#Kharris/Khaeris

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC August 2024 - Day 6 - Fulfillment / Corruption - Khaeris / Kharris

Khaeris idly swirled the Shadows she had called with a finger, like a finger in a bowl. She had called them with ease and she had been able to do so for many years. Still, she glanced across the picnic blanket to see Kharris was fully wreathed in them, enough that the other elven woman’s hair danced with the sibilant power that they could both hear. Whispers.

The two women--alike enough to be twins--both let go of their Shadow at the same time. They blinked at each other, then laughed in harmony. Like they were reflections.

They drank the same types of tea and sometimes voiced the same thoughts. Khaeris had lovelier handwriting; she had never lost and relearned the ability to read. Kharris could call more deeply to the Shadow, but she had been lost to it before. Khaeris had no scars, her skin complete perfection; Kharris had one. Kharris smiled wide but slower than Khaeris, who felt younger and less tempered.

They were different versions of the same woman and there had been a satisfying sense of fulfillment for each of them when they had finally allowed themselves to have a friendship. They had done some of the simple tricks of twins; swapping responsibilities for a few hours. Asarel had caught her as an imposter right away. That man could be scary!

Kharris flopped back onto the blanket, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth of the day on her face. Khaeris watched her openly before turning to look over the meadow instead, musing melancholy. Was she simply a corruption of the other woman? A Not-Quite Copy?

As if she knew what Khaeris was starting to ruminate on, Kharris tossed one of the croissants and snorted to hear it hit Khaeris in the head.

They laughed again, music together. What a weirdly wonderful world.

@daily-writing-challenge

[pyraelia]

Useless

“You’re too hard on yourself,”

It was hard to see that as a bad thing. Khaeris probably would’ve said the same thing. Probably had said the same thing. It was hard to hear it from her. Kharris. The exact same person, but different. Khaeris with harder edges and sharper realities, a heaviness brought on by other people and paths. 

Compared to Fiorenze, Luminash, Taliandrah, Pollux, even Helal, what was she? Useless. 

Fiorenze did everything better, she always had. She was charming, bright, and deeply cunning. More than people knew. She excelled and was excellent. Ran the House and estate with an ease she was born to, not in the fits and starts Pyraelia had the two years it had all been in her personal care. 

Luminash was a thinker. Unburdened by rules and realities. He’d make new ones that suited him if he needed. He was going to, to try and bridge the gap where no bridge was meant to be built. That was useful. That might bring Khaeris back. 

Taliandrah, as much as Pyraelia couldn’t stand the woman, was much like Fiorenze. Social, though not as gracefully so, and quick. More clever than she let on -- she’d have to be, to do so well in the Scryers. She could find Khaeris where Khaeris was not meant to be found. That was useful.

Pollux was a brilliant man. He’d come up with ways to seamlessly blend medicine and technology in ways she’d never seen. A feat worth more recognition than he’d ever publicly received, though there were plenty of grateful recipients of his craft over the years -- herself included. He was undoubtedly working on something spectacular to bring Khaeris back, because of course he was. He loved her. Nothing would stop him. That was useful.  

Helal could craft runes to keep other magics at bay, something they’d need more of when they brought her back. Something that bought them time before she’d gone away. Kharris herself had theorized that it’d probably be necessary to shield Khaeris from whatever might be looking if she came back, to prevent this from happening again. That would be useful.

Pyraelia could do illusions. Exceptional ones. Small things no one would ever notice, grand things that were meant to be seen. In the morning she’d put one of her rings on, enchanted to cover up the dark half-circles under her eyes, the burn scars on the right side of her neck, and the nearly see-through pallor of her skin. Without it she looked frail, worn thin and ill. With it she was the lovely girl in all the paintings hanging in her sister’s Estate. Fresh faced and warm. 

The other rings, of which there were several, were vanities. Each one a wheel, each one with several illusions layered like a cake. Turn the ring and with a shimmer the lines of her prosthetic would change, the colors would shift and even the material would “adjust”. She’d come up with several different fashions to lay on top of the arm so it could match her clothes and mood to her whims. It was a solution to it not feeling like it was hers, but it was a vanity all the same. 

