#interactions | amytis

[powerfxls]

Amytis had been at her mother's side for a few moments before the queen's attention was pulled away. They'd been able to speak so shortly, only a quick question about her father before there were others who needed her. A pat on the head and a promise of speaking later was what she was left with. What she did need now was to escape, she had to be there but she needed air.

After stopping and speaking to every person who even looked at her she finally made her way outside. The idea of letting anyone down and letting anyone think she wasn't exactly what she should be, it chilled her to the bone. Letting out a deep breath as soon as the doors closed she spun quickly at the voice.

Glancing towards the sky Amytis was reminded of her father, "I used to come out here all the time with his majesty." Even now he loved the stars and planets. "I never quite memorized them the way he did but I can appreciate them." It was nice to hear someone speak of them so fondly again.

open starter ft. lady veronica talbot // accepting replies; location — the queen's diamond ball, the terrace overlooking the gardens. tw: alcohol use

As the door to the terrace closes behind Veronica, the cacophony of the ballroom is mercifully muted, leaving her ears soothed by the sudden quiet. It was navigating the advances of a rude, presumptuous, rat-looking Lordling that served as the final straw to break her patience, leading her to trade the ball room for refuge in the cover of night, outside, with glass of wine at hand to temper humors. The gardens stretched out as far as her eyes could see, blurry under a soft nightly mist. The thought of descending there to be among the trees, rid of all manner of pleasantry, called to her – she even glanced around expectantly, thinking to find a friend with whom a genuine conversation could be held amidst some unchaperoned adventure in the gardens. But for once, the thought is nipped in the bud – glancing back into the ballroom, there was Noemie, taking her first official steps as a Lady of society, beginning her journey toward securing a much-desired love match. All of her actions tonight held her in mind, above all. So she would behave – die of boredom, if she must – if it mean protecting her sister's prospects. Her eyes drift to the skies while she savors a sip from her wine. An unmistakeable glint in its fabric catches her attention, just as another member of the ton seems to make their way to address her. "Jupiter is remarkably bright tonight." A whimsy point of her finger in its direction. "It’s currently at opposition, I believe, so directly opposite to the sun from our vantage point. I would bet you could even see its Galilean moons with a good telescope—four tiny points of light, right around it." For all the urges she'd be containing tonight, the one to provide unsolicited information was decidedly not one of them.

[escteric]

closed starter » @powerfxls

" is there an odd number of candles here tonight ? more than normally ? i could swear those two candelabras are not there usually. " her hand gestured towards the large items by the entrance. " they seem like a hazard. " were they there usually ? had someone moved them there ? when ? only for tonight ? how likely was it for someone to topple them over ? was there anything easily flammable near them ? was- she forced her thoughts to pause. she was taking too long and she could feel her pulse quickening as her thoughts raced. she returned her attention back to her sister. " i do not like the guestlist. mother was too generous. she let everyone and everything in. "

[ladysqueakinpip]

bodrum - betrayal, break, failure amytis - desire, fear, ghost

bodrum

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

not solely bo, i realize, but their whole group was betrayed by the past/present day versions of one of their exiles. bo is obviously included in this. alekah was the closest to this particular exile, so it didn't hit bo terribly hard. otherwise, i can't think of any betrayals on his end! you could argue his poor treatment of amytis early on in their relationship was a betrayal, but i think it's a stretch. that was more of a miscommunication/misunderstanding with no intended ill-will. they worked it out it's fine lmao.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

tbh. bo's version of a breakdown would be letting his violent highblood side take the wheel. he's VERY good at keeping a mask and keeping his composure. it's also rly important to him to Keep Up The Facade. at the end of his rope he would let the inner highblood out, and that would really show how little regard he has for his reputation and what little he has to lose. to get to this point i think he would have to be VERY very angry, possibly using his rage to fuel a vengeance quest on behalf of a hurt/captured/killed loved one.

failure: What’s your OC’s greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

one time he asked paatni out (blackrom) and she said no. normal teen woes! he hopes no one knows about it (no one knows about it - paatni wants to forget it happened at all).

amytis

desire: What’s one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

i would say to find some confidence and self-worth. she's not so vocal about her self-esteem issues (she's embarrassed about it, honestly). thankfully her journey and title in the game help her to reach that point! she doesn't take intentional actions to find it. honestly, she kind of stumbles upon some revelations accidentally after interacting with the creatures in her game.

