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*Que dijimos de simpear por Swap?

*What did we say about simping for Swap?

-_-!

Anet:¿Y que tiene?

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On GW2's narratives

I maintain that the reason GW2's stories always fall flat (though some more than others cough SotO cough) is that we have almost no villains.

What parts of the story do people remember most fondly? LW1, PoF, and LW4 almost universally. Y'know, the parts that came to life because of Scarlet Briar, Balthazar, and Palawa Joko. I´d also add the tearjerker at the end of EoD and saying goodbye to Aurene, but that's not relevant to the point I'm going to make.

Remember in like 8th grade English class, when your teacher talked about conflicts in storytelling? It was probably something like this.

GW2 has opted almost universally for the bottom-right quadrant : Person vs. Nature. There's nothing wrong with that type of conflict. The dragons are a force of nature more than independent living things, and the Kryptis and Titans are about the same after all was said and done with them.

But those kinds of stories are almost antithetical to the power fantasy that most MMORPGs, including GW2, rely on. The only time in the history of this game where anything felt actively hostile was in HoT's open world. So we're just left there reacting to a quasi-mindless threat with no motivations, goals, or real personality, who we know for sure we're going to defeat because it's a video game designed to be beaten with minimal effort. If we wanted to call the antagonistic forces a "natural disaster", they would be the equivalent of a pretty mild rainshower. Not exactly a compelling story.

Before I move into villains, I want to address why Society and Self would also make uninteresting conflicts in this case. In both cases, it requires ANET to define our character's personality, goals, and convictions more than they already have. This leaves players feeling disconnected from any sort of potential narrative roleplay. Additionally, in the former's case, it would require ANET to make a profound political message, which I don´t think they are capable of.

That leaves us with Person vs. Person. Here's where villains come in.

Villain-centric stories are almost a cheat code for MMORPGs. Look at Lilith from FFXI, Shiro Tagachi and Khilbron from GW1, the Lich King from WoW, Emet Selch (everyone's favourite sexy grampa) and Zenos from FFXIV.

They allow you to tell a full and complete character-driven story without writing our characters for us or having to write them as cartoons so that they stand out (literally every one of our main party members in GW2). You're forced to define your character in comparison or contrast to the villain's aims, means, and/or convictions.

We found out later that Scarlet Briar was an agent of Modremoth, but at the time, we thought she was some batshit genius! We saw and reacted to the shit she was doing through the lens of trying to understand her. It made the world feel big and fragile and mysterious.

We met Balthazar as he deceived us, and we had to reckon with a god's view of life vs. our own.

Palawa Joko, I mean, nuff said, he's the best character writing we've ever had in this game and he was taken out of GW1. And he was played half for laughs!

When we don´t have strong antagonist writing, we're left with just a beige sea of allies who have no real philosophical underpinnings. Of course they're against the threat, it's killing them, what else? I don´t even know any of the SotO characters names because I can´t care about them. They're faceless randoms who simply act as agents of Isgarren. Okay. Who cares?

I am 1000000% certain that the writing team at ANET follows my inane tumblr blog closely, so please, take my advice and give us a mirror.

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[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

Hm, okay, I can see that.

I'd argue Logan was in jail in Lion's Arch, an independent city from Kryta, and what his actual motivation was was 'retrieval of a holy relic' (Sohothin), so that rather recommends him for Seraph Captain than otherwise :P (mostly joking btw). But I don't think a foreign arrest has any bearing on whether you're hired for head of the army in your native kingdom. In fact, as head of the army of a kingdom, being in jail in foreign countries sounds like part of what you might be signing up for, depending on how that goes. Also he totally cleared his record with LA anyway, completely legit and above-board, AND came back to save them from Morgus Lethe. Extremely friendly relations all around, I'd say.

I'd also argue he DID work hard to get where he did. He was a hero. He killed dragon champions. He got the whole asura gate to Ebonhawke set up that way. Then, when Dylan FAILED to protect the queen by being a typical best-and-brightest fighter, Logan SUCCESSFULLY protected the queen by leveraging his international contacts AND by proving that he'd BECOME a best-and-brightest sort of fighter. He also proved his loyalty to the reigning Krytan monarch OVER other, foreign interests (DE). Sounds like a perfect shoo-in for Captain, although I'm sure it disgruntled Caudecus, a few high-rankers who were hoping for the job, and perhaps made civilians scratch their heads a bit.

