#kyna speaks

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by blood and shadow (11)

Azriel x magic!fem!reader

“We need to go back, now.” You bark.

You haven’t talked since the man said his name. Your ex-husband. What words could you use to describe him? Deceitful, lawless, cowardly, stupid. 

“Woah, can we just talk about what you did?” Cassian asks.

You give him a sharp look, “I’m about to do the opposite of healing if we don’t go.” 

Cassian’s eyes widen. Then he’s offering you his hand, you take it. He winnows you back to the dawn court. Right in the middle of the tea room actually. Which creates quite a fuss.

“What happened?” Feyre shouts.

You are reminded of your dress and the mess you have on it. You look over to Thesan who shares Feyre’s sentiments. You run your hands over the blood stains on the dress and get rid of it. Like the blood was never there.

“Nothing. I need to go home.” You say.

“I thought this was your home?” Nesta asks.

You roll your eyes. Right. You live here all of the time, at least that’s what they think. Not anymore. Right now you couldn’t be vexed to keep up with the lie.

“It’s one of them.” You answer quickly.

“The last boat went out at least two hours ago.” Thesan says to you.

You sigh, “This can’t wait until morning.” 

“They can take you.” Amren says from behind you.

You look at her like she’s grown another head. She gives you a look too, like she didn’t want to say it but she still did. You cannot bring the fae back home. 

“Where exactly are we taking you?” Cassian asks.

“You’re not taking me home. That’s out of the question.” You answer.

“We just saw you heal a child with a life threatening wound.” Morrigan pipes in.

“So you’re a healer?” Nesta asks.

You groan, “I don’t have time for this. People are in danger!” 

Thesan grabs a hold of your shoulders. You hadn’t realized he had gotten up from his seat. He looks at you sternly.

“Speak plainly.” He whispers.

You shake your head, “It’s Kynas. He has to be behind this, behind everything.”

Thesan holds a hand over his mouth.

“Who is Kynas?” Rhysand asks.

Thesan nods his head, “If you want to get home tonight, you have to tell them.” 

You crack your knuckles. Great. You needed the night court. You never thought that sentence would come to your mind. How you hated too. You’re not used to needing anyone, not anymore.

“It’s a long story. But to keep it short Kynas is my ex husband.” You explain.

At your admission you see a few things. Nesta's face doesn't change. Feyre and Rhysand share a look between each other. The other sister, Elaine, her eyebrows shoot up on her forehead.

“And he has to do with your brother’s sudden disappearance?” Rhysand asks.

You nod your head, “It has to be him.”

“I’m confused, what the hell are you?” Cassian throws the question out.

“Tiyamelu.” 

At the sound of Azriel’s voice finally joining in the conversation you turn to him.

How did he know that name? It was very old. You don’t think you’ve heard it for at least five centuries. Maybe more.

He’s looking you in the eye now. You keep eye contact with him.

“Where’d you get that name from?” You ask him.

It’s dead silent in the tea room. He clears his throat. 

“The man said it, after Cassian winnowed you out.” he answered.

You let out a shaky breath, “It what they used to call us. But the most recent term is Blood benders.”

You watch as realization settles across some faces. Or confusion in some cases. Like for Nesta, Elaine and Freyre. But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel seem to understand even if a little about what you just said. So does Morrigan. 

“You can’t read her mind but you can read mine, I’ve been to her home before.” Amren says, switching the topic back.

“Okay, Azriel can take you there.” Rhysand says.

“Wait. The wards! No fae are allowed inside.” You explain.

Amren curses under her breath. She had been the exception because she’s not fae. You couldn’t get there without them, but you couldn’t get in with them. 

No unless—it would be dangerous but it might work. They would probably never go for it.

“Do you have another way?” Azriel asks.

“It’s dangerous.” You shake your head.

“Well we live a bit for danger. Don’t we?” Cassian says jokingly.

You look at Thesan, “Hand me that knife.” 

Thesan does so without asking why. The metal feels cold in your hand. You turn the blade around so the sharp part is pointing at you. 

“Hold on, what do you need that for—“ Cassian starts to ask.

“It’s for me.” You cut him off.

You make the incision on your palm, not too deep and not too wide. The blood flows slowly, red liquid taking up the expanse of your palm. You look at Azriel then.

“If you’re the one taking me, you’ll need this. To trick the wards and get in.” You explain to him.

You see Cassian and Morrigan make faces at the thought. It would weird you out too if you weren’t a blood bender. Azriel, without saying a word, steps to you and takes your arm in his hand. You watch him carefully as he raises your hand up.

He ducks his head below your closed palm, “Go ahead.” 

You open your hand and the blood starts dripping into his open mouth. His eye pierce right into you, you can’t keep eye contact with him. No one in the room knew the significance of this. No one knew the last time you fed someone your blood you were getting married.

After a few more drops land you take your hand back. He stands up straight. You look him over once. The transfer can be different for everyone but especially for those who are not blood benders.

“Are you okay? Do you feel different?” You ask him quietly.

He looks around the room, no doubt feeling the effects already. You aren’t sure he’ll be able to winnow you right at this moment. He needs some time to adjust. 

“It feels,” he breathes and smiles the tiniest bit, “light.”

You only saw him smile a handful of times. Around his family all of the times you can recall. He looks nice with a smile.

His eyes glide to you, “Are you ready?”

You can’t speak right now. A bit too tongue tied. You just nod. He holds out his hand for you to take. You take his hand into yours. It feels warmer than usual. Maybe its’ your blood in his system. 

Darkness surrounds the both of you.

-

He lands you right in the palace. It’s eerie and silent. Like before, but this time you can feel the presence of no one inside. This is bad. Really bad. You turn to Azriel.

“Okay, you should winnow back. I don’t know how long my blood will trick the wards.” You tell him.

He gives you a look, “And leave you to fend for yourself?”

You pull the end of your dress up, reaching for the hilt that you had strapped to your heel. You take it out and stand up straight.

“Where’s the—“ he starts to ask.

You know what he’s going to ask so you beat him to it. You summon the blood blade. You watch as his face goes from unsure to shocked in a matter of moments. 

“I’m serious. You have to go now.” You speak.

He nods his head, “Okay.”

He turns to leave and you realize how rude you might have been. He basically helped you get back home. Well, not basically, actually. You reach out and grab his wrist which stops him from moving. 

He looks down at your hand and then at you.

“Thank you.” You say.

He gives you a firm look. It’s not a smile. It’s not a frown either. You let go of his wrist. He turns back around and so do you. You can hear the whooshing sound that usually comes with winnowing. 

You hold your sword up in defense as you begin to ease further into the palace. Doors are left ajar, which you know is wrong. Cyril would never let that stand. 

