A Pirate's Concern
Soraya sits at her breakfast table, a large shirt hanging on her slight frame, sipping at the coffee she’d made while waiting for the rest of breakfast to cook.
When the door to her apartment bangs open and then slams shut, she doesn’t even blink, having waited for this response for a while. An anxious highlander strides into the kitchen, stopping short at the image of the small miqo’te serenely drinking out of a large mug.
“You’re sleeping with fucking Mistbeard?!” Amira crosses the kitchen in a few short steps, standing in front of her smaller friend. “What the devil are you thinking getting involved with a pirate like that?”
Meeting the larger woman’s eyes, she grins up at her. “His name is Eynzahr, actually. He hasn’t been Mistbeard in a very long time. Besides, you’re not one to talk, are you, Captain Rex?”
Amira opens her mouth to continue arguing before hearing a noise. Soraya’s eyes flick to the doorway behind her and a smile brightens her face, making the pirate whirl on the spot. Her own eyes widen at the sight of a roegadyn with a towel around his waist, hair still disheveled from a shower. “Is everything alright, Fyrblyss? Who’s this?”
Soraya stands and moves around Amira, going to the man filling the doorframe and tugging him down for a kiss. “This is my friend, Amira. She wants to make sure I’m safe.”
He rumbles in pleasure at her touch, then shifts back to standing, offering a hand to the baffled highlander standing in Soraya’s kitchen. “Nice to meet you, I’m glad someone else keeps an eye on her.”
Baffled, Amira shakes his hand and then makes her excuses, shooting a furious glance at Soraya before leaving again, the door slamming behind her.
Settling at the table, Eynzahr stares after her for a moment. “She alright?”
Laughing, Soraya takes the food off the heat, serving them both before sitting across from him. “She is, she just heard some distressing news and wanted to make sure I was alright.”
Meeting her eyes with a knowing look, he just shakes his head and digs into his food. “I hope she’s not going to spread that around. I don’t even know how you found out, let alone her. And I promised the Admiral I would set it aside a long time ago.”
Digging into her own food, Soraya studies her roegadyn lover for a moment. “She won’t tell anyone. She knows I know too much about her to do that.”
Eynzahr grins at her, then continues eating. “If you’re sure, I’ll trust you, Fyrblyss.”
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— — — - * ♡ ◟ 𝙵𝙰𝚁𝚉𝙰𝙽, 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚄𝚉𝙰. twenty - six. music critic & barista. aesthetics include: a collection of stick - and - poke tattoos placed haphazardly across limbs, pen constantly tucked behind messy curls, headphones dangling around your neck, heavily - ringed fingers and a thick, throaty laugh, jeans that are more holes than fabric, & the lingering scent of sweet incense on all your clothes.
𝟶𝟶𝟷. 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂.
full name. anahita fairuza farzan.
nicknames. goes by ana instead of her full name.
age. twenty - six.
date of birth. july fifth.
place of birth. shiraz, iran.
zodiac. cancer.
nationality. iranian.
occupation. music critic & barista.
gender & pronouns. demigirl. she/her, sometimes they/them.
sexuality. pansexual panromantic, definite female preference.
hogwarts house. slytherin.
𝟶𝟶𝟸. 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈.
okay, just before i get to rambling: anahita goes exclusively by ana. use her full name, and you’ll probably get the full force of her rage bearing down on you like some mythic god. she hates her full name.
anahita fairuza farzan was a whirlwind from the moment she was born, and she fucking knows it. her family never really noticed, though, because they were all whirlwinds of their own accord. born to a winemaker and a poet, her upbringing was, in her own terms, “idyllic”. her parents weren’t strict, and they very much let all their children kind of find their own ways in life. soraya and darius farzan were never bothered about trying to fit their children into molds, because they themselves had been pressured into careers they didn’t want ( soraya as a nurse, darius as an engineer ) and found little happiness. not wanting that for their kids, they just let each and every one find their own ways in life.
from the get - go, ana was a very artistic kid. her mother taught her how to write poetry and it wasn’t long before her poetry turned into song lyrics. fluent in both arabic and english, her writing was a mess --- half - arabic, half - english, they looked a wreck on paper but once she started playing them and singing, they fit together perfectly. by the time she was ten, ana could play guitar, piano, violin and varying traditional iranian instruments.
ana’s family isn’t exactly small. with three older siblings and three younger ones, soraya and darius had their hands full but the kids very much looked after each other and themselves. the house was always full, but they rarely fought and they all coexisted wonderfully. ana adores all of her siblings, and would literally fight someone for them.
she’s always had a fascination with the united states, especially with the music scene so at sixteen, with her parents’ blessing, she shipped off to seattle with nothing but a few suitcases and her instruments. she found herself a little apartment in capitol hill, and the rest is history.
ana’s notoriously good with people. she can talk your arm off and charm you senseless at the same time, so it wasn’t long before she’d charmed her way into a waitressing gig. she found a few lounges to play gigs at, and she was in her absolute element for a few years. she found so much freedom and happiness within herself during those few years, and it shaped her like nothing else.
she’s recently started working as a music critic, as well as working as a barista at starbucks and playing gigs wherever she can. you can usually see her at shows, three pens tucked into her hair, listening intently and making notes in a moleskine notebook.
ana is an individual before anything else. she’s cultivated her own style over the years, and she’s so proud of herself. she doesn’t listen to negativity --- she literally wears a bracelet that says ‘fuck what they think’ and lives by her own rules. she’s a free spirit in the extreme, and that’s a good portion of her charm.
she makes it a point to try and talk to everyone she meets. as such, her friendship circle is wide and diverse beyond belief. she likes to think that she’s just that charming that no - one can say no to her, but in reality she just talks people into liking her.
she visits iran every year, and calls her parents three times a week. she facetimes all her siblings, and goes home every time someone has a baby or gets married or whatnot. she’s family - oriented in the extreme, and just loves people.
i love her so much please be her friend
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"You fear Death?
Well, consider the alternative: the misery of being trapped in a state between living and dying, alive but not whole, crawling through each day to taste even a glimpse of what others call life while every ounce of your flesh betrays you with immeasurable pain and your mind rots from the inside until you don't even notice your body has shriveled to a husk because your entire existence has frayed so utterly that you can't even feel anymore.
I, for one, would give Death a kiss on his horrid, bony lips if it meant avoiding such a fate. And I assure you, that most certainly is what awaits you if you pursue some false hope of immortality." - Cehli Bajhiri; excerpted from a letter to Sharlayan Sage Soraya Farzan.
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