hellooooo! you just mentioned afsaneh's familiar, can we have more info about the birdie? -🐙
yes you can!
her name is Arezou and she’s a a golden saker falcon
Asra found her when she was a tiny, motherless, hurt baby bird and brought her back to the shop where Afsaneh had just been awake for over a month after her resurrection. The two took an immediate liking to each other. Afsaneh still spent a lot of her time sleeping and lying around and Arezou would get comfy somewhere in the crook of her neck between layers of scarves and nap with her.
“Arezou” (meaning: wish) was on of the first proper words Afsaneh spoke in a strange moment of clarity (in which she spoke her mother-tongue and not Vesuvian) and that is what they ended up calling the little falcon (who had grown from a near featherless thing into a little ball of fluff). Up until then she had remained rather nameless, since Asra had wanted Afsaneh to name her, seeing the connection they had.
It was very motivating for Afsaneh to see Arezou grow up and learn new things, as she was struggling quite a bit with herself. They both started from the same place - knowing nothing of the world and having to learn and experience everything for the first time. (Of course Arezou grew up faster than Afsaneh improved, but the support and motivation was still there).
When Afsaneh practiced walking, Arezou would hop around in front of her (careful not to get in her way) and give encouraging little cheeps. Arezou also wouldn’t take food from anyone but Afsaneh (and she was kinda picky about eating from the hand and not a bowl or something), which pushed her to improve her coordination so she could better feed her little bird. When Arezou flew for the first time, Afsaneh damn well near cried, she was so proud to see Arezou do a little swoop through the shop and land on the counter, puffing out her chest in pride.
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(I really gotta update the art I have of her. Her hair has changed, no longer ombre but just natural colored.)
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DEFENSIVENESS
arms cross on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE
hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
(also: biting lower lip)
SUSPICION
arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes
CONFIDENCE
hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
INSECURITY & ANXIETY
chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb (fidgeting with hands in general - also with her pebbles) / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh (digs nails into palm) / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money pebbles in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
ANGER & FRUSTRATION
short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
(also: generally stiff/tense posture)
[[Of course, all of these depend on the intensity of the emotion.]]
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Well, this was fun! Due to the restrictions of this meme, some body language for the given emotions was left out, but yes, it was a fun thing to think about.
I tag: @countessatrinava @daddy-satrinava @thearcanass @prakranwomanswh0re (idk if you’ve been tagged already or not)
What if the MC got hurt during and assassination attempt? Like if they were asleep with Nadia and they heard an assassin come in and they stopped the attempt before Nadia could react?
[imma combine these two, because they are quite similar]
🗡 Nadia Assassination Attempt 🗡
(with my apprentice Afsaneh, because I’ve imagined her in this exact situation dozens of times before. yes, I’m that kind of person.)
shoutout to @countessatrinava for giving me inspiration and also being responsible for making this way longer than i had originally planned. :*
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Afsaneh wakes to the whispering of curtains in the wind. She frowns, pulling the cover tighter around herself, shivering as a chill breeze ghosts over her skin. Why would they have left the window open? She rolls around to face the balcony doors, they sky still dark beyond the open wings. She grumbles something low and incoherent in her throat, about to get up and close them, but here eyes are already falling shut again, sleep weighing heavy on her.
She drifts off, the gentle rustling of the curtains guiding her on into sleep… When suddenly, her eyes snap open. What was that…? She stays perfectly still, ears straining. There. Almost too quiet to make it out against the background of nighttime sounds. A footstep.
The hairs raise on the back of Afsaneh’s neck, her spine tingles. Is she imagining things? …No. There it is again.
Not daring to move, Afsaneh strains her eyes and scans the shadows. There is someone else in the room, someone besides her and Nadia, she is certain of it. She can feel their presence.
Something flickers at the edge of her sight and she swears she sees the shadows move.
Her chest tightens as a sense of foreboding creeps over her. This isn’t right. Why is the window open? Did… did someone climb in through the window?
Bit by bit, Afsaneh wrangles her sluggish thoughts out of the numbing grasp of sleep.
Who would climb in through the window at this time of night? What–?
