#fatesown

he won't ask what things she dwells on. he knows good and well just what they are. commenting on them further would only add salt to the wound, festering between them and in the face of the kingdom in screaming, agonizing silence. but as he stands at the foot of their bed  —  their bed, a novelty on its own, and a rarity that it is shared these days  —  he does not know if she seeks permission to act on the physician's recommendation, or ... if it is reassurance.

but when has she ever needed his validation? his permission? anora, the most sure-of-herself individual he's ever had the pleasure of knowing? what leg had he to stand on, considering … well, everything?

SHIPPING SHEET! | @fatesown

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes ( omg could you imagine hold on ) | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers ( if you squint? maybe ) | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( i think just bc sesshōmaru is such a new muse for me there's still things i wanna figure out about how he views affection or connection of any kind? so like something slightly plot driven but i think we both know these two aren't Normal and can jump in accordingly if we wanted )

@fatesown  //  Y'SHTOLA  :  The  Warrior  of  Light's  newest  friend  has  been  a  curiosity,  indeed.  His  aether  is  the  strangest  mix  she  has  seen  to  date  (although  her  sample  size  could  stand  to  expand),  and  he  is  uniquely  guarded  and  strangely  friendly.  A  static  like  an  oncoming  storm  seems  to  linger  under  his  skin,  and  she  wonders  when  it  will  come.  Worries  who  it  might  strike.

Subtly,  Y'shtola's  ears  perk  whenever  Leon  speaks,  drinking  in  the  insight  he  offers  into  himself,  what  little  of  it  is  provided,  noting  what  he  doesn't  mention  as  much  as  what  he  does.  She  has  ever  been  a  diligent  student,  and  for  the  moment,  he  is  her  favorite  subject.

She  finds  him  alone  during  the  festivities  to  ring  in  the  new  year,  another  year  since  the  calamitous  destruction  of  Dalamud,  another  year  survived,  another  year  to  remember  those  they  lost.  Their  friends  are  a  lively  bunch,  but  easily  ignored  in  favor  of  her  studies.

Her  fingers  are  lithe,  and  only  faintly  calloused  from  where  she  grips  her  stave—she  takes  care  to  keep  them  soft.  They  dance  up  his  chest,  along  his  pulse  point,  towards  his  lips.  For  a  blink,  she  lets  herself  see  his  aether,  watches  the  way  it  pools  in  him  as  her  thumb  reaches  the  soft  pad  of  his  lower  lip.  Careful  strokes  ensure  she  has  found  her  target,  and  then  she  presses  up  to  kiss  him—curiously.

Unwittingly,  just  at  the  stroke  of  midnight,  the  sound  of  cheers  and  jubilation  drowning  the  hammering  of  her  heart.

LEON  WOULD  BY  LYING  to  say  that  y’shtola  lacks  charm  and  intrigue  .  in  fact  ,  he’s  been  nothing  shy  of  IMPRESSED  by  her  wit  both  on  and  off  the  battlefield  since  his  arrival  within  the  warrior  of  light’s  personal  company  .  her  command  of  the  aether  around  her  is  ,  in  no  mince-able  words  ,  TERRIFYING  .  her  mind  doubly  so  ,  as  he  recalls  learning  quickly  during  their  extended  time  together  in  the  FIRST  .  and  he  would  be  lying  once  again  to  say  that  the  sound  of  her  soft-footed  arrival  isn’t  often  precluded  by  a  dreadful  excitement  that  burns  low  in  his  gut  .

❝ i wish you would tell me what happened. ❞

"Nothing happened." The lie, obvious as it is, falls from his lips easily, spoken as readily as if he had said it a thousand times before. With how often she's asked, he might as well have.

For all that he does not regret his meeting with Solas, he does regret that had his friend's blade truly stuck, Ziphrane would never have known of his fate. There would not have been opportunity to tell her of what he'd gone to do, though he knows well enough that he would never have told her to begin with. And afterwards, when he had woken in that forest with Mihris of all people tending him, he had cut himself off from the Fade — and her — to cover his tracks until the time came.

oh how she vexes him. and he delights in it, usually, the fact that she alone can elicit such a feeling in him. and with so few words. he talks himself into circles under that steady gaze, any attempts at provoking a reaction falling flat. she gives nothing away. cards held close to her chest, as it were. usually.

he knows to listen when she speaks. knows it is an honor to hear her. he does not tend to question her without reason, much as his flair for the dramatic longs for a bit of banter. but her words bring his world screeching to a halt, here, shatter whatever witty retort had been resting on his tongue.

his body acts on instinct when he takes her jaw in his hand. a desperate attempt to grasp at control of the situation when he feels as though she's shaken the very ground beneath their feet. he tilts her face up towards his own, searches her expression for... something. deceit, perhaps. mischief. but he does not know her to be a liar and he sees no playful twinkle in her eye.

she tolerates his grip for a moment longer than he'd expected her to. there is a restrained annoyance in her movements when she shakes him off—annoyance, as though he is the one being unreasonable.

his arm falls back to his side. harmless. for the moment. and he fixes her with a smile that does not reach his eyes.

"though i am not fool enough to doubt your sincerity, i do wonder if you've put enough thought into what your companions might think of such a proposal."

But sometimes - … even Y'shtola proved to surprise him, to curl around his ankles like an aloof house cat when she deigned him worthy of attention. Those moments were few and far between, especially when they were involving themselves out in Sharlay proper. He must have done something right. Whether it was the mug of coffee he had brought to her, sitting on one of the many benches around the campus, or the arm he had so carelessly slung across the back of the seat - Something had swayed him into her favor, and the gesture he received felt as if it could sustain him for the rest of his life.

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

First up is Dockmaster Boland!

Amaranthine's Dock Master is a grizzled man with his face worn by salt and sea, his gray beard tangled and frothy. He is tall, stocky, and dresses almost exclusively in wool. He lives in a tiny two-room shack at the end of the docks, and has for as long as anyone can remember.

send "OTPs + nOTPs + [a muse name]" for me to list out my favourite pairings, and the pairings i am not interested in, for that muse

CLERITH

there's no one else, that's it, clerith. that's my OTP. I'm sure for anyone that has me on discord this is not a surprise lol I can't encapsulate all my feelings about them into coherent words but I will say that I love all their little details and their themes and and references throughout the games as a whole.

How he 'doesnt dance', he doesnt high five, he doesnt take on work for charity — until it involves aerith, then suddenly he does all of it. she doesnt place any pressure on him, she sees him for who he is, accepts him as he is, and because of that it makes him want to try harder. and then he opens up and they have such fun and teasing banter. everything about them just makes me so soft.

And I'll preface my nOTP by saying a few things. I don't care about fandom shipping, I don't care what others ship, but I do have my own preferences and thoughts. I'm not going to elaborate on my nOTP thoughts here because I don't want to deal with any potential fandom uprising in my inbox or whatever, but if you want more details you can ask me privately. but my nOTP for her is zack so yeah