Of course she would find him wherever he was.  He could have been in the depths of the endless abyss, dead or dying, and her voice would reach him.  She was one of few he ever cared to listen to, purposefully pausing whatever he was doing only to listen even if it may not be important.  From her, he would tolerate it.  From anyone else, he would never listen again.  This was the love and adoration he held for Favrielle Emberdusk, his sister despite their heritage. One ear flicked in irritation at the intrusion, taking a deep breath only to draw on his patience.  “Favrielle.” He said out loud, again, another way to center himself and bring himself back to reality.  There were worse times she could interrupt.  At least this was just a meal. “I am hu-haunting the Ghostlands.” He corrected himself, looking down at his meal with a slight disgust.  With a small and rather unceremonious thud, he left the creature to the elements, pulling a small handkerchief from his pocket to make sure no remnants of dinner remained.  “I can come to you.” He said to no one in particular though the knew she heard through the communication connection.  Truth be told, he was surprised she had not just appeared.  Was Favri honoring his privacy nowadays? That was a miracle.

He caught her scent before he saw her, a familiar mixture of coffee grounds and smoke.  It tickled his nose to the point that had he not stopped breathing for a moment, it would have made him sneeze. Indeed, he had a very worried look on his face when she appeared but luckily, she startled his sneeze away and he was able to take full stock of the elven woman. Both crimson eyebrows rose in question more so at her liberated appearance than the physical act of appearing.

Favrielle and he had once not seen eye to eye though now, there was no one else that rivaled the bond he held with his sister warlock.  Curiously, he tilted his head to the side, taking in the full effect that was Favrielle Emberdusk and just how much she hid from the world.

There was a beauty in the transformation and while he could all but besmirch his own changes, he reveled in hers. An unsure, diminutive smile touched his lips as she smiled at him. Radiant. Adoring. Wait. Adoring? That was not an emotion that usually painted Favrielle’s face when she looked upon him.  Where was the furrow of the eyebrows? The sour, disapproving look at having once more, disappeared for months at a time?

Displeased, he looked down at his meal at her initial comment. It had been but a lost soul that wandered too far into the Ghostlands and met with one of many Reapers that stalked the shadows. A corpse now and nothing more. “I believe your gardens already have enough fertilizer.  Besides, I do not like to play with my food once its...deceased.” He paid no more attention to his expired meal and frowned at her positively glowing self.

Edging closer to her, he leaned forward and sniffed her.  “Home is where I make it, Favrielle. I rather enjoy my squirreling and it allows for...surprises when I come back to the social circle.” He paused, lips thinning in thought. ”You smell ... different.”  He was squinting at her, eyeing her suspiciously from top of horn to the tips of her boots.  He took stock of her body language and his realization needed confirmation.  “Are you....with child?” 

Anonymous Impressions

[ Man .. you made me go back and look at the icons...  Making me WORK 

♕  I’m impressed with your writing!

Honestly? I think everyone writes well but there is always room for improvement. I am humbled by the thought that you are impressed as I think I have lost my touch quite a bit over the years but it is praise and eager comments that keep me going.  I probably would have sworn off writing long ago if I did not hear people say they liked to read what I write.  They say you are your worst critic ... and that is quite true.  Nothing is ever good enough but nothing helps the confidence than having others speak to liking or enjoying what you write.

☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing

We have done it to each other. The times we have written together have challenged me and I can say that of you and of those I write with.  Your ample vocabulary has made me take a look at my own usage and words.  Need I say a thesaurus has been used many a time?  Thank you for the challenge.  I love it even if I drag my feet about it.

∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

You know it. Once I find someone I am comfortable and vibe well with, it is very hard to fall out of sync with them.  Even when we don’t rp and just throw ideas around and scenarios, it has established canon for me that I would have never thought about.  I’m in it for the long haul and you won’t get rid of me that easily. Favri has a brother that will be making her pull out her hair all the time.

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

Aha! I’m not sure who else would write this muse.  He’s so emotionally damaged with a complex background that he’s almost a god.  ALMOST.  I take pride in knowing that I can give him the weaknesses that makes him relatable and someone you can sympathize with.  I think.  But really, he’s just a hot dilf.

