#iliae

Xorel'yn makes a curling gesture with her fingers. The Silversun property wards snap Iliae's jaw closed, applying magical pressure hard enough to pop the former captain's eardrums twice over the course of several seconds. "You overstep, Lady Duskryder," the warlock murmurs quietly, eyes dark, sliding her hands off her desk and into her lap before they start darkening as well. "I will listen to your experience, but not when you use it as a weapon against me. Curb your tone and try that again."

All the fight drains from Desolae in the next heartbeat, and Iliae darts forward to catch the redhead as she falls and pull her away from the corpse and the weapon in equal measure. "...at least the collateral deserved what he got," Iliae mutters, setting Desolae down gently. The younger woman sprawls out uncannily like the dead body across from her, similar red hair leaving equally red streaks on the floor.

While very backwards, her thought process would be that Iliae is not as smart as Desolae thought she was if she wasn't able - or wasn't willing - to get out of that situation somehow. Knowing the details of the trauma would increase her admiration of Iliae as the ultimate survivor, however, and her eventually adding Xynrael to her list of allies would be impressive. But Desolae has a very persistent habit of victim-blaming, and she would look at that situation and put all the responsibility - for the good things as well as the terrible things - squarely on Iliae's shoulders.

Xorel’yn laces her fingers together bracingly, feeling her rings pinch against each other. “Lady Duskryder, I had thought you too intelligent to announce such a thing in the face of your enemy,” she murmurs. She keeps her eyes on the ranger but can feel the tips of her fingers turn black, feel the warmth that prickles up her arms in anticipation of darkening, feel the burning of her eyes darken to velvet. The warlock allows the phasing and lets Iliae see it - and gives the impression that it’s a a show of confidence, rather than a reflex of fear.

JAEN: Desolae’s reaction to Jaen is fairly mild, because she tries not to think about it. Jaen is really her type… but she’s realized that no, he really isn’t. He’s sweet and he cares and is carrying around loss; she likes talking to him, his balance of realism and optimism and his willingness to personally get up and try to help, and she doesn’t want to mess that up by being madly physically attracted to him. She still tends to double-take when he walks into a room without her expecting it (especially shirtless…) but her appreciation of his patience has edged out her attraction to him. Desolae’s accepted that it wouldn’t be a thing even if she hadn’t gotten involved with Tae first, but she’s still a little distracted by the eye candy. 

Rue would give Illy the power of clairvoyance, because that would help her know that her husband is able to peek at her drawers via X-RAY vision. That and hindsight is twenty-twenty, but foresight is fucking awesome, okay? 

Rue would give Mel the power of controllable X-RAY vision like her goggles have. He would then be opened up to the wide, wide world of women’s lingerie (mainly his wife’s) that Rue gets to scope out on the reg.