He totally worked hard to get where he is. As I'm showing in my fic, Logan being a hero (in his own right, not just bc he's a Thackeray) and Captain of the Seraph make him just BARELY, at a STRETCH, eligible for marrying the queen. That's why Caudecus' opposition is so significant. Logan worked hard to be an internationally-acclaimed hero, and now he has to work even harder to in this specific goal.

He's a commoner who now has access to the queen - that's social mobility based on merit, which is something pretty rare in medieval-style cultures but by no means a bad thing, and 100% something I'd expect from Anet.

However, I do agree WHOLEHEARTEDLY that this love story didn't make much sense AT ALL (at least for the attention they gave it) since Logan's win condition in the game is "LEAVE the queen and convince Rytlock he won't run away again" which... wow OK, Anet, make sense much? Now in the book, Jennah says "I don't need another polished courtier", she likes having a rugged hero. So SHE actually AGREES with the narrative saying Logan has to leave, and she tells the player she wants Logan to be able to make his own decisions (aka... won't call Logan away again). The problem is resolving... whatever it is that keeps Logan glued to Jennah's side. Overprotectiveness, co-dependence, sexism (as is implied in S3, that he's realized she can take care of herself, as if he didn't know before)... it's not REALLY explored, especially not in the PS, why he wants to stay as Seraph Captain when the whole narrative is pushing him to leave. If there was more time + resources to address this story so that could be explored and Logan could have an actual emotional arc about it, yay, but there wasn't (or it wasn't used on him).

THATS WHY (OR 1 REASON) IM WRITING FIC ABOUT IT.

Like I rather PREFER when Anet fudges a story bc then I can apply logic-brain to "how SHOULD this have gone" and write fic about it. Which is my happy place, so yay. (Anticipating maybe perhaps having a lot of fic ideas when I play SotO, lol.) But that doesn't apply so much to structural things like "Logan's whole entire backstory should have been different because it's OOC for him" like... a backstory defines what's OOC and what isn't. My fic is about saying "here's how EVERYTHING EVER actually DOES line up and look pretty and be a good story, at least if they'd bothered doing it justice and not counting the stupid retcon the one time".

And that's why I keep arguing with you ig lol 😆

Re: DW again, I'd argue that HOT for DW was the equivalent of the book for DE. Highly functional time for everyone. Then DE has their PS era, which matches DW's S3 era - divided, falling all over themselves, failing left right and center. There was a discussion in the GW2 reddit discord recently about what was S3/POF about, and yeah everyone agreed it was all a big hot dysfunctional mess, the Commander is suicidal, nobody sticks around for longer than 3 minutes and the Commander has to run off to Elona to face the god of WAR by THEMSELF. Basically, yeah, the group of nobodies was functional in HOT... but they fell apart quite wildly too after the fact.

In fact, I'm tempted to argue that DW mirroring DE in this way was done on purpose. Rather than being an unfortunate repetition or redundancy, it tells the same story again, and honestly that has value. People read the same stories again and again. Humanity has liked that for thousands of years.

Also that's a really good point abt the parallels between the Commander and Braham, I really wish that had been explored more (in the same vein as wishing his guild got more attention, or Braham-Logan dynamics and differences and similarities).

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Guild Wars 2 is a story about UNITY. It's message is "yall guys stick TOGETHER or it won't go happy for you, and if you do you can literally slay Elder Dragons" and telling us in different ways. So we see it in DE - when they stick together and work together they Do Things (book), when they don't the world falls apart (PS) but other people step up (Comm, Pact, DW), and when THEY stick together it goes well (S1, S2, HOT), and when they don't it's awful (Pact in HOT, Comm in S3, DE/DW in S3, Comm in POF, Braham in POF), and when they do its good (S4), and even when OTHER people get into fights and disagreements it doesn't go well for them either (IBS) and when you bring them together it goes well (IBS, EOD).

Sticking together and playing nice is Tyria's SUPERPOWER. Its what enables them to rise to level of dragons, gods, evil dictators, and The Literal Void Itself, and WIN.

Which makes healthy, respectful, mutually enjoyable interpersonal relations THE most important thing in the world!

AND IM BAD AT THAT. I'm autistic, social interactions are HARD for me! Keeping and maintaining friends is stressful! So that kinda hits hard! That's why my protagonists (other than Logan) who KNOW that's what the story is STILL HAVE A HARD TIME WITH IT. BC THEY'RE AUTISTIC TOO.

