#flaemscion

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! [Open]

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

“So thou ist Mother Mei’s beloved?” 

        The question is delivered more like a statement, the girl’s arms crossed over her chest as she looks Kiana over, before nodding affirmatively. Yes, she was also very cool - so that seemed to be an important checkbox. Anyone related to Mei seemed to radiate being awesome, so that was an absolute win.

        A hand comes up to the girl’s chin as if she was deep in thought, her only visible eye scrutinizing Kiana’s every detail. Then, as if none of that happened, a bright smile took hold of her face, and she clapped her hands together.

“One ist certain she hast chosen well, as you doth seem most wonderful!”

FLAEMSCION & RAIMAEI.

@flaemscion​ asked:

“ you're not doing this alone. “

"..And you act like you’re going to try and help me?”

        A metallic hand is waved dismissively toward the other, the once bright and cheerful girl who spoke of her excitement to know Kiana nowhere to be seen. Whoever stood before her now, though bearing the same name and face, seemed to have lost that spark of hope.

        That spark that was replaced by something else, something dark.

“I don’t need sympathy. Don’t even pretend like you’re going to support the path that I’ve chosen to walk.”

        Her eye closes, thinking about the name Kiana bore - Kiana of House Kaslana, the same name that man had. There were similarities she could feel between the two of them, but Kiana...

        Wasn’t nearly as willing to do what needed to be done.