation of our muses is how i get by in this comm and i'm so glad you're up with me in that sense ;n; also your aesthetics...that's a whole new post, it's soooo goood.
What a wonderful thought to think about, despite his flat delivery. It gave her a moment to ponder, but with no avail, Mirèlha shrugged as her feet played against the sand, forming shapes as they spoke. "Every day it seems," she admitted before looking up to flash a gentle smile. She felt lucky that way, always waking up without dread. To her, she could not imagine what a life was like without sunshine. "I go to sleep tired and then wake up with pure joy. It's nice to be able to live each day, oui?" A simple sentence, but a good one nonetheless.
"Don't you?" she asked, curiosity filling the space between her words. It was one of her downfalls; she had a hard time understanding. "You know...do you not wake up happy?"
Resi stood in the soft golden light of a Bavarian afternoon, looking out over the rolling hills, the scent of fresh hay and earth mingling in the air. Her fingers gently traced the edges of a delicate glass of Weißbier, letting the sun catch the amber hues. It had been a while since she’d seen Fannar, and she was more than ready to share a quiet moment with the Icelandic personification.
She straightened her dress, the cool breeze tugging at her hair, and with a small, contented smile, she sent a message. "Fannar, it's been far too long. I’ve missed your steady presence and your… unique perspective on things. How about you join me for a drink? The sun’s perfect for some conversation."
The glass in her hand was a small gesture of welcome, but the words she’d written were a promise of something more. She set the phone aside, folding her hands on the table, waiting with a soft anticipation that only his company could ease.
