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@whatadarkbitch
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" Learn to be thoughtlessly kind without expecting anything in return, rather than thoughtlessly cruel. The years grow warmer when you surronded yourself with beautiful soul. "
Tagged by: @ghawainearcane
Tagging: @the-house-of-the-nine @frompage112 @bloodhuntressjursol @pyravari-kashebahl @thebladeitself
Cernunnos by Harvibore
@whatadarkbitch @the-house-of-the-nine
A horror lurked, branches twisted around an energy of pure vengeance haunting...
→ [fairy mode for a good <2020> / for someone special, never forget that you matter a lot.] like if you saved.
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan
Sylvia Plath, Ariel: Edge
Madam by Vladimir Motsar
VILLAIN MUSES FALLING FOR HERO MUSES
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
HERO MUSES FALLING FOR VILLAIN MUSES
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Jean Louis Michel Alys
Send 🌑 to see the darkest side of my muse
I don’t know what this will mean. But I’ll roll with it.
😍 For Ghawaine
With perked brows the woman lets forth a humbled laugh, grasping the photo delicately whilst bringing it into the light for better review. She'd bring her sharp gaze to the curious eyes of hee observer, lifting the photo up clasped between her forefinger and middle finger like a playing card.
"The man is truly an enigma," her wistful words are carried delicately with a sigh, her shoulders lifting in a nonchalant shrug whilst offering tbe photo back. "I can offer no answers for I have none. The man is truly a mystery, and I but the humble player trying to patiently solve the puzzle box."
@ghawainearcane
💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. (Ghawain)
💔 Uncertainty registered in Tea's eyes whilst considering the query, her lips weighted by a magnificent frown as the mere question had sent her mind scuttling back to her years as a soft spoken child. It was clear by her inability to maintain eye contact that the topic was sensitive-- but she opted to indulge the man, solely due to believing that not talking about it was far more harmful... Bottling up those emotions would send her right back to where she was before ahe had ever met the nefarious Nine, bitter and sad:
"When I was young I fell in love with a boy of a lower station than me, a shoemakers son. My father, when he caught wind, had the boy publicly humiliate me for a cash reward for compliance. Never saw the boy again, but after he and his family disappeared with the money... I had a terribly difficult time recuperating as a young girl dealing with her first heart break."
👀 With the recent story still lingering in the back of her mind the Confessor opted for pushing those sad memories to the back of her head. That wasnt the only time her father made her life miserable, thus she'd not get hung up on what wasn't even considered the worst of it. Thus, his second query was met with a good natured smile.
"Between you and I? I quite favor Lord Kash'ebahl's ex-wife despite the messy breakup. Her original loss of devotion was, then, a terrible crime in our eyes, but ultimately... It's better this way I think," she pauses before quipping, "Though I'd never leave her alone with the tea pot or punch bowl at a party."
💩 The third question, however, officially earns a squinty expression from Tea. Honesty was the best policy here, but overall... She had to wonder what he gained being so nosey? In the end she concedes, adjusting her posture atop her seat.
"While her Ladyship Pyravari and I rarely see eye to eye," reflecting on the endless arguments and pettiness which hath transpired since Teas beginning among the Nine, she also couldn't help but reflect on their more recent interactions... Peaceful and chalk full of wonderfully vulnerable displays from the death knight-- Especially with Brinys present, "I'd be a fool to denounce her anything but clever, kindhearted, strong and courageous. Its just once you earn her ire it quite literally takes years to get on the right foot with her."
A content smile takes shape then, the Confessor watching the gentleman closely as she inquires slyly, "Are you satisfied?"
@ghawainearcane
The mage allowed a single thick brow to raise at her inquiry into his satisfaction, managing to draw a rare twitch of an amused grin from his lips. It lasted as long as it took for him to tuck his hands into his pockets before his expression returned to a casually flat look.
"Not in the least." Ghawaine said firmly. "You have given a tasting of the larger meal, Miss Verzatea. Name me one living who can be satisfied with a nibble of knowledge when they hunger to know it all?" He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice conspiratorial. "You will find my appetite for knowledge quite insatiable."
