#✾; aibreann: ic

[pseudomonacarriea]

Anon asked:

Bri, had you ever thought of going home to Victoria even outside of Rhodes Island's mission revolving around it?

Send my muse anons about their relationships. (Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.) -- Accepting! 

“I have. It’s not a thought that comes through often, but I’ve thought of returning for a moment.“

Everyone misses their home at some point, don’t they? Home cooked foods by her dad, even if she wondered how he was doing. Their last moments weren’t... the best.  She desperately wants to return to Victoria some days. Wants to remember the stories her father told her. How she played with the little Steam Knight doll that was made her. How she went on long walks and enjoyed the few shops that still recognized her since she was around so often.

But with how Victoria was now, was it worth it?

“But I know that if I return, I’ll be putting more than myself in danger. I don’t want to do that.”

[caelumsaltator]

That moment when, as soon as you arrive in Liyue for the wedding, come to realize you in fact don’t own formal wear. At least she arrived early. Well, no, she does but it’s back home in Fontaine. There’s not enough time to rush and go get it, so she’ll have to settle with acquiring a new set. Wedding gift left in her room of the inn she was staying at, the mercenary begins to traverse the bustling streets. Even more so with the wedding now the talk of town -- quite literately!

“I’ve never seen it so busy outside of the Lantern Rite. Not like this, at least. Is it always like this when a big wedding occurs?” She asks her shopping partner, peridot hues curious and also a little nervous.

[nessblessed-moved]

“I feel like that’d be terrifying if that was the monster going ‘AYYY’ just chasing you.” -- from Aibreann to Eden, or you can randomize me :3c

Dead by Daylight: Accepting || @mareesdetemps

“But if the monster is screaming too - you’d be able to spot them easier, right?”

That was using the old noggin! Perfect logic! At least in the mind of the dim witted summoner. God, how had they even gotten on the subject of monsters? They’d been discussing movies from their home world and then…oh, that was how! It hadn’t honestly been a discussion that Eden was entirely invested in. Mainly because she’d never been a fan of horror. Always having hid under her covers when even a scary advertisement showed up on the television!

But, Aibreann seemed to be having fun. And though the younger summoner was SHAKING just from the thought of horror movies - she was on some level enjoying herself as well. Occasionally letting out a chuckle or two.

“But…if YOU’RE screaming too…it might be harder to hear the monster. Then you never hear them at all. And then they bring out their knife and they-”

[zorkaya-moved]

"There's something I've been wanting to ask." Bri rests her hand against her cheek, leaning on it as she holds her head up on the table. "Why did you join the theatre? You don't really seem like the type of person to like it."

@caelumsaltator

The Snezhnayan understood where Aibreann was coming from, but it was also once again supporting her thoughts on how no one could know exactly who she was now. The fact that it was said that she wasn’t the type of person to enjoy theater only proved how little the other knew about her, but the same could be said about how Sokolova was asking from the other. It wasn’t like she was never interested, if anything she was performing in Snezhnaya when she was a kid quite often, even got to perform before the Tsaritsa herself and those who stood by her side at that time. The ice skating, the songs, the dances, the rituals, the greetings, everything. Her family knew she was a talented girl despite her isolated state of mind and her seeing the world quite differently compared to others. 

“It’s because of my youngest brother,” Zarina didn’t look up at the other as she turned the page in her book while answering the question. It won’t do her good or bad if she were to speak about her family yet it could be noticed how warm and tender her voice became as she spoke of her family. The memory of the youngest of Sokolovs echoed in her mind, his bright smiles and his small hands reaching out to her as she picked him up to swirl him around like their mother used to do. She became the mother to him, she had to become an adult much earlier than anyone. Even if Victor was helping, he had to work since he was young, and relying on their relatives from other parts of Snezhnaya was not possible for them at that time. “He liked it when I was singing and dancing. I helped kids learn certain dances in Snezhnaya when I was younger, he was also learning how to dance to show off in the town for the festival. It was very cute back then. He heard how I performed when I was young and said it was amazing. Both of my brothers knew I love music and acting, so they proposed for me to start the theater back in our region. Sadly, the unfortunate circumstances happened.” 