As you approach the council room you stop. You don’t know what you’re going to find in there. It could be the worst sight of your life. It could be nothing. Maybe everyone had just simply gone out. 

Gone out, didn’t leave a note or think to lock the palace doors. Yeah. That would explain it.

You peer your head over the door. You see it slowly then all at once. Bodies in chairs, unmoving and inbreathing. You enter the doorway quickly and almost drop your sword.

Cyril. He sits at the same seat as always. They all sit at the same seats. But they are no longer alive. They are pale, no blood in them. That’s why you couldn’t sense them. They were here but they weren’t alive. 

You run over to Cyril’s body and put your sword down on the table. You cradle his face in your hands, trying to shake him awake. A big part of you knows that it won’t do anything. If all of his blood was drained there was nothing for you to work with, no one for you to save.

“Cyril, please, please don’t leave me…” you cry, tucking your head into his chest.

You can’t will him to hug you back, you can’t will him to breath. You can’t do anything. You sink to your knees. The red drops of blood from your eyes falling on your dress, staining it once again. 

[wifaaqulima]

the dawn of self-redemption

as March winds down, i can not help but think of it as the time of me forgiving myself.

i really love pouring my heart out in writing because sometimes.. when words that coming from my mouth could hurt and my glance can not shows emotions, writing speaks volumes about what is inside my mind.

today is the last day of March. usually, i write down everything that happened on the last day of February to make sure that i remember things that happened immensely. but this year's been different.

on February 29th, something felt unfinished and it was not feels right to write down things on that day. turns out, March held onto February's memories, making them even more special.

it all started on the last day of February when two unexpected guests showed up at midnight with a birthday cake, it was Yusran and Karin. they came to celebrate my birthday, they said, to end February on a high note. it was a lovely way to close out the month, really.

and by today, i feel complete, i feel full.

looking back on February and March, i have learned to live in the moment—to feel everything: joy, sadness, anger, happiness, and gratitude.

by counting my blessings each day, i have realized how much goodness these two months have brought. and also the realisation of this proverb—after every storm, there's sunshine.

my aim for this year is actually simple: forgive myself and cherish those whose closest. because even on my worst days, the happiness of being surrounded by good people fills my heart. these two months will always hold a special place in my heart, not just for now, but for years to come. i will never forget when i went to work feeling happy, read that one novel from Matt Haig, met amazing people like Pak Ignasius Jonan, celebrated my birthday, and received that unexpected awards at work. this February and March was a whirlwind of joy—it fills by that warm late-night chats with Yusran and Karin, delicious ramen with Reno, attending a friend's wedding, spending quality time with Mama Papa Teteh Aa Kakak-kakak and also Eisha-Kyna, met Caca Sheila Tita Fira and Tiksi to reminisce things that happened back then in Uni and catch up on the current situation of our lives, Reno also accompanied me to watched the orchestra that i wanted to watch for a long time, i went to see city lights late at night, and even met Merry Riana at the airport. every tiny things that happened in these two months, again, fills my heart—from reading novels to enjoying delicious food, every moment was special.

i am so thankful for every single moment, and for the reminder that i can grow and be better every day, amidst of the mistakes that i have made some time ago—i know i deserve forgiveness, surely, from myself.

and again.. i came to a realisation that blessings are not just about money. my heart is full of gratitude for the people who have been by my side these past two months, reminding me to be kinder to myself and others.

the memories that i had in these past two months will stay with me, forever.

and hey.. wifa. it seems that i am starting to forgive you after all the things that you did. i believe we both will be okay.. like we used to. like we used to.

[tinalbion]

HELLO idek if i've ever sent you an ask, but i come in with a big thought. so me n nat were spilling thoughts and just the idea of adrian being soft with you and gripping on thigh in his hand and cupping your boob with the other while he sleeps like the little koala he is IM IN SHAMBLES ILY TINA XX

Omg Kyna yes, better late than never ya know! Welcome to the ask box, where you are welcome anytime!

But UGH yes, it's the small touches like that that would just absolutely SEND me into the deep end. It's not always sexual, but just the thought of being close to you, and just holding you in some capacity is just a necessary thing for Adrian. Not like you're gonna complain though. Even if it's something like his fingers just holding yours, like come ON, this man makes me so SOFT it's unbelievable

[vigilvntes]

no because just came here to thank you for getting my ass back on tumblr, i just hit 450 followers and i legit owe all of it to you.

liz my queen ily xx

YASSS SLAY 450 FOLLOWERS SO DESERVED SO REAL SO TRUE ILY

shout out to these bitches for bringing me back to tumblr so i could get your ass back on here </3

[jeysbvck]

when you try to explain its a male bimbo, hes still confused so you just explain to him thats hes the male karen smith and THEN he gets it, but then he gets sad cause he cant tell when its raining because he doesnt have boobs

😭😭😭

"babe do u think id be able to tell by my pecs? they're basically boobs right?"

[redemptivexheroics]

Continued @florxdexcerezos

Vergil sat there for a minute processing what just happened. He pulled out his phone and texted Raven asking her to locate Kyna and after she texted back. Vergil made his way over to Heavenly Made, smiled to Meeka and picked Kyna up and threw her over his shoulder and started toward the entrance. “Meeka I’m borrowing your daughter for a moment”

[flower-slut004]

HI HI, so my request is being chase davenport's s/o and finding out about spike! maybe chase gets really jealous one day and spike appears and the reader is like....WHO IS THIS

Sweetheart, Meet Spike. Spike Meet Sweetheart.

Anything for you Kyna @neptuneswritingwork

I hope you like it !!

"Hello my love" Chase strides over with a smug smile, planting a kiss on their cheek. "Someone's in a good mood" Yn giggles as they placed their books in their locker.

"What? I can't be happy to see you?” Chase pouted as he wrapped his arms around their waist. With a playful roll of their eyes, Yn hummed and kissed his cheek.

“What are you doing after school?” they asked, walking to class with Chase. “Mr.Davenport wants us to train, he updated the training simulator and wants us to try out the new underwater ninja mode” he rolls his eyes.

“When would you need to fight underwater ninjas?” they asked, tilting their head. Chase shrugged as the bell rang.

“I’ll see you at lunch dear” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to Yn’s lips.

“Bye Chase” they smile as they pulled away.

“Are you sure….” Adam squinted down at Yn as they walked to the cafeteria as they left class.

“Yes Adam, I’m sure you’re brother didn’t put a dwarf spell on me. He isn’t even a dwarf” they made a face.

“That’s what someone who’s under a dwarf spell would say!” Adam gasped as he pointed at them. “Stop burning Yn’s brain cells” Bree sighs as she joins them.