She stiffens as her attention is caught by a soft shuffle. It sounds from further into the room now. Barely daring to breathe, she inches her head around, staring intently into the darkness.
Beside her, Nadia is still sleeping peacefully, breath slow and steady. Beyond her, Afsaneh can just hear the soft scratch of cloth on cloth over the hammering of her own pulse. There was someone there, no doubt about it.
Suddenly, she hears a soft scraping sound… and moments later the shadows seem to manifest as a looming shape nears the bed, nears Nadia’s sleeping form. The glint of metal catches a beam of moonlight and Afsaneh’s blood runs cold.
No.
“No–!”
Afsaneh’s cry startles the other person and she used that opportunity to fling a blast of magic them. They stumble back and Afsaneh follows moments later, launching herself over Nadia and tackling the attacker to the ground.
They give a low grunt and struggle against her with surprising strength. Afsaneh grits her teeth, shaking as adrenaline pumps through her body. She tries for a punch, but she misses in the dark. All too soon she finds herself pressed against the floor by the weight of the attacker.
“Oof.”
“Afsaneh…?”
Nadia’s sleepy voice snaps her to attention. And the attacker too, apparently. She feels their weight lift off of her, catches another glint of metal, of the dagger.
No!
Snarling, she scrambles to her feet and throws her full weight against the attacker, pushing them against a wall. She claws at their face, nails digging into soft flesh and the attacker yelps in pain. Furious, she funnels magic into her palms, feels them grow unbearably hot against the attackers skin. No one dare hurt Nadia!
They yell and shove her away from them with a punch to the gut before turning tail and running towards the balcony. Afsaneh stumbles to her knees, but launches another blast of magic after them. She misses, the shot flying just past the attacker’s head as they vault over the balcony railing and vanish into the night.
Panting, Afsaneh drops on all fours. Her pulse hammers in her head and she doesn’t hear Nadia approaching until she feels a hand on her shoulder.
“Afsaneh! What happened? Are you all right?!”
The lights are one now, Nadia must have lit a lamp. Her worried face comes into view, her hands holding Afsaneh’s face.
“I’m okay… I’m okay…” Afsaneh says between heavy breaths. “But you should call the guards. That was an assassin if I ever saw one.”
Afsaneh leans back, ready to stand up. But instead, she flinches and sucks a sharp gasp through her teeth as pain suddenly flares out from her midsection.
“Afsaneh!”
Nadia’s arms catch her as she slumps sideways. Afsaneh grasps at her side, but that only makes it hurt more. When she pulls her hand back it’s slick and red with blood and suddenly the room seems to spin around her.
“Oh.”
The pain is blazing. White hot. Afsaneh gasps and she feels her breath quicken as panic settles into her. She’s been stabbed.
She looks up to meet Nadia’s gaze and sees the same mix of horror and fear she feels, reflected back at her. Tears prick in her eyes.
“Nadi…”
“Shh, shh, it’s all right.”
Nadia’s voice is steady, but only just. Her face is tight with worry. She eases Afsaneh down onto the floor and rushes towards the door, calling out for a doctor into the hallway. Then she hurries back to Afsaneh’s side, grabbing some piece of cloth on her way, a robe, which she presses to the wound. Quickly, the thin fabric soaks with blood, staining Nadia’s hands.
“Stay still, you’ll be all right.”
She runs her free hand through Afsaneh’s hair, fingers trembling.
“You’ll be all right.”
She repeats it under her breath, like a mantra, an effort to stay as calm as she can manage. One hand keeps caressing Afsaneh’s hair, her cheek, her forehead. Shaking fingers stroking sweaty skin.
Afsaneh looks up at her, breathing against the pain. It’s unlike anything she has felt before. She tries to focus on Nadia’s touch instead, but it doesn’t work very well. Not when her midriff feels like it’s on fire. She closes her eyes, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her eyes open again when Nadia’s grip on her tightens.
“What were you thinking?”
The exasperation in her tone can’t hide any of the worry behind it. Afsaneh snorts weakly, wincing when it sharpens the pain.
“Not much. It was either you or me. And you were sleeping.”
