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1920 c. Black opal and diamond drop pendant. From Art Deco, Art Nouveau & 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.
Chocobros Write #26: Prisoner
It was three bells of the morning and Vy'thanis couldn't sleep. He hated being awake in the middle of the night. It was bad enough that he naturally woke up before sunrise most of the time, but to wake up early rankled him.
Worse, he knew why he was awake. Still a prisoner to his fears, he'd had yet another nightmare about his captivity by the void hunter who had experimented on his flesh to try to purge some imaginary void taint. As he stared at the fire crystal lantern next to his bed, he rubbed the center of his chest with the heel of his palm, rubbing away the ache there. In the middle of the night he wished he had someone to talk to - maybe not even about the nightmare, but just a voice in his ear to remind him that he wasn't alone.
Except he was alone. His eyes stung a bit and he sighed heavily at his own melancholy, feeling rather ridiculous. Of late, the wish for a partner had grown strong and it felt silly to yearn for something he wasn't doing anything to change. Perhaps if he'd been actively looking for someone he wouldn't feel so stupid for wanting them, but he had always hated those people who whined about change but never did anything about it.
Another heavy sigh and he threw himself back against his pillow, raising his right arm to drape his forearm across his eyes. "I want to go back to sleep," he whined to the empty inn room.
And true to his feelings on the matter, he closed his eyes and put in the effort to change his situation - and go back to sleep.
Chocobros Write #22: Wound
The loneliness invaded even his sleep. Vy'thanis awoke at three bells of the morning, too wound up to sleep. His heart hurt and his eyes stung, and it was all so damned stupid. He was fine, so why did he wake up in the middle of the night hurting?
Every interaction was ephemeral. Fleeting. Shallow. His deepest friend was a fellow merchant who lived in Kugane and he was terribly afraid of teleportation. He knew so many people, and not a one of them really knew him.
Of course his ever present smile was false. Wasn't everyone hiding pain behind a facade? It bothered him how much he yearned for someone to see through the smile. Are you okay? No. Please stay.
He laid there in bed, mourning his early morning. He felt ridiculous, being awoken in the night by stupid heartbreak and loneliness. His life wasn't bad at all. Yet he missed his family. Even his adopted father. He missed old loves, despite unfortunate partings. He wished he could forget them all and lose the sadness of loss.
"Stupid," he muttered as he threw back the covers. In naught but silk boxers, he stood and moved to the middle of the floor. If he couldn't sleep, he might as well start his day, and he always started with a series of stretches to limber up. As he moved, he tried to let the movement take his melancholy away. It even sort of worked. By the time he'd done three cycles of stretches, his mind had moved forward to the day ahead. With a hint of relief, he got dressed for a half-day of mining in the Thanalan sun.
It was still quite dark outside when he left his room - and his worries - behind and set out for the hills with his pickaxe and bucket. He would survive this. He'd survived all the other bad days. It was as heartening as he could get. It would have to do.
Chocobros Write #20: Acquaintance
"So I told him I had an acquaintance tha-"
Vy'thanis was interrupted by a loud gasp, as offended as if he'd insulted her mother. The Au Ra woman sitting across from him reared back and looked almost as if she might throw her teacup at him. He raised a hand to ward her off as she lit into him, "How dare you?! You use that word for me while you sit in my house, with my children-"
"Nuriko! Nuriko, please! Let me explain!" The cat in his lap lifted her head, blinking blearily at the commotion.
The woman sat back in her chair, glowering at the Elezen.
Vyth lowered his hand and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's an Ul'dahn trader thing. I can't claim a supplier as a friend because it'll look like I play favorites with merchants. And everyone does of course, but it's rude to look like you do." He gave her an imploring look. "Of course you're my friend, Nuriko. One of the best. And I would never disparage you intentionally."
"Hmph." At least she looked rather mollified. "Alright, alright. Relax. You're getting the kids upset."
Upsetting Nuriko's kids was a terrible crime, so Vyth gingerly put his hand back on the cat on his lap and began petting. Another cat at his feet flopped onto his besocked toes and purred. He didn't get a teacup thrown at his head, so he went back to the topic. "Anyway, I said I knew where to get quality mormorion and he paid me an extra third to get it by the end of the week, which is why I'm here, my lady."