Illusions would do nothing to help Khaeris. As much as Kharris thought they might, they were useless here. She’d tried to do something different, summon a demon for access to the Legions knowledge, and was admonished severely for it. A failure of a plan that fractured her relationships further. She was trying to be useful, but more and more as the days turned and August stretched into September, with everyone who was useful coming up with solid plans, she was forced to reconcile with the fact that there was no use for her here. Not in this. She was useless. 

Pyraelia picked up one of the stones on the bank of the pond -- one of Fiorenze’s, she could tell by the enchantment on it. It was warm in her palm, the magic laid into the stone skittering across her skin as she held it. Alre Moonspell, clerk in the judiciary, it whispered. She rolled her eyes and put it back down, finding one that hadn’t been marked and chucked it into the center of the pond with a satisfying splash and ripple. The petty violence against nature didn’t make her feel any better, not an ounce. Useless. 

( @kharrisdawndancer // @luminashdawnwing // @taliandrahflamesurge // @polluxhale // @helalthehallowed )

[fio-renze]

Day 15: Night sky/Lost

It was a talent that Fiorenze rarely disclosed — they were a family of fire mages, after all. Scrying spells had been seductive early in life, an easy way to keep an eye or find things that had gone missing. Over time she’d gotten better at it, honing her skills into a masterpiece. 

Pyraelia’s plea had been enticing. Her friend Khaeris had been ripped back into her own timeline, an alternate space running somewhere out there concurrent to their own while the original Kharris had remained here. Could she be found with scrying magic? Was it even possible? 

They’d both agonized over the spell matrix and required components for months. Her little sister had so much faith in impossible being a concept for the unimaginative. Their first few attempts failed, how much money had they sunk into reagents? How many times had Pyraelia slipped out to fume under the Eversong stars after a bowl shattered or Fiorenze had to stop because of physical pain? 

Still, they persevered. Pushing the limits of arcane until finally… Finally, it worked. There was an audible groan to the bronze mirror as the connection was forged, warping the material fundamentally. Khaeris had been found, walking the streets of another Silvermoon, somewhere else. 

It was a little sloppy and slap-dash, Khaeris must have seen her in a window — something reflective, because they locked eyes. 

Fiorenze grinned as the silvered glass between her hands shattered. 

They’d done it.

@daily-writing-challenge​ // @kharrisdawndancer​ // @pyraelia​

[darbiebot]

😍 for Khaeris AND Kharris, ha! Challenge! -- Deepika Padukone

“Kharris on the dance floor,  nothin’ looks more graceful.”

“Khaeris ‘as that smile that always makes me grin in return. Can’t ‘elp it, like they bottled sunshine.”

[mekandawn]

I'm not supposed to get readings from you anymore because they tend to upset me. ... I still want them. I'm just a mess.

Caythaes bites their lip HARD. It’s so tempting to say “Well, maybe if you listened to the cards, you’d be less of a mess,” but that is not the most tactful thing to say.

And for some people, like Lynesse and Kharris/Khaeris, the mess is not entirely their fault. Without any additional context, it’s better to keep that thought to themself.

Ahem.

“Weeeell....” Caythaes says, ears tipped back and glancing to the side. “The- the only one stopping you, in this case, is you, I presume. So. Um. You know.”

“Do as your heart guides you, I guess.”

[seetheotherways]

Every “💣” I get my muse will admit something they never wanted to tell to your muse - For Kharris or Khaeris, if you can think of anything!

“I think you’re gorgeous and so full of light. You always have a smile on and it seems to touch everyone around you. Honestly? Super attracted to you for more than just your looks in the few times we’ve spoken.” (( Thank you! ))

[selysona-wra]

Every “💣” I get my muse will admit something they never wanted to tell to your muse - For Kharris or Khaeris, if you can think of anything!

“One of my biggest memories of you is when you suddenly grabbed Iloam while I was literally at his side, and kissed him. I don’t think you understand how hurtful it was for you to have just done so without at least asking me to step aside. Did you think I would be a bitch about it? Were you laying your claim to him? You didn’t need to shove it in my face if that’s what you were trying to do.” (( Thank you!! @desolatedangel for mentions! ))

[thornbolts]

send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like -- Deepika Padukone

She’s beautiful af! Perfect FC’s for both Khaeris and Kharris!