“I’m not even using my heat vision though” Adam frowned. Before Bree could speak, a chair was thrown out the cafeteria and Leo came out scrambling with dread in his eyes.

“Leo what’s wrong!! What happened!” Bree asked, worriedly. Leo gasped and wheezed “S…Spi…. Spike!”

“Spike? What kind of name is that?” Yn scoffed. “Where is he? Let me give him a piece of my mind” they mumble.

“No no no!“ The trio scrambled to grab them. Yn shrugged them off and raised their eyebrows “Why not?”

“Yn….um… do you know who Spike is?” Bree grimaced. With a shake of their head, Bree and Adam looked at each other. “Chase didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what!”

“Tell you that no one messes with my girl” a rough voice called out. Turning around, Yn was faced with their boyfriend. Only it wasn’t, they could tell from the look in his eyes.

“Chase?” They asked. Spike smirked “I’m not Chase sweetheart, names Spike”

“Uh….. guys?” Yn looked over at the siblings. Leo hud behind Adam as he cleared this throat “Chase has this thing called a commando app and when he feels threaten it switches on and he becomes…. well Spike…” he quickly explained.

Spike rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Yn and gave them a peck on the cheek “You’re mine and no one can change that…. not even pretzel boy…”

“I’m sorry pretzel what?” Yn asked skeptical. Leo flinched “Yeah… uh…. Trent was boasting about how he was going to take you out to dinner and Spike turned him into an appetizer”

Yn stood there with their mouth open and ignored the other kiss Spike had planted on their cheek.

[kynaswhereabouts]

The Pink Movement that will live in the hearts and minds of the youth forever

Written by: Kyna de Castro

Photo from VP Leni Robredo FB Page

Disheartened and mourning, our spirits are in the lows as we all heavily woke up this morning upon knowing that Marcos Jr. and Sara Duterte continuously taking the lead in the presidential and vice presidential race. Not only that another tyranny awaits us but the Philippines is once again a laughing stock in other countries as an action star among with the thieves and criminals takes the lead in the senatorial race. To those who voted for these people, I would like to ask you a million times: Why?! Why vote the son of a dictator? Why vote the daughter of the person who tolerates extrajudicial killings? Why vote an action star, thieves and politicians with pending graft, plunder and corruption cases instead of competent civil servants and lawyers with moral principle and values as well as outstanding credentials in public service?

I do not know where we go wrong or was the misinformation, trolls and fake news peddlers were to blame or was it because COMELEC was paid to ensure that the Marcos-Duterte tandem will win no matter what happens. I am already dismayed with partial and unofficial result of this election. As much as possible I do not want to blame anyone for the probability of us losing our freedom once again as another Marcos will be put into power but no. Someone should be held accountable because this is no longer about our bets wining, it is about our country and its people’s future that we are talking about here. I cannot stay silent when I know that the COMELEC have been deceiving us with the election results. It is clear that we are being cheated. They have one job. What have they done for the past three years in preparation for the 2022 Elections? There were a lot of VCM machines that malfunctioned, ballots cannot be read and SD cards corrupted. There were also reports of violence in Lanao del Sur which resulted to failure of election and trauma among the people. There is this rage inside my heart that I cannot keep at bay. Staying silent is like we have already thrown away our chance in having a better future for our country by putting criminals and a dictator’s son in power. How can people easily forget their history? How can people forget about the blood that was shed to bring fear to the hearts of the people? How can people forget about lives we have lost and buried with unmarked graves for speaking up and standing up what was right and true?

With heavy hearts while watching the news at around 2am of May 10, 2022, Vice President Leni Robredo aired her message to address her supporters who she knows are also engrossed and very emotional while tuning in with the national election results. We all cannot sleep just yet as fear in our hearts won us over knowing that we might lose the democracy and freedom that we have taken granted for.  Knowing the gap between the votes and the public’s fear for the possibility of history repeating itself, she addressed us not to tell us that she will concede but more of giving us hope and words of comfort. With confidence and grace, she showed us that she is fine. She thanked us for helping her in the campaign as well as for standing up and continuously fighting her. “Wag kayo manghinayang sa inyong ambag.” This was her statement that made me tear up and finally lose it that night. I was trying to hold back my tears for too long.

We, Kakampinks who have been part of the Pink Movement did everything we could to make her win this fight. Being part of the Pink Movement, I realized that it had formed a stronger bond among people who are supporting her from all walks of life. It has formed greater camaraderie and inspired the spirit of volunteerism which is an integral aspect in nation building. All of these didn’t just start during the campaign, we saw it already in her 6 years as the Vice President of the Philippines. The Office of the Vice President was able to go beyond our expectations as they were able to serve us well especially during the times of calamities and the COVID-19 pandemic despite the lack of funds. Private sectors trusted her with donations and she was able to deliver them to those who need them the most.  If she can engage us to be part of the nation building through volunteerism, what more if she becomes the President? It is no doubt that she can give us the Philippines we aspired for, peaceful, progressive and democratic where there is people empowerment.

As we attended the thanksgiving mass at Naga Metropolitan Cathedral, I can see the sadness in the eyes and feel the mourning in the hearts of the people who were there standing with me. From there, I know that I am not alone. I am not the only one. Somehow, we knew that we found comfort among each other as we stand there to cry for justice because this deception of COMELEC is downright an abuse of power and has been taking away our right of suffrage. VP Leni was there with us. She is calm as she addressed us once again but this time in her native language to bring us hope and comfort in our grieving hearts through her wise words ensuring us that we will not be turning a blind eye to the anomalies of this election. The fight has just began.

The Pink Movement didn’t end with the grand rallies. It has lived on and will continue to live in the hearts especially of the youth because for once in our lifetime, we are the generation that stood up for what was right even though it was challenging and difficult. Many of us took risks to be part of the Pink Movement because we knew this is the beginning of the change that will inspire us to aspire and hope for a better future for our beloved country, Philippines. There are those whose parents, family or relatives and friends who would never understand our political stand and we ended up arguing with them every single day for supporting the wrong people. There those teachers and government employees who had to bear with being neutral but supports silently because no memo or employment status would stop them from helping and extending their support or volunteer in ways they can. There are those artists who continue to contribute their art even though there is a risk being criticized for your political stand. Isn’t the Pink Movement amazing?

Photos from NagaDrone_ FB Page 

During the One People’s March and Grand Rally in Naga City, a lot of people volunteered and offered free food and drinks, I can really attest that the spirit of volunteerism didn’t end there completely. After the mass, my friends and I went out to eat dinner and there are these group of people, also Kakampinks, who offered us free drinks saying that they are having a small victory party for Leni because we know that we never really lost. We fought a good fight. I would have to agree. Left and right, I can hear the sentiments about the election results but I know that we are in the right crowd as we all get engaged with political discussions.