@whatadarkbitch
Champagne pink lips twitched into a large smile, her merriment reaching her sparkling honey eyes-- such a glow played perfectly on the tops of her round cheeks. The shimmering of her luminescent eyes made the freckles of her cheeks sparkle like tiny golden flecks upon her sunkissed skin. A true little drop of sunshine!
Alas, her amused grin lasted short before just as suddenly slacking as she leans forward after his spiel, answering l, "A humble man, dear scholar, is one who appreciates anything he learns. Otherwise, a patient man such as yourself," she eyes him pointedly, a knowing expression taking place, "Shall be playing the grievously long waiting game. Friends and dear ones ever only get the full story."
She bows her head in a manner of finality before leaning back into her chair. Her attention had instead fixated on the plate of cookies she'd brought in attendance, first offering him the plate if he wished for one -- "I made them myself! Fluffy Lemon Crinkles!" -- before she'd take a dessert for herself. Of course, before biting into the deliciously chewy marshmallow lemony goodness she'd first take a sip of her tea. Gotta lubricate for a pleasurable experience!
"Too, if you're so intent to learn my history it's only fair I learn some of yours? Why not partake in the share fest?" She motions to him then, her expressive eyes indicating that she was challenging him to a bought of honesty, "The same invasive questions you asked me, I ask you!"
If he took the dare or not was his decision, but she was certainly invested!
@ghawainearcane
"One cannot get very far in life without some measure of patience" the man replied with some amusement. "It is said that some men can hold the patience of mountains." Ghawaine shrugged lightly. "I suppose only in time will you let me know if I possess such a talent."
Leaning back he politely declined the cookies and tea with a gentle lift of a gloved hand, dark eyes casually watching her. Of course the cookies looked delicious and the tea more than refreshing, he had his reasons for declining for now.
"No new questions?" He asked curiously, thinking back to what he had asked her earlier. "So be it." The man took a deep breath and looked upwards, thinking. "Someone who broke my heart." Ghawaine hummed. "I will have to answer that with Myself. When I was young and naive, I made choices for myself that pushed some away, and left me with the resulting ache."
Now what was the other one again? Ah yes. "Mm... someone I like, but do not trust." His lips twitched into the shadow of amusement. "An easy answer. I shall name yourself, Miss Verzatea. Do not take offense, however, I like a great many but trust none."
And the last one...
"And I believe the third was someone I dislike but admire." This one might be a tougher one. Ghawaine tapped his fingers along the back of his hand, lips thinned in thought. "Sylvannas" he finally offered, taking a moment to think it over and ensure that was his final answer. "It is difficult not to dislike her. But one can admire her tenacity as well as ferocity." Both hands spread before him as he finished.
"Do these answers satisfy you?"
@whatadarkbitch
A touch of amusement danced in the woman's eyes whilst enduring the sorcerer's teases and tales, brows quirking in surprise that he doubted her. It hadn't immediately occured to Verzatea how suspicious being friendly could come off to others, and she had no doubt her honey sweet appearance and tone might make her intentions... Suspicious. Thus, per his advice, she reserves her feelings in lieu of getting her feathers ruffled.
At one point in her life she had also been suspicious of people and their intentions -- And such a thought only made her smile more genuinely. There was no way she could simply convince him that she was trustworthy this early into their developing relationship. Though she would comment kindly, "I look forward to earning your friendship."
The mention of Sylvannas earned another quirk of her brow though she restrains herself on such topic. It was clear she hadn't a good word for the dishonorable woman. Hell, the Confessor's previous warm smile had slackened into a polite one whilst offering a closed mouth, abit of a chuff noise, before resuming in her kind hearted smile as the conversation moves along.
"As a patient woman," she bows her head briefly as if to honor his decision to share, "I am satisfied, for now. Though I'd like to add I'm more of a tit for tat woman myself. I'll answer what you'd like so long as you would answer the same. It makes for quite the bonding session wouldn't you say?"
@ghawainearcane
Ghawaine reclasped his hands back behind him, pondering the womans reactions to his answers before returning a bow of his own head. "Friendship..." he said slowly, still mulling over the concept. "... can be hard earned. Perhaps you are up to the challange of gaining such confidences."
Even though his words may not have been what she expected to hear; or possibly wanted to hear, they were not cruel, nor dismissive. Those dark emerald eyes hid within them a measure of amusement in fact. Challenge, even. It was entirely up to Verzatea if she would accept what he gave.