See look at that, there's me also getting off track lol :P don't worry about it I'm fairly sure this is the getting-off-track website lol. ITS ALL GW2 IDC LOL.

anyway yeah: the story of DE getting together again in the PS mirrors the story of the Pact getting together and that all is what enables them to fight.

You said it "doesn't lend its self to the story they need to tell. Which is the races need to come together to beat these elder dragons. But their differences come between them. Even the best and brightest couldn't do it. What hope is there? They are inspired by the pact sure and help take down Zhaitan but they just helped."

I think it massively does. Logan's love for Jennah is directly what comes between him and Rytlock (and by extension, the rest of DE). Resolving those differences is the primary angle of the story Anet is trying to tell - that their differences come between them but you REALLY need to work through those because that's the win condition of everything ever.

And that's goes into Anet's IRL message of, like, equality and diversity and accepting people who are different from you, and not being toxic, and figuring out how to interact on a level, friendly, polite field with everyone else, because that's the secret to world domination peace.

Anyway it all goes back to my original point in my OP, which was ANET PLEASE ACTUALLY TEACH US *HOW* TO DO HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS VIA THE COMICAL TRAGEDIES OF DESTINY'S EDGE.

I mean, Anet even does it in LOOT MECHANICS. Your resource nodes aren't competitive! There's no kill-stealing! Everybody gets event participation! You get rewards for rezzing ppl! And so GW2 is noted for having one of the most friendly playerbases ever!

They embedded the moral of the story into the game mechanics, this is why I say video game development is an art on par with literature and music and art! They can pretty please show us DE getting along and learning non-toxic relational behaviors 🥺🥺🥺

Anyway /endrant lol

Anet does a lot of cool stuff and has an amazing vision and an awesome game, I'm just. ALWAYS rooting for them to do it better. I have unfailing hope (like Trahearne) and I guess they just have to hit their 23-year mark first ;) and I'll keep writing fic in the meantime bc honestly they have the best game on the market. I may be biased but hey :P Trahearne my beloved ♥️ though shadows fall, still the stars find their way :))

Anet could have done SO much with the Destiny's Edge split-up. How to deal with toxic friendships, how to healthily respond to blame and guilt, how to distance yourself if necessary...

Not necessarily by PORTRAYING those things (DE is as dysfunctional as it gets), but by showing the opposite, the bad habits and thoughts we fall into.

The sheer contradiction of "I miss them but I'm glad they're gone."

Like those relationships were SO GOOD and then they got SO BAD and like. That should be talked about more.

Anyway there's another chapter of Reforging the Edge coming out today, so stay tuned!

[dumb-dumb-mander]

Okay okay, a while back, while showing the abandoned puzzle jump to a friend, I started to ramble about ideas "how to make Trahearne come back/stay" and said I would do a post about it

I never did

Until now !

Be aware that those ideas are made by a dude who has a bad memory and plays GW2 for not even 2 years, so bears with me !

Have fun with those absolutely disorganized ideas lovelies

⚠ Spoilers about everything

• I would start with an idea that popped in my mind because of the WIP of Mother-Alba (check the finished version here, because they deserve praise)

Okay so, Trahearne, kept captive by Mordremoth who implanted a seed in his deteriorated (/half transformed?) body

I really love the idea of Trahearne surviving with scars and not fully safe and sound for... reasons (another story for another time)

But what if, because of the seed and the Commander weakening Mordremoth by the inside, Trahearne could use the powers of Mordry and create himself a new body to "escape"

Imagine, the Commander "coming back" and see the last breath of life leaving Trahearne's body, Mordremoth dead without any seed to come back

To then found/be found by an unknown sylvari (mordrem maybe even? Mordrem looking?) later calling for them with a so well know voice

• Next idea, inspired by all the known and unknown powers of Aurene + what we know and saw of the Mist

Okay this one is really a long stretch and messy but─

Where we are now, Aurene should be overpowerful (as much as the Commander because Champion)

However, to my taste, this isn't really shown (one of the reasons be that if Aurene/Commander is/are too powerful, there wouldn't be any challenge anymore, I'm aware, even if I also HC Aurene to be scared of her own power and turn mad like all the others Elder Dragons before her)

We still do know that she is at Eye of the North while being in the Mist (and other places/everywhere I think?) and that she is, for what I understood, able to use the others' Elder Dragon powers

Which mean...