On our way home after dinner, we took a jeep. As we waited for the jeep to be filled with passengers before departing, it turns out that the passengers were also Kakampinks who also attended the mass earlier at the cathedral. You can overhear the political discussions, sharing of sentiments and feelings about the outcome of this election. Then suddenly one of them said, “Kuya, mayo po ba diyan nin music? Mabublayon ngunyan.” (Trans in Filipino: Kuya, wala po bang music? Medyo matamlay kami ngayon.)  The driver did not answer and continued to collect payments for the fare. I opened my Spotify app and played the song Rosas of Nica del Rosario and Gab Pangilinan and right after put on queue Moira dela Torre’s Ipapanalo Natin To. Some of them sang along with it and some continued their discussions. I do not know what came to me to actually play those songs inside the jeep as we waited for more passengers to fill in the available spaces.

Not long after a senior passenger (not sure if senior citizen but I overheard his wife asking if there is a senior discount for the fare) carrying boxes and bundle of soft drinks loaded the jeep. Everyone helped in passing and pushing the boxes towards the end where he was seated. Also another youth loaded the jeep. As the conductor collected our fares, he was insisting that the fare should be P25 and not P40 just because it was already late. We also protested as our fare was being collected. But the conductor said that the fare is really P40 from 8pm onwards and we eventually gave in to it. The guy who first protested continued saying that things like this should be reported to LTO or LTFRB. One of us said jokingly, “Si kuya masabi ito abang riribok kan mga ini. Ini ngaya si mga nag boroto ki Leni. Well mga mulat tayo eh.” (trans in Filipino: Si kuya baka magsabi ang iingay ng mga ito. Ito siguro yung mga bumoto kay Leni. Well, mulat tayo eh.) It really makes me happy witnessing these little moments inside the jeep among fellow Kakampinks.

Before sleeping tonight, I recalled how I have been part of the Pink Movement. I may not be actively involved since Day 1 because I was a government employee but I know I did my part in my own little ways to extend my support in raising awareness to vote wisely this election and the most importantly, voting for someone who has moral principles, clean track record, outstanding credentials, values and competency. I will never regret that I fought for this country, supported and voted for the right people this election. I will never be ashamed that I am among the 14M who voted for Leni Robredo. I will never forget that I was among the 306,000 people who stood up at the One People’s March and Grand Rally at Magsaysay Avenue, Naga City last May 6, 2022. We also gave away fans that day too which I hope was able to help in some way since that was a very hot and sunny day. I also helped a teacher who asked for favor to distribute fans and give away some sweet snacks for her too that day.  Tonight, I was also at the cathedral grounds taking a stand to protest the deceptions and unfair outcome of this election. I will continue to take a stand and fight among fellow youth and million thousand other Filipinos whose cry is for justice, for an honest, clean and peaceful election. Lalabas. Titindig. Maninindigan. Lalaban.

Photo from VP Leni Robredo FB page

I kept thinking why this election has affected me so much. It was more than just being part of the Pink Movement, it was because I loved and invested in this too much. I have so much love for this country that I was willing to fight for it. I voted the Filipino people. This is the first time that I got really excited to be part of a political rally not because of fanaticism or idolatry but because I believed in these candidates’ capabilities in leading our country better than the last. If there is something to learn from all of this, it is never to stop fighting for what is right. Keep the fire burning and hope alive. I admit that I have my mistakes as well as I continue to grieve with the outcome of this election because I have been really angry, hateful and disgusted to those 31M people who voted for the dictator’s son which included some people I know. We never invalidate those feelings, we acknowledge them as we grieve as it is part of the process. However, I also realized that if we will continue to act like this towards those people, it will also continuously bring division amongst ourselves and it would actually disregard the radical love and hope that this campaign taught us. I will never truly move on. I believe that there is no such thing, there is just moving forward. I will try to move forward because we still have work to do. We can accept defeat but not by being cheated. We will continue to fight for truth and lecture the misinformed. We will not turn a blind eye to the irregularities that they continue to deny. We will continue to criticize and demand accountability from our newly elected officials.

As the Angat Buhay Program will now become an NGO by July 1, 2022 and with Leni Robredo exiting the Office of the Vice President, she will be launching a wide volunteer network through Angat Buhay Program and continue its advocacies because of the Pink Movement. She knew that it really does not have to end with the election. We can still help people from all walks of life, become volunteers and be part of nation building in ways we can. Maybe this election happened with Leni not winning because God has planned something better for her and she has other greater purpose to fulfill. She inspired the Pink Movement and our aspirations for good governance. Siya ang liwanag sa dilim. This is the Pink Movement that will live in the hearts and minds of the youth forever.

Photo from VP Leni Robredo FB page

Vice President Leni Robredo, Senator Kiko Pangilinan and to the entire Tropang Angat Senatorial Plate especially Chel Diokno and Neri Colminares, isang karangalan ang ipaglaban kayo at ang Pilipinas. Siguro hindi pa handa ang bansa natin para sainyo pero alam kong patuloy kayong maglilikod sa amin ng tapat at may prinispyo. Maraming salamat sainyo dahil may mga puso at isipang nabuksan. Nawa'y patuloy niyo kaming bigyang inspirasyon na hangarin ang mabuting pamamahala at ipaglaban ang ating demokrasya.

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by blood and shadow (13)

azriel x magic!fem!reader

You’re having a nightmare. You know it’s a nightmare and yet you can’t stop it from grabbing hold of you and sinking you further into fear and despair. All you can do is watch.

Watch as Kynas sinks his sword into your brother. Behind the both of them are the bodies of everyone you’ve ever known. Cyril. The council members, the towns people, Semaj and his family. 

You try to scream but no sound comes out. Everything is silent. 

Azriel watches as you thrash around in your sleep. He was looking around the palace, trying to find anyone when he felt your fear down the bond. He raced to get to the room he placed you in. 

When he got there he saw you sleeping. He knew what it was instantly. 

He stood at the door, not wanting to crowd your space. But the more agitated you got the closer he moved.

That’s why he’s now standing over you and watching you sleep. Debating whether or not to wake you up. Some people need to ride it out for themselves, but others need to be woken up before they get into more of a fright. 

When you start screaming, like visceral blood curdling scream, is when Azriel has had enough. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you. Lightly at first. But when you don’t seem to respond and your thrashing becomes more violent he shakes you harder.

He's worried.

“Wake up!” He shouts.