"Tit for tat." He repeated with a thoughtful hum. "I should warn that the same will be returned. Ask me a question, and I will ask one of my own. In a ... bonding session... as you say." He smirked ever so slightly. "Your expression in regards to my appreciation for Sylvanas' tenacity says you disagree with my offering any brand of praise to the banshee. Do you not think such a trait is worth admiration?"
@whatadarkbitch
A gentle shlick of sucking against her teeth would announce the Confessor's immense displeasure before the inward hiss occurs, her lips coiling into a tight smile, "With the recent unfoldings I cannot even commend her for her prowess. There are many warriors greater than her, Horde, Alliance or other," the longer she spoke the more she unfurled, her voice becoming much more passionate and intense the further she rambled, her hands having begun to gesture as she talks, "For me, personally, there is more to an individual than their perseverance and intimidation." She'd pause here then, her eyes softening after flickering her gaze to meet his.
Was she getting too worked up again?
With a tempered sigh she shakes her head, muttering an apology before quickly picking up where she'd left off, "I judge a being based off their merits and principles. She was a woman worth her salt before her ultimate death."
There is finality in her heavy sigh, her shoulders slacking as she'd begun to relax once more. A wave of bashfulness came forth as she'd nervously pick at her attire. She fiddles first with the overall styled black jean dress, beneath the outfit sat comfortably her long sleeved white turtleneck-- She watched the bottoms of her sleeves whilst toying with her dress. There was a small silence as she allowed her harsh sentiment on the matter to settle, crossing her legs and thus bringing her left heeled bootie into view, the contrast of the dark blue suede shoes an artistic pop of color, "There simply seems more to judge a person on than their stubbornness to submit. In the long run, it could cripple if the powerful don't take themselves in stride, no?"
She meets his gaze after, seeming content with her humble answer. Then... It seemed in the content silence she had roused a curious thought herself... Friendship being hard earned was a concept she respected. She had her fair share of slow-burn relationships with a handful of characters in the Nine, but it still made her wonder...
"How many friends have you had in your lifetime any how?"
@ghawainearcane
Ghawaine listened quietly, watching her hand gestures and agitation with budding amusement. Eventually it drew him into a growing smirk as she settled, apologized, and plucked at her outfit.
"And yet you offer a brilliant display of all that you claim not worth judging ones merit upon." The mage actually chuckled, finally seating himself across from her rather than continue to act like a statue. Gloved hands straightened his trousers and adjusted his jacket before propping his elbows on the chair arms and leaning forward. "Tenacity and ferocity do not mean power. Though I will concede it is a stubbornness to not submit." He motioned to herself with a wave of a hand.
"Look at yourself. Without either trait you would likely not be sitting before me, narrating how you judge worth. You clearly feel very strongly about it all." Ghawaine leaned back to steeple his hands before his chest. "Without the stubborn desire to be who we are, who we want to be, you would have very little to judge on an individual. One cannot have merits or principles without that stubbornness you denounce so fervently." Those hands spread before him slightly until her next question caught him off guard.
A momentary frown caught him before he swiftly regained his composure and held up a single leather clad finger. "One, Miss Verzatea." Ghawaine answered simply, quieting to let her digest his reply.
@whatadarkbitch
The Confessor watched the mage closely and listened intently, at one point even shifting her weight to stack her arms atop one another on their shared table, adjusting her posture. She leans heavily onto her forearms, tucking an ankle across the other and slipping both feet beneath her chair whilst a pout tugs at her lips... The thoughtful expression in her eyes altered ever so slightly into a look of struggle-- she felt genuinely challenged by his comment. She was being a bit of a hypocrite wasnt she?
She really did have the audacity, seeing as how she refused to die in nearly every travesty of her life. Could it truly be comparable to Sylvannas's tragic villainy after her death?
She presses her lips into a firm line before allowing a corner of her lips to curl into a smirk, glancing up at him through her lashes after tilting her head down toward the table. "I'll concede that I'm just as stubborn and just as passionate. I refute that they aren't attractive traits for leaders if it's entirely their identity. But in moderation-," she inhales sharply before bitterly giving in, "Without being stubborn or passionate it'd make for a bland existence, without much to be excited over."