Nadia frowns, obviously not pleased with the answer. But in all fairness, Afsaneh isn’t sure there is any answer she can give right now that would please her. Afsaneh reaches out with her hand, biting down a pained gasp as the motion pulls at her side. Nevertheless, she cups Nadia’s cheek in her trembling, clammy hand.
“I’ll be fine.”
Nadia gazes down at her intensely, a storm of emotions behind her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something when the door is pushed open and a team of palace doctors rush into the door.
They move quickly, one of them kneeling down beside Afsaneh as the other ushers Nadia out of the door despite her protest.
“Please, You Excellency, if you could just wait outsi–”
“But I can’t leave her now!”
She attempts to push past the man and is stopped by a gentle but firm hand to her shoulder. She turns a hard stare on the doctor and he swallows visibly under the force of it.
“W-we promise, we will take the best of care. But we require some privacy.”
Before Nadia can answer, Portia appears at her side. She puts a hand on Nadia’s elbow, giving a gentle smile.
“Come, M’lady. I’m sure the doctors will be glad not to have you breathing down their necks.”
Nadia shoots her a sharp gaze and Portia reddens slightly, but stands her ground, waiting until Nadia relents with a sigh. She lets herself be guided away, eyes lingering on her bedroom door.
Portia leads her to an adjacent sitting room and Nadia collapses onto one of the seats, her face in her hands. Worry gnaws at her, winding a tight coil around her chest. She keeps seeing Afsaneh before her, hair tussled, skin paling, a pool of red growing slowly beneath her. She swallows hard against the fear that rises within her. She’ll be alright.
And yet. What if.
Her stomach twists with a sickening feeling of dread. How could she have ever let this happen? Where were the guards when she needed them, for goodness sake! An assassin! How could they have let an assassin onto the palace grounds, into the palace!
But she supposes that was on her for not stationing the guards well enough. Or for under-staffing. Or not providing them with enough training. Or not locking the window. Or not hearing the intruder. Or not waking up in time. Or not fighting the assassin herself. Or–
Nadia gasps. The worry, the blame. She feels like it’s choking her.
“M’lady…”
Portia’s hand is on her arm. A warm, anchoring pressure.
“She’ll be all right. We have the best doctors. And besides, a stab wound like that won’t just do you in. Ilya said so once.”
Why Julian was talking to his sister about stab wounds is beyond Nadia, not to mention the fact that she isn’t sure the doctor’s facts are quite accurate, but she appreciates Portia’s efforts at reassurance.
“Thank you, Portia.”
Her voice is soft and a little hoarse. She clears her throat and sits up straighter, clasping her hands tightly together.
The wait seems endless. Portia’s attempts at conversation soon secede and they are left in silence. Nadia worries her lips between her teeth, the hem of her robe between her fingers. Her gaze is fixed somewhere into the distance, unseeing. The image of bloodied Afsaneh unwilling to leave her mind. Absentmindedly, she rubs at the red stains on her own hands.
Finally, the door to the room creaks open and a servant informs them that the Countess is welcome to return to her room now. Nadia jerks to her feet, posture stiff, and rushes past the servant before they can say another word.
*
Through heavy eyelids, Afsaneh watches the doctors pack up their utensils. They have given her something and now the world seems a little fuzzy. She doesn’t mind, the bed is soft beneath her and the pain in her side has dulled. A quite welcome sensation. She leans deeper into the pillows and closes her eyes.
She hears the door open and urgent steps approaching the bed. When she opens her eyes again, Nadia is looking down at her, her expression a mix of worry and relief.
“You’re all right.” A confirmation to herself.
Her fingers graze Afsaneh’s cheek, then run gingerly along the white bandage that is wrapped around her middle.
“Mhm. All good.”
The words feel thick and awkward in her mouth. But Nadia’s hands on her arms, her face, in her hair, they feel good. She sighs softly and leans into the touch.
“How could you put yourself in danger like that?”
Afsaneh frowns. What sort of question was that? The answer was obvious.
“For you.”
She blinks up at Nadia and sees tears glistening in her eyes. Her heart clenches.
“Oh, no no, don’t cry.”
She raises her hand to Nadia’s face, brushing a stray tear away with her thumb.
“I’m all right. I’ll be good as new.” She crooks her lips into a small smile. “Plus, I’ll have a cool battle scar now.”