-

You awaken with a gasp of air. You knock into something hard. You shut your eyes at the pain and reach up to rub the spot on your head that you hit. 

When you recognize the feeling of hands on your shoulders you open your eyes.

Azriel.

You had hit Azriel with your head. Right there in front of you his lip is bleeding. How did you end up hitting him? Why were you sleeping in the first place?

“What happened?” You ask.

“You passed out. Do you remember?” He asks you now.

You turn your head and think to yourself. Yes. You remember. Cyril and the other council members. The empty palace. Azriel telling you he’s stuck here.

You look at him again, “I remember.”

“Good. I’ve already sent a message out to the others, they’re going to meet us at the edge of the wards.” Azriel starts.

You can’t help how you focus goes from the words he’s speaking to the blood that lays vibrant on his bottom lip. You can feel it. You can feel your blood mixed with his.

Which meant he lied. He isn’t stuck here like he claims. But that doesn’t make sense does it? Why would he lie about that? 

You look up into his eyes. You haven’t heard a word he’s said past ‘wards’ and you don’t want to embarrass yourself and ask him to repeat them. 

“Did you see them?” You ask.

There is only one them you could be talking about here. And if he brought you inside the palace, and all the doors were still open, then he knows exactly who you’re talking about. 

You look away from him then, turning your head a bit to the left. So that you’re eyes can’t catch his again.

“Yes.” He says simply.

“I have to bury them, they deserve proper burials. And I have to—“ you start listing all the things you have to do.

Azriel’s grip on your shoulders goes tight. You stop talking. You hadn’t realized he was still touching you. One of his hands leaves your shoulder as it goes up to your chin.

He moves you face back forward, facing him. He lets go of you completely. 

“Take a breath. You just learned about their deaths, you need time.” He says.

You shake your head, “Time is the one thing I don’t have, Azriel.” 

He seems to go slack for some reason. It confuses you. He seems to pick up on your confusion and he smiles a bit. Sheepishly looking away from you.

“I think that’s the first time you said my name.” He speaks.

“No it’s not. In my mind I-“ You cut yourself off but you realize you’ve said enough for him to understand.

Great.

You clear your throat and rise to get out of bed. Azriel moves himself away from you, it's just a couple of inches but it’s enough. You think to yourself how you might have ruined something between the two of you.

If there is a two of you.

“I need to bury them. Today.” You say.

“Okay, I’ll help you.” He adds.

“And I need to get out of this dress.” You speak and turn your back to him.

You realize that you didn’t ask him to help you so he might just leave the room so that you can get undressed. But when you look over your shoulder you find him already there.

Gently he undoes the ties on the back of your dress until it becomes loose. You hold the front with your hands. You try not to think too much about the brush of his fingers against your back and the shivers you get in response.

-

You stick the shovel into the soil with a grunt. This is the last hole. It’s fitting the last body you will bury today is Cyril. He raised you. He told you how he wanted this to go to. Nothing fancy, no decorations. 

He said you could bring one—one single flower, and a candle to perform his last words. You don’t have a flower nearby or a candle, but you could atlas abide by his last wish.

Sadly you look down at your feet. Your hands interlocked.

“Can I use your blade?” You ask without turning to him.

You knew he had many on him. You didn’t care which one he gave to you. Any sharp object would do right now. 

A moment passes before, in your line of sight, his hand is holding out a blade. You take it into your hand, thanking him with a whisper.

You hesitate for just a second. This is really it. Your’e performing his last rites and you’ll truly never see him again. When you were younger life and death seemed so far from each other but now, as you stand upon the graves of seventeen people, life and death seem like similar things.

You press the blade down into your palm. When it cuts into the flesh, you pass the blade back to Azriel. He takes it without a word.

You hold out your palm over the soil.

“De dónde venimos y adónde regresamos.” You whisper the chant once.

You repeat it a second time with your eyes closed, the tears streaking your face. And for one last time you repeat the chant and open your eyes.

You let out a strangled breath and wipe the tears from your face. You turn to look at Azriel and see his head bowed. You watch him like that for a while. If you didn’t grow up here, and if you didn’t know everybody, you would think he belonged here just as much as you did.

He picks his head up. When his hazel eyes catches yours he takes a step back. The action just adds to your building confusion about him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.” he says.

You shake your head at his words, “You didn’t. It’s okay.”

“What does it mean?” He asks.

You look at the grave now. 

You know he’s asking about the words you said. What’s the harm in him knowing? It’s not like he’ll be here long. And it’s not like the council will forbid you from telling him, they’re dead.

“From which we came, and to where we return.” You answer.

He nods his head once, “It’s beautiful.” 

“Cyril wouldn’t allow a speech. He begged me a few years ago to never let it happen.” You admit.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Azriel says.

“Thank you,” you say then you take a step back, side by side with the shadow singer, “Are your friends here yet?” 

“I haven’t heard anything. We can go check.” He answers.

-

As the two of you walk in silence towards the edge of the wards you keep thinking to yourself. Why would he stay? This seems far more than finding out more information about you for Nesta. This seems like something more. 

“Thank you for helping me with the bodies.” You speak up.

“You shouldn’t have to go through that alone.” He answers.

“If my brother were here…” you trail off, you can’t say the words.

If he were here, you wouldn’t have to be. You wouldn’t have to bury Cyril and the council members. But you think it might not be his fault that he’s not here.

“Kynas, your ex husband, does he want to kill you?” Azriel asks. You shake your head, “I’m not too sure. He wants power, and he will kill to get it obviously. 

“So why not just kill you to get the throne?” He asks.

You let out a curt laugh. He was right. If Kynas was willing to kill the council members then he could easily go after you. You’d put up a fight but seeing as he’s a hundred years your senior, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to overpower you.

“Wow.” You comment.

“Apologies, I meant that—“ Azriel starts. “It’s okay Azriel I understand what you meant. I think he’s trying to assume the throne properly.”

“This is proper?” 

You sigh, “Getting rid of the council so no one can outvote him. Most likely taking me or my brother hostage so that we would trade the throne for one of your lives. As far as toppling monarchies go this is fairly smooth.” 

“I would hate to see what rough looks like.” Azriel says.

You want to laugh at that. You had seen what a rough transfer of power looked liked. It happened to your parents once. They had to abdicate the throne to a dictator. Of course they bid their time and planned well enough to take over once the dictator was killed. 

This wasn’t rough. But it also wasn’t easy.

Just as you’re about to say something a branch breaks behind the both of you. You both stop walking. You can feel the presence of someone in the woods with you and Azriel.