A perfectly content expression took place then as she bows her head for a second time. "Thank you for calling it out, I likely would have spent my existence living happily in blissful ignorance with my double standards."
The topic of his one friend in existence had surely stirred even further curiosity in her mind. In fact, she visibly flounders at such a prospect. How lonely an existence that must be! She wanted to bombard and question it all, surely he met and dealt with a plethora of people in his many years... Was he intentionally separating himself from others?
However, there would be plenty of opportunities for the who's, the whats, the whens and whys. She had hope atleast!
"... Thank you for telling me," she ultimately offers.
@ghawainearcane
"Would you prefer suits or books of spells in ancient text for Winters Veil?"
Ghawaine tilted his head ever so slightly at the question, taking a moment to ensure his tie was straight before turning to regard the woman. "Winters veil? That depends entirely on what task you are hoping to acquire from me." He frowned thoughtfully, clasping gloved hands behind his back as he did so.
"Books are far more valuable in any trade than a simple suit. If I were to choose between the two it would be books. What is it you are seeking in return during this season?" He tipped his head in a partial bow, emerald gaze never leaving her.
The thought that perhaps what was being offered was a gift never entered his mind. It was far too foreign a subject.
@whatadarkbitch
For the most part Tea seemed pleasantly surprised he had entertained her question at all, but the mere suggestion that her intentions were anything but pure was--... Well, fair.
The woman even manages a bought of soft laughter whilst she shakes her head in a dismissive manner, waving a hand about lazily whilst responding, "All I genuinely seek for Winters Veil is that it's enjoyed to the fullest," she manages a small smile before gesturing gently whilst stating, "But if you really wanted to... I am in dire need of fuzzy socks!"
She wears an exasperated expresion then as she begins to babble, "Either my daughter or the cub she commandeered from me keeps taking my left socks... It's truly a travesty when you have to keep pairing mismatched right socks even when you know they do not match," she sighs wistfully then.
With a shake of the head she straightens and refocuses, lifting her forefinger as she further remarks, "So! Books in exchange for fuzzy socks this Winters Veil. Fair trade?"
@ghawainearcane
As she refocused, she would find herself facing a mildly confused Ghawaine. His hands had returned to their customary position behind his back while both brows rose slightly.
Socks? Not only had she seemed to miss his meaning but she seemed to put a very high price on something so mundane. "I..." the mage started, only to quiet and thin his lips. He had to admit, he wasn't entirely certain how to approach this.
"Socks... then." He offered slowly. "Fuzzy ones, I believe?" He supposed he could get her socks. "I do not celebrate such holidays, but if it is socks you seek then they shall be sought. Once payment is exchanged your feet shall be warm."
Honestly, spell books for socks? Did fuzzy socks hold some sort of unknown power? Perhaps she sought an enchanted pair? That would make more sense. Though Ghawaine still wasn't sure why; even in hunting enchanted socks, Verzatea would hire him to do it. Men and women in his line of work were normally tasked with darker wishes.
Oh well.
Ghawaine tipped his head in a polite nod towards the woman, still slightly baffled at the exchange but rolling with it anyway before deciding to return to his work. "I shall begin this task shortly."
@whatadarkbitch
😍 For Ray
With a most wistful sigh Verzatea held the framed photo up, her eyes filled with pure joy. While the recent events of the Nine have truly tested the resolve and dedication of one another, Raven has maintained her devotion and loyalty. Even in truly dire scenarios, she maintained her cool and fought hard. Truly, in comparison to how Raven first came to them...
"I hope she is truly happy, at last," Tea confesses, returning the photo to the wall, resuming her walts through the hall, admiring the collected photos of each of the Nine. Truly like a family wall!
@raven-ooc
😍 Lucy Fry (@danilien)
Momentary confusion flashed across the maidens face as the photo is offered, her eyes inspecting the frozen woman's face with a glimmer of envy in her eyes. Alas, she'd ultimately return the photo with an apology:
"No no! That is not my photo. Only thing I know of this woman--," she pats her finger tip against the face of the photo before chuckling with a lighthearted smile, "Is the fact she simply has superb taste! I'd die to learn where she acquired the dress!"
@danilien
send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like
if your faceclaim is not readily stated on your muse’s bio, put the name in the ask :)
Oooh yes please!!
Any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are right now.
We will never be here again.
