So… about that character not realizing or hiding that they’ve been hurt… prompt for vestra or lana?
(if you still feel like it otherwise completely fine, have a good timezone, mwah byeee)
combining this with @scrollstrash's. thenk for prompts <3
Vestra woke with a choked sputter, triggering a chain of uncontrollable coughs that turned wet in her throat. Wracked with bone-deep pain, her chest spasmed relentlessly, lacing her dust-coated tongue with thick copper.
The torture ended with blood, mucus, and spittle pooling on the floor under her mouth, finally expelling the last speck of dust she had inhaled from this…enclosed pocket of space?
Resting her head in the crook of an arm, she scanned the small space where she lay amid duracrete rubble. Thick grey slabs overhead threatened her death, held back only by a half-broken chrome desk. So that’s what saved her when Zakuulan gunships destroyed this tower around her. Not that it mattered much, if she remained trapped under rubble that held her lower body down.
Vestra wiggled her toes, relieved they could still move. The movement set off some discomfort, but it was hardly noticeable under the constant thrum of pain in her body. She tried to prop herself on both elbows, intending to test the weight atop her, but the effort only made her swoon, and she relaxed before darkness conquered her vision and senses again.
This was not good. She was half numb and half in agony, and she couldn’t pinpoint the source of it. Her best guess was that damned rubble piled on top of her, so she focused on that first. If she had to die, better it be in view of the sky than trapped in this makeshift tomb.
The Force was slow to respond, but she gripped tight every sliver that gathered to her, using pain-stoked anger to crush as much Force as possible into a tiny nexus within her hands. When she’d gathered enough, roiling energy raring to break free, she let it loose.
The explosion rocked the floor she lay on, and she nearly lost consciousness when the debris atop her was ripped away, torso wracked with acute agony. Hands curling into tight fists, with faint ringing in her ears, she heaved to hands and knees, whole body screaming as she staggered to her feet. The world threatened to spin around her, but she forced calm onto her senses and gazed up at the sky.
Judging by the mellow sunlight spilling over her, it should be late afternoon, turning soon into sunset. She closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a full, clean breath of air, before looking around her.
She stood on the third floor of the tower, in a hollow niche she’d blasted out of a slope of debris. Her crew was nowhere in sight, but that didn’t matter. Opening herself to the bond, she felt Lana’s heart leap on its other end, pulling her towards it. She broke into a wry smirk at her love’s dizzying rush of relief. Trust Lana to worry overmuch.
Pain still clouded her head and slowed the dexterity of her limbs, but Vestra picked her way carefully down the rubble, half-climbing in Lana’s direction. Her attention was wholly consumed by the physical exertion, until a shout in the distance tilted her head up.
There they were, jogging up a street ruined by missiles and blasterfire – her crew. Their pace slowed as they stared at her, as if in disbelief, and she took the chance to look them over. Lana, Khem Val, Ashara, Talos, Andronikos, Xalek. All here. Save for the few kolto patches and bruises, they seemed to have survived Zakuul’s bombing run intact.
She called out to them, a jibe for taking so long to find her – before realising their relief had turned to slow, mounting horror. Their pace quickened, trailing after Lana who led the group at a run. Her gloved hand flew up to the side of her grey robes, clutching it subconsciously.
Curious, Vestra mimicked the motion and–, oh. Blood. A hole. Not a small one.
She looked down and saw that ragged hole torn through her side, giving her a glimpse of bloody innards – but they didn’t yield to gravity and spill out, as if they shared her defiant incredulity at the situation. What in the world did that? Was it part of the rubble? That acute pain she’d felt when the slab flew from her…perhaps there was some extrusion that–
The strain hit her then, cutting short her runaway musing. Her insides hadn’t spilled out because she had been using the Force to hold herself together on instinct, keeping herself up and moving. Darth Avriss snubbing her nose at the mortal limits of her own body, playing at invulnerability through sheer obstinacy.
Oh…they’re going to be insufferable.
Lana reached her first, sprinting forward to catch her when her legs finally gave out. Vestra let herself go limp, surrendering to the inevitable fussing and nagging and–
She cried out when Lana lifted her in sturdy arms, setting off a hundred aches in her bones and flesh. Lana carried her to the street and laid her down on the sidewalk with much more care, and Vestra bit on her tongue to keep from lashing out at her rescuers.