She can go in the Mist

She could create new Sylvari (Mordremoth)

She also could play with death (Zaithan)

Long stretch, but she could create a new body for Trahearne, go search for his spirit/soul in the Mist (because you won't make me believe he isn't there somewhere), maybe even a journey for the Commander heh, and yeet him in this new body

• I saw someone a while back saying that Trahearne was a powerful and smart Necromancer and he could have a plan for this type of situation...

Less interesting, but they could do... "A Rytlock"

And just make him come back "sorry, took a jig when I should've taken a jag, what did I miss ?"

Especially that there will be Necromancer pew pew now, so he could be an avatar for that new stuff

It's not as big as having a whole new class but still

Anet probably saw by now that many people miss Trahearne and we saw them bending to please sooo.... a coming back is clearly possible for me

• This one I'm kinda cheating because this isn't a real come back... but what about apparitions

Hear me out

I said before that I felt that Aurene/Commander wasn't/weren't showing enough their full powers potential

I'm also a huge fervent fan of that HC of the Commander absorbing magic by all the magic exploding on their face

So let's imagine the Commander be able to see or summon Trahearne from the Mist (without being exclusive to Revenant)

I could imagine the Commander at some point thinking about all the people they lost, maybe seeking reassurance, comfort and/or guidance

Trahearne would appear, time from time in the story to support the Commander

Those are the ideas I remember having said to my friend, maybe I will remember others later I dunno lfnzl

But I'm stupidly feeling in my bones Trahearne coming back in one way or another by something else than his favorite poesy or hallucinations (next to Farren with a stupid hat *screech*)

I can't explain it

I know it's stupid after so many years, you can laugh, I just... Feel it

There are too many people on Tumblr craving for Trahearne, Anet know that

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The Flames in Her Eyes, Chapter 8: Silver Lake

Masterlist

Tyler

I woke up to one hell of a headache. Surprisingly, I was on the ground by the fire instead of the sleeping area where James and Kai still slept. But not Celine. No, my mate crouched before the fire, still gazing at the fading embers with unblinking eyes. She was shaking, not from the cold, but exhaustion. Her face was paler than usual, and I could see dark circles under her eyes.

I remembered, then; Lin awoke in the middle of the night and sat beside me for a couple of minutes. After that, I just blacked out. Now she kneeled before the dying fire, her sword lying carelessly on the ground next to her, some sort of silvery-black liquid covering it. It looked like she just collapsed from the exhaustion and hadn’t moved since.

She didn’t seem to notice me as I approached her.

Her hair was still in its braid but not as neat as it had been last night. A couple of bruises bloomed on her shoulders and arms, a small cut above her brow, and one, longer, along her jaw. Strangely, considering her mixed Fae and wolf blood, the wounds did not heal, though they did not bleed, either.

The forest around us looked scorched-- as though some great fire had burned here for hours.

“Lin,” I murmured to her. My mate’s eyes whipped to my face, snapping out of whatever stupor she was in. She stood, stumbling slightly.

“Holy Goddess,” Kai said as he too awoke, looking around the clearing. James followed suit.

“What happened?” I asked my mate gently. Her shoulders were curved inward, her eyes slowly blinking. Tired, she looked so, so tired.

My friends finally looked at Celine. Kai even went as far as to offer her a bottle of water. She drank a bit, but not much.

“What happened?” I asked her again, my tone more demanding as I gripped her scarred wrist, where another bruise blossomed.

She yanked her hand out of my grip and stalked off. “Nothing interesting.” The lie was so blatant, especially with our current setting, and the way she looked suggested that something big had occurred here while we slept.

“Were we attacked?” James scanned my mate from head to toe-- like it would yield him any answers.

Lin only pursed her lips. It was an answer in itself.

“Why didn’t you wake us?” Celine flinched at how loudly I said it. I sighed.

“Do you remember that time you chased after me after breakfast?” Her voice was a bit hoarse, like she’d been screaming. I nodded. “You asked me who poisoned me.” Kai let out a sort of an outraged squawk at that.

“You told me some sort of creatures did it. The kind that could easily slay us.”

Lin nodded. “Some of those creatures attacked me last night.”

I noticed the emphasis she put on the word ‘me’, not ‘us’. “Why didn’t you wake us, then?” I asked again. “You look like you could’ve used some help.”

“I was a bit busy,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes. “Plus, you would’ve only been a distraction and very likely carrion.”