[emzchaos]

✨ 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 | 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 | 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱 ✨

Levi: Kyna I need to speak to her right now. Kyna: I’m sure she wants to talk to you too Levi. *Levi shakes his head*  Levi: No, not as a fan. As two people who are clearly related kind of talk. *Kyna sighs*  Kyna: Levi you can’t just end your meet and greet. Levi: Kyna this is not a joke. Please? Kyna: Fine

Kyna: Hey Wesley can we speak to you for a moment? *Wesley nervously bites her lip*  Sure. Kyna: Upstatirs

Tessa: Hmm. Interesting the press will have a field day with this information on Levi. Secret family member arrives at Meet & Greet. Mona get that journalist number. I got some dirt on Levi.

[the-nightsea]

“Are you afraid of me?”

There he was, in my wildest dreams.

He loomed over me in the night, armored from head to toes in obsidian armor; all I could see through the helm that masked his face from me were his eyes as they were illuminated against the darkness he stood in, shifting from a heated unholy red glow into a cold steely blue...frosty as the snow that surrounded his family's keep.  This was not the handsome creature my heart had once fallen for.  However, he was still -mine-.  As I sat up, he sheathed the heavy sword upon his back, his cloak whipping around him as he did so, enveloping him almost like that of a lover's embrace.  

Kyna...

As he breathed out my name, the sound caressed my ears as my longing for him had intensified; it had been several months since he had been pronounced dead; my heart seemed to had been buried with him until what was standing before me were my dreams absolutely manifested into physical reality.  My heart restarted and fluttered and palpitated between hope and absolute dread; how could he yet live when I saw him fall to his death so dreadfully?  I had kissed his lips while blood seeped through their open gape and held his hand when Halone called him forth to her halls.  I had never cried so much in my entire lifetime; I knew that his handsome visage would forever haunt me and for that I was ready to concede to a life without him save for a vivid memory that felt so real.

"What cruel spectre visits me as a means to continue my torment?  Have I not suffered my beloved's death enough to warrant final peace?  This cruel vision that stands before me...tell me, are you some voidsent that has been sent to antagonize me more for that which I have already lost?  Mark my words, you had best keep away from his loved ones.  I shall no longer see the remaining Aurifore family members or his close friends continue to weep and grieve over the loved one we have lost due to the remembrance in such a bold phenomenon.  His family and friends are just as pained, and I shall see them suffer no longer either."  It was then that I had slipped from my bed, simply clad in the white silk nightgown that had been gifted to me before his death, the one that I had planned to wear the night of our wedding.  Opening up the nightstand drawer beside me rested my crystal focus, a dagger, and even a conjury wand should I need such protection.  Quickly I armed myself with that of whiter magics and held the emerald, fluorite, peridot, and amazonite encrusted wand outward in hopes of keeping my spectre at a distance; the simple gesture of the aim was enough to keep him at bay nearest the door, but only out of courtesy for his own means, oddly enough.

He lifted his armored hands to either side of his helm, prying the metal mask from his head slowly and very carefully.  What my eyes fell upon was both the most frightening and most beautiful vision that my eyes had ever beheld...

Lancefer.

Reduced to tears, my emotions obviously overwhelmed and running amok with my mind so carelessly, the hand clutching the wand fell to my side as soon as he had approached me only to fall to the floor as I stood there with my breath caught in my throat and the inability to move. He immediately tucked his helm underneath one arm and took a knee as he dropped to meet my height, equally matching my gaze as he did so as his stature was always towering over mine due to the statuesque vertical structure of his much larger person.

"Are you afraid of me?  I know you do not believe your eyes, angel.  Look to me, feel my touch, and know that I am real.  It is truly me. I know not what else I could do to convince you that I do in fact exist in the here and now, but allow me to prove it to you..."  His lips immediately went to my hand as the feather-light touch danced across my skin at the first digits, he showing careful tenderness to each segment of my fingers until he had reached the top knuckles.  Tears flowed down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe; my heart both plummeted into my stomach for a few moments before it chose to leap into my throat.  I couldn't speak; the lump that was occupying my vocal cords would not be choked down so easily, and so it was a quiet sob that broke the silence as I let the wand drop to the floor.  My arms outstretched, they encircled him immediately as I fairly flew into his arms, causing him to drop the monstrous looking helm which hid his features from me with a loud clang to the floor. 

In that moment he clutched me to himself in such an embrace I thought I would be crushed, and I would have died willingly in such bliss.  His armor felt cold, but that was just the nature of the torrent that constantly plagued his homeland after the Calamity.  He softened his hold once he came to the realization that he might've been bringing me harm, but held me strongly all the same, never relenting in the moments he had to keep me close.  He looked into my eyes and softly murmured "I love you", but what appeared to my eyes were lengthy canines and a bit of a hunger and longing in his eyes.  "Do not fear me, I've returned and we shall never part again."

@cadrenebula

[tinalbion]

me and jerma coming to my mutuals to tell them to have a great day/night <3

daaaaaaaaaaaaaang I got the best greeting fr!

Hello my love, I hope you're well! Have a great night yourself!

[vigilvntes]

LIZZZ ive been thinking about this all morning and i needed to share it with you. so, you know how adrian is referred to as Gut Chase's younger brother. what if reader was flags younger sister and was just referred to as Rick Flag's younger sister. so then adrian and reader have the same type of feelings about being the unappreciated younger sibling and im just projecting but please i might just write this

DO IT DO IT DO IT

[jeysbvck]

kyna evening ask for shan

jake doesnt know what a himbo is and beth always calls him one

this man finally asks you what it means and you just laugh for like five minutes

oh jake my poor baby🥺😭

he just looks at you like 😟😟😟 why are you laughing at me??🥺

Kinda like this ^^^

[kainfamilyfortune]

Silas - Journal Entry #38-41

38. Sender of Messages.

When the amber haired, leather clad Sin’dorei handed me the small card with the inscription, ‘Celiá B. - Sender of Messages’ I knew right then that this was my ticket. Our conversation persisted throughout the night as the last call bell rang, sharing similar values of how we see this needless war. Eventually she yawned, an empty plate in front of her from when she scarfed down her meal, I told her I would contact her when the time was right as she was passing through on her way to Stormwind and then back to Silvermoon. Clutching the card, we made our way to our respective rooms in the now quiet inn.

She had disappeared by morning, apparently much more quiet in her exit than the previous tenants. Leaving before dawn. Hmm. I dressed and continued my routine. Trail. Tavern. Bed. Laying awake, staring at the ceiling wondering how in the world I would be securing passage to Eversong. Not that I expected passage with her, but that would had been a nice gesture, although she did not know of the bounty on my head, or at least she did not give that away if she did.

Another thought still persisted through my mind - if any suspicion arose from my act of self defense, Light I hope not, I feel like I should had wiped my hands clean to someone, anyone... Gods. 

