A Cosmic Wayfarer

🌠 SAL of ANTHOLOGY OF ANON

✔ Multiverse | ✔ Multiship Selective | 🔞 Possible

An OC from a personal tale of mine known as Anthology of Anon (or Anon.)

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name:  Salaria Kriston

nickname:  Sal, Sally (canon, most commonly used) Angel, Kriston, Chickadee (others in canon) Étoile (non-canon)

gender:  Cisgender female

romantic  orientation:  Demiromantic

sexual  orientation:  Demisexual

preferred  pet  names:  Seems more nonchalant towards names that may be given to her and is not one to use or give pet names. For her to even muster up nicknames of her own for anyone is pretty rare!

relationship  status:  Single (usually. Depends on the story.)

opinion  on  true  love:  It surely exists in this vast cosmos...

opinion  on  love  at  first  sight:  It also surely exists in this vast cosmos...

how  ‘romantic’  are they?:  Softly spoken and presented, but deeply so, with enough time and patience. She has a gentlewomanly nature about her with a sort of maternal lean that can, again, with enough time, patience and trust, be expressed through things such as gentle kisses that may linger (particularly with the hand, forehead or cheek,) hand holding that is just as gentle and leaning into said partner of choice - also gently. Of her volition, she is always very gentle. Sometimes barely there, yet haunting all the same, almost like a ghost. 🤍

ideal  physical traits: One could say she is drawn to blue eyes, in particular, but this is far from necessary. Strong feelings have developed for those without such a trait, after all. Long hair also seems to be a big plus, but again, this has not applied to all circumstances!

ideal  personality  traits:  Seems to be particularly drawn to Curiosity and Curious things. However, she is mild enough to mesh with many types.

unattractive  physical  traits:  None.

unattractive  personality  traits:  Lacking empathy can be a real downer, in particular, but mind you: one of the most beloved ships she is in is with someone who struggles a lot with trying to grasp it!

do  they  have  a  type?:  Not really. Me, though, in my opinion? I would say "difficult" or "unstable," given the track record... hahaha! BUT, again, doesn't always apply! This is just uh... a pattern... that I have observed...

average  relationship length:  Years, at the very least. (Because sometimes, it can take years within itself just to get her to start opening up, hahaha.)

past  relationships?:  Shilo. The gent in which she has a notorious, life-shaping relationship with that affects her for the rest of her life and, to this day, drives plot and story points for her in various tales. One of the reasons she wanders the cosmos is because of this guy, fun fact!

favourite  canon  ship:  Shilo and Sal. Again, super iconic to Anthology of Anon (their respective story.) Blane and Sal is also a nice could-be ship in its own way too, however! It's basically artist x musician or musician x musician, both Shilo and Blane are brooding lads, in their own respective ways... and something about seeing that sad, but sweet little Sal light shine into the darkness of either of them makes for a sincere space that I enjoy. 🌌

favourite  non-canon  ship:  Sal x Kuja (personal fan fiction ship that I am mentally unsound over, first and foremost, always.) I love every single RP and co-story-weaving ship that has transpired and continues to transpire, however! 🌹🐌

I feel like it's also worth mentioning separately (since this qualifies as both canon and non-canon, haha) that Shilo and Kuja are both characters I associate with moon motifs! There is something about that star x moon chemistry that I wish to point out here too, being that they are among my favorites within stories and share that similarity. ✨ 🤍 🌙

@silverymusings

As if spying a small constellation within the cosmic shadows, comprised of two rather curiously shaped stars, her gaze then fixes upon this presence momentarily.

He would stay around the perimeters, seemingly happy to only watch others gather and mingle on the dance floor.

From: 🌹 All Hallow's Eve Ball 🌹

Conviviality in its many hues continued to paint the gallery ever vivid. At nearly every turn, there was a mask and the mettle that chose it - to dine and dance, deceive and deny - how the list went on. And on. And on.

A sparing sip was taken from the glass she held, one that posed little intent to finish what remained. She was not often one for spirits... of this kind, anyway. What remained of the white wine was set aside for staff to collect or another guest to scavenge, if so desired. However, as she moved to do so, she noticed something - or someone - that she had steadily grown aware of throughout the evening; the gentleman in the half-mask.

Be it lurking at the limits of the ballroom or waltzing about (literally) with a friendly face (or two, even,) the unrelenting smile which hung beneath that partial guise was met with quiet regard time and time again. Each instance she had spotted him, he remained but a spectator at the sidelines - on occasion, their eyes would meet.

This was not a novelty of any kind, of course; he was not the only one among them to idle. And yet, for whatever reason, he would be the one to prove most curious.

Now, rather than dwelling at the border a floor apart, he was placed but a few feet away, sharing the vicinity of the table that had received her near-finished drink.

There was no reason to bother him. Or at least, that is what she told herself until inevitable eye contact was made. Again.

Upon glancing over some measure of the gala, in her peripherals, the wayfarer felt his gaze - if for only a moment, she returned it. One smile met another. Modest, yet muddled with mystique.

Reunited with festivities unfurling at the heart of the room, her attention may have appeared to be lost once more. Until...

"So much to be seen," she began, eyes thoughtfully scanning the show. "In celebration of the unseen."

This was the fascinating nature of any masquerade; yet another paradox for the vast and unfathomable cosmos in which they all danced, within and without this event.

🎃 Something else festive and long overdue for @silverymusings. 🖤

From: 🌹 All Hallow's Eve Ball 🌹

Arcane gaze perusing the features of all which walked its path, eventually, its resting place found an unknown mark, a curtain of made-up eyelids drawing closed over their starry stage.

"And so our paths cross yet again." She mused, her tone mild as it was mysterious.

Even as the wayfarer did not look upon him, she knew of the shadow eclipsing the candlelight at her side - how it was of an ominous familiarity. The weight it carried since the day they met had not changed... perhaps it had only grown more grave, in fact. Its solemnity was not without its repose, however. His was a welcome presence.

A soft shimmer crept across the ghostly white lengths of her ballgown as she then turned to face the table behind her. From it, she plucked a small serving of bruschetta, garnished with diced tomatoes, feta and spinach.

"Would you recommend this or the other, Branson?"

Looming over a vast majority of the crowd, save for this swordsman now among them, the raven-clad Burmecian too felt to be a staggering shade himself - one of which extended from the wayfarer in white with rather stark contrast. Another night set upon the star.

Wordlessly, he nodded to the former in her possession. Given the confirmation, Sal then offered Torin a piece from the tray before returning to contemplate the true breadth of the gala.

CHOCOLATE YOU.

Tagged by: @silverymusings (thank you for the tag!) 💕