@kharrisdawndancer

[kharrisdawndancer]

For someone new to following! What is this about new timelines? I want to know EVERYTHING but that’s not a realistic ask! So what’s the highlight for an introduction into it! If you don’t mind of course!

OK! This a moderately involved OOC story, but honestly not SUPER interesting, lol. I'm putting it under a cut so that people who aren't interested don't have to scroll for it:

Originally I rolled Kharris on Shadow Council back in early Burning Crusade. She become one of my RP main characters and had a very full and lively time on Shadow Council with a lot of people in her life. Eventually, the player that played her husband decided they were leaving the game for what they thought was going to be forever, so Kharris got played less and less, but I still liked her character and wanted to play her. So I rolled a new version of Kharris on Wyrmrest Accord. MOST of her history was the same, but obviously who she knew and life experiences started to branch. This was not Kharris-ShC, this was a new version, Kharris-WrA.

So off and on for several years, I played both versions of the character, and both got into shenanigans. Both were still named Kharris at this time. Then Cross Realm Zoning (CRZ) started to happen in WoW. And my main RP hub for both versions of Kharris was Silvermoon City. And Silvermoon City was gettin CRZ'ed with Wryrmrest and Shadow Council together. So I would RP on WrA-Kharris with her history and friends and someone from Shadow Council would see her and act like she was ShC-Kharris. It got confusing and funny and the different spheres of each verison of Kharris started to overlap. I wasn't sure how to handle it. Eventually I name changed WrA to Khaeris to help differentiate them. Then CRZ'ing went away in favor of Sharding technology in WoW, and we didn't get smooshed together anymore really. So the In-Character story is that Khaeris somehow got pulled into another timeline--Kharris's timeline. And I had to try to figure out some storylines for that to make it work IC. I have a tag called "y2k" (Why two K's) if you really want to dig in. Big Kid K = Kharris, Shadow Council origin (though now she's on WrA too lol) Baby Karrots = Khaeris, Wryrmest Accord original

[gloamingdawn]

Send 😍 for me to gush about both!!!

You’re one of my oldest video game friends and the fact that we’ve known each other so long and have kept in touch and visited in person is a really big deal to me! It’s wild to me that hung out with you a couple of months before you had your kid, and now your kid is like... talking and playing WoW and other video games. 

I miss being able to just hang out in person a lot. You have such a warm, welcoming presence that’s immediately apparent. I miss raiding with you, too, but I know I’m too lazy to keep up with what I know you want for your team (and always have been lmao, even when I was on the team). I miss RPing with you! This expansion has been the worst so far for story and our schedules are bad for doing things together. It’s always such a nice change of pace when we are able to, though. I’ve always loved how true you stay to your characters, even if some of the choices made drive me absolutely crazy.

You’re absolutely one of the best people I know, hands down. I envy your level-headedness. And, like the anon said earlier, I do hope you start drawing again. I still have that little card of Acelynn you made for me ages ago because it made me so happy.  

Character time: 

Kharris: I love her so much!! I know you’ve been trying to get back into playing her more because you miss her. Her pragmatism has always been a big part of why I enjoyed her, along with her flair for having fun and living her life. The dynamic between Asarel-Kharris-Iloam has always been interesting too, and an easy source of conflict for.. well, anything, at any time, even if you didn’t need it. I do hope you’re able to start playing her again soon. 

Khaeris: I love her so much, too!! It’s crazy how merging the servers gave you such a cool story with Y2K, I’ll always be a little jealous of that. Being able to see how different Khaeris is from Kharris due to the different influences in their lives has been really interesting, too. I know of late things haven’t gone exactly as you’d want them where Baby Carrots is concerned but I also know that you’re usually able to find a silver lining and I hope you’ll be able to do that here, too. 

Renrael: I miss him, and I miss being able to see him on Mondays, but there’s no greater joy than having a stable D&D night so I absolutely understand why he won’t be around for a while. He’s such a mystery! Lyn doesn’t know his last name! She doesn’t know where he lives! She really wants him to date Trisandrah! Characters that are able to keep so much of themselves under-wraps are so difficult to play, but you do it so well. (pls bring him back sometime). 

