#halliel

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Snippet Sunday 24/11

Been a busy couple of weeks, but! here is Syn being unnecessarily ominous, thanks bud!

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Gry watched as Syn regrew their antlers, stepping back to give them space. "Man I wish that was me."

"Yours are growing in pretty decently." Syn fell in beside him as they walked towards their meeting spot.

"Yeah I guess but they could do with being quicker."

"Patience, my beloved." Syn bumped their shoulder against his. "You're getting there."

"Last meal and then home?" Halliel asked, as she and Bora caught up.

"Yeah," Bora replied. "Back to work." He made a face and laughed.

"Not putting any plans in motion, then?"

"Not yet," Halliel replied. "But thin ice, you know?"

"Don't abandon us, Halliel." Gry looked up. "We couldn't bear it."

"Or at least take Syn with you. They're unmanageable when you're not around."

Syn cackled.

"When I'm not around? You should see what they're like when there's no one else here."

"No thanks." Bora grinned.

"So clearly Halliel is the-" Syn cut off, laughing. "Ok, ok! I'm the problem, I get it!" They pushed away Halliel's hand.

"Our problem," Gry said, at the same time as Bora said,

"You're lucky we love you."

"I am," Syn agreed. "Always. Not my fault I show my appreciation by being a menace." They bounced ahead, towards the meeting place. Food and then a drive through the encroaching night, home and then work.

So it always goes.

[hallieeliz]

i always bring my travel watercolor set out on hikes and camping trips, but this time i actually used them out in the wild. ✨

[hhalsprite]

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[rubybot]

hehe no silly im halliel

HALLIEL??? HI HALLIEL

[ace-malarky]

You want Syn at the edge of their limit? Fuck yeah you do :3

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Halliel cried out as she dropped her sword, bleeding from the slash across the length of her arm.

"Give them up, Halliel. Don't make this worse for yourself."

Halliel reached for her sword, trying not to drop Syn.

He trapped her blade with his foot and held his under her throat, stopping her. "Halliel," he said again. "This will give me no pleasure; you have been an asset to us. But if you continue-"

Teeth snapped tight in his throat, mirror-shard jaws forming in their wake like an afterthought. They yanked back without opening, ripping his neck asunder as if it was paper.

"Do not harm her," burbled a hundred voices. Eyes blinked, mouths opened and shut over jagged tongues and key-like teeth along the length of the form that extended from beside Halliel.

Halliel watched, eyes wide, not daring to flick her gaze to the side.

The corpse hit the ground.

Halliel saw her own face mirrored in the beast's hide, a thousand times over, as it slid oil-like in front of her.

She was still holding someone to her side.

The guards brought their weapons up, forming into a defensive phalanx, and Halliel couldn't blame them.

"Stand down," one of them said, doing his best to hide the tremble in his voice.

"She is hurt," it replied, those voices in hideous chorus. "You will not harm her further."

"We - we won't."

"Syn?" Halliel reached out a hand to that mirror-shard hide, watched her face splinter in each facet. It was cold, colder than Syn.

Its eyes were all purple when they shifted to look at her, Syn's purple.

"Leave them," she said. "Please?"

A too-many fingered hand, tipped with curved talons, held out her sword. Hilt first, blade clean. Another hand pressed its palm to her face, wiping an absurdly soft thumb across her cheek.

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[howardhawkshollywoodannex]

Boomerang (1947) is number 831 on Halliell’s Top 1000.

He gave the film three stars and wrote “Incisive real life thriller, based on a true case, it was shot in an innovative documentary style which was much copied, and justice is not seen to be done, though the murderer is known to the audience.  A milestone movie of its kind.”

My rating - above average

[redhoodgirl91]

Piper halliell charmed

[essencewigs]

Bih...it’s Halliel ❤️

Locs on point

ariel♡

[skyywalkerfen]

for @corelliasfinest because they are feeling not-fine, because of crappy-tumbr-people-reasons.  This starts directly after the last bit I posted :-)  Perhaps it’s worth a smile :-)

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Lift-off at last, thank any gods listening and Luke's Force, too, for good measure. Lisoyz was receding into a gray-green ball behind them as Chewbacca pulled the jump calculations from the navicomp.  Han just concentrated on basic flying; he knew he was too tired for much more than that.  