"I do have good mormorion," she said, gaze turning inwards as she catalogued her wares in her head. "Twelve hundred koban."
Vyth sputtered on his tea and gasped, "Robbery!"
Nuriko merely smiled. "Remember your exchange rates."
The Elezen did some swift calculations in his head. "Oh." Nuriko did love to give him fits by quoting all her prices in koban instead of gil. The price was actually pretty reasonable and would allow for him to make a nice profit based on the rushed need. Vyth nodded after a moment. "That'll do, then."
"You're not negotiating at all?" Nuriko sounded confused.
"Heavens no, not after my insult. It would be rude. I'll take your first price."
The Au Ra cackled and relaxed in her chair. The price she'd quoted would give her a tidy profit too. Everyone benefited - except perhaps the man who needed gems in a hurry for a rush job.
Chocobro Write #16: Brew
In Thanalan, you could smell it long before you saw it: the storm starting to brew on the horizon. Vyth paused with his pickaxe resting on the rock as he lifted his head and sniffed the air. "Shite," he muttered. He glanced westwards - most weather moved in from the west - but there were no clouds yet. Maybe he had enough time; he could eke out a bit more amber.
Amber was one of the hardest gems he'd ever worked with, and that was because it wasn't a stone at all. He had to find it the hard way, the real way, and he had to shape it that way too. Because of the challenge, he loved working with amber. There was a goodly amount of it in Thanalan, not far from Camp Drybone (which he called Camp Wetbone on account of how often it was drenched in rain). Already his bucket held three sizeable pieces he'd wrenched from the dirt's grasp.
"One more," he said as he set to chipping away rock once more in search of fossilized tree sap.
That was a mistake. He got so caught up in mining that he forgot to keep a weather eye on the horizon.
The first crack of thunder startled him so much he nearly dropped his pickaxe on his foot. "Gah!" He bent to pick up the tool and straightened to look west again. Thick, tall, dark grey clouds boiled their way towards him. Lightning arced from within and thunder boomed.
Vyth looked at his bucket with still only three pieces of amber, but there was nothing for it now. Hastily, he packed his tools and scooped up his bucket. He set out for Camp Drybone at a light jog, but it wasn't enough. Half a malm from town, the skies opened up. Rain pelted the back of his neck and plastered his shirt to his body. "Shiiiiiite," he groaned as he picked up the pace a bit.
But it was just too late. By the time he reached the camp, he was drenched head to toe. He earned a dirty look when he stepped into the inn's foyer dripping wet. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'll try not to make too much of a mess getting to my room."
The innkeep sighed. Vyth was certainly not the first to come in the door soaked by one of Thanalan's surprise thunderstorms. "Shoo," she said, waving a hand towel at her customer. "I'll clean up after you."
With a rueful grin, Vyth made himself scarce.
Chocobros Write #11: Flag
Several years ago...
Honestly, the fact that Ali hired himself out as a companion to others should've been a warning flag to Vy'thanis. How was he to know that his boyfriend would continue doing so even after declaring their love for one another? Why had Ali simply expected that he could share his treasure with others?
Vyth sat on the end of his bed in his latest inn room and stared morosely down into the bottle in his hand. It was just wine, but he'd drunk most of it already. After Ali had called him a possessive asshole and stormed out with a declaration that they were over, he figured getting drunk was a perfectly healthy reaction.
Of course, he should also have expected his first love to end in tragedy. Didn't most people's? Vyth hiccuped and made a sad little sound afterwards. He was heartbroken. How was he supposed to go on? Even as he thought it, he knew he would. He would recover and find a new treasure to cherish. One day, anyway.
Not anytime soon, though. He wanted time to get over Ali. To stop pining for the pretty... pretty and perfidious man.
Another sad noise.
There was a knock at the door. "Whaaat?" he called out.
"Dinner's on in the dining hall," said the voice of the innkeep on the other side of the door. This was one of those nice, small establishments that cooked for its patrons. Probably easy to do when you only had six rooms.