Despite the pain, she released her desperate hold on the Force, relaxing as she handed control to the worried faces hovering over her.
“How do you feel?” Lana asked, the rhetorical question spilling out like a bad habit as she touched Vestra’s stomach, beside that blasted wound.
“I’m fine.”
“Your guts are showing, idiot,” Ashara bit at her, kneeling opposite Lana. “You’re not fine.”
“Says you.” Vestra pulled her lips into a smile when Lana cupped her face. Her love’s heart raced beside her own calm counterpart. Funny, that.
Despite Vestra’s stubbornly casual mien, Lana’s expression didn’t lighten as Ashara called on the Force, weaving it around Vestra in preparation for healing.
“I’m fine,” Vestra repeated in reassurance – because she was.
How could she not be fine with these overbearing fools around her?
ppl really sliding in my DMs and immediately ask me to flash my omniblades 😔 take a girl to dinner first
this is my omniblade lamp! the wearable one is pre-ordered and I think ships in December if I remember correctly? all I have to show for that one is a bank statement
- Hircine has many forms he can take, but he prefers to take man-beastly forms. Often has a skull for a head!- Forms at his disposal are besides his own any of his werebeasts and any of his prey. - Hircine likes to speak at level with his champions and worshipers, hence a man/mer sized form is preferable.- His aspects, Strenght and Speed, likewise have many forms to them. The wolf (normal wolf, Werewolf, Skeleton-faced wolf) and the Bear (normal bear, Werebear, Skeleton-faced bear). They can also take human form, but their eyes, teeth and claws give them away.- Having no particular interests in mortals, I doubt there are many demiprinces to his name. But who knows, am I right ;3c ?- To invoke him, one best slays an exceptionally rare prey and dedicates the kill to him. - Hircine chooses his champions based on their skill to hunt- any form of hunt. Physical greatness is not always a requirment, but given his champion is most likely a lycanthrope, its almost a given.- While Werewolves are the most numerous, Hircine likes all his manbeasts the same. - To Hircine, all his werebeasts are siblings to one another, and should not hunt each other- hence why in the Hunting Grounds, are beasts are equal. - Mortals enter the Hunting Ground’s frequently to join his hunting events- and he does not mind that some may stay back forever for falling during the hunt. The rules are the rules. - Hircine applauds the prey that escapes and hence rewards them just as highly as the hunters, if they win.- Artefacts if Hircine always hum with a ravenous energy. - Hircine is also the patron of the hunt for a mate; sexual pursuit. And within it, upmost fairness is just as important to him as in other hunts.- The blood moon hunt is wild and untamed and Hircine relishes in it- yet he remains in control of it, overseeing it all and punishing those who break the rules.I could go on forever but I have to leave class rn so, thats it for now!
i was just chilling and then RENYA ATTACKED- [ask meme]
🍩 | their favourite snack to eat together
Going by ESO's food list to make my life easier... It'll be the Cyrodilic Pumpkin Fritters and Rimmen Raisin Cookies.
🥂 | what would happen if they got drunk together
Ayrenn would wreak havoc, without a doubt lol. Sielaire, wrapped around her wife's finger, will be abetting the chaos and keeping people off Ayrenn’s back.
🏹 | how they would fight together in a battle
No mystery here - very well. They've fought together long enough to know each other's fighting styles and instincts. Coordinating their movements in battle is second nature to them.
That said, Ayrenn is more the one who will forge ahead, acting as spearhead and beacon to her soldiers/allies. Sielaire adapts and covers her weak points, matching Ayrenn's pace and watching her back.
🏆 | their reaction to the other beating them at something
Nonplussed at first (they're both confident, maybe too confident at times), then proud.
Then Ayrenn plots to one-up Sie >:3c
🎨 | their favourite activity to do together
Sneaking away and going incognito for a while. I have Ayrenn doing it a lot in fic cos I think she would feel suffocated by the crown sometimes. It’s a precious taste of freedom for her.
Though their getaways spike Sie’s anxiety to 200%, she does enjoy them because it’s closer to what she’d imagined for herself when she’s married. Just a regular life. That doesn’t revolve around a damn throne of all things. How did this happen? How???