Exhaustion didn't cancel out his awareness of Luke in the seat behind Chewie, though, the Jedi's hair making a dark blond smear against the padding of the chair's high back.  Exactly the opposite, in fact: Han could place Luke precisely, as if finally knowing the taste of that mouth had somehow hardwired the kid into Han's personal sensor range.  A sense of knowing that he'd had once before, when –

<Ready to jump,> Chewie huffed.

“Goin' to lightspeed,” Han said, reverting to old habit drummed in early and never lost: the captain always warned the crew when they were going to jump.  He reached out and touched the levers, and heard the comforting growl of the hyperdrive engaging as the Falcon responded perfectly.

Chewbacca checked their set and engagement, and hooted with satisfaction.  <We are on course for Halliel Base.  The trip back will be longer, there is a formerly minor star near the Whecha system which has gone nova.>

“Always somethin',” Han muttered.

<So you,> Chewie growled, turning to fix Han with intense blue eyes, <will now go and rest.  And you,> continuing the motion around to face Luke, <will now join him.>

Both of Luke's eyebrows rose at that and Han had to snicker, because the emphatics Chewie had used were the ones normally saved for beloved, albeit recalcitrant, cubs.  “Well.  I guess we've been told.”

“I guess we have,” Luke agreed, his mouth curving up into a tired but genuine smile.

“Huh-uh,” Han said when they reached the tiny crew corridor and Luke tried to turn for his own cabin.  Han stopped him with fingers wrapped around Luke's biceps and motioned with his head, palming open his own cabin door with his free hand.  “In here.”

“Han – ”

“Luke, just – ” Han blew out a short, hard breath.  “C'mon in here a minute, will ya?”

Only a flicker of expression broke that damned Jedi calm, before Luke let out a sigh. “All right.”

The Falcon's cabins were reasonably comfortable but not what anybody'd call luxurious – the old freighter had been built with mainly cargo rather than crew in mind.  The captain's cabin was by far the best of them, something which would surprise nobody who knew the ship had once been owned by Lando Calrissian.

Not that Luke showed any interest in the cabin's layout.  He merely stopped in the middle of the tiny room and watched, and waited.

Han closed the door and stepped close to him.  “Stay with me, Luke.”

Luke snorted.  “We wouldn't fit.”

“Yes we will.” And they would, too.  The bunk was nearly a double, the largest size Lando had been able to wedge in without losing all of the floor space, and the mattress itself was a Hambir, a fact Han appreciated every time he laid down on it.  Lando's hedonistic nature had done a lot to make Han's nights aboard ship more comfortable.

Luke closed his eyes, but the slow shake of his head looked like he was trying to convince himself more than Han.  “This morning … was a mistake.”

“It was not,” Han countered, hanging onto his temper because really, he'd expected this.  “And you don't really believe it was, either.  Look,” he went on, spreading his hands in entreaty.  “You need sleep and so do I, and we're neither of us gonna get it if you're over there – ” a head motion in the direction of Luke’s cabin  “ – meditating, because I know you – and I'm in here, waitin' for something to happen.  We did better together, you can't deny that.”

Emotions Han couldn't identify ran across Luke's face, along with some that he could:  indecision, and longing.

“C'mon, kid.” Han tried for a lighter moment.  “I'll even behave myself.”

That, finally, won him a soft, lopsided smile that somehow looked both skeptical and a little disappointed.  “Really?”

Han grinned back as something in his chest relaxed.  “I'll try?  And don’t,” he said as a tired mischief sparked in Luke’s eyes, “quote your little green Jedi Master at me again, alright?”

“You’re no fun,” Luke said – and caught his breath.

And that was just more than Han could reasonably be expected to resist. “No?” he said lowly, stepping in so close that if he breathed deeply enough, their chests would touch.  “I could be.”

“Han.” Warning and entreaty, thickly tangled in Luke’s voice.  Blue eyes that looked bruised and wanting and wary.  And deeper still, something that looked a bit too much like – fear?

Han bent until his forehead touched Luke’s, and sighed.  “Right now, though, I think the results would just be damned embarrassing, for both of us.  Get in the bed, would’ja?  And we can fight about this later?”

Luke snorted.  “Such a way with words,” he murmured, and pulled back. But his hands rose slowly to the fasteners of his vest and tunic. Han bit back a relieved sound.

The other major perk of the captain's quarters was the 'fresher, minuscule but beautifully, completely private.  Han pointed Luke at it first because the thing barely fit one adult human, never mind two.

When Han finished his own ablutions, he found Luke's clothing in its habitual neat pile by the foot of the bunk, like he always had whenever he and Luke had shared quarters.  The man himself was a long lump under the bedsheets.  