Nadia’s breath hitches in her throat. A laugh, a sob, or both.
“You reckless fool.” It would be reprimanding if there wasn’t a tremble in her voice. She grasps Afsaneh’s hand, holding it tighter against her cheek, turning her head and grazing her lips against the palm.
“Hm, The Fool.” Afsaneh waggles her eyebrows a little, which earns her another sob or laugh. “You’re fool.” That earns her an exasperated huff, though it can’t compete with the worried fondness in Nadia’s eyes.
Afsaneh pulls Nadia closer to her so she ends up with her head resting in the crook of Afsaneh’s neck. Nadia shifts and is soon lying beside her, on arm slung carefully around her. She presses a kiss to Afsaneh’s cheek. Then another. Her fingers trace gently over her chest, her arms, as if confirming that nothing else is out of place, that Afsaneh is still here, with her.
Afsaneh closes her eyes and hums softly. Whatever the doctors gave her is pulling more and more at her consciousness. She feels Nadia’s lips grazing her temple, then her breath against her ear as Nadia whispers.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“Hm, no promises.” She struggling to form the words in her mouth now, sleep almost pulling her under completely. Sluggish, she turns her head and kisses Nadia’s hair. “Not when you’re in danger... Not when I can protect you...”
دارم امیدی
در آسمانت،دیده ام ابر سپیدی
ای ابر دلکش،ای اسب سرکش
دستی به یالت
می نشیند تک سواری
تک سوار بی قراری
کاوه ای در کار یاری
عاشقی چشم انتظاری
صحرا ندیدی تک سوار آرزو را
در آسمان و بر زمین مانند او را
این قاصد پر قصه بی گفتگو را
ابر سپید سرکش امید ما را
دارم امیدی
[one of Afsaneh’s favorite songs. I imagine it’s a song she used to sing at home, before coming to Vesuvia and she still somehow remembered it after her resurrection. singing it brings her peace and comfort.]
After waking up she’ll make herself a tea. While she waits for the water to boil she’ll wash herself a bit with some water and a piece of cloth. Steep tea, feed her familiars (especially her cat Shahrazad will already be overdramatically complaining that she hasn’t been fed yet) and then just sit back and relax a bit, drink her tea, cuddle her familiars and make a mental list of the things she has to do.
The next things depend on her list. She’ll either head out to the market to fetch supplies or open up the shop directly. On slow days she’ll curl up in the back room with a book or even close up for an early lunch break and wander through the city.
Once she spends more time with Nadia, practically living at the palace, she’ll wake up next to Nadia and convince her to stay in bed with her just a little longer. She’ll also limit the days on which she has the shop open. It depends on how much Nadia has to do too: on Nadia’s busy days, Afsaneh is more likely to head out to the shop.
She’ll take inventory and organize the shop about once a week. On other days she might head out into the city alone and report back on how the city is doing to Nadia when the Countess is very busy. She also loves the moments where she can just go on walks or sit by the water and enjoy herself, maybe play some music or spend quality times with her familiars. And of course she’ll try to spend as much time as she can with Nadia. They try to always at least spend the evenings together, having a nice dinner and a stroll in the garden to wind down.
(I haven’t ever thought much about it tbh, but yeah this is a good rough estimation of some average days I think ^^)
18. What would drive your apprentice so far as to strike a bargain?
With the Devil I assume? Probably if Nadia’s life depended on it. Or the life of anyone else close to her. She is a very self-sacrificing type. But in general she will think long and hard about it and see if there isn’t any way that she couldn’t solve things herself or with the help of anyone but the Devil.
28. Describe what their magical realm gateway would be like?
oh, I described it once ^^ how it looked like before and after her resurrection. let me find it real quick:
before her memory loss it had a lot of inspiration from her homeland - warm colors, mountains in the background, a bubbling stream and a gnarled tree beside it, a swing hanging over the water. all in a field of high, golden grass. sunset sky, little lights dancing here and there. (it resembled one of her favourite childhood places where she would often play with Razan + a dash of magic)
now, after her memory loss, it’s a cliff by the sea. the top of the cliff is just grass. the sea changes depending on her mood, as does the sky, although it’s still mostly sunset. there is a little path that leads down to a cave, but sometimes the water is too wild to reach it. the walls of the cave are decorated with illuminated patterns and signs and here and there a cluster of precious stones sit embedded in the rock and emits a soft glow. the light is brightest when Afsaneh is calm and it also correlates with how connected she feels to her magic and the Arcana.
