#solange arquesse

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"You won a barony from a bandit lord?" // "....What, like it's hard?" ---

Baroness Solange Arquesse, not beating the Elle Woods association in my brain, looking fabulous from @commander-sarahs-art

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I have been rewarded for finally playing Sola some more :3

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☼ Solange Codex Masterpost ☼

an overheard conversation about your OC

a letter written by your OC’s family member

a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

a letter from your OC to their love interest

letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

someone describing a time your OC helped them

someone describing a time your OC hurt them

your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

a future historian’s account of your OC’s actions

a description of your OC by someone who hates them

your OC’s description of their game’s events

your OC overheard while drunk

transcript of an interview with your OC

your OC talking about your favorite quest

a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

a conversation between your OC and their best friend

a description of your OC’s family by a future historian

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Oh, Sarenrae, here we goooo \o/ Grab the popcorn and let's watch these two stumble through flirting bc neither has the slightest idea what they're doing. 🥰🍿

Also, this was me, instantly:

which is my standard reaction to Tristian's romance, so nothing's changed there. xD

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What Kind of Love is Your OC?

Tagged by @hurricanek8art and I know we're moots for SWtOR, but my new Pathfinder girlies have uh. taken over my brain. So I gotta do them.

Solange Arquesse (Kingmaker)

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Malyse (Wrath of the Righteous)

Love as Youth

Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

HOWEVER! Bonus Arkady behind the cut bc I was insanely curious and have brainrot for him, too

Love as Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog. You will never, ever bite back.

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Lucky You, Lucky Me

Sola/Tristian fic that started as me just wanting to write the "on a scar" kiss fill for them, but kinda grew, as tends to happen with my stuff. :'D [1.3k words] ---

Most people stumbling across the tableau in the Temple of Elk would have been more worried with the massive, raging treant. Solange's first concern, however, was the huddled figure the bear-form spirit was intent on savaging. A flash of blond hair. The red stains blooming on shredded white robes, worryingly large.

A cry meant to distract flew from her lips in the same moment a splash of acid flew from her hand. Between the two, she more than caught the treant's ire.

It abandoned its prey to lurch after her, and relief mingled with her fear. The ensuing fight was brief but vicious, and Solange was ignoring the sting of injuries when she knelt by the wounded individual.

"Here-" she paused in pulling out one of her larger healing poultices when the young man murmured something like a prayer and looked up at her with pale but determined golden eyes. "Oh." Guess you have it sorted.

"You are hurt," he said softly, reaching without hesitation to brush his fingers against her forearm.

His touch was soothing, like cool sunlight through a window in spring. The pair of diagonal gashes knit closed, but not fully, leaving twin cuts of pale pink through the scales that patterned her skin.

"Cleric?" Solange gathered herself enough to ask.

The young man nodded. "I am sorry you were injured on my account, but grateful for your intervention. I am Tristian, cleric of merciful Sarenrae."

"Solange. You really should save your healing for yourself," she said, reaching tentatively toward one tattered sleeve.

"I am alright, Solange," Tristian said with a shake of his head, despite the blood staining his clothes and matted in his hair. "Thanks to your good timing, which kept me from being ushered to Sarenrae's presence much sooner than called for."

"Happy to help." Solange smiled, offering him a hand as she pushed to her feet. He swayed when he accepted. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes. Or I will be." He balanced himself and shyly returned her smile. "With some time for respite."

"Well, lucky you, aside from my impeccable timing, I know somewhere safe you can take that respite," she offered, "if you wanted to travel back with us...?"

"I would welcome both the company and protection," he said, inclining his head. "As my wounds still linger."

He staggered on his first step, as if to emphasize, and Solange stepped closer to tug his arm around her shoulders. "Here, let me..."

Tristian dipped his head, hair veiling his face. "Thank you, Solange."

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Solange had never encountered venomhodags before this swamp, and quite frankly, never wanted to again. The beasts were fast, sneaky, and dangerous from end to end between their teeth, spikes, and serrated tails.

And to make matters worse, there were too many in this clutch for Valerie to hope at holding all their attention. One snuck away from the main cluster, and Solange turned to track it. It disappeared, blending into the underbrush, and even as she twisted to guess at its path, it lunged with claws extended, raking from her shoulder down almost to her waist. She couldn't hold back a shriek of pain, firing her bow point-blank into the thing's face. The arrow glanced off its scales, but the splash of acid that followed on its heels sizzled as it made contact with the beast's hide.

The hodag snarled, backpedaled, and then, even as Solange summoned fire from her fingertips, lurched forward to sink its teeth into her hip.