Han waved the lights down and stripped off, [[belt and blaster going onto their hook within easy reach of the bunk]] and the rest of his clothes heaped over the cabin's one chair.  He pulled the sheets up enough to slip beneath them, releasing a drift of body-warmed, deliciously Luke-scented air.  Settling on his back, Han dug his shoulders against the mattress for comfort, and let out a sigh that felt like it came up from his feet.  Luke was right next to him, an inch away at most.  Safe.  Perfect, for now.  He closed his eyes.

“Han.”

“Hmm?”

“This mattress is fantastic,” Luke said, slowly, enunciating carefully.

“Hmm. Blame Lando.  Regular bunk wasn't good enough when he owned her, 'parently.”

“Gods. No wonder you don't mind staying aboard.  You been holding out on me.”

A slow tingle warmed Han's gut.  “Gotta permanent invite now.”

Luke's arm came across Han's chest.  “Take you – ” interrupted by a yawn, warm breath against Han's bare shoulder “ – up on that …”

The tingle swelled to a gentle, full-body hum.

Han groped until he found Luke's hand and twined their fingers, laying them in an easy tangle over his ribs.  Almost perfect.  Not everything he wanted, but close enough, for now.  He just wanted to know what exactly he’d done that had broken through Luke's caution so that he'd be able to do it again, at least twenty-five times a day, every day, in future.

One more thing.  “Shift up a moment,” Han mumbled.

A little shuffle got them rearranged, ending up with Luke's head pillowed on Han's biceps and Han's hand curved gently across Luke's shoulder.  Probably it was gonna put Han's arm to sleep but it'd be worth it, every annoying pin and needle.

[ace-malarky]

Snippet Sunday 26/1

have early light hearted times because the end game sads were uh. well. Sad?

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Halliel was still ignoring the communication she'd received in Shutora. She was justifying it by not being back in work yet; they'd arrived back with a day of it to spare, by design. Everyone else might be back in work, but she and Syn had planned for this and meant for a day of doing very little.

For Halliel, this meant turning up at Syn's with snacks and soft drinks in tow somewhere after midday.

The window was open for her; Halliel slowed her flight, adjusted her position to upright, and folded her wings as she stepped in.

"Where's my best girl?" Halliel called, pushing the window shut and then onto a tilted open.

"Halliel?" Syn's voice rose in a startled squawk from somewhere further inside.

"You forgot, did you?" Halliel set her bag down on the nearest chair, stepping out of her shoes.

The door cracked open and Halliel saw the striped grey tip of the tail before she saw the rest of the cat as it leapt up onto the back of the chair.

"Hi baby." Halliel reached over to scratch the cat's ears. "There she is." She smiled as the cat leant into her hand with a quiet chirp.

"I didn't," Syn called back, "I just. Might have got distracted? Wait - shit!"

There was a muffled thud to accompany their words.

Halliel snorted. "Should I come back later?"

"No, no, you're fine I just - hang on a moment."

Halliel picked up the cat and sat down in her chair.

"You're fine," Syn said. "It's - stop moving. Stop that. Ok."

"What's not behaving?"

"Just cleaning up a little. Ok." Syn pushed the door open with their foot, smoothing their hair back into place. "Hey, Halliel. How's it going?"

"I brought snacks." Halliel pointed with her wing.

"Oh, fun, food." Syn reached over for the bag. "Not to say I haven't eaten today." They scratched the cat's head as they walked by. "Because I have, but. Snacks, you know?"

"I know." Halliel eyed Syn. "Would you like some help?"

They looked less put together than normal. Their shirt wasn't fully buttoned and was only partially tucked in, the sleeves pushed up to their elbows rather than folded. They weren't wearing a waistcoat, and their hair was in a messy tail, still partially caught on their antlers.

"You have a cat on your lap."

"So that's a no, then."

Syn laughed and sprawled onto the couch, opening the packet in their hand. "It's not important."

Halliel nodded, stroking the cat. "Hey, pass me a packet?"

Syn twisted to look over at her. "But I just sat down!" They're grinning even as they whine.

"I have a cat on my lap."

The cat in question yawned, stretched, and curled up even more.

"See?"

Syn laughed and rolled onto their feet. "Fine." They checked their phone as they sorted through the snacks. "Conly's asking where you are and also if we forgot." They turned to snap a picture of Halliel, too quick for her to pose. "Oh, that might be where we are."