Thanks @kharrisdawndancer, you’re amazing

[kharrisdawndancer]

Kharris, Khaeris, Tinnaire, Braedyn!

Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.

I will publish and respond OOC.

[embergale]

Name: Meryn Deh’lorei

Age: Looks like he’s in his early to mid 40s in a more Human timespan. 

Height: 6′4″

Weight: Muscular, athletic

Blood Type: O+

Eye color: Fel green

Hair color: Strawberry blonde, though his facial hair grows in a darker red. He’s also started to silver along his sideburns and temples.  Date of Birth: August 14

Zodiac sign: Leo

Shoe size: 12.5

Favorite Color(s): Neutral greys, cardinal red, cerulean blue

Favorite smell(s): Roasting meats, fresh peaches, Xanelen’s cologne & shampoo

Birth Gem: Peridot

Race: Sin’dorei

Talent(s): Pickpocketing, lock picking, growing plants, giving stellar feet rubs, avoiding trouble

A wish they have always wanted: He wants a farm, like he grew up on, but better. And like, five kids. 

An item they hold dear to their heart: The memory ring Xanelen had made for him so he wouldn’t forget important stuff. 

Favorite sound(s): Piano solos, happy chicken clucks, oven timer ding, the warm resonance of Xan’s voice when Meryn is using his chest as a pillow. 

Fear(s): Xan dying in the field. Lyn dying in the field. Fire. City Guards. 

Accomplishment(s): He has a hoard of stolen art, gems, and baubles that nobody knows about and he fully intends to keep it that way.  Your muse’s catchphrase(s): “Darlin’.“

Likes: Peaches n’ cream anything, fried faire food, thinking highly inappropriate thoughts at his husband in public over their mental link.

Dislikes: Places he could wind up trapped. Being alone for too long. The City Guard. Sleeping on the ground. Silence. 

Any scars?: Plenty, mostly on his hands and forearms. 

Birthmarks?: Some light shoulder freckling. 

Something about your muse that is different from everyone else: He has mild synesthesia and has a hard time reading because of his dyslexia. 

What makes your muse cry?: Not a lot. He’d probably cry if Xan were really upset with him. We’re talking “move out of the house” upset. 

What makes your muse happy?: His family. Food. Baby animals. Sparkly things. Sleeping in. Bubble baths. 

What makes your muse laugh?: Puns and absurdity. 

Does your muse love his/her parents? Why or why not?: Nope. His dad was abusive and his mother never stood up for him. They disowned him pretty early on in his life and he never looked back. 

Does your muse have any friends? Which friend is closest to him/her?: His husband, for sure. Xanelen knows the most about him out of anyone. He’s also very fond of both Kharris and Khaeris. Tali. Ylaise. Sylrissa. Dicenne. Embraelle. Etc etc etc. He loves people! 

Your muse’s favorite food?: Peach pie. 

Does your muse follow a religion? If so, what is it and what are their beliefs?: He has a complicated understanding of the Light, but he’s not necessarily a follower himself. 

What would get your muse to fall in love with someone?: Be cute and kind and somewhat of a challenge to get to know. 

Has your muse ever killed/murdered somebody? Why did they do it and what was their motive? He hasn’t! 

Does your muse have a type when it comes to physical attraction?: He doesn’t, really. People who obviously have some pride in how they look and make an effort to come across well kept tend to draw his eye. 

What does your muse find endearing personality wise?: Kindness, affection and attention towards him is real nice, people who like to cook are great. 

What is the stupidest/ most illogical thing your muse has done and why did they do it?: He’s not a very smart man, and does quite a few illogical things. Some of it boils down to kleptomania, even though he has more than enough money to cover things. He has a lot of bad habits that haven’t been smoothed away either. The stupidest and most illogical was probably sneaking away to Argus without telling Xanelen or getting his blessing. He just wanted to go and see the place, and acquire some things! He’d been alone for a long time and was bored. It was a bad situation all around. 

Tagged by: @sunspell-wra on Lyn but I’d already done it on her so here’s this foolish man for you. 