“You say that,” James started, watching my mate closely. “Like you think the three of us-- perhaps the greatest warriors on the whole damn continent-- can’t take on whatever these things are. Yet you can?”

Celine raised her brows at my Beta. “It’s not a thought,” she said all too casually. “It is a fact.” Pointing a dagger I hadn’t realized she’d taken from wherever she kept it at us, she added, “and you three are not the best warriors on the whole damn Continent. Not even close.” My mate pointed the blade at herself, a small smile spreading across her lips. “I am.”

Kai snorted. “What, pray tell, makes you say that?” Celine looked up at my Gamma with wide, innocent eyes. She threw her dagger at him. It hit a tree, grazing Kai’s ear and leaving a light red welt in its wake. “A great warrior is someone who is unbeatable in combat, if not completely unkillable,” Lin threw another dagger I hadn’t noticed her holding, grazing Kai’s other ear before hitting the same tree, millimeters away from the first dagger. She looked at me as she said her following words. “I just so happen to be very hard to kill.”

“You have a lot of experience proving yourself right?” I asked sarcastically.

My mate’s gaze darkened, becoming serious, an icy sort of fire filling it. Her smile instantly fell as she lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at me. “You’d be surprised with how well I am acquainted with Death, Alpha.” Then she turned around and, shrugging on her leather jacket, began her preparations for our journey. Gritting my teeth, I did the same. James and Kai followed suit.

***

Mercifully, the color returned to Celine’s face, and the dark circles had disappeared after just an hour of silent walking. The only sounds were the crackling leaves beneath our feet, the howling wind, and the few birds that dared to come out chirping. Silver Lake was the northernmost pack on the Continent, so it became colder the further north we ventured.

“Do you have magic?” I finally asked.

Lin looked at me quizically. “Why would I have magic?”

“You’re Fae, aren’t you? The Fae have magic.”

“I’m only part Fae. There’s a lot of difference between me and the others.” Her fingers brushed over the delicate points of her ears. “I only got a bit of Fae blood from my mother’s line, and that granted me sharper senses and speed. Nothing more.”

“And those pretty, pretty ears,” Kai laughed. Celine rolled her eyes while I glared at my friend. Kai only shrugged in response.

Silence followed us for a long while, then Celine asked softly, “What’s Silver Lake like?” There was genuine curiosity in her voice, so I replied honestly. “It’s… homey,” I began. “Named after the lake in the forest. They say it has some sort of magical healing powers.”

Lin nodded as I added, “It’s easy to get lost if you don’t know the area, but I suppose you’re going to have to see it for yourself.”

***

We arrived home just as the sun began to disappear beyond the horizon.

We were greeted by several guards who’d been stationed along the north-eastern border and Anete, the High Priestess of Silver Lake.

The female lowered her head when I approached and kept it so when Lin did too.

“Alpha, Luna,” she murmured. I had no idea how she knew Celine was my mate, but I brushed it off as something the goddess whispered in her ear.

Anete extended her hand toward Lin, and my mate took it. Reluctantly. The priestess closed her eyes. “I can see it, yes,” Anete murmured. “All you’ve been through, all the pain and suffering, all the ones you’ve lost… but you lived. You survived.” Celine looked mortified at the priestess’s words. “Such a shame they did not get to experience life.” The female continued quietly. “But do not worry. Your children shall be the most glorious this world has ever--” my mate yanked her hand away from Anete, her eyes wide. Anete only smiled, nodding slightly, as though passing some kind of silent message to Lin.

I cleared my throat, and both females turned to me. Anete bowed low and left, most likely back to her temple. My mate still looked shocked, haunted even, her brows furrowed, eyes unfocused. She swallowed and looked at me again. “Shall we?” I nodded and proceeded to lead the way to my home.

“What… what did she mean?” I asked, referring to the priestess.

Celine shrugged. “No idea. Probably some priestess-ish bullshit prophecy or something.” After a pause, she added, “No offense.”

I chuckled. “None taken.”

My pack didn’t have a Pack House. We did have a hall for various formal gatherings and other whatnots, but no one actually lived there. The house I lived in with my family, and now my Luna, was located close to the center of the pack, and because of that, it took us nearly ten minutes to get there.

Three stories high with balconies on the second and third floors and a terrace as a porch, my home was by far the biggest one in Silver Lake.

I glanced back at Lin, only to find her staring up at the house with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. I laughed and said, extending my hand to her, “Come on, you can ogle it all later.” Lin didn’t take my hand but followed me inside nonetheless.