"It's probably where we are. What did we forget?"

"Uh… meeting up? Apparently?" Syn frowned. "That was today?"

"I have no idea what the date is."

"Oh, same." Syn tossed the packet towards Halliel. "The most of them are out by the cafe, if we want. Maj has already made excuses."

Halliel sighed. "Cat."

"She's not taking that as an excuse." Syn laughed. "Actually, she's saying to take Trixie with."

Trixie looked up at her name and chirped, leaving Halilel's lap to wend her way around Syn's legs.

"We could always say no. Long week of socialising already." Syn crouched to stroke Trixie.

"Nah, let's go." Halliel stood, stretched. "Otherwise we won't see them for a month."

"Alright." Syn sent one last reply. "Back here after?"

"I didn't get all the snacks just so you could hoard them."

"You hear that, Trix?" Syn tucked their shirt in and reached for a jacket. "Halliel isn't giving us the sweets all for ourselves."

Trixie returned to Halliel's empty seat and curled up again.

"Guess she doesn't give a shit." Halliel grinned.

"Man I wish that were me."

Halliel followed them down the stairs. "We don't have to go. Or I can make excuses for you."

"No, sorry, it'll be good to see them. I'm just distracted, that's all."

"The letter from Command got you as well?"

Syn frowned, swinging around to look at her. "How did you - wait. What letter?"

"The one we got in Shutora, about Sallen."

"You opened work nonsense while we were on holiday?"

"I know," Halliel sighed. "They don't own our nights."

"Beloved, they barely own our days." Syn nudged her. "What did it say?"

"Tensions rising, something ought to be done, we're going to refocus our efforts." Halliel winced in the light as Syn pushed open the door onto the street.

"What a fun time."

"What did you think I was talking about?"

"Oh - doesn't matter." Syn shook their head. "Just something from home, that's all."

"You call them command?"

"Well, parents…" Syn grinned.

[ace-malarky]

Happy STS! How do you imagine your OCs stim?

Hiya Happy STS!

Syn stims by fiddling with any bracelets/rings they have on, just gotta spin things round y'know? Half the time they're not that aware of it lmao

Halliel taps her fingers and tries to stop herself, or at least hide it. Normally against her sword's scabbard. Her nails against it make very fun sounds

[ace-malarky]

Snippet Sunday 29/12

Hello here is. a? Halliel sword fight scene? It isn't the one I started writing last week and it also isn't the one I intended to write, so

There will be at least three Halliel sword fights for you eventually lmao

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Halliel side-stepped, slapping her opponent's shoulder as he lunged into her space.

He stumbled, recovered, tried to shoulder-barge her.

Halliel was already pushing back, wings opening in a reflexive movement to make herself look bigger.

Her opponent - dog-formed, his ears tipped back and short tail stiff behind him - shook his head and dropped back to a starting position.

Halliel reset her grip on her sword, tilting her head to watch.

He was light on his feet, quiet against the murmur of the spectators. Fast, with the muscles to back it up.

She couldn't remember his name. They had been introduced.

Halliel stepped in, meeting his position with the next sequence. This was a show, it was just entertainment, there were rules.

He broke them immediately, jumping from second to fifth to a new set entirely.

Halliel gritted her teeth, blade screeching against his in a hasty block that had her staggering back.

She steadied herself with a swirl of her wings, beating up the dust on the ring around them.

He smirked at her, sword point lowering to the ground. Blood running down its edge.

There was a thin burn in Halliel's leg, a rip in the fabric of her trousers.

When had he…?

Halliel spread her wings and threw herself three paces to the side and then into the air, twisting over to bring her sword down at his head.

If he wasn't going to play by the rules, then why should she?

He blocked, arching backwards, sword flat against the gloved palm of his hand as Halliel pulled back to correct her flight.

For a second, she thought she saw Syn amongst the audience, but those antlers weren't nearly branching enough.

She landed in time to divert his next hit and folded her wings out of the way.

He was baring his teeth in something that could have been a grin.

Halliel didn't bother responding in kind; she set up the next set of attacks and pressed in, pushing him back to the edge of the ring, not giving him space to change the name of it all. Her wings were rising again, spreading out, eclipsing him in her shadow.

The bell pealed out, signalling the end of their bout.

Halliel stepped back, pulled her wings back in, returned to rest.

Her opponent straightened up, lowering his sword. "A good match," he said, winded.

Halliel nodded. "Yes," she replied, remembering her manners. "You had some… elegant switches."

