#valstros

[julesvalebright]

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(( Hell yeah Valstros, lol. I have a hard time seeing Jules pass that up if it landed in his lap. So to speak. Thanks, @veiled-shadows! ))

[talyn-amathas]

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? - ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? Talyn probably would want to be brought back. For one thing, death frightens him, for who knows what might wait for him on the other side? As someone who’s put a lot of others there, it may not be the most pleasant of experiences. There’s a reason he tends to lie low around the Day of the Dead.As well, for all his self-loathing… there is a good amount of arrogance in who he is and what he does. There’s a drive to keep going, even if he knows that others might feel his ‘proclivities’ are undeserving of things like second chances and the like. Survival instinct is huge, so if it came down to it… yeah, he’d be back.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? 

Some manner of knife, hands down. Likely a more easily concealed one, like a gently curved, folding bowie. Maybe his beautiful bone-handled one- always a favourite. He enjoys his bow, and a host of other knives and implements, but in the end the simplest is often the sweetest.

Thank you, @veiled-shadows! <3

[vaelanyswow]

Ⓐ - Vaelanys for Val, and Gale for Val

Under cut for Length

Vaelanys:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words (Vaelanys has a tendency to prefer fairly masculine and well-muscled men who equal or best him in size so Valstros isn’t really his usual type but he can definitely admit that he is a good looking man.)

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible (Valstros has Vaelanys so incredibly confused right now he’s honestly not sure how to read him sometimes.)

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex (At this moment Vaelanys doesn’t see himself having sex with anyone at all but Thorn.)

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || (They’ve talked of things Vaelanys has only shared with a few other people. He definitely considers them friends.)

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them (He wasn’t sure what to think when they first met to be honest.)

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them (They are friends and despite his confusion he still likes Valstros)

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (It was the one time and it was quick and Vaelanys was pretty drunk.)

Nightingale:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words (Valstros is a pretty little priest. Nightingale has no complaints.)

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible (This personality assessment coming from someone who has some personality and temper problems of his own.)

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || have tapped that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex (A couple of times at one point. He found it pretty enjoyable.His feelings on it now are as tangled as everything else he thinks about the Flock.)

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || (They’re brothers in the Flock. So Nightingale would lay down his life for Valstros if needed. But aside from that he is wary and avoiding him as thoroughly as the rest.)

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them (Nightingale was very willing to love all the Flock in the beginning and he was especially fond of Valstros.)

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them (A number of things have changed Nightingale’s attitude toward the Flock in general, not necessarily Valstros in particular. He still loves his brothers but he is not sure he trusts them any more.)

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (When they did it he definitely enjoyed that part too.)Thanks @veiled-shadows

[vaelanyswow]

A: Alignment, E: Escape, I: Insomnia, O: Offspring, U: Upcoming, and Y: Yack

I’m assuming these are all for Vae, so here goes!

 Alignment:

Vaelanys’ D&D alignment is lawful good with a slightleaning toward neutral. Despite his awareness that sometimes laws can becorrupt and his occasional glancing away as they are flouted he is also stillvery deeply rooted in the customs and traditions in which he was raised and isonly just slowly beginning to find the way to step outside of them enough tofind what he wants in his own life.

 Escape:

Vaelanys is actually under considerable stress fairly often,and there are any number of things he does when he gets a few moments tohimself to try and cope with it. He enjoys gardening, and lately he was gifteda house with a rather overgrown garden that he’s been spending some time inpruning and replanting. He also enjoys making his own tea blends and spends agreat deal of time carefully crafting them. Drawing has always been one of hisfavorite hobbies, especially when working through his thoughts, so aparticularly stressful day or a complicated mental problem often lead to aworkspace cluttered with several pages of ink sketches. Reading is also a pleasant past time, thoughlately his reading has been more purposeful than recreational. He also enjoysplaying his harp, and spending time with Thorn when they’re not in the companyof others and he can enjoy the man when he is not putting on a public face.

 Insomnia:

Vaelanys is a rather poor sleeper. He left Northrend with arather severe case of insomnia and a tendency toward night terrors he has notyet managed to conquer. He often has trouble even getting to sleep, and on theoccasions that he does his sleep tends to be interrupted fairly often withnightmares that bring him shouting or startling awake and make it difficult forhim to go back to sleep. Sharing his bed has brought him some comfort for theseproblems but not entirely fixed them so his sleeping can tend to be a rathererratic thing. He prefers sleeping in to rising early, as frequently when hedoes manage to get to or get back to sleep it’s in the small hours of themorning and he has not had nearly enough rest come sunrise.

 Offpring:

Answered here.

 Upcoming:

Vaelanys does give a fair deal of thought to the future. Hewas raised to pay it some heed and then several losses throughout his life havemade it a very clear thing to him that it’s extremely important to have somesort of a plan in case of unforeseen events. He has also spent some timethinking about what he wants from life. At the moment however his plans are notparticularly long-term. He has a general idea of what he would like, but agreat deal of it hinges upon things that are still uncertain enough to makeconcrete planning difficult. So far the most concrete things he has planned forthe future involve a few details of a wedding and where he is putting thelavender bed.

 Yack:

It’s hard for Vaelanys to pick a single favorite thing totalk about. It depends on who he is talking with and their interests. Hedoesn’t like to be the only one talking in a conversation so typically it wouldbe something his companion is also interested in. He does like to talk aboutThorn, but does not do so often because most of the responses he gets arerather unpleasant. He enjoys talking about tea and herbs and roses. If you canget him speaking about tea, and seem interested he is likely to go on for sometime. He is also rather fond of dragonhawks, and can spend some time talkingabout them and their habits if one manages to get him started. He doesoccasionally pick up interests, he is currently rather intrigued by ley linesand might go on about them in the right company.

