#selunyte

[skelvron-keiman]

Athalia

MY TAV

ART VS GAME

[divinelght]

 🪽 [ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars ― @selunyte ,                ( extensive scar related prompts : accepting )

         "Does it still hurt?" Her fingers ― gentle and practiced, hesitant ― follow the jagged path of a scar that stretches across Eira's throat, almost as if she's trying to will the lesion away by touch alone. She doesn't mean to be so close to Eira (close enough that Aurora's freckled knees, exposed to the cool evening air as she sits cross-legged in the dirt, are nestled against the other woman's). But, she's mindful of the way she leans over to inspect Eira's skin ― mindful that she doesn't exhale directly into her soft features or shift her weight into her lap. Not exactly the paragon of knowing what personal space is, but Aurora never fully grasped the notion to begin with.

         When she asks if it still hurts, Aurora knows the physical ache of the scar is likely long gone. Does the memory of it sting? Are the wounds from your past still your burden to bear? These questions lie unspoken and, when Aurora remembers herself, she drops her hands into her lap with soft smile: a silent apology (for being too close, for the things Aurora, herself, couldn't heal).

[saintsdawn-archive]

the final watch is florence’s preferred. the slow crawl of the sun into the sky and the painted colors of the dawn never fail to ease her troubled mind – until now. “ do you think we could have done things differently ? ”

by now the fire has become low burning embers. she has an unobstructed view of @selunyte. “ any of it, really. ” she adds, thinking eira might press for clarification. “ if given the chance, i know i would have. ”

starter call.

[bezanturian]

dynamic: mawwiage

MAWWAIGE with this precious human cleric would bring a lot of healing to Rhae so pleaseeee. I need this. 

They can have a little cottage outside the city so Eira can still do her good deeds with the refugees and orphans.

[saintsdawn-archive]

i have been in love once before.

epic: the circe saga.

they’re torn between isn’t it wonderful and you poor thing, isn’t it awful, and settle on neither. @selunyte’s admission blends with the sounds of camp. for too long florence is silent, and with the way they stare at the edge of camp, it seems that they might flee this conversation. 

“ i can’t tell if you’re considering it a blessing, or a curse. ” finally, they look. a rueful smile is plastered on their face. “ i guess it could be both, ” they muse. “ it certainly feels that way, doesn’t it ? ”

this is the part where they open an old wound, right? an expression of understanding – if you’re in pain, i’ve felt it, too and more words that would have made them feel sick to their stomach. their hands itch to hold his cloak. “ i’ve been in love, too. it was. . . one of the brightest times of my life. ”

[dalishflame]

Starter Call! || for @selunyte

"Nine Hells girl, hold still or I'm going to wrap it crooked!" As the sun dipped below the trees and their motley bunch all readied themself for another uneasy night's rest, Atreion sat with Eira's hand in their lap, a spool of bandages in their hands and some hooch sitting between them. They were paltry supplies - some disinfectant would have been ideal - but at least Eira could take a swig every now and then to distract from the pain. And Gods, did it look like it smarted: Eira's knuckles were swollen like grapes, the skin split and rapidly purpling. A long rest would be enough for them to get a few healing spells back, but for now they had to deal with Atreion’s rudimentary first aid. Poor girl.

"I tell you, when I wondered how you were going to handle that row, breaking your hand on the cad's face was not what I'd expected."

[izobe1]

@selunyte said: "there is a twisting feeling in my chest, like cloth being wrung dry."

a light breeze ghosted across isobel's face and she closed her eyes, leaning against the railing of the balcony to breath in the night air. there was always something stale to it, something rotting, but she had long since realized that came from within rather than without. her sphere of safety around the inn held true — thank the moonmaiden — and the inhabitants of the inn felt none of the death that plagued the cleric protecting them. that didn't mean they couldn't feel the darkness trying to worm its way past her defenses, however. she shifted her gaze over to eira with a sympathetic smile. "this place will try and erode the light within you," she confirmed, pushing away from the railing to stand straighter, her own concerns pushed aside in favor of finding the words to comfort her fellow selûnite. "you are safe here, i promise you. our goddess sees to that."

reaching up, she unclasped the moon broach at her breast, the weight of it in her hands solid and comforting it, before turning it eira's way, stepping closer to fasten it to her gown. it was merely a token, an ineffectual emblem of their goddess, but it had brought isobel comfort for many years... so perhaps it would do the same now for another. "when that feeling threatens to overwhelm, remember who is with you."

[oakthcrn-aaaa]

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send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

accepting @selunyte

Lark glanced at Eira and smiled. ❝ Well, right back at you, lovely. Though I feel my beauty lacks in comparison to yours, moonshine. ❞