He laughed. "I'd be interested," he said, stepping to her side and bowing to their audience together, "in another match. Perhaps without the rules of a showcase involved."

Halliel snorted. "So you have less to pay attention to?"

"So you can make better use of your wings," he returned.

"I'll think about it."

The prince and Rion were approaching. He had the dragon touched bodyguard at his shoulder today, and they were watching Halliel like they were sizing her up for a fight of their own.

She wanted to fight them so badly but she hadn't seen their name on the list of fighters.

Coward.

[ace-malarky]

OC Interaction Tag #1

I was tagged by @winglesswriter for this one, thanks!!

Kate's OC: Lady Ikath is a noblewoman raised in luxury by a loving family. Despite being a beautiful lady who loves fashion, jewelry, and ballroom gossip, she’s not the spoiled brat you would expect. She’s kind and caring, gentle to the point of naivety. Under the delicate exterior hides a spine made of steel, though, that helps her withstand the hard times that come later in her life.

My OC: Halliel is very sociable and loves a night out, rly likes looking her best and putting the time and care into that. She can be quick to follow through on a snap judgement and has been known to challenge duels both in jest and serious. She's loyal as all hell, isn't afraid to call your bullshit, but will stick by you as best she can

How They'd Interact: I think they'd have a good time! I'm imagining like a high society ball with them seated at a table together, comparing notes on the latest fashions 'n' who wore it best, that kinda thing. If they disagree I'm thinking it gets firey real quick but they're still gonna laugh and gloss over it easily enough!

n tagging hmmm @loopyhoopywrites, @coarsely, @literarynecromancy if you wanna?

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! How do your OCs react to jumpscares?

hey happy Storyteller Saturday!

Syn instinctively shifts Bigger. They gotta out-intimidate things by being more of a threat, tends to get inhuman with it, then they'll try to play it off and make like they weren't startled at all

Halliel probably started by going for her sword, but considering how often it's Syn that's jumpscaring her, now I think she just yells.

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WIP Excerpt Tag #1

tagged by @writingamongther0ses for this one, thanks!

And you know what? fuk it, we're having some of the shapeshifter wip! not that I've really written any of it since January but hey listen, some of these tags are from January so it definitely balances out

Halliel grabbed for Syn's hand with her free one, stopping them from leaving. "Syn. Syn, don't." Syn turned back to her, not coming closer. "I have to." "Then let me come, we can go together." "I can't let you get caught." Syn wrapped their hand around Halliel's and carefully untangled them. "I'll lead them away and come back." "Don't get caught." Halliel watched as Syn's face changed, scaling into their dragon-touched form, horns unadorned. They winked. "Of course." They hesitated and then leant forward to kiss Halliel's forehead. "Wait for me, ok?" Their eyes were still purple; they hadn't put in contacts yet. Halliel took comfort in that even as they left, running out into the night.

Might actually have been the last thing I wrote for it. They're fine, don't worry about it. Everything definitely works out :I

tagging @fields-of-ink, @stuffaboutwriting, @crowsandlace if y'all feel like it?

[ace-malarky]

Syn is a little bit out of it, what with the capture and the shape-shifting fuckery they pulled on the escape

Halliel was wounded in the escape attempt

They do not make a convincing stab at life on the run

Syn comes back to themself and then we enter the "syn's self-sacrificing streak vs Halliel's willingness to let the world burn" portion

They make plans, each one a little bit more desperate than the last

Halliel is desperate for another way out, convinced there must be one if only they just plan a bit more carefully but it ain't looking good! Nothing is!

Halliel does not win the battle or the planning

Actually, technically Syn lies and leaves, taking Halliel's sword with her

Halliel bolts after Syn too late to do anything but arrive in the wake of the execution

Slight miracle that she doesn't take that sword of hers and wreak havoc, she just. Resigns. She leaves. She goes back to the town from the beginning, where they'd joked about running away to

The peace talks are concluded with Vale's death, an agreement is reached, and Halliel doesn't give a flying fuck

She's done and fine the war isn't going to happen and she's happy for that but also

Fuck that, y'know?

Character Ramble; Halliel

I have had a less-than-optimum amount of sleep and do also definitely have things to do today so like

we're going to ignore that for a bit and like. do a ramble to work out who Halliel is! yes she's the second protag! yes I should probably actually know who she is by now!

tag for all the repeated reblogs is "character ramblings" if you don't want to see this until the end <3