( hi its been 5ever. life kicked my behind and left me with no writing muse but I Miss My Bnuy. torn between continuing old threads or start fresh since its been so long? i'll have a think on it 😌
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪ Sol Silvaine。
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𝕱𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 —— 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏. ✴︎ — ; 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐜。 mv + ms • mun & muse 21+ • mdni 🔞 • spoilers for endwalker & beyond.ᐟ
( apologies for the sudden inactivity. i wish i could say it was for legitimate reasons but i've just been hyperfixating on a different oc/dnd in general 😵💫😵💫 we jumping back into bnuy mode tonight!
( me trying to write up my replies before work cause i know my sleepy ass is just gonna pass out the second i get home
Sol seemed to consider this for a moment, before nodding, a grateful gesture. "It is fun," she said, words genuine despite her flat tone. "I have heard the tune, I think . . . but not the story." Head tilt, unable to hide further curiosity. ". . . Will you tell me a bit of it?"
Maral was somewhat startled to be addressed so suddenly, but the harmless, curious question left her calm and interested in return. "Oh-- it's a local folk song," she said. "The name escapes me, but it's among a few I've been learning both music and story. I didn't realize I was humming aloud."
She doesn't point out Lightning's lingering presence, a part of her expecting it; instead, she settles, starting on the cool dessert. (It's good, though her critical mind hones in on improvements for the next batch, different ratios, maybe . . . well, that's for another time.) Her attention is ⋆☀︎.
❛ Plenty too, given how few give chase after it. ❜ There's a quiet understanding in her gaze as to why that is, though she won't immediately head off in search for her meal. She's hungry, but she's not starving and for her, that's enough. At the extended offer, well, so long as Sol gets her fair -
She isn't particularly a 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 person. But it is the season for it, & swimming is quite good exercise, & there's quite good fish to be caught . . . . . . "What is it." Said to the 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, who was (or maybe just seemed to be) staring.
( think this is meant for D&D based characters but 😌 leaves this here while i head back to work
"That is not strange." Sol nods in quiet understanding, having taken many trips or longer journeys with just the same sentiment in mind. She doesn't pry, swiftly moving on to Simeon's resulting question. "Mh, only a bit of busywork, him & me. We are pausing to get him more greens for the road." ⋆☀︎.
Simeon laughs brightly at the joke——easing up a little, this woman is not unsimilar to someone that could have been in her father's ranks. It makes her feel a little more comfortable, and she's well aware that she sticks out far before she trips over her own mouth. “Traveling,” she confirms with +
She slowly exhales through her nose. Though Sol hardly needs to prove it, she lets them twitch atop her head. "Yes." She says simply, flatly . . . he's not the first to ask, & she knows there will be more after him. "A tail, too . . . very real. They are of my people."
A busy day calls for something simple. Breakfast for dinner tonight; Sol seems particularly quiet as the hot pan hisses. " . . . " (It was a day of levequests, & even her patience struggled with their tedium.)
She seems like she's fun to fold up, that's for sure.
What's the medieval-fantasy equivalent of a lawnchair? Because Simeon folds like one.
( OK back to work shortly (kill me) but i'm perfecting sol's rbf as i draw her more. will probably delete this later lmao
To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.
Acts of service acts of service acts of serviceee. She does quite a bit of service as the WoL re: helping others, but long before she voices how much she cares, she shows it more intimately (tying laces, fixing clothes, cleaning for you, cooking for you, offering a listening ear, repairing things).
What is your WoL's love language? #wolqotd • #wolquestion
( revealing my place in DT MSQ here but i didn't expect Bakool Ja Ja to become my Sonboy
( unfortunately i needed to change Sol's mentor's name (it's Einar now). his old name was one letter off of Sans Undertale and it was haunting me
ysayle dangoulain — Still the hatred within our hearts and bless us with eternal grace! ☆ she/her ☆ #ffxivrp ☆ bi. Ships with chem. ☆ mun: Emma. 28+. Must be 21+ to write.
( wait for me y'all. i had an easy shift at work today but the finger on the monkey's paw curled and i suffered the Bus Trip Home From Hell(tm) i'm gonna collapse now
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"Most fear what is bigger than them. A sort of . . . " She grunts, searching for the right wording. "Evolutionary instinct. So, they /think/ height is equal to strength." (A bit funny, coming from someone on the taller side like her.)
"I don't understand the importance of height. Does being taller make you stronger?"
Sol thinks her difficulties expressing herself are her biggest flaw, but she's better at that than she thinks. Her actual biggest flaws is her insecurity & how often she lets it rule her, to the point of exhaustion.
#wolqotd / #wolquestion What does your WoL/OC consider to be their biggest flaw? Is it an accurate assessment of themselves? If it isn't, what is their *actual* biggest flaw?
Surprise, then understanding flashes in her calculating gaze. Not quite admitting she misjudged, though—Twelve only knew how often she'd seen empty confidence. (Still, she sensed that wasn't the case here.) "Hm," a seemingly non-committal grunt, but her shoulders are already rolling. ⋆☀︎.
Oh, Fang gives Sol something to 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 for certain, weight shifting to one leg. Yea, this place is crawlin' with people who wanna be adventurers, but Fang isn't just any run-of-the-mill bloke! It's been so long since she's been underestimated that it stings extra. However. She's not as brash +
( damn. i hope while i'm writing her here sol gets to fuck a dragon. lowkey one of the Main Goals /hj