fear: What is your OC’s greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

being left behind and forgotten, i think. it ties back into those self-esteem issues. unfortunately for her she was VERY confronted with it, lol! by both bodrum (accidentally. classic misunderstanding!) and heykel. her first response is usually a gut emotional outburst that leaves her feeling horrible. then she feels embarrassed. she also tries to hide this fear, so whenever she reacts very strongly and negatively to it, especially publicly where others can see, she feels silly and wants to hide away for a while.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

all of her exes (heykel). i could post all 120+ pages of the tackle fanfic for context but that would be so much. basically he used her for collateral and then dumped her. thanks heykel! he makes enemies left and right. she lives with it by talking about it to her friends, her beloved moirail, and knowing everyone in her immediate circle sides with her on the matter and not with heykel. at least she feels validated LOL.

[powerfxls]

Amytis had never been an extrovert, the need for constant attention hadn't ever been something she longed for. As a princess however, that didn't matter. Her attention was demanded from many directions, before her excuses were harder to come by, now all she had to do was say her husband expected her back and she was able to slip away. Attention also didn't seem to be something the woman before her craved too much of either, or she was very focused on seeming ladylike and composed. That was something she could understand. "Is this your first time attending?" She questioned, slightly annoyed at herself for not taking her escape.

Open starter! -- The Queen's Diamond Ball | Noemie Talbot

Out of all the festivities, Noemie was looking forward to dancing the most. Seeing all the other Lords and Ladies take to the floor and twirl about in their oh-so-lovely dresses and practiced dance steps made this young lady's heart warm. So much so she was swaying to the music as she watched with joy. She couldn't believe she was finally here amongst society.

She fiddled with her dance card with such excitement and wonder and she watched the floor, she almost forgot that there were others off the floor probably watching her, in turn, being silly. Once the thought came to her head, so ceased her movements though not with embarrassment but simply due to the song ending. She gave a small clap as she peered around the room, wondering who'd go next.

[powerfxls]

As much as Amytis had missed her father she was glad that he was absent from the ball. This was one of her mother's favorite past times and she was certain her eyes were on the people present looking for a match for Amytis' siblings. She herself no longer had to worry about that as a married woman. Her own eyes scanned the crowd for her husbands face but was unable to find him. Instead she walked towards another, a woman alone, "I would dare anyone to speak against me standing anywhere I want at my own mother's ball." The words did put a name to the face, "Your company is as good as any other's here, a woman in mourning should be comforted, not avoided."

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the baroness had been staring out into the crowd with a bitterness. fingers clutched to an unmarked dance card as she watched the youths dance and mingle. she stood next to the lemonade table but the area around her was bare - as if people didn't want to be associated with the honeyfield widow. she was still young - just barely into her marriage when her husband oh so -- peacefully passed in his sleep. he was rather old , wasn't he? and yet the women gossiped underneath their fans - the men circled around as they joined in their own idle gossip. she felt --- outcasted. "hmph." she finally resided to her fate and opened her fan -- aggressively. and when someone approached towards the table - she looked away.... then noticed they didn't reach for a lemonade. did they occupy the seemingly cursed bare space near her. "i would recommend you find somewhere else to stand. this spot is cursed by the dreadful widow ; supposedly."

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a small curtsy was given to the princess as the widow came to know that she was one of the queen's children. "your highness." a small hum left her as fingers danced against the side of the glass in her hand. was she in mourning ? she pretended to be - she could care less if that old man was rotting in the ground or not. "i appreciate the kind words but i would hate to ' wash my bad luck on you '. " her tone gave a snide of sarcasm at her own words.

As much as Amytis had missed her father she was glad that he was absent from the ball. This was one of her mother's favorite past times and she was certain her eyes were on the people present looking for a match for Amytis' siblings. She herself no longer had to worry about that as a married woman. Her own eyes scanned the crowd for her husbands face but was unable to find him. Instead she walked towards another, a woman alone, "I would dare anyone to speak against me standing anywhere I want at my own mother's ball." The words did put a name to the face, "Your company is as good as any other's here, a woman in mourning should be comforted, not avoided."