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12. Did they have a certain opinion about the palace and court before the events of the game? Did it change?
She didn’t have a very strong opinion. It seemed so far removed from her life. At least the people governing her. Of course she saw the effects of the courts’ terrible ruling and she often wished there was something she could do to help. I feel though that she lived more isolated after her resurrection than before it, so she didn’t do nearly as much as she wanted to.
As for the Countess, she barely knew anything about her, so there wasn’t much of an opinion to be had.
20. Would they be up for another Masquerade despite all that has happened? New outfit theme?
Oh, absolutely. She really enjoyed the moments of the masquerade where she could just enjoy herself with Nadia and she would love to have another masquerade with stressful ghost-hunts, body-snatchings, and monster-vanquishings.
As for the animal theme, I have a feeling that that is just the thing for the masquerade? But if she could have any new theme… hmm, honestly she’d be happy with anything that Nadia would come up with, because she knows it would be amazing.
21. What is their first reaction seeing their LI cry?
Worry and empathy. She’d comfort her first and then want to know what is wrong and try to find the quickest way to right it. If that wasn’t possible then she’d just offer more comfort and distraction.
It’s been a while since I’ve really written anything, but I had an angsty idea and needed to get it out.
So here’s a drabble in which we uncover more around the fallout Afsaneh had with her family, the worst thing anyone could ever say to her, and the reason she left her village and family for good.
Enjoy!
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Afsaneh cowers in a corner of the attic above the barn. The agitated shouts from her parents and her little sister’s cry of pain still ringing in her ears. How could she have let this spin so out of control?
Tears sting in her eyes and she wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. Pain burns along her forearms as the skin chafes on the fabric of her skirt, but she ignores it. What did her arms matter when Farinoush...? She swallows hard, unable to finish the thought.
Finally, the tears she had been trying to hold in trickle down her cheeks and a low sob wrenches itself from her throat. She lowers her head and presses her forehead against her knees, muffling the sobs that follow – low, sorrowful whines that come from deep within her and do nothing to dislodge the guilt that has wrapped itself like a snare around her stomach and her heart. It makes her feel sick to the bone.
How could she have let this happen?
She digs her fingers into the sides of her legs, her nails pressing into the flesh, as a particularly loud sob shakes her body. It almost feels like it will choke her and she has to cough, gasping for air through the snot, the spit, and the tears that smear across her face.
Her grip moves from her legs to her head. Her fingers bunch into fistfuls of her hair and she pulls at it, wanting to scream, wanting to vanish into thin air, anything to rid herself of the wretched feeling that sticks to the cavities in her chest and weighs her down. But she does none of that, instead curling even tighter around herself and biting her lip as keeps crying.
“Afsaneh...?” Razan’s head pokes through the hatch in the attic floor. His face is grim, set in a tight, worried frown, though his gaze softened when he sees his little sister in the corner.
Afsaneh doesn’t move, doesn’t look up. In fact, she shows no sign of hearing him at all. Razan heaves a heavy sigh and pulls himself up through the hole. He sits down by his sister’s side and wraps an arm around her. At the touch, Afsaneh unfurls with a chocked sob and lets herself collapse against her brother’s side.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers as she clings to his chest. “I didn’t mean—” She is cut off by another sob and cries into her brother’s shirt as Razan runs a soothing hand up and down her back.
“I know, azizam, I know...”
“Will she be alright?” Afsaneh asks, her voice hoarse and timid.
“She’ll live,” Razan says. “But... she will not be left unscarred.” Another sob hitches in Afsaneh’s chest at that and the sickening feeling in her stomach grows. She buries her face deeper into Razan’s chest as he tightens his hold on her with a heavy sigh.
Silence stretches between them for several minutes. Afsaneh’s thoughts dwell on her youngest sister and on everything that happened in the last hour that led her to this point. She pictures Farinoush’s face that had been so happy and full of wonder as she watched the little balls of light that Afsaneh had floated around them. Her laughter had rung through the room, carefree and bright, as she had chased after them.