Trail.

Tavern.

Bed.

I wrote a letter to the dock-master to notify me of when the next commercial vessel would be making its way out here for Eastern Kingdoms. Hopefully I could leave this place behind me, despite loving the atmosphere, I could tell that the circumstances that lead me here were starting to drive me mad. My actions would surely have consequences. Soon. I lay out on the bed once more, letting my paranoia go - mouthing a silent prayer. I shut my eyes and reopened them to find myself back in a familiar sight.

39. Dark Depths.

The deteriorating tower loomed in the dark and sickly cyan moonlight, refracting through the dead trees of the forest. I was in the Ghostlands once again. I carefully moved towards the pitch black interior with the only light in the room coming off of the brazier, still lit from the last interaction, illuminating the two chairs that sat across from one another. I hesitated, feeling the anxiety pool into my throat but I had to continue forward. I had to talk to you.

She sat in the chair, compacted with dust, just like me, only in a much more human form. She looked young, maybe early twenties, with a combination of plate and mail armor, auburn hair that was pulled back into a pony-tail and amber piercing eyes. She grasped a small war hammer in her lap, twirling the handle like it weighed nothing, as the compacted dust shifted her form, floating out in some places as if she was not complete. She grinned wickedly at me as I sat in the chair in front of her once again, pursing her lips and tucking away at a rogue hair behind her ear. She spoke with a warmth I had not felt in long time, feeling as though they were the soothing tones of my mother, but she was obviously fixated on the way she delivered her question, “So we meet after all this time. Why now?” Her form warped, falling away at her facial features as she wrapped her fists around the hammer, I could hear the sound of her gloves clenching.

“I guess I could ask the same of you. Who are you anyway?” I retorted, now seeing the resemblances between the girl in front of me and the girl I chased on the trail. “Why did you almost lead me off a cliff?”. Her scoff was audible as the corners of her mouth dragged into a more solemn expression, “I was only trying to bring you back here. You’ve kept me waiting over a week, I think I deserve the answers first. You’ve got all the time in the world for being dead anyway-” She spit out that last line, obviously my disposition pained her in some way. She lowered her voice, looking down as if talking to herself, but I hear her just the same, “She must have it out for this one, no matter.”

I eyed the human girl with a curiosity. It seems she knows everything already about to unfold, but still dumbfounded. Or simply playing dumb; so I played along, “I don’t know you, although you seem familiar all the same. Why should I tell you anything?”

Her voice changed to a sultry tone, calming the fragments of dust floating around the flame of brazier before us, “Because, you don’t know it yet, but you are going to need this girl one day. And her body will rot here if you do not give me the answers that I need - Why are conspiring against me, Silas? Why have you come back after trading your life away all those years ago? Why have you forsaken our deal?” The words hit like bile, her form was not her own, she was possessed, that was for certain. Her eyes lingered upon my form, ever vigilant, studying everything about me. Piercing through what was left of my soul.

“I was raised by the Banshee Queen’s Val'kyr. Past that I could not tell you. I did not mean to spite you by returning to walk this plane.” I gestured my arm around the flame, sitting upright in the chair. “I’m still trying to figure out why I’ve come back in the first place. I have no purpose-” My words were cut off by her anger. The dust chaotically danced around our forms, more and more of her began to wither away. “You can prance around my words all you want, Silas. You broke our deal. No one goes back on a deal and lives, even in undeath. I am coming for your light, which should had been silenced a millennia ago, and then...” Her eyes dart from looking to me, to admiring the now fading forearm of the girl she was possessing. “...Your legacy. Your light shall be exiled from this world. In all forms.”

This girl... the soothing mother’s call. Gods, the pieces of the puzzle are coming together. The sense of protection. Every priest is trained to protect those devoted to the Light, this girl, flesh and blood was my kin no less - and devoted by the details I was now noticing, worn tome on her belt, an Argent Crusade tabard, even a holy symbol. I needed to protect her at all costs. My voice no longer shook with anxiety, instead I let the light guide my heart, hopefully to feel her aura and sense her true location. If I find her. Then I find the presence that has haunted this bargain for far too long. “I can’t let you do that. I was ignorant in my youth to trust you, and if that means now that I have to go back on our deal, so be it. Light shall prevail. Light will always guide the way.”

I felt a chill down my spine, as the flame turned from a dull orange-red, to pure indigo and then violet. Her anger swelled as the holy glow of the girl was consumed into void. I had to remind myself her possessed form was merely a projection as her fading body writhed away screaming in pain. I never got a name or location of the girl, only simply that my blood coursed through her veins. That was all I needed, as darkness consumed me whole, and I fell into the pit of the void.

40. Reminders.

To Mr. K,

I hope that your stay in Rustberg Village has been well. I received your letter last night and after checking the reports there will be two ships coming into port within the next week, both are multi-purpose vessels, of which, one will be traveling south to Booty Bay, Stranglethorn Vale, and the other will be going to Sunsail Anchorage, Eversong Forest.

I hope for your speedy reply so that I can let either vessel know of potential passengers and arrange payment for fare in the coming week on your behalf.

                                                            Regards,

                                                             Dock-master Urum

I felt drained in the following days. Drinking. Writing. Staying on my routine, but I couldn’t help but think of the dream; maybe I wasn’t meant to come back, or maybe someone else entirely influenced my return. I prayed to the Light to guide me to answers. 

The docks were quiet as the boats later in the week finally made it into the small port, the crews mingling around, unloading crates of fresh produce and some trade goods. A batch of fine mooncloth caught my eye, but I had to pass on even thinking about how much that is worth, but I couldn’t help but imagine tailoring some new armaments out of it, one day. I made my way towards the dock master’s hut peering at the dwarf seated at a small desk with a large stack of paperwork, as he was speaking with a goblin. I waited in line, picking up bits and pieces of conversation about some political unrest in Booty-Bay, but nothing too interesting, as the two persisted on for ten, then eleven, twelve minutes before the dwarf noticed me and his eyes perked up asking the goblin if they could continue the conversation a little later of a pint. The goblin nodded and leered at me as he exited the hut, I shuffled in his place and looked to the dwarf, a finely embossed desk plate read, ‘Urum, Dock-master’, and he forced a smile, not sure how to feel about my presence.

I began, “I am Mr. K, Dock-master, I apologize for the length between the letter and now but I have the coin ready to depart today. I would seek passage to Sunsail if that vessel has arrived?” He looked at me with an appraising gaze and his tone seemed apprehensive but he allowed the interaction, “Aye, lad, sure. The Valtameri arrived an’ hour ago and they are still unloadin’ her, let’s see here... according to their rates they’ve got single cabins available for ‘bout 180 gold a’night, the venture there is two days, so she’d be 360 for the trip. I can see about working them-” I cut him off.