🎸 | the song that describes them the best
Best song still remains 'Sweetest Devotion' by Adele.
🚗 | which one drives and which one picks the music
Sie drives, Ayrenn picks the music. She’ll probably put on such a wide range of genres that Sie never gets bored.
🚓 | which one is most likely to get arrested
Are you kidding?? Definitely Ayrenn lmao. Sie will be in the jail cell right beside her. Mostly because she tries to defend Ayrenn or convince the guards that’s actually, really, totally Queen Ayrenn Arana Aldmeri, Eagle Primarch of the Aldmeri Dominion. You have no right to take her in. Wait. Wait, you can check with the embassy! It's the truth! Why are you taking me too!
Meanwhile Ayrenn's cackling her head off in the background.
🏝 | their ideal getaway
A holiday somewhere far, far, faaaaar from Alinor and Grahtwood and wherever Ayrenn's responsibilities are. Preferably somewhere remote, but not so remote and isolated that Ayrenn can't stroll through town and blend in with the local populace without drawing many glances.
🧸 | which one is the little spoon & which is the big spoon
Sie's big, Ayrenn's little. I like to imagine Ayrenn tosses in bed a lot sometimes, so Sie has to hold her down to get some peace.
🧼 | their feelings on showering together
Ayrenn: "ohohoho. fun. >:3"
Sielaire: "We're not leaving for another hour, are we."
Really though they've done it often enough that it's just another cozy little activity for them. They started doing it so it's convenient to spot and wash off wounds on each other, and later on for casual intimacy, just to feel each other close.
💌 | a love note from one to the other
“Every hour I have spent without you drags by with excruciating clarity. To know that you are within reach, yet kept from my touch by duty, drives me to the point of madness. A queen kept apart from her consort is a tortured being indeed. The only comforts I have are your cats that jump into my lap during meetings, and the knowledge that I will see you again for dinner. Please be there, or I might lose my mind.
My heart, however, I know is safe with you.”
“Your meetings must have been utterly dreary today, to have brought out the heartsick poet within you. As amused as I am by the torture you have endured, I will see you again for dinner. I fear the consequences if our queen is lost to madness.
Mad or not, I will love you always.”
*crashes thru your roof with chocolate dice* tenk u <3
1. Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?
Solistre Velondris. Rogue, Arcane Trickster (though I style her as a Drow Shadowblade in fic). She/her. She's from Menzoberranzan, the third daughter of House Velondris - a minor noble house that was destroyed in their play for power.
She's not a Dark Urge, an easy decision cos I had her since EA and didn't really want to change much.
13. Do you have a favorite character from the Underdark? Is it the same as your Character's?
Hmm I don't really have a favourite character in the Underdark. But I do like Blurg and Omeluum.
Sol doesn't have a favourite, didn't have the emotional capacity to connect with anyone else at that point anyway. Someone was already sapping away her attention.
19. Did your Character spend a night with a companion either the night of the party or earlier? Is it someone they have a continued interest in?
Anyone who's read my unhinged posting knows lmaoo. She spent the night with Shadowheart in Act 1, and will follow through with her until the end. I like to think they have little moments since that date by the waterfall, until they declare for each other after Shadowfell.
Sol had a passing...er, lust for Karlach and her muscles, lowkey flirted, but by the time Karlach could touch people in Act 2, Sol's already got it bad for Shadowheart and wants to know exactly what the fuck is wrong with her.
31. Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story?
Like most Lolthian drow, Sol never hurts spiders (unless they try to eat her first). Even when she was driven to the surface, disfavoured and disgraced in the eyes of Lolth, she still keeps a certain reverence for spiders. Old habits die hard.
She let slip a prayer from her lips after they killed the spider matriarch below the blighted village, and winced from the knee-jerk reaction. The last thing she wants to do is draw Lolth's eyes on her.
44. Asker wants Blogger to choose a question from the list. - 40. Is your Character used to strange dreams from before the events of the adventure?)
Sol's had dreams before, but only vague ones, when she was absolutely wasted from alcohol or drugs. She never remembered them, was never bothered by them. But having that first dream with the visitor disturbed her a lot, so she refused to go into trance until Karlach and Shadowheart staged an intervention a couple of days later.
