#blightedpup

         ❝ pup... you keep looking at me like you want to tell me something but are instead waiting for me to ask about it... ❞           he had called her into his study. he didn’t have much time the last days, barely made it to family dinners, so he was really just able to cram this talk into his working time. 

      from the corner of her eye, mairi sees the hand reaching for her’s, and somehow becomes tenser than she already was. how distant and mistrusting she’s become, to the point where the idea of a hand slipping into hers fills her with a sense of dread. part of her hopes her eyes are playing tricks on her, that nothing will happen, but she feels the brush of a touch upon her hand, and recoils.

        a frown crosses her face, not an angry one, no, but one of mere disapproval, discomfort. and she’s hardly frowning at amrita, moreso frowning at herself and her own reaction. little moments like this, simple changes she notices in herself, it makes her realize just how different she is from just a few months prior. its probably just a kind gesture on amrita’s part, likely some form of communication or even sought camaraderie, but for mairi ; its just touch, and its different. brows furrow, head shaking. ❝ what are you doing ? ❞  her words are low, a reflex, and still not angry, merely confused. she lets out a sigh. ❝ can you⏤just … don’t. do you need something ? ❞

             she had expected some kind of rejection -- they have been traveling together for months now and mairi has shown no sign of warming to any of her companions -- but it still stings when the other girl snatches her hand away. amrita’s hands are forming an apology immediately despite knowing it will not be understood, and when she settles herself by the fire she does so far enough away that she hopes it will restore some semblance of comfort for the other. in response to the question she pulls a note from her pocket and carefully hands it over, bracing herself to insist when mairi inevitably protests.

AGATE ( what or who will your muse protect with their life? )

IVEANIS … will protect everyone that he can, even if he can’t.MALTHOS … will protect vic, varis, eris, and his friends. THRENN … will protect their honor, and their gold.THAYNE … will protect as many things as he can, but not everything can be protected.OCLO … will protect his body.AYMERIC … will protect his memories.ATRONIA … will protect the inquisition.STERLING … will protect his sister, moreso than himself.ARCHIE … will protect vic from himself.

SAPPHIRE ( what makes them happiest? is there a reason why? )

thayne is a man who takes joy in many things, wherever he can find it. there have been many hardships in his life, that truthfully outweight the good times, but knowing the following keeps him sane. his children, safe, tucked away from the utter madness that is esoterica; the music that he plays not only for himself but for his acquaintances; and the stars … by god, the stars.

his son and daughter are all that remains of what his life could have been if he hadn’t become what he is now. they are what he holds dearest, over the fate of the universe itself, he would do anything to keep them safe, and happy.

music makes his life joyful, even when the darkest times come. his guitar, the old record player in his office, and the boombox sitting in the society’s library; if there’s music coming from them, he is reminded that even the smallest joys of chords being played together in certain ways will still come through the strife.

The ranger within any sort of civilization seemed worse than a caged beast. Anxiety and malcontent radiated from her, a palpable aura, but still she followed the Warden, and made no waves. 

“You might want to keep your head down, more. You’re attracting attention,” he murmurs in her thick burr, voice as gruff a growl as it always seems to be.