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Tal breathed a sigh of relief as Karigan seized the airship’s controls and pulled them back into a stable trajectory. Relaxing her grip on the railing, she turned her attention back to the remaining pirates. There were at least a half-dozen still scattered about the deck, including the pilot who’d sent them plummeting just moments ago. Most were regaining their balance and preparing to continue the fight.

Tal made the first move and dashed towards the captain, who was situated on the upper level of the deck. With a fair distance between them, she would have to be quick to close the gap.

jumbo ask game // accepting.

of course you had to ask about the voice didn’t you?

For the most part, with her personable nature within the store, Jade’s voice has a breathy quality with a tone that is rather straight to the point. She is quite good at allowing her voice to avoid being driven by emotion, in part due to the mask she hides behind in her daily life, but there is still a purpose there when she speaks.

In her other work? Dealing with people she doesn’t like? It is allowed to vary some and it is in those moments, other aspects will show through. More often than not, with a rather authoratitive and/or bored tone.

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist’s fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

The Queen’s hands are small and graceful, well-maintained and suited for delicate work. Her palms are broad, with strong fingers of middling length. She’s very meticulous about using various lotions to keep her skin soft and smooth, though her fingertips are another story altogether; while it would be inaccurate to say that they’re calloused, the skin found there is rough and dry, almost as if they’d been abraded. Her nails are sometimes painted, though they’re just as often kept bare, their surfaces hard and shiny. They are sometimes sharpened to points, but for practicality’s sake, she tends to keep them on the shorter end.

Her cuticles are, for lack of a better phrase, shot to the Seven Hells: they are often split and cracked, with the skin sometimes torn far away from the nail, particularly upon her thumbs.

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VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET !! ✿ accepting. @levingale​ has asked: G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

G   ──   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Ahri is the furthest thing away from a materialistic type of person. Although she ADORES to receive gifts and is indeed extremely passionate about gold and jewels and the most exquisite of clothes, she doesn’t really put too much significance upon these objects: in her opinion, they’re simply ( dead ) ornaments that can acquire true beauty solely when worn and carried by someone who’s already either equally or more beautiful than them. This is why, when it comes to giving gifts to others, she tends to choose more INTIMATE OBJECTS that can communicate with the person's soul and thus leave an everlasting trace of their passage, such as books that might conquer the mind or flowers in bloom that might indeed conquer the heart. 

soft sunday on a... friday // open

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE.

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Quite the personality, that Nightingale. They’d only had a few chance meetings thus far and truly, Ibara wasn’t too sure how she felt just yet— perhaps a hint of vexation at some of the things that came out of the other woman’s mouth. It’d explain why she frowns slightly, after the brief look of surprise upon finding the sky pirate here, of all places, in the evening solitude of the Shroud.

It's a conversation that starts simple enough, as it tends to do; hello, nightingale. fancy seeing you here, what’s the occasion? For Ibara, the occasion is work, you see. She’s here with two strangers in need of healing hands— awfully bold, they’d caught her at the last moment, convinced her with a hefty amount of gil to ditch the airship and travel with them by land from Coerthas to the Shroud. While they’re resting elsewhere now, she’s excused herself to wander out here. They’re pleasant enough company. Fun people, she says with a small smile; one of them is teaching her how to really use the knife she carries.

So it goes. A few more words exchanged, then that is said, and it's funny how quickly Ibara’s smile falters.

While she’s not saying what she’s thinking, it shows clear on her face soon enough; eyebrows in a furrow and lips drawn thin in apprehension. She’s not sure if Karigan is trying to keep her sharp, get under her skin or both, but she’d succeeded at both.

And so easily, too.

“I know,” is all she says, only sounding half-convincing, choosing to stare out at the verdant landscape over her company, but part of her almost wants to thank the pirate for the warning. She’d let her guard down at the slightest warmth— who’s to say it wouldn’t burn her?