The world flared white as she cried out.

When her senses faded back in, it was to the press of damp earth on her back, a hand on her stomach, and Tristian's very distressed voice calling her name.

"Sola--" He cut himself off with a relieved gasp when her eyes opened. "The spell did not seem to work at first," he said, "I was beginning to worry we might need more powerful healing than Harrim or I can offer." Another sigh of relief and he helped her sit up. "I am... glad you are alright."

"Thanks to you," Solange said, biting her lip as she poked at the teeth-holes in her jerkin. She'd have to ask Valerie for help patching it at camp. She frowned at the stiffness to his movement when he sat back on his heels, the small tears in his robes. "You're hurt, too--"

Tristian shook his head with a rueful smile. "It is just bruises, Solange. One hit me with its tail; the soreness will fade."

She decided to trust his word, instead looking closer at the dark green blood speckling the cuffs and hem of his robes. "Looks like you made sure they had a worse day than me, at least."

The rueful smile widened, and he shrugged almost bashfully as he stood. "I needed to be able to heal you."

Her face warmed, and Solange fought the urge to giggle as she accepted his offered hand up. "Lucky me you were here, then."

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"I feel I must once again seek your forgiveness, Solange." Tristian's words were quiet, barely audible over the wind-rustled trees.

"Tristian..." She shook her head before remembering he could no longer see the gesture. She scooted closer to him on their shared log seat and took his hand. "There's no need."

He shook his head, letting her interlace their fingers but not reacting further. "There is. I have been contemplating our time together during my morning prayers. And I... I cannot help but regret how often I have failed you. It is for that I feel I must ask forgiveness."

"You haven't failed me," Solange protested, rubbing her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand.

"I have. Time and again. I failed to inform you of Nyrissa's plot or my role in it. I failed to help you stop the season of bloom as quickly as we could have, I have many times failed to keep you safe when we fight--"

You always patch me up afterward, though, she thought but let him unburden himself.

"--and even when we met." He reached with his free hand, tracing the scars by memory. They'd faded somewhat; pale brown rather than pink as they sliced through brass scales. "You were injured coming to my aid, and I failed to fully heal--"

"Your own injuries were far more severe," Solange demurred, cutting him off. "I'd rather have these and you be alive. Whatever other ways you think you've failed me, Tristian, that wasn't one." She squeezed his hand. "As for the others... I've already forgiven you for all things relating to Nyrissa. I know... I know it feels so big it'll take more than one apology. But I said I forgave you, and was happy to give you another chance, in every respect." She squeezed his hand again. "If it makes you feel better to keep asking, just know I'll forgive you every single time."

Tristian smiled, soft and a touch sad. Melancholy. "Thank you, Solange. I believe your kindness and mercy will make you a wonderful queen." He raised their joined hands and gently, deliberately kissed first one, then the other, of the scars on her forearm. "I am humbled to receive such a large portion of it."

Solange smiled even as she blushed at the praise. "If I'm a wonderful queen, it's in no small part due to having wonderful people supporting me." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, high enough to brush the burn scars that curled below his eyes. "And you are included in that number."

He canted his head at the clarification, almost as if chasing the touch of her lips. "You are... so much better than I deserve," he murmured.

Rather than argue the truth of the words, Solange rested her head on his shoulder. "Sometimes people get lucky."

They lapsed into silence, both with the same thought.

And I am glad to be one of them.

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Solange Codex Day 1

an overheard conversation about your OC

"Didya hear she has dragon in her?"

"Oi, don't be vulgar! That's the new baronness, y'never know what'll offend them noble types."

"Not like that, you tit! Why do you always--"

"With how often your mind's in the gutter can ya blame me? And yeah, I heard. Seen her, too. The scales are hard t' miss, shiny as they are."

"Yeah?"

"Mm. They're pretty, makes you wonder if they actually protect her or are just decorative."

"*snort* Could wonder the same of her, ey? If she's just here to look pretty or can actually protect us."

"Now that kind of talk will get you in trouble, shut it."

"It's a fair thing to wonder! What's some prissy Taldan noble want with a place like this? Spreadin' her wings? Wants a turn bein' in charge? Bad terms with her folks? Wager it ain't as easy as she's expectin', whatever her reasons."

"I dunno, she seems determined, an' already has some scars to show for her efforts, which didn't scare her off. Maybe this'n'll make a decent run of it."

~overheard between two relaxing workmen in the newly built Cinderscrip tavern (circa 8 Rova 4710 AR)

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Have another Solange, since I still had the picrew pulled up.