Then, suddenly, it had all gone wrong. It was hard to describe, but from one moment to the next Afsaneh had felt something in her open up. Some part of her magic had suddenly broken free from her control with an overwhelming burst of power, that Afsaneh still doesn’t know where it had come from.
Next thing she knew her forearms were burnt, as was Farinoush’s face and torso. She had cried out in pain, begging for Afsaneh to make it stop. However, the panic that swelled in her chest only made things worse.
Drawn to them by Farinoush’s screams, their parents and Razan had burst into the room and the sweltering heat inside. From then everything had become a blur and the next thing that Afsaneh was aware of was being drenched in water and tackled to the ground by Razan.
The magic had left her and she had gotten to her feet, disoriented and drained. She heard her parents shouting at her, but she couldn’t make sense of their words. In the corner of the room she saw Farinoush crying and being held by their mother. Her skin colored an angry, blistering red.
The last thing she had heard before she turned and fled the room was the accusing voice of her father:
“Afsaneh, what have you done!?”
The words rebounded in her head as she had run out through the door, over the yard and into the barn where she had clambered up the ladder to the attic. The shouts and the cried still ringing in her ears.
“Afsaneh...”
Razan’s voice shakes her out her thoughts and she feels him gently push her from him so he can look her in the eyes.
“Joon, I... I spoke to māmān and bābā.” As he spoke, the frown returns to his face and Afsaneh feels something clench in the pit of her stomach. “They were right. Your magic... it – it’s too dangerous. You saw what it did...” He trails off and a new wave of guilt washes over her.
“It was an accident,” Afsaneh whispers.
“I know, I know... but you must know that we can’t let that happen again.” He rubs at his face, suddenly feeling very tired.
“Of course, I... I’ll learn to control it.”
“But how?” Razan turns on her, his gaze intense. “How will you learn to control it without it hurting yourself or anyone else? Do you even know what exactly happened down there?” He throws out his arm in the general direction of their house. Afsaneh shrinks back from the sudden anger in Razan’s voice.
“No, I...,” she said.
“You see? How can you guarantee that it won’t happen again if you don’t even know what it was? Maybe next time you will burn down an entire building and how many people will you injure then?”
Pain tightens in her chest at his words and she slowly pulls out of her brother’s arms.
“I – I don’t know, but Razan...”
“Who will teach you? Huh?” Razan voice keeps rising in volume. Grief and worry sharpening his tone and his words. “Who will teach you to control it? There is no one here to teach you!”
“But, Razan –” Afsaneh’s voice is barely audible compared to her brother’s and she finds herself backing further away.
“You should just let it go.” His voice is suddenly cold and resigned. His expression unreadable as he looks at her. “You shouldn’t use it anymore. There is no one else here to teach you because it has no place in our lives.”
Afsaneh feels new tears well up in her eyes. His words dig into her chest, making it hard to breath. No place in our lives...
“I – I’m sorry...,” she says, scurrying towards the hatch, biting back a sob. “I should go.” With that, she hurries down the ladder and runs, hoping to find somewhere far enough away that she will no longer hurt the ones she loves.
[some more info: Afsaneh is 16 in this. Razan is 6 years older, so 22. Farinoush is their youngest sister and she is 8 years younger than Afsaneh, so she’s 8.]
hahaha let the bump be a warning! (Afsaneh does offer to give her something to reduce the swelling though)
23.What is their favorite color?
warm tones, blush colors like rose or salmon. the colors of the setting sun on sand cause it reminds her of home (well, it used to remind her, now she just thinks they’re pretty). a bit of gold. also the color of the sea.
25.Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?
technically right handed, but she’s taught herself how to do a lot of things with her left hand too (e.g. it takes her longer to write with her left hand but it comes out looking very legible and decent)
42.Do they sing or play any instruments?
yes! she loves to sing and has a lovely voice. she also plays ney and setar. she also used to play santur back in her village and was quite good, but it’s been a long time and a memory loss since she last touched one. maybe if Nadia finds out she’d get her one and even an instructor so she could learn again?
