#misorastraus

[maxikha-ffxiv]

💬 : What community did you start RPing in?

Actually was FFXIV. Community felt welcoming enough that I took a shot

[shroudkeeper]

((Prompt: "What does your muse think is my muse’s most attractive feature?")) --Posture-- Misora stole a glance at Rivienne on the rare occasions they crossed paths at Sword of Justice headquarters. The Elezen was indeed a mysterious woman, but it was Misora's job to help her and offer her work if need be, not to speculate on her enigmatic nature. She knocked on the door to Rivienne's private chambers and offered a gift of pretty bottled holy water and a few protective talisman. (1)

As they exchanged a smile and a few words, Misora watched in awe of how the tall and glamorous woman carried herself.  Something about her poised shoulders and elongated neck made her appear so collected and in control.As Misora departed and she heard the door close, she practiced her own posture.  Shoulders back, chin up. (2)

Rivienne was statuesque, though one can give compliments to her late mother for such. She was elegance embodied, and though she lost her status within Ishgard, her mannerisms resembled that of the noblesse. It was a lesson that her mother always chastised the now maiden of the woods. 

‘Stand up straight now, do not slouch thy shoulders, chin up, Rivienne, please. ’

For a child in her youth, who often found herself in the company of beasts rather than her own, this was torment. Yet, Rivienne took her lessons to heart and listened. And now, in her own way, she was giving a lesson to one Misora Straus. 

Their visits were brief and at times short; Rivienne often took to the woods and handled ordeals on her own, silently, but she was not a stranger to the mansion. She would come across a few souls, and by chance would be caught by Misora when she was in passing. The woman had holy water bundled for her in silk and even a talisman, one that she would keep on her person.Their exchange was always pleasant, though when it came time to leave she caught sight of the hyur and could not help but smile.

She reminded her of her younger self, many a year ago.

Without the words needed, Rivienne’s languid gait to a halt behind her, and with a guiding hand placed on the woman’s back, she corrects her posture to make her appear tall, a trick she learned. A hand, warmed by summer, reached around and gingerly took her chin to lift it lightly, not too much to cause discomfort. 

And, just like that, she soundlessly stepped back and gave a smile as her eyes slowly turned to the door; the maiden made her way to it as quietly as she had entered through it this morning.

@misorastraus

[divine-ruin]

Fears / Iria Nicholaides

Bold what makes your character scared.

Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. fame. peace. steady life habits. routine. being looked down on. responsibility.

Tagged by: @misorastraus / @eligos-venator (Love you both so much!)

Tagging: @gaggle-of-dorks-ffxiv @cadrenebula (Lance and Keaira) @zhauric (Cyren) @chocoboinspectorbalduin @ahlis-xiv @technicallysalem @quirkycoterie @nocturnedreaming @herd-of-halla @jadestormbrand @dantestormbrand @thevoilinauttheory and YOU.

[asraha]

👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up! ☺ I love our muses’ relationship! Nari and Sraha were an instant hit but I am really enjoying what we've been developing with Sraha and Misora. <3

thank you boss, you’re the best!! ;A; I’ve taken a liking to A’sraha picking up after the paperwork when there’s no one to patch up. Here’s to more development to come! 

[shroudkeeper]

❝ Is that… blood? ❞ For Kikyo from Misora, Rarrani, or Nari -- you choose! (You already knew I'd pick this one!)

for @regalblossom

Time warped around her, ripples of reality blending with what he conjured up. She wasn’t sure what was true, except for a voice that called through her cloudiness that fogged her senses. Kikyo’s demure demeanor was intact, even if her mind was elsewhere, but it was that voice that tugged her back to the here and now, where she stood before Misora with the tonberry’s knife in her hand. Glassy eyes were unfocused, dilated even, until she finally blinks and is no longer in her daze.

Blood.

Warmth fell from her fingertip, a rivulet of scarlet pools near her slipper covered feet. When the drops fall, she can hear it echo, as if it was resonating in an empty, damp cavern.

Kikyo doesn’t react, not right away, she stares for a moment and then her gentle features show, slowly, signs of panic as she turns her eyes to Misora apologetically. The knife is placed down carefully, out of the reach of the tonberry who was looking at the blood with concern, though one could not see the emotion written across his face.  She was careful, always so careful. The miqo’te enjoyed cooking and not once had he seen her falter.

So, how did this happen? When .?

Before his thoughts drifted elsewhere, he found Kikyo kneeling and cleaning the blood from the floorboards, hoping that it sunk not into the wood itself. Her gentle smile masked her troubling thoughts as she looked up to Misora from where she knelt and waved embarrassingly with her free hand. A cut, a deep cut she would nurse later. Nothing to worry about.

Except she didn’t know who drew it, or why..

[divine-ruin]

👾 for them posing with their favourite minion/pet(s)

"I would have to say that I don't truly own any pets myself, but if I had to pick a 'minion' per se, it would have to be my fairy Seasaidh (shess-see). Now, mind you, she is not a pet. Far from it, in fact. She is a thinking, free-moving, breathing being. While she is attached to my aether signature, basically an extension of me, she is quite her own at the same time. She has been near me and always close for the past two seasons and I'm grateful to have her. I've even learned her language quite fluently and communicate with her and she in turn is making every attempt to learn ours and has come quite far in doing so. It was her who helped me find my beloved Cyren again and I don't know how I survived this long without her," Ada smiled as she looked up to the illuminated being hovering barely overhead.

((Thanks @misorastraus, love you babe! @zhauric for mentions! Ada, Iria's oldest sister, can be found at @whispering-dawn!))

[kugane-bois]

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

- “What’s there not for me to love? My body is magnificent. It is a temple. I work hard to achieve my form.” The Xaela just grinned, “I’m not that conceited. But I do work hard to make sure I keep in good shape.”

- “I could gain one hundred ponze and I’d still be comfortable with my body. It’s all a state of mind. And my state of mind is honed in such a way that I’ll always like how I am. No matter what I look like. Hell, I could wake up a woman tomorrow and sure it’d take a bit of adjusting. But I would be okay with it, if it were to never be changed back.”

( @misorastraus )