Thank you @veiled-shadows

@midnight-ashes for mentions

[coyotalopeart]

Another that I have no idea if it’s accurate, but Valstros!  @veiled-shadows

[vaelanyswow]

Love-lies-bleeding: Has your character ever done something even though they didn’t want to?

           Vaelanys watched the steam slowly curl up from the delicate cup in front of him. The tea looked almost black in the dim light of the lantern, deep and unfathomable as ink, and he blew on it to scatter it into ripples. His hands were shaking now that all he could do had been done, and for a moment the tremors were so intense he did not actually trust himself to touch the cup. Spreading his palms flat on the table, he watched the ripples and the steam and breathed until it stopped feeling as though the wood was jumping under his trembling fingers.

Valstros was safe, as much of the harm healed as he could manage, and tucked safely into a bed elsewhere. He was only tired and shaken himself, no real harm done except to his heart. But the ache in his chest was one Vaelanys wasn’t sure how to bear. He thought they had almost died tonight, he and the priest. No, he knew it. He could still feel the edges of Thorn’s hunger, gaping and terrible inside him, a void he knew nothing he did would fill.

Even now it was almost as though he was hungry himself, and before he had felt the edges of that as if it were his own need. And it had frightened him how close he had felt for just a breath to being lost in it too. If he hadn’t recognized the priest would he have had the strength to hold onto himself as strongly as he did? But even that was oddly not as terrible as finding control of himself and calling out to Thorn and realizing that the warlock’s hunger was almost too great for him to hear. They had been a hair’s breadth from falling victim to it, he and Valstros. He had been so helpless.

Perhaps he had been a fool ever to pretend he was anything else. When it mattered most hadn’t he always failed? And he had failed here. Perhaps there was some selfish part of him that ached as much over that as any of the rest. He had really believed he could find a solution for Thorn. That he could find a way to give the warlock what he needed that wasn’t the Courts and the darkness they held. And after tonight he had to admit that he hadn’t. He couldn’t give Thorn what he needed.

He tugged the cup closer, the movement making fresh little waves rock within. His hands curled around the cup and he simply watched until the little movements faded away and left him staring into ink black liquid. He could see his own face reflected on the surface but in the darkness he could see nothing at all of what lurked in the depths of the cup. Even now he didn’t want to admit there was nothing he could do. Even now he wanted to grasp at straws and threads of ideas and insist there was something he could do.

There wasn’t. He had to admit he had failed. The Courts were the only solution and when Thorn got back he would tell him he should go. A shuddering breath left him and he closed his eyes, unable to face his own reflection and the dark liquid he could see no bottom to. It was like seeing himself drowning in darkness. He almost felt as though he was. His fingers left the cup, lifting to tangle in his hair as he lowered his head to rest between his hands. He didn’t want to face what the Courts would make him feel in Thorn, but the hunger was no better.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and wasn’t sure if he was speaking to himself or to Thorn who was out somewhere in the night sating himself in a way he didn’t want to think about. “I thought I could save you from this. I thought I could save us from this.” Slowly he lowered his hands from his hair, reached for the cup. He still did not want to think about sending Thorn back into the embrace of the Courts. But he knew all too well that sometimes there was no choice.

The tea had stilled to a silent pool of black in his cup. He lifted it slowly to his lips, drank a long swallow of the darkness. This time he was expecting the bitterness that followed the pleasant flavor of the strong blend, but knowing it would come still did not stop the aching tightness in his throat that followed. In the end he left the cup half finished on the table and went in search of sleep he didn’t expect to find.

@midnight-ashes   @veiled-shadows  for mentions

[vaelanyswow]

The priest had taken his time in decorating, the effort one of the few he didn't leave only to his maids. No, in this, he'd worked side by side with them, hanging ornaments, stringing lights. Making his home as festive as one could, truly. It was because of this, that he was caught frowning mid sentence. Whatever he'd been saying trailing off as he looked upwards, the tilt of his head just slightly more than what it had been to look Vaelanys in the eyes. Between them, was a strand of mistletoe.

           He’d made aspiced holiday blend of tea, but somehow when he’d finished it Vaelanys wasn’tsure it was quite right for festivities, there was something darker than he’dmeant under the spices. It wasn’t an unpleasant tea at all, rich and a little earthywith warm holiday spices over it, rather like the cheer of a wreath hung in adark room. The truth was that perhaps it reminded him a bit more of Valstroshimself than of Winter Veil.

           Takinganother sip, he glanced at the cup thoughtfully, about to ask Valstros for hisopinion when the priest trailed off. His eyes came up again, but Valstros wasno longer looking at him. His own gaze followed the line of the priest’s to themistletoe hanging just between them. He swallowed, the tea warming its way downhis throat as he stared from the inoffensive little white and green plant toValstros’ face.

           A hint ofheat rose in his cheeks. This should not be so awkward as it felt, but he hadcomplicated it and none of this had ever been quite simple to begin with. Hecould kiss cheeks or brow, there was no need to make this any stranger. And yetin a way that shying away might have made it all the worse in its own way.

           So when heleaned down it was to brush his lips once, light and rather fleeting, directly againstValstros’ own. He pulled back a breath later to offer a rather shy and awkwardsmile, before he took another sip of the tea to moisten his lips. Perhaps theflavor reminded him of both Valstros and Winter Veil after all. In any case hewas certain he would never drink it again without thinking of this.

[vaelanyswow]

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“I am fond of him, but he’s entirely a mystery to me.”