#vhasoaamariyo

[the-lonely-soul]

“Mm. Well. Up for round two?” (( I regret nothing ))

“You are pushing your luck, young man. Just because you got me last night means that you were going to get more of it.” But her words didn’t match her expression. She was lying on her back, her hair a mess and sprawled everywhere on her pillow and a playful grin on her lips.

[sea-and-storm]

Hildebrand: Does my character have a history of good/bad luck?

I wouldn’t say that Jaliqai leans particularly one way or the other. She’s had some pretty terrible things happen to her in the past, but they weren’t exactly the results of luck so much as poor planning and decisions. Likewise, she’s had some great things happen as well, but -- likewise -- they’re not really luck-related.

That said, she also doesn’t really believe in the concept of “good luck” or “bad luck”, just logical consequences and occasional coincidences. (But if we’re talking about her OOC luck with /randoms, I can safely say that she is absolutely, irredeemably cursed with terrible RNG!)

[the-lonely-soul]

[ text ]:you. me. a bottle of vodka. The Wilderness.

[Text]: You need not to get me drunk to accept your advances.

[Text]: But this better be the best vodka you bought.

[Text]: I only accept the best as you are fully aware now.

[blackmagickswoman-archive-blog]

Tease Me (( Seems the most appropriate, no? ))

(( Y E S ))

A light chuckle escaped her frame as she caught the Miqo’te in the hallway of the inn. They were alone for the most part, the only other sound faint murmurs coming from the rooms. Morrigan stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his chest, fingers playfully tracing down the front opening of his shirt.

She pushes him back against the wall, pressing her body against his. “Kitty cat, did you follow me to play?” She purred in a teasing manner, green eyes catching his. Morrigan leaned forward, her lips hovering over his, “Perhaps another time.” She breathes against him before pulling away. The Au Ra turns, gaze lingering on the Keeper for a moment before she struts down the hallway to her room.

[claireverie]

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     ❝ 光の魔術師 —

      Nervous? That was -- endearing, really, and made her feel a lot better about her own trepidation about the future course of the evening. In response, she let herself laugh, a gently musical sound escaping from beneath cerulean hues glimmering with enhanced mechanics. Bashfulness had her shifting her attention to the bar in front of her, laying her palms down flat on the cool surface.

       ❝A peach martini, please.❞ The bartender, who had been flitting between customers, made swift eye contact, hearing her order and responding with a nod and fleeting smile before setting back to work. Sending a similar expression in return, she turned back to face her companion, noting his appearance more now that she had a real view of him.

      She was under dressed -- it was clear from how put together he looked, not even a hair out of place in his effortlessly undone style. She had spent plenty of time on her normally haphazard layers of golden locks, but her pastel floral print sundress was nothing compared to his attire.

      Trying not to be rattled, she tucked a wayward strand behind her ear. ❝So, what made a musician decide to go out with a Nyxite secretary?❞

[sunny-explosions]

Move-in Day || vhasoaamariyo

vhasoaamariyo

Days had gone by quickly, everything between telling Vhaso’a that she would lose her job and actually needing to move her things into his home seeming like a total blur, and now here they were, preparing to actually go through with it.

Was it still rushing things? Maybe. Was she nervous? Sure. But she was certain it would be worth it.

Lyra took the news fairly well, considering Selphie had tried not to move her around too much when she was little and succeeded in only having to switch places to live one time, probably when she was too young to remember. The fact that she seemed to have no problem packing her own things let Selphie breath a sigh of relief; any day she didn’t have to comfort tears was a very good day.

“Even without taking any pieces of furniture into account, I’m surprised how much stuff was able to fit,” she mused, scanning over the handful of boxes sitting open across the floor. Sure, a majority of the things that were packed in were decorations and clothes and assorted supplies and utensils, but there were more boxes than she originally guessed they’d use. “You have enough room for this stuff, don’t you? We can sell some things if necessary.”

[thatrhen]

★ x5

Rhen has trust issues.

Rhen is asexual.

Rhen is aromantic.

Rhen has at least one weapon on him at all times.

Rhen can’t swim.

[shofie-ffxiv]

★ x5

Shofie has weird values about modesty. She tends to keep herself covered aggressively from head to toe, but this is more because she is a melee fighter and it comes from habit. She grew up baring a lot of skin in her tribe, so it doesn’t bother her, she just rarely exposes herself in such a fashion anymore.

Shofie can’t cook. At all. While she was living alone, she tended to always eat food from vendor stalls or inns just to avoid having to prepare food for herself. Luckily for her, Rhen is a capable cook.

To that end, Shofie’s favorite food is Salted Cod Puffs, which is pretty much the only thing she knows how to make (and she’s super picky about how they’re made, so she usually is the one that makes them.)

Shofie is an atrocious singer. She is typically very off-key. However, she is a passionate terrible singer, and loves music. 

Much to most people’s surprise, Shofie is somewhat capable of managing adult responsibilities like bill-paying and such, and she is the one that handles these things in the Mahowyn household.