😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? (Quiys)
Quiys has never had a romantic relationship, so as far as a poor sexual relationship goes, it was probably some nondescript prostitute who failed to deliver to Qui’s expectations.
All- What is your favorite holiday, if you have any?
Costumes, games, revelry, songs, drinking, a good excuse to show more skin than usual, a lack of insipid sincerity—what’s not to love? Athrë’s favorite holiday is Mad King’s Day by a mile.
Though it’s only come around once so far, Fiatri has very fond memories of the Dragon Bash festival. The decorations, candies, and costumes were all fantastic, and she could play Dragon Ball until she falls out from exhaustion. Now that Mordremoth is dead she hopes everyone will be willing to eventually do it all again. The Lunar New Year comes in as a fairly distant second.
Considering the person he is—kind, tactful, and gentlemanly, that is—it should be more or less easy to guess that Finn best enjoys the holiday centered around togetherness and leisure. Wintersday is a time when he can afford to slow down, sit in ease with his closest friends, and have lovely conversation over a warm drink.
Quiys has never paid much mind to holidays or special occasions of any sort; in fact she has faithfully chosen to spend them all in the field with her eye down the scope of a rifle. It helped assuage the pain of missing her lost pod twin, Llucia.
With only two years to speak of and both of them entirely terrible, Saaferah hasn’t yet decided which holiday she loves or loathes the most.
Quiys is a busy person. She spends her days training hopefuls in the Mists, occasionally scouting, and her nights watching the door (or her back) with her beloved twin. She isn’t at all devoid of wants and desires; it’s only that she’s scarcely able to make time to see to them.
On the few rare occasions that she’s spared some minutes (and wasn’t overwhelmingly depressed or in an amazing amount of mortal danger) she’s had to masturbate quickly in well-hidden public places. That’s probably something of a faux pas, but it’s not like she minds overmuch: When she’s done she immediately returns to keeping track of bullets, rations, and movements. She’s too busy to think on it.
In her younger days she struggled a lot with her image of herself. So many other sylvari are tall, thin, and gorgeously colored; Quiys, by contrast, was squat and straw-toned. At least she had her impossibly long, voluminous vines to redeem her.
Nowadays she’s satisfied with her musculature and height: They helped her survive too many years at war in the Mists. Her color has faded to dun and her vines are long since gone, but she prides herself in her almost disparate appearance.
Not that she’d ever admit to any of that. When asked directly, Quiys says “I can shoot a man in the eye from two miles away in pitch darkness and rain.” A boast, but one made at least partially in jest.
I don’t give a fuck what the menders think. You keep me dry for three weeks and the dam’s bound to fuckin’ break. Maybe if they’d actually done a fuckin’ thing to help or at least put me outta my misery shit’d be different. Way it stands, though, fuck ‘em. Worthless fucks. ‘S not like they’ve never seen the shit anyway. Don’t know why it was some big surprise.
This is why I quit comin’ here.
Three rounds in the chamber. Four days’ rations left. Twelve ribs snapping. One man behind that knoll. Five in the lean-to. Eight hundred in the camp. One thousand sixty-two paces to the bottom. Seventeen years of this shit. Two bullets to end it.
What kind of plant do peanuts grow on? Trees? Bushes? Are they roots? I wonder if they’re hard to grow…I’d like to have some peanut plants. Always have a bag on hand for the birds…
Do you realize how much you’ve changed? The cruelty of each long year is laid plain on your face. Do you remember when we were young? How much light was in the world? How much love?
No rations. Starving to death.
You were my mirror once. We were never beautiful except in our own eyes, but we didn’t care. The world was ours. Life was spread enticingly out before us. All we had to do was stay together.
We’re going to die. We’re going to die. We’re going to fucking die.
You never meant to leave me. I know. I should have never stopped looking for you. Nothing is ever so simple. Things got in the way. We had our separate callings. Because we are the same, we answered. Because we are the same, we carried that pain in the bottom of our souls, quiet and heavy. Deep as a well. Guarded. Precious. The only precious thing left in the world. The only pure thing left.
Fuck this. Fuck this. I can’t die here. Don’t look at me. Don’t fucking look at me.
I am become what made you this way. Have I wronged you in this? Should I have ended your misery instead? We would have been together in death. We wouldn’t have become this evil, this cancer. We wouldn’t swear our allegiance to that which has perverted you so.
Crack crack snap! Why won’t you die? Why won’t you fucking die? Shut up. Shut up! I can’t bear that awful groaning!
You were my mirror once. Now that this darkness flows through me, it will be so again. Do you see it? Do you see how it’s changing me, too? Is this what was intended for us?
It’s everywhere. It’s everywhere. I’ve killed him. I’ve killed him. I’m sorry. I’m just so fucking hungry.
I will waste away with you, Llucia. We will rot and sin as one. I have bent my knees at the altar of our separation, of our damnation. I have partaken of this evil with both hands. I do this for you: fling myself into torment. I join you in this—in all things.
Bury what’s left. They’ll never find his blackened bones. They’ll never know what I’ve done. Tell them...tell them he was bitten by a snake. He fell ill and died. Like a fucking rookie.
When you were young
You lost on everyone,
Then you closed your eyes
And said your goodbyes.
In a year
Or ten I will be there.
I will come for you
When you are on your own.
On a chair
In a room with no one there,
I will touch your hand
And say I understand.
What we lost
Was equal to the cost
Of my skin on yours,
And say you want it back.
If you get time,
Come back and be mine.
If you pass by,
I will see you in the sky.
I hope that you’re told
I was young, now I’m old.
If you pass by,
I will see you in the sky.