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC May 2023 - Day 7 - Lover/Aftermath - Variety

Jaskian looked up at the giant hourglass. It was beautiful, if a bit ‘on the nose’, and you certainly couldn’t ignore it. Soridormi was efficiently moving the next troupe through the time-portal and into the battles ahead. Jaskian pulled her hair up into a more practical plait down her back.

Chronomancy settled into glittering sands of magic around her as she stepped through for the next bit of her research. She was here to help the Bronzes, but also Luminash. Lumi’s misadventure with the timeways had naturally caused a sudden and intense pivot of research from ley-lines to time magic. He was working through things himself, but she would never make her husband tease out the time-tangles by himself.

Once more into the breach! … Or maybe twice.

They would fix this, or at least get it to a point where Luminash felt more empowered than haunted. ~~~

They were back in Silvermoon for now and it was nice to see Farthing and Threadneedle. Kharris held her teacup in both hands, eyes closed and enjoying the warmth. Her ears flickered, listening for the sounds of tiny feet running through the house, and for a moment worry started to rear up instinctively--where was the baby? The thought wasn’t even completely articulated before it resolved itself again.

Asarel’s softest touch against her shoulder, then the press of his lips just behind her ear relaxed her again.

The Dragon Isles were a bit too dangerous for the tiny family right now, and the rest was welcome. Babysitters and playdates were welcome respite, giving the lovers their time to reconnect alone.

Who knew a house could be so quiet? … Well. For a moment. They were probably about to change that.

Her dimples appeared slowly as she smiled and turned toward him. It was good at be home. ~~

Braedyn threaded her fingers through Fortune’s hair rhythmically. He was reading the newspaper, splayed across their bed. She had a novel held up in one hand and was busy with less factual print. Evios was lounging by the door, the big black lion was rumbling something with a notably possessive lilt to it.

Ah, Zeik was in the hall, looking in, as he slinked down the hall. He was not stopping there. No doubt the lynx was heading to the girls’ bedrooms--they spoiled him as much as their father did. The motion of his tail flicking drew her eyes again, but she was back to turn the page then next moment.

The story was nearing its conclusion and only one last mystery remained to be elucidated. Braedyn was so invested that her delicate touches paused, distracted. That was a mistake.

“Ouch!” Instinct slapped the paperback down toward her assailant. He had bitten her!

“Ooph.” Fortune grunted, but then laughed. “I think you hurt me more than I hurt you.”

“You are a damn cat.” She looked cooly down at him, though her cheeks were flushed with mild embarrassment at being caught so off guard. She couldn’t stop his laughter from curling the corners of her lips though.

Fortune laughed again and shoved his newspaper loudly out of the way, then took her book and placed it (though he took care not to lose her place) on the nightstand. He reached over her to turn off the lamp with a very feline grin.

“…Fortune. You haven’t trained the cats to close the door.”

The moment of silence stretched.

Finally, the man slid off the bed to do what his giant cats would not. ~~

Khaeris was at the worried part of the cycle. Resentment had melted away sometime in the night. She was getting stories of brutal Primalist assaults all through the Dragon Isles. Worry would give away to relief, then to moping, then back to resentment.

She flicked through pictures on her comm, trying to ignore that there weren’t any pending messages to check. He’d message when he could. It had been over a week now. Maybe two? … Surely not? Days dripped by like the rain off the orchids here in Zandalar. It was always at night when the household was asleep that Khaeris got caught back up in missing Pollux.

They’d have told her if something had happened right? … Aerden would let her know, right? She sighed and closed the device and started into her ritualistic morning stretches with a heavy heart.

~~ @daily-writing-challenge mentions: @luminashdawnwing @murmuring-shadows @rhiowroleplay @polluxhale

[kharrisdawndancer]

Friendship, romantic, whatever!

Kharris, Khaeris, Tinnaire, whomever!

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[kharrisdawndancer]

Kharris, Khaeris, or Tinnaire!

TMI Tuesday

Ask my characters anything, no matter how invasive! Ask for advice on any matter! Confess anything to them! Nothing is off-limits on TMI Tuesday!

Anon is on!

[aerdendios]

"I want to get to know you."

“Really? I’d like that very much Miss Khaeris.”  Or was it Kharris, oh gods he was terrible at this.  Hopefully he was right!

@kharrisdawndancer