#senetaf

[fandanicl]

So, you mean: Life is a party and they’re the pinata, right?​

[voidb0und]

— from @senetaf: “I have feelings for you. I do. But it’s not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love.” (senetaf) / prompt

Wrapped in sheets as they are and still — or at least they were supposed to be — basking in the afterglow of another night spent together, of another night learning each other’s bodies, and then… and then… How did the conversation come to this? Why did she allow herself to say anything? At least she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him how far she had fallen, instead only offering up the briefest glimpse into her feelings. Even so, it’s hard to contain the shatter of her heart at those words and the immediate rage and grief that follows afterwards. They’d journeyed together for moons now, getting to know each other and bonding. Falling into bed together. Wasn’t trust supposed to have been built by now? Faith in each other? How much had she fooled herself into thinking there was something here? That there was something building between them? Had she truly been the only one to fall? What a gods damned fool she was — letting herself become vulnerable enough for this, allowing the loneliness of her life to cloud her mind, to chase her into his arms. She should’ve known better — she doesn’t need anyone other than Ram, wasn’t that how life was supposed to be for her? Despite the rage ( a rage directed inwards if anything ), she cannot blame him — not with his past, not with how she is. She’s always been an unloveable thing, that’s why she’d bound herself to Ram in the first place, wasn’t it? So she’d always have at least one person who wanted her, needed her, loved her. Why was she still so greedy for more when she knew that she was impossible to love? The instinct to cut and run rises up in her chest, ignited by the grief and lighting a flame she could use to burn every bridge but she chokes it down, bites back the instinct to lash out with cruel words. 

Instead, Adrasteia's feet touch gently on the rug beside the bed as she swings her legs out of it. Shaking hands reach for the cigarettes and lighter she always keeps nearby and she moves to sit on the windowsill, knees drawn close to her body, taking in the moon high above. It takes a moment to get the cigarette lit, hands uncooperative with how badly they’re trembling — she’s sure all of her is trembling, but she can’t truly feel it. The rage and grief is starting to disperse and with it comes the numbness that always follows. The tip of the cigarette burns a cherry red and she inhales, slow and steady despite it all, holding the smoke until it burns at her lungs. Something to feel, maybe a way to punish herself, before releasing in a relaxed exhale. A farce, of course, but no one else needs to know that, except her, and Ram who will find her worse for wear later on when’s allowed herself to fall apart without prying eyes. 

❝ I suppose it’s a good thing I could never love you then, either, hm? ❞ Adrasteia hums, gentle and tone neutral. A lie, a foolish lie, but she can’t… she can’t allow this to go any further. She won’t cut bridges, she won’t be harsh, but if it’s to protect herself, she’ll lie and stop this where it is. Maybe they’re both better off if he never loves her anyway. Gods knows she only ruins everything she touches anyhow. ❝ All we’re doing here is just finding company in each other, right? Sure, some feelings have developed but those feelings don’t ever have to change anything. ❞ Another inhale. Another exhale. Keep your voice steady still. You can survive this, you've survived worse than a broken heart. ❝ One day we’ll both find someone we can love and that’ll be the end of whatever this thing is, but for now, what we have is a good thing and it doesn’t have to go any further, wouldn’t you agree, Hati? ❞

[stxrcxller]

@senetaf | ✩

White ears twitched at the sound of someone speaking to her, the Miqo'te certainly caught of guard for a brief moment. She doubted she'd even need to have the heightened hearing of her people to know that this stranger's voice sounded especially nice.

And then, almost immediately, her brows furrowed. "Well... that certainly isn't a sketchy question to pose to a stranger... Outside of the markets, no less..."

She quickly folded up her notes, haphazardly tucking them away before grabbing her staff and using it to get up to properly face the Viera. "And... what exactly is this 'offer'?"

Ah, and there it goes again. The near constant internal begging for people to not cause a problem she'd be obligated to stick her nose into. Too tired for that!

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @senetaf​​ || starter prompt. ( accepting ) ] ▸▸ [  send  ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter .  ]

─「ステラ」─  the sky was CLEAR in the night of the foreign land. the otherworldly traveler found her gaze being drawn towards the dark sky being decorated by countless stars as though she was drawn to them. another universe and timeline she had found herself upon, yet, it seemed that the clear sky brought a sense of nostalgia to the visitor from perished world.

                “ do you have any legends about the stars here ? ” curiosity had prompted her to speak, admiring the nice weather that allowed them to see the CONSTELLATIONS. most of the time, different worlds have different lores and names to the planets and asteroids within their orbit. when she gazed at them, it made her want to hear a story. “ if it’s not too much trouble, i’d love to hear about them if you do. ”

[fallroute]

“I don’t really like this idea. It sounds like it’ll probably backfire on us,” Yda commented, shaking her head slightly. “Like that time Papalymo swore up and down that he could deal with this massive treant by himself. He demanded I let him, you know, and so I could only watch as it tried to eat him.”

@senetaf​ liked the yda starter call

[wrathfuldissonance]

{ continued | @senetaf​ }

Grim’s first thought was to be baffled at being called little one. He’d seen his new hands, had at least a glance at his new body, and little was not how he’d describe any of what he could see. It took long seconds for it to tick over that he was probably being called young which... well, gods alone knew how true that might be, especially with how long-lived Viera were.

“Mrgh... Something like that,” The accent that spilled out of his mouth was nothing Hati had ever heard before, but he nodded nonetheless. It was a slow struggle to pry himself out of his ball. Perhaps trusting the first stranger to offer to help wasn’t wise, but he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere on his own yet. “Thank you.”

[turnsorrow]

“  WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LEND YOU  a hand? Not that I’m rightly asking so much as demanding you allow me to do so, of course.”  She speaks coolly, an amused smile ‘pon her lips as she sidles up next to him, arms crossed over her chest.  “I’ve no hidden agenda.”  /  @senetaf​.

[minarcana]

@senetaf asked:

"Hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption, winding in and winding out. The shine of it has caught my eye." (for Urianger)

Poetic, which Urianger appreciates in no small amount. Light as the flicker of a steel fish-lure, if hope were merely a carrot-and-stick. How sad a metaphor. He regards the other with a thoughtful absent tap of finger against his jaw. “I should hope for thee it lieth on such a thing stronger than mere string.”

Perhaps he misunderstands. It is, after all, similar to the Scions’ own standard simile of ‘dawn’, a thing that will always be a not-now, maybe-one-day. (But still, dawn is inevitable, while a lure breaks.) “Hope is a thing meant to be grabbed by any hand willing, to draw thee forward. Doubt thyself not in the reaching for that which catcheth thine eye, no?”