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

You have been there since the beginning and I give many thanks for sticking with me even if I go quiet on you for so long.  You have been patient and have gone along with many a little quirk in my stories.  I think upon that moment, that very first moment in which I encountered you in-game and it makes me giggle. Who knew that we would grow into this? Into having an in-character brother and sister relationship that has rivaled my own canon story? I’m in it for the long haul, baby, and I hope you are right there with me giving my Theron shit for doing his shenanigans.

“I know someone who can help tighten them up.  Perhaps tailor something a little more fitting for later.” The smile that spread over his features was genuine if not a little aloof.  His ears picked up on the rest of what Saer had to say, pausing only for a moment as he heard Favri’s name.  Something flickered over his face but he made sure to keep it away from Saer.  

Ah! U-uhm… I-it was this Winter’s Veil… we’ve o-only know e-each other for nearly a y-year, My L-Lord. I-I think…” Saer frowned a moment, ”Y-you a…and F-Favri b-both gifted m-me w-with plenty o-of books t-this year… F-Favri g-gifted me a pendent and s-staff.”

“Ah yes, Favrielle.  She does dote on you.”  The smile faded from his lips, a thought crossing over his features that was truly indiscernible.  For a brief second, it seemed he scowled and it quickly dissipated, displaying a blank face. “It would be best if you did not speak to Lady Emberdusk of me.  I would rather she continue to look favorably upon you.  She is like a mother to you and I would not take that away from you.” The fake smile that he plastered on his face seemed genuine but he did not wish to linger on the subject for too long.

Theron, or rather, Kael’deryn as he had been born as, had spent years perfecting the flawless presence he could exert over others.  As a child of noble birth, elegance and grace had been sewn into him from a young age. His mannerisms had been shaped and molded into the perfect gentleman he was and could be when he did not lose his temper.  Every bit of him had been forged into the stoic creature he was now to be able to make even the smallest and perhaps most innocent of gestures into a threat.  It was an art long forgotten as nobility and class disintegrated with the input of new blood that was never taught the old ways.

He clasped one wrist with the other hand and stood over the young girl.  There was a flicker of amusement that passed over his eyes as he watched her.  He could have sworn that she was squirming.  It made a small smile begin to form at the corners of his mouth even if he was slightly bemused at it.  That he knew, Athen had not acted like this any other time.  Why was she nervous now?  

Violet orbs narrowed slightly as he watched her eat those sugary sweets.  The thought alone made his stomach churn but then again, his diet derived no particular pleasure from those pieces of candy.  In fact, he knew that they did not offer any nutritional value for anyone and yet he had always seen Athen eating some kind of sweet.  It really was not his business how she chose to nourish the child within her. He was not the sire.

For every  💭 I receive, I will write one thought my muse has had about yours 

Please Favri ... for once in your forsakenly beautiful life, do as you are told. Let me be the reckless one and you can both lecture and shake your finger at me later.  Much ... much later when you are done being angry and wanting to set me on fire.

SEND “💭” FOR MY CHARACTERS THOUGHTS ON YOURS.

Theron on Favrielle:

“I do not want to talk about it with you, Favrielle.  I never want to talk about it.  Why? Because it is you and you have enough on your plate with ... I forgot how many lovers and kids you have nowadays.”

“You once allowed me to see past the strong woman facade you wear so well.  I want to return the favor and show you that you are one of my trusted friends but I am afraid of what I will see reflected in your eyes.”

“You will be their aunt Favri.  No ifs, ands, or butts, about it.”

Red (Oberyn) and Pretty Horns (Darry):

“Girl, I’ll be ya big spoon anytime.  Ev’n if ya have the tail...and the wings...and okay.  I will jus’ leave it at tha’.  Cuddle sum? I’ll try t’keep the funneh business t’a minimum.”

“I ‘ave neva been asham’d of my past deeds 'n yet ya make me feel like a bad person for doin’ 'em now. Nah. Imma keep on doin’ ‘em. Girls gotta earn money, dranks need t’be drunk ‘n ‘em drugs need consumin’.  Dunnae give me them eyes.  Why’d you ‘ave t’care pretty ‘orns?”