***

Celine

To say my new home was ‘big’ would be an understatement. Though not enormous, it had undoubtedly been made to impress. With white bricks and a flat roof, most likely with an entrance from the top floor, this house looked intimidating, but… homey… yes, I believe it could become so.

The air smelled of fresh snow and rain, and I loved it. It was hot most of the year in Rosewood, except for winter when some cold winds deigned to blow.

We stepped onto the porch, and Tyler opened the door. The voices of two people greeted us as we entered.

“I’m betting you ten goldens that he’s brought his mate,” a female said.

“Fifteen, and it’s probably some ambassador,” a male replied.

“Deal.”

Tyler cleared his throat, and two heads turned our way from where I presumed was the dining room.

The female had auburn hair and a pale complexion; her sea-green eyes seemed to pierce right through me as she scanned me from head to toe. She looked similar to Tyler. It must be his younger sister, then.

The male, on the other hand, didn’t share any features with my mate except for their identical green eyes. His inky black hair was a stark difference compared to his brother’s charcoal.

Both siblings watched me with the intense gaze I’d become so familiar with.

“Who are you?” The sister asked after long moments of silence.

“Celine Dawn,” I purred, giving a mocking bow. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Tyler’s sister must’ve noticed how close I stood to my mate because she turned to her brother and, grinning, said, “You owe me ten goldens. Pay up, asshole.”

Before the male could reply, my mate stepped up and said, “Can we please not make bets on my mate?” Something in me stirred at the way he addressed me. I suppressed a shudder.

The girl approached me, completely ignoring her brother. “I’m Erin. It’s nice to meet you, Luna.” I almost recoiled at the title, but Erin’s smile was so warm, so inviting. I nodded, and she pointed at her brother, who now stood, talking with Tyler, James, and Kai about something. “That’s Thomas, our older brother and a goddess-damned pain in my ass.”

I chuckled a bit, and my mate’s eyes snapped to me for a moment before turning back to Thomas. I frowned. “He’s… your older brother and Tyler’s?” When Erin nodded, my frown deepened slightly. “So if he’s the eldest, why isn’t he the Alpha?”

“Because I’m not fit to rule,” came the male in question’s reply. “An Alpha should be a great warrior and a diplomat, and Ty is a much more skilled fighter than I would ever be, so we’d decided he’d ascend to this position after Father’s death years ago. Father agreed.”

Interesting.

Erin looked me over again and suggested we get me new clothes. After all, mine were covered in dirt, and since I had no spare garments, the female offered to lend me some.

Taking off my boots, I let her lead me away up a staircase and to, what I assumed, her room.

It was pretty, in the same way this whole house was pretty; an enormous canopy bed where I could’ve sworn someone was napping, but Erin led me into her walk-in closet too quickly for me to see.

I dropped my bag to the floor quietly so as not to wake whoever slept in Erin’s room.

“What do you feel like wearing for dinner?” She asked, showing a little way too many options. I considered. “Nothing too fancy.” Erin nodded and rummaged through her closet for another minute before giving me a cream-colored sweater and dark grey jeans. “I think it would look great on you. We’re the same height, so it should fit.” She handed me the clothes and stepped back into the bedroom, giving me the privacy to change. I appreciated it more than she knew.

I did not look in the mirror as I undressed. I knew what I would see; a body with dozens upon dozens of scars. I saw them often enough as it was.

Once I was done, I called out to Erin, and she returned. Her eyes alit as she took me in. The sweater’s neckline was lower than I liked, exposing part of a scar over my left breast and the ones on my collarbone. Erin noticed them too, but unlike Tyler, she didn’t pry for any details. A sympathetic smile was all I got. She and I could be good friends, I realized.

She told me to sit, and I obeyed. Erin crouched behind me and began brushing my hair. When she saw my Fae ears, her eyes lit up once more. “You’re… Fae.” It wasn’t entirely a question.

“Only partially,” I shrugged.

She swept the upper half of my hair into a tiny bun, securing it with a few pins. Then she clapped her hands and said, “You’re ready! Let’s go eat. I’m starving!”

Laughing at her enthusiasm, I followed her downstairs.

[cepoilfaitdestrucs]

crédits : murdock

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Anet Sai (Анет Сай), Russian singer born on 10th August 1997 in Volgodonsk, Russia. Photographed by christinamee (Jan 2021).  

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