#ravensruin

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This week’s bookish blog: @ravensruin

Name: Fennec.

Age: 20.

Lives in: Canada.

Favorite books: Our Wives Under the Sea ; The Salt Grows Heavy ; When Among Crows ; Ring Shout ; The Boy Wonder ; Ninth House.

Unique blog features: Intro & Tags Post.

"they/them | lv. 20 🏳️‍🌈🇧🇷🇨🇦 artist, poet, scholar, dreamer"

[gautier-philanderer-blog]

The Scare He Deserves (Henry)

Glimmers of the sunset rollicked through the dwindling canopy of the...oaks? Maples? Sylvain would have stopped keeping track if he even had in the first place. Frigid winds bit at exposed flesh, chapping and reddening his already ruddy face. The breeze whistled past, carried the scent of the earth - aromatic, with a slight hint of decay. The forest was a work of art to Sylvain’s senses, crafted by the gods and goddesses.

It was the harvest season. Apple orchards were fruiting, which meant there were apples to be had. Apples to be had to make pies and other treats to impress girls. Boys too, but that would be secret. He knew of an orchard not far from here - he had spotted it, though he never actually went in there. He would have to find the owner, or warden, and ask. He wasn’t about to steal apples from somebody.

The clearing ahead gave way to the orchard, replete with trees of many apple varieties. Sylvain clutched the wicker basket in his hands in glee, already taking tally of how many of each variety he would take home. He had to put that aside for a moment - he needed to find the owner.

He wandered the orchard for a while before encountering a shack. Rickety, look like it’d fall apart if someone so much as breathed in its direction. He could already grab hints of mold and mildew just by standing several feet away. Did he dare open the door?

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Familiarity [Event: Limstella & Henry]

@ravensnruin continued from here [x]

Loud and jarringly unexpected, the laugh sends an uncomfortable shock through Limstella and the beating of their own heart enters their awareness. They lift one hand to their chest and feel it on the other side, beating like those of animals they had caught before. Was this… fear? They glance toward the man and the first thing they notice is his teeth.

But he does not attack, and instead keeps prattling on between chuckles. Slowly, Limstella’s beating heart edges back out of consciousness, but they are no less perplexed. Having introduced himself as Henry, he asks for a name in return, and Limstella hesitates.

They had been labeled by Lord Nergal, but never had they been asked to give their name before. Never had they thought it their name before.

“I am called Limstella,” they finally answer, but it feels strange to have that amount of agency, to be in possession of themselves. Their hesitation creates another beat of silence as Limstella stares at Henry, deducing what they can from his presentation, and puzzling over the importance of a name.

They recall the vitriol Sonia had spat at them before, that puppets were not to address humans so casually, but it is Henry’s unpredictable behavior that ultimately drives Limstella to venture a question in exchange:

“Shall I address you by a title?” They did not want to be struck for trespassing on some social nicety.

[dreamsofknighthood]

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▼ - Try to scare or startle a friend/loved one

Forsyth hummed. “I see no reason to do so,” he said. Some of the younger, more frivolous soldiers found it amusing to pose as a Terror, jumping out from around a corner or from behind a box in this rat-infested hideout they called home.

Forsyth found it rather immature - this was not a place for games.

[saintedscribbles]

Spiders & closet monsters?~

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?

Later in life Genny’s spouse tells her that she is fighting a futile battle as she scoops up beetles and gently sets them in the back garden. It is a consequence of living in the desert that many bugs make their house their home as well. Often Genny had to shake them out of her shoes before she abandoned her boots for sandals. Better to find a beetle than a scorpion though. Scorpions died a quick death (not to mention were a easy, delicious snack when roasted) and Genny had perfected the art of precision fire magic on small angry targets.

Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?

Genny is a terrible liar. She wears her feelings on her sleeve and doesn’t hide very many things about herself. The things she feels the need to hide, she does so by omission rather than outright lying. A laugh here, a change of subject there, Genny has had long practice deflecting questions about her love life. Her tastes run older than many would be comfortable with and she has no desire to have that discussion with anyone but her paramour. By the time she’s happily married and settled down in the mercenary kingdom, most people have stopped asking.  

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🎁, 🍟?~

│🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?

I haven’t chosen a date for Lilina’s birthday yet, but she does celebrate it. Hector loves his child, so I would assume he’d throw grand parties for her when she was a child. Some of these were her favorite memories, but the parts she loved most when she was able to dance with her father. After the war, I think she would still celebrate her birthday, but mostly with those close to her. Grand parties wouldn’t be the same without her father.

│🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could?

Lilina’s not the type to really worry about her body. She’s more focused on other things, such as her studies and working on her leadership skills. Maybe if she had a crush on someone, she would be fretting over if she looked nice, but in a time of war it’s basically an afterthought.

[fightdriven-blog]

Surprise & Luck?~

Surprise: How good at they are keeping a surprise party secret?

I’d say pretty good tbh, Ephraim’s not very emotive in general so I doubt he’d give anything away from his face. He also doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’d plan surprise parties, so I think that would give him an edge. (It’s also possible that he’d just straight up forget about the party, in which case it would obviously be difficult to get information out of him...)

Luck: Do they have a good luck charm/number/color?

Does Siegmund count as a good luck charm? In all seriousness, nah, I don’t think he really thinks about luck as a general rule. Problems can either be solved with his own skills or not at all. I suppose he probably has gifts from Lyon and Eirika that he holds dear, but not really in a luck sense -- more just for sentimental value.