? For Saethy
Send me ❔ and my muse will admit one thing that genuinely confuses them about yours“How can you fall in love so easily and so quickly? I just don’t get it.”
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? For Saethy
Send me ❔ and my muse will admit one thing that genuinely confuses them about yours“How can you fall in love so easily and so quickly? I just don’t get it.”
Saethy is the prettiest priest.
Continuing the subject of characters getting their shit together…
ಠ_ಠ - For Saethy :>
Afternoon came and went in Silvermoon without much to hold Halayn’s attention. He had wandered around several shops in the Bazaar while he waited for repairs to be made to a suit of his armor. The damage was slight, only a few warped dents suffered in a sparring match that played through Halayn’s head as he stepped out of a shop and paused under its crimson awning. There had to be something to do.
He shifted his stare from a passing broom to one fair elf seated on a bench placed between sculpted topiary and one twisted tree. White hair, a youthful face, and a slim frame gave this elf a more fragile appearance, something like that of a bookish caster, Halayn thought with another once over. It took a second glance to discern that this elf was, in fact, a he with particularly pretty features not uncommon to their kind. It was only the purplish makeup dusted over the fair elf’s eyes that had first thrown him.
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a more thoughtful study of this dolled up fellow, and though elves like this were not quite to his taste, he was curious enough to spin a few theories about this one.
“I bet he’s the type to wear ladies’ laces and frills underneath all of that.”
The corner of Halayn’s lips curved up in the peculiar amusement that image brought, and though he wandered a few steps out from under the shade of a store awning, he did not move toward the elf.
“Maybe some other time.”
★ - Saethy
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Saethy -
Did I leave my jar of gold glitter dust there? I can't find it here.
I hope I didn't lose it when I moved.
-V
★ (Daiei) - Saethy
Daiei frowns down at her lap, smoothing the fabric of her dress. "I regret being so mean to Saethy when we first met. I still don't entirely trust him around Thaeldred, even though I know that Thael has no interest in Saethy at all, but at the same time..." She sighs quietly. "Sometimes I wonder if I should apologize to him, but if he's forgotten the whole thing... I don't know."
"What's got you in such a good mood?" - Saethy
V leans against the front door to Saethy’s house, eyes bright, lips pressed tightly together as though the news would just come spilling out on its own should she open her mouth. Rather than answer the question, she dashes across the room, grabs Saethy’s arm and sends a cheery wave to Dinae before all but dragging the blond priest upstairs.
A few moments later, Saethy’s shocked “What!?” floats down the stairs, followed by V’s equally loud, and very excited, “I know!”
"Good Morning" - Saethy
Waking up to somebody petting his hair was not a common sensation, but it was comforting. Sai mumbled something incoherent into the pillows, snuggling down into the warmth of his covers a little bit more before realizing that he didn’t actually recall inviting anybody over the previous night.
Rolling over, he opened one eye and squinted at the slender, girlish man sitting at the side of his bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, blinking at Saethy. “What’re – What are you doing here?”