#amidate

  accepting – party banter –  ♡ my muse and yours.

Dorian: Utterly… fascinating.

Dorian: Now, what about these? (clicks tongue) Surely, you cannot achieve flight with wings as little as–

Amidatelion: Please do not come any closer than that.

Dorian: What? I’m only curious.

Amidatelion: Would you be saying the same if I touseled your clothes, or… 

Dorian: I see your point. 

I was tagged by: solesparadisus

BASICS:

Name: Jessa - Nickname: Hexen Age: 24 Preferred pronouns: She/Her/The Almighty One Sexuality: Asexual  Zodiac sign: Scorpio Taken or single: Hella Taken Three facts: 

I fucking love drawing but rarely have the drive to do so.

I am a grown woman who has not learned to drive.

I can make a mean green bean casserole for thanksgiving.

ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE:

How long (months/years?): I dunno, did some preteen bullshit that is just embarrassing looking back on it. Only really started roleplaying at my current level when I joined tumblr a while back.

How’d you start: Sonic fan characters and pokemon trainer roleplaying. Aw yiss. Platforms you’ve used: Various Forums, Gaia Online, Tumblr Worst experience: The turning point of realizing what I was writing as a child was cringe-worthy and exiling myself from several forums out of shame. Best experience: Just making up more goddamn characters to live in my head.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Female or male: I've really only played females and genderless characters but I'd be up for trying to play male characters sometime. Favorite face: YOURS. Least favorite face:

  Smug little prick. Multi or single: What, like paragraphs? I can write a lot of goddamn paragraphs let me tell you.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Fluff, angst or smut: Not into smut, personally. Fluff and angst are ok I guess. Plots or memes: Yes and yes. Long or short replies: I'm cool with either, though as a writer I find it hard to be concise so short replies are in short stock. Are you like your muse(s): Probably to some point. I'm a novice writer so sticking with something akin to my personality type seems like a natural thing to do even if it's not really helping me grow as a writer. Though Tully tends to be a bit more wordy than me.                    

Hey there, nice to meet you, uh...--

It wasn't everyday you saw someone walking around in a suit of Armour so of course Kairi who was a naturally curious person wasn't able to keep her distance. At first she just watched out of the corner of her eye, but as a very extroverted and forward person Kairi had a hard time not speaking her mind so when the opportunity arose. She walked over to the person in the suit and introduced herself.

An amiable, armored friend approached Layle with a letter in greave. The Clavat unfolded the piece of paper and glanced over it so quickly, the Yuke that delivered it wondered if he read it at all. But Layle waited for this, eagerly and for so long, that he only opened the letter as a formality. It took a single word to send the man rushing out of the city. As excited as a young boy, he kept his hands close to himself so that he would not shake with eagerness. And despite his attempt to appear calm, his stride widened so that he could see his toes while looking straight, and hastened with every step until he found himself running. Under, over and past the crowds, the Crystal Bearer found it hard to hide his abilities, not that he tried very hard to hide them in the first place.

On the outer edge of the city, where beneath ruins still lie, the Forgotten Forest became home to the resurrected Yukes. No longer forgotten, or a forest for that matter, the risen tribe and their magic transformed the land into a city of their own: The Yuke City of New Shella. They lived their independence but watched the Alfitarian Kingdom closely, wary of its history.

Layle reached the city, far too excited to catch his breath and passed straight through, kindly welcomed by its inhabitants. It was when he reached a group of Yuke officials— scholars of some sort he assumed, encircled around a familiar piece of armor— that he felt his legs ache. But his heart ached more. Impatient and beating so sure, it was ready to rip from his side.

He stood amongst the crowd, witnessing the circle lift their hands in unison. A beaming light left them, and a glittering stream of light and consciousness spiraled down into the armor. So majestic this ritual, that Layle watched still, completely invested and overwhelmed at the same time.

The wings on the armor gave a flutter, and the helmet piece lifted. Where eyes would be stared straight on amber locks sticking brightly out from the crowds of metal. And to this he smiled, feeling that she was.smiling, too.

She was revived.