#apolline

"Happy anniversary my darling"

It was just growing dark by the time the mission was done.

Travel home was quick from the Ishgard aetheryte, and as soon as she passed through the front door of the family home, Valencia threw off her cloak and hung up her hat, leaving her cane by the door for the moment.  She figured that her plan went off without a hitch, and the conjurer smiled like a sly cat as she went to wash up and change into something a bit more comfortable.

Wearing a modest nightgown, she made her way back into the vast living room, furnished with deep woods and earthy tones, the hyuran healer flopped onto the couch.  The cushion of the furniture and the silence of the big farmhouse - save for the soft chirping of crickets outside - was almost enough to make her head nod, powerless in the attempt to stay upright, nearly drifting off to sleep.

At least, that is, until she heard several loud knocks at her door.

The moment’s rest made her body ache in places she hadn’t felt pain in before.  Not since the Ilsabard Contingent.  But she soldiered on toward the door, opening the chocobo yellow barrier gently.

“Oh.  Sergeant Lévesque, what–”

“Please dispense with the pleasantries, Lady Thatcher,” said her Twin Adder bodyguard, a disapproving look on her face.

“...Sergeant?”

“Where were you today?”

“Nowhere speci–”

“Lies,” Apolline said, moving forward a touch before balking, saying quietly and deadpan with a vexed frown on her face, “....MayIcomein.”

“Yes,” Valencia said, standing away from the door frame to let the Serpent guard with the storm cloud over her head fume her way inside, shutting the door after, “You are very moody today, my friend.”

“Where were you today?  I was due to accompany you to the retreat the Hearers were leading today in Fallgourd,” Apolline said, pacing a few steps left, a few steps right.

“Oh,” Valencia said, “That was my cover, I didn’t realize that would still fall within your duties as–”

“If you’re due to leave the city at all, I must accompany you,” Apolline said, finally training amber eyes on the white haired conjurer, “That is what the Commander expects, and it did not happen today.”

“Are you nervous you’ll lose your position?”

“No!” Apolline said, emotions a little heightened, “No, I was worried about you!  No one in the city had seen you all day!  And I was not about to ask your father, and– why are you bleeding?”

“What?”

“Why are you bleeding?  Matron’s tits, you’re bleeding!” Apolline said, glancing at the conjurer’s side.  Crimson bloomed through the fabric of her nightgown, from the claw wounds at her side.  It must’ve opened when she rose from the couch, “Gods, I am the worst—”

“Pollie, please, I haven’t seen you so worked up about anything before.  I honestly didn’t think you had emotions,” Valencia said, “I-”

“Apolline.  It’s Apolline.”

“Right…” Valencia said, sighing, “...Don’t tell Father.”

“Like hell I’m telling him anything!”

“Okay.  …I went on an adventure today.  All by myself.”

“You wh–” Apolline started, before blowing out the breath she was going to use to speak, then inhaling again, “Why?!  Does anybody know about it?!”

“I wanted to.  And no.  Not even Ayla.”

The guard’s ears flattened against her head as she covered her face with her sword-scarred hands, groaning as if in pain, “Lady Thatcher, you are murdering me slowly.” “I’m sorry.”

The guard’s hands slid off her face, and amber eyes looked at the conjurer again.  For a long time.  Until, “...Damn it all, I can’t stay mad at you.”

Valencia smiled.

“Don’t smile at that,” Apolline said, frowning, “Don’t smile about your… little hold on me.  It’s rude.”

Valencia’s smile upgraded to a chuckle, which seemed to lower the guard’s hackles quite a bit.

“At least tell me the next time you want to be a little brat and break the rules,” Apolline said, before giving the conjurer a surveying look, “...Did you have fun on your trip?  Was it worth it?”

“Okay, fine.  And yes.  And yes.  Gods, Pollie–”

“Apolline.”

“-It was awe-inspiring!  These folks are just… they’re so talented, and the fact that I was able to keep up with them was something I wasn’t sure I could do, but I did!”

The guard let herself smile.  A little.  Not a lot.  But the enthusiasm in the other woman’s voice was undeniable, “You’re still bleeding by the way, how’d that happen?”

“Oh, it was a badgerdragon.”

“...I’m sorry, a what?”

“A badgerdragon.  It was part badger and part dragon.”

“You can regale me with the full story and draw me a picture later–”

“Pollie, I can’t draw.”

“Apolline.  And do you, uh…” she hazarded even saying something to the conjurer of all people, “Do you need help with those wounds?  Stitching?  Ice?  A sticker?”

“Oh, of course, you could stitch them!” Valencia said, a little too eagerly.

Apolline gave Valencia a once-over.  The woman was wearing a nightgown.

The guard said, “Change into a shirt and pants and then we’ll talk.”

why is everyones name so pretty i love this name this is the prettiest name ive ever heard wow

ok so you wear this amazing shade of red ysl lipstick and its always perfectly applied no matter what happens, a lot of people wonder how you do it. you speak fluent french and take summer trips to france with your family where you ride bikes and flirt with really hot french men. girls want to be you, guys want you, but you are virtually untouchable which only makes you hotter. you wear miss dior and can often be seen crying in cabs which is only cute when you do it because you do it in a chic way. you have a russian blue cat named Francesca.

OC Kiss Week Day 1

~~A couple of captains~~

played by rue!

Parents: Apolline x Prometheus 

Full Name: Talia 

Sex: afab 

Birth Season: early spring 

Height: Giant 

Weight: Average 

Build: Muscular 

Health: Healthy 

Pack: Uncertain if Apolline will be able to join RM in time for the pups to be born, so a rogue as of right now. 

Personality: Seeing as puppies are born as blank slates, this description serves only as a suggestion. We imagined Talia to be clever, technical, sassy, mischievous, competitive, sarcastic, and a lady who craves popularity/attention. If you have a better combination of traits in mind, feel free to audition with that instead! 

Appearance: Talia follows after her paternal grandfather’s looks, coated in light creams, touches of silver, and a concoction of browns. Her eyes resemble her father’s, a captivating orange among the rest of her autumn palette. 

Here is a sketch from Apolline, my character, and Judith, another player character in the Magna Veritas campaign I’m currently involved in.

You may have seen Apolline altready on this blog (click her name in the first sentence to see more). I designed Judith following her player’s indications. Yes, she is a goth.

Those two team up quite often, mostly for getting intel or surveillance missions. Being around the same age makes it easy to find “personas” / excuses to ask questions. Judith’s abilities (including the supernatural ones) make her more of the people’s person of the pair ; Apolline, despite being mostly ok for social stuff (but not that great), has interesting abilities for spying. They also have different areas of knowledge (both in the normal world and about the supernatural).

So, basically, you could subtitle this with any of the following :

“Hi, we’re art history students, and we have a report on 13th century monasteries, due...monday. Could we please quickly visit your place and take a few pictures ? It’s kind of an emergency.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have procastinated that much”

or

“Hi, my roommate and I are looking for our cat ?”

“He’s got long, black fur with a white belly, face and paws and he’s called Piano please, he’s been missing for 3 days, we’re very worried”

or

“Hey, so we’re having a party for my birthday tonight. We heard you might be selling some weed ?”

or...

“Mr officer ? We’ve heard about all those murders and we are concerned for our safety on the streets at night... “

Etc...