Vyth wanted to say he wasn't hungry and stay in his room and be sad. But it'd be a lie. He was starving. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Thank you."
Footsteps moved away and Vyth set the nearly empty wine bottle on the floor at the end of the bed. He sighed, hiccuped again, and straightened his rumpled clothing. It was bad enough that he was going to dinner a bit drunk - no sense in showing up disheveled too. He pasted on his best bright smile, an expression he wore so much that the mask of it fit like skin. It never mattered how he was feeling inside. If he went into public, it was always with a smile. After all, one makes more friends if one is friendly.
Feeling as if the smile was even more false than usual, he stood up, straightened his clothes again, and left the inn room for dinner.
Chocobros Write #5: Celebrate
"You can't be serious."
"Of course I am, my boy. I'm nearing sixty, you know."
Vy'thanis stared at his mentor, squinting as if that would show him the years the Lalafell wore. Rianan looked serene - and still young, to Vyth's eyes. "You are not," he said stubbornly.
Rianan laughed. "I am, and like it or not, I'm retiring. I want to enjoy my twilight years living in one place and eating home-cooked meals."
"But...!" Vyth frowned. "What will I do without you?" The poor gemcutter sounded genuinely lost.
The Lalafell smiled and reached out to pat Vyth's brown hand, his own skin pale in contrast. "You're a grown man now, Vythie, and I've taught you all I can. From here, you'll have to seek out your own learning."
"You mean with gems?"
Rianan made a sympathetic noise. "I mean with everything. I love you like a son, but every little bird must one day be kicked out of the nest so they can fly free. And I'm getting tired. I want to rest."
The thought of losing his mentor and his second father made Vyth want to flee and cry in private. It must have shown on his face, because Rianan stepped forward and wrapped arms around his waist to hug him. With their height difference, it had felt strange the first time - but now the hugs were as familiar as the ones from his past family that were slowly fading into memory.
"Let's celebrate my retirement, my boy. It's a joyous occasion. And you won't be without me entirely. I just won't be traveling with you anymore. You can always visit. I plan to settle in the Goblet district, in a nice little villa with a courtyard and plenty of room for my looms."
Vyth had lived most of his life as an itinerant vagrant, traveling from place to place, helping Rianan sell his silks and cottons. Settling in one place was as foreign a concept as retirement. Still, he could hear in his mentor's voice how much it appealed to him, and his pouting wasn't going to change Rianan's mind. "Alright. That sounds...lovely. Let's plan a party with all of our friends."
Rianan could tell Vyth was still adjusting to the idea, but the capitulation was enough to tell him that his young charge would recover soon enough. "We can even make it a housewarming party, since I've already put an offer in on that villa."
"You have?"
"I wasn't about to let it slip out of my grasp. Come on, then. Let's go find dinner and you can help me think up who to invite."
Vyth put on his bravest face and nodded. "Sounds like a plan!"
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PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.
1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them the most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?
DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.
13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take (best, worst, most likely)? What would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?
CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.
19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them if it does?
ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.
27. What do they strongly like and dislike in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?
THINKING AND LEARNING.
33. How do they learn about the world? What is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?
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Peridot and diamond pendant brooch, Victorian
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A Byzantine Gold Collier with Emeralds, Sapphires, Amethysts and Pearls, from a workshop in Constantinople (late 6th-7th Century AD).
Obsessed with the characters who stay light hearted and joyous but who have stolen it from the darkness. There is blood under their fingernails — there is pain under their eyes — there is hurt in their timeline and they have felt every blow. But they have refused to let it take their joy, their sun, their kindness, their heart. This. This is mine. This is the thing no one gets to touch. The people who are unbeatable simply because they will always look up from the ground with blood on their lip and a light in their eyes. And nothing can ever cut out the light in their chest. Nothing can touch their rebellious, boundless belief that the universe has a sense of humor. I stay silly, I stay open, I stay alive and alive and I lived when the whole world said otherwise. the dandelion in the pavement. The vine on the wall. I lived and I loved the inherent brokenness of a once whole thing and it was me, I was the thing that is whole no longer. I gave flowers to the darkness. I gave my soul to the light.