“They aren’t affiliated like your goblin friend, no offense of course.” I asked Urum bluntly, “No, they aren’t affiliated, last I heard Captain Kyna, actually spit n’ the direction of a few of the High Magisters, she ain’t taking a fondness of this war, tha’s for sure.” His reply seemed sincere, but also curious, “Why’d you ask? You on the run?”

It took a bit of negotiating, ended up paying a “Late fee” to shut him up and to ask anymore questions. Captain Kyna showed me my quarters and asked that I be there at dawn tomorrow to cast off. No issue.

The last night in the tavern was a somber one. I spoke with a few of the patrons, one of them, a former mariner named Taoln, told me of his life and his daughter who just started teaching at Stormwind University; to which I gave him my copy of Elements of Medicine as a gift to her. Hopefully his daughter finds it as a good resource as I did when I helped write it with Dorene. I then said my goodbyes to the staff of the Heart of the Raven, hopefully I could come back here with a clean conscious and a clean record next time. Hopefully soon.

41. Valtameri.

I decided it for the best not to make friends with this crew. Simply stating my name as Mr. K if they asked. I could understand now why some of us who risen as Forsaken claimed different names in death than in life. Not that they were ashamed of their past, well the majority of us weren’t, but that they had nothing to gain from taking that life forward into their new lives. Why muddy things when you are starting up new? For me, I never understood that until now, I actually went against this line of thinking, since one of the goals of the desolate council was to eventually be accepted for our past and our future. To live unimpeded from judgement. We were no longer scourge, mindless, or unfeeling. Yes, we were dull, and maybe didn’t have organs, sewing ourselves up to continue on, or my case, nothing but dust held together by conflicting energies in endless discomfort - but we were people with thoughts and emotions and legacies. We are people. Even if we choose to leave that past all behind. I wasn’t planning to do this for long, only in the short term, but I finally understand why some would be inclined.

The two day journey was uneventful to say the least, honestly the best time for reflection I’ve had in weeks since the attack in Stormsong. I looked back onto the journal entries with the tablet, adjusting my research on the effects of having nearly been drained of all my Light. I think that’s what she was hoping for, but what she was going to receive was far more than what she bargained for. My end of deal had... yes gone unfulfilled, but that wasn’t my fault, if I was meant to stay dead - I can’t believe I’m writing this - She would have made sure of it. I feel like influence of void from the tablet may have purged a portion of the shadow from when I was initially brought back, hence why, when I was saved by Roscoe, Sol, and Lea - The void was consuming nearly every fiber of my being. When the tablet lost it’s grip on me and the energy escaped, the light immediately filtered back in, and even more so than I’ve ever had both in life or death up to this point.

I still feel like I’m gathering strength every day, despite the interactions that I’ve had with the entity I had struck a deal with all those years ago, coming back to haunt me once more, but my theory is that it shows that she knows that I’m no longer weak. I’m no longer a pawn for her to gain anything out of. I have ascended into her threat.

Light filtered into the wooded canopy. It has been nearly four years since I’d seen such beauty. Forever fall of leaves, brightly orange and red, the creme colored trunks of trees and aura of the peace. In the distance I could just barely make out the stark contrast of the scar and edge of where I knew I had to go. She was waiting there, I thought to myself as I nodded to the captain, disembarking the vessel.

(So, I know it’s been a hot minute; I was just waiting for RP partners to line up in order to ensure people were game to play out the next few sections. I’ve had this written as a draft for two weeks and it was killing me not to post anything for that length of time until everything played out. Especially when I was snowed in for a week at home with nothing better to do than to write and read and play; so I appreciate the love I received on the last section!

As always check out @heartoftheravenwra for those Monday Night Mixers, they just released the Spring menu, and it looks delicious!

Other mentions go to @hinahinagray; since Taoln was such a good sport when Silas may have gone manic in thinking he was being spied on. Fun times. Hope the tome serves the daughter well.

Lastly, if you wish to get involved as someone to help or hinder Silas on his journey, feel free to reach out to me - I can give you my discord via a DM, totally up to talk about anything and everything <3)

[redemptivexheroics]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      Aoife Annalise Reignhart MEANING.       Aoife’s name is of Irish heritage meaning beauty or radiance NICKNAME.      Weasly (is a nickname given to her by her parents because of her flaming red hair which is a term used to describe the Weasly family in the Harry Potter series. At first she didn’t get it until she red the books.  GENDER.        Female HEIGHT. 5′5″ AGE.  23 ZODIAC.        ??? (Unknown at the time because I have not given her birthday yet) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Gaelic and Spanish

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.       Red EYE COLOR.       Green SKIN TONE.        Pale White (a little tanned) BODY TYPE.      Athletic Slim ACCENT.         British/Irish VOICE.        Um...just listen to Katherine McNamara speak and there you go.  DOMINANT HAND.       Right POSTURE.         Straight. SCARS.      She has only one scar, one that her accelerated healing couldn’t repair. Its on her right hip. TATTOOS.        A rose tattoo on her left wrist MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).     Her eyes, they are green and tend to get lighter or darker which is dependent on her mood. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.       Manhattan, New York HOMETOWN.        Manhattan, New York BIRTH WEIGHT.        N/A BIRTH HEIGHT.        N/A MANNER OF BIRTH.        Natural but she was born in three months because she’s half vampire.  FIRST WORDS.         Cookie SIBLINGS.        Half Sister, Kyna PARENTS.  Cameron Reignhart and Meeka Taylor PARENT INVOLVEMENT.  Aoife has a great relationship with both her parents but is  truly daddy’s little girl. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         College Student. Barista At Starbucks CURRENT RESIDENCE.       Cambridge, Massachusetts CLOSE FRIENDS.        Gregg and Alison  RELATIONSHIP STATUS.          Single FINANCIAL STATUS.        Wealthy  DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes CRIMINAL RECORD.        No VICES.        N/A

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         Heteroalterous PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive       |         dominant       |       switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive       |       dominant       |       switch. LIBIDO.         N/A TURN ON’S.         intelligence, good looks, trustworthiness, good sense of humor. TURN OFF’S.       being used & arrogance LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.      affectionate && protectiveness.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.        Come Alive - Against The Current HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         Reading, Writing Poetry, Painting MENTAL ILLNESSES.    N/A PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.        None LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.        right. PHOBIAS.  Spiders, Boats, Closed Spaces SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.        Confidence Goes Up And Down VULNERABILITIES.       Overly trusting, naive, acts before she thinks

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