Specifically, her inability to bring her youngest brother out of Snezhanaya early enough to not let him think that he needed to do anything outside of his kid-capabilities to protect them. They would’ve been fine. Aleksey was supposed to move to Mondstadt or Fontaine or any other region that was not their homeland, even if she loved the views and the snow and the weather and the challenges presented there. She never regretted living there and going through all the hardships. Her one and only regret was not bringing Aleksey out of that place to send him to her family members in another place in Tevyat. 

“That’s why he’s not here. I moved after he passed away. I decided that a theater would be a way for me to remember. This is why I joined Miss Serebro’s theater. She said I might take over when she decided to pass it on to someone else,” Zarina was not going to tell her anything about the truth behind her actions and what exactly happened. It was enough. The only information she’d have would be her story. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the full truth either. She did add those words to make her story sound more emotional, even though there were far too many layers there. “I love music, Aibreann. It makes me think of soothing days when I was cradling my youngest brother, I made sure he knew I was there. Dancing, singing, acting - all of that was my childhood. That’s why I’m working for the theater. Well, also being the bodyguard of Miss Serebro, but I wanted to do something I enjoyed.” Lies sprinkled atop of the truth, mixing in so seamlessly that it was impossible to know what exactly was the lie that she spoke. 

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Why do you keep making me watch you and Ae play horror games? You know I can’t han- don’t like it!”

“Punishment for dragging me around time seems fitting enough.“

Puts his legs on top of her lap.

“Now watch.“

[pseudomonacarriea]

Gaétan @ anyone who dates Aibreann:

“Please take care of her. She’s a wildfire like her Mam. And y’know how Galway girls are.“

Aibreann in the background:

“Athair!!!“

[pseudomonacarriea]

RIP Tessa. There’s a reason she always has a free bed in the Med Bay for you.

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Tempest? Are you alright?”

“... I just got to thinking, that’s all. We haven’t been back to Victoria since then, have we?“

“No, we haven’t. Are you scared?“

The feline rubs her left arm out of habit.

“I... would be lying if I didn’t say yes.“

“But we can’t think on that. We have bigger fish to fry. C’mon, let’s go meet up with the others. The briefing should be starting soon.”

Saileach knows the other woman lingers the fear of going back. Going back to the place where you called home. When the silence of the noon air suddenly exploded with bombs.

And that’s the day she became Infected.

Yet, she still tries to raise her head high. Like a banner waving in a storm that seems to never to end.

“Let’s go.”

She knows her friend well enough. There’s nothing to be scared of.

She’s not alone.

[pseudomonacarriea]

@divinedbolt​

when someone banishes zeus to the shadowrealm

Starts looking up how-. Wait, can’t she just ask to unsummon him? That could help, at least for now.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Sighs heavily.

When can Chaldea have a quiet day?

[pseudomonacarriea]

“So you don’t want me to do….this?”

Connla speaks innocently enough, but how he's grinding into Aibreann's rear said absolutely otherwise. He's been gentle enough with his touches, but gave enough firmness that she wouldn't be able to stop her imagination from wandering, from thinking that he could so, so much more if he applied just a little more pressure. If he just pushed past her clothes.

Less Cringe Worthy Sinday Meme -- Accepting! -- @pseudomonarkaerenea

There was only so much that she could handle, and he was pushing her to that brink. The small touches against her back, neck, and legs while he continues to tease her mercilessly. Her imagination's already gone. Thinking of things he could do, what she wanted to do, and yet he just continued this torture. Left hand reaching back behind her, fingers rest over his arm. Not realizing just how hard she's gripping onto him to keep her grounded in reality.

"I--,"

She knows he can feel her shutters, feel her hips push against his, and the sharp inhale to stifle the moans threatening to fall out between her lips. When she turns her head to look at him, the woman's face is the same color pink as a sunrise.

"Connla, wait-"

I don't think I can take this teasing -- for much longer.

As much as she wants to retort, nothing follows his name or phrase. Tongue caught again by an Irish Hound.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry--

Proceeds to cry over the M.ars Ro.vers and Voy.ager.

[pseudomonacarriea]

#Aibreann brings shame to her family.

“I’M SORRY DAD!“

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Louis, you know they’re going to be like this every now and then.”

[pseudomonacarriea]

>Is a scientist and super good at math. Could just continue researching and making things, and developing some tech.

>Instead, uses it to make candy for Phym in large batches

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Doubt.”