#valiancie

[apurekindness]

@valiancie gets a modern AU starter for Julia!

Although magic was certainly not unheard of in New York, Kiara liked to keep her abilities on the downlow. It didn't tend to be safe to expose herself to non-magic folk, as one could never truly guess how they would respond. But there were some instances where it became unavoidable...like this one. A clearly injured, unconscious man lay on the sidewalk. Even if she hadn't been a doctor, Kiara would never have been able to just walk by.

Instead, she kneeled down beside him - murmuring quiet reassurances, just in case he could hear her - and carefully cupped his face in her hands. With a vague look of concentration, she sent her healing powers flowing directly into him and a second later, the wound on his head had vanished and he blinked awake. Pleased, she helped him to his feet and moved to continue with her journey...when her eyes met those of a young woman who had clearly watched the whole encounter.

"Oh, um. I can explain..." she stuttered, nervously clasping her hands together.

[perhiistoria]

❝ @valiancie ❞  ┆  CONTINUED.

Long limbs draped under the towel stir with a content grace as the soft fabric pats the moisture from his skin. Craning his neck, Edward closes his eyes, immersing himself in the calming effect of the motions. Occasionally, his grey eyes fall upon his wife and he smiles every time. Her soft touches are welcomed, adding to his post-shower state of relaxation. Dark blond curls stick to the side of his face, his fringe is glued to his forehead by the weight of the water. It’s too long, he mentally notes to himself while Elizabeth continues her quest of drying her husband off.

‘ So thoughtful, that you are taking care of me like this.. ‘

              Intently does she concern herself with drying the parts of him that he cannot reach, despite length of limbs for such a tall man. When she caught Edward looking at her, Elizabeth tipped her head forward to press her lips against the nearest patch of dry skin, that was his shoulder.

“                       t’is a wife’s duty to take care of her husband is it not?”

[vuulpecula]

✖ @valiancie cont.

There were places that beckoned ghosts and curses. That castle was one of them. Nothing good ever came from the tales of it nor those who had resided within. "No, no, I apologize," she recovered quickly. Feeling somewhat foolish, like a child jumping at tales told by their parents about what resided in the woods.

Gently, she patted the clawed hand extended to her. Trying to reassure the other that all was alright before she took another drink of ale. "There is power in a name and that place... It holds too much power." She shook her head, trying to rid it of the ghosts creeping at the edges. "Please continue, I would love to hear what happened next."

[furyofavernus]

"I was dancing in the rain. I felt alive and I can't complain about anything." Such was feeling so completely and utterly free for the first time in ten years. Something as trivial and, to some, as inconvenient as the sky opening up was a completely and utterly breathtaking event. Baby steps towards freedom and remembering what it was like to be her own person again. She was Karlach, here. Not the Fury of Avernus, or Zariel's favourite and unconquerable weapon. Fuck, she still couldn't believe it. She could not feel the rain on her skin as she wanted to, but experiencing something as simple as actual rain and not fire and brimstone? The tiefling would take what she could get.

An age-old habit of shaking her head like a dog after a swim was quick to follow. "Besides, what's better than rain itself? Getting into shelter and just listening to it. You can't beat it, honestly."

@valiancie 💗'd for a lyric starter / runaway - aurora.

[resolutevalor]

@valiancie

Leather creaks as he balls his fists, almost like a petulant child. Defiance runs through his veins and he's ready to SHOW her what FEAR truly means. Taunts plague his mind, both from his enigmatic master and that dreadful cur GENERAL HUX.

"Of you? A scavenger girl?" The vocorder growls, turning any traces of youth into a threat, but nothing will ever touch the might of his grandfather. And yet, Ren chases a shadow. "You are a cornered animal and when you've been put down, I don't think there's anyone who will miss you."

Traces of warmth, force flecks dappling Rey reach him as soon as he speaks. He bristles, like an angry hound. His mother's Force imprint lingers over her like a VEIL.

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Rey can FEEL it bones deep, as if the MENACE'S emotion emanated from her own form. A tremor, as quick as lightning, pushes down every vertebra of her spine as she watches his leather clad fists ball.

Her own reflection is mirrored back at her in the visor of that ridiculous helmet he wears. Yet, she can not bring herself to tear her gaze away.

She is a nobody, a simple scavenger. A discarded orphan left to fend for herself in Jakku with little more than a dream of reunion. She KNOWS all about waiting, about SUFFERING alone.

Ren indelicately picks at a scabbed wound, opening it afresh, till it BLEEDS. The emotion is beyond RAW. Pained, Rey's own oaken orbs betray her ferocious tenacity. "No," her trepidatious voice betrays her own terror. If only it were that simple. But he does not FEAR her. She hasn't yet given him cause to. "That you'll never be as STRONG as Darth Vader."

The desire to KILL him runs like lava through her veins as she resists him. Yet, deep down, she fears she does NOT have what it takes. Her own porcelain fingers curl inwards in a MOVE not unlike his own.

Then she hears a refrain. One she suspects is rattling around in his own mind. "You're just a CHILD in a mask." The words are uttered from an unfettered tongue. Her eyes fixate upon him, hoping that she had struck HALF the nerve he had with her. "Deep down," she starts in a falsified bravado, "you KNOW you'll NEVER be him." As soon as her words fade into the air around them, she swallows GUILTILY. It may be the truth. She still didn't have to take such delight in wounding another HURTING creature, even if he was a MONSTER.

[apurekindness]

❛ Leave my loneliness unbroken! ❜ (from Benjamin Tallmadge)

@valiancie

She flinched at the harshness of his tone, withdrawing backwards with wide eyes. "Oh. I - apologise. I thought you might be hungry," eyeing him as one might a vicious beast, she took several steps forward and placed a bowl of steaming stew on the corner of his desk. "I'll leave this here," she mumbled, before quickly turning towards the door.

[audaciiaearch]

@valiancie

"Are you going to wake up, or am I going to have to drag you out of here by your hair, Benjamin?"

Conall squints as he leans over Ben's sleeping figure, slapping him over the head to get him to wake up. It's still early yet, but with a war waging, Conall doesn't exactly have time to lounge about as he'd like, even though he would likely delight in making Ben squirm a little bit before his departure....oh, well, maybe he will do exactly that. He could spare a few extra moments, now that he thinks about it.

"You know, I would commend you for sleeping with the enemy, but isn't that usually to get information? And yet you've got nothing out of me." He snorts, sitting up and running his fingers through unruly curls in some attempt to tame them before trying to braid them. "I wonder what your dear general Washington would think if he knew you were in the bed of Britain's highest ranking officer and had nothing to show for it. Ha!" He's clearly enjoying himself, glancing back at Ben with a grin that's all teeth. "How terrible for you, and yet how entertaining for me."

[audaciiaearch]

"You.." Benjamin doesn't hesitate, for once not minding his manners as he swings for Conall's nose with a closed fist, hoping to either break it or make him bleed.

Well, that's something.

Conall stumbles back slightly, the shock of pain setting in before he recognizes the feeling of blood dripping out of his nose. There's a pause, brief, before he just starts laughing. He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the blood off, and really, what was broken now seems completely fine.

"Get that anger out of your system, Benjamin? I heard it's good to let it out all out every now and then. I commend you for getting one last strike in before I leave." He snorts, looking over to the ship that awaits, many British soldiers climbing onto it one by one. "You're so tightly wound all the time. I'm sure that felt nice, didn't it?"