#limwen

if you listen closely you can hear a greek chorus singing “I won’t say I’m in love” while Limwen falls for Cassiopeia at the speed of light

I might have written up a little thing for @criticalrolo‘s and @stormslesbian‘s recent Limwen/Cassiopeia angst... Enjoy!

oh YES

Caliope: most on brand would be finding a trap in an ancient ruin and not being able to figure out what it does so she triggers it to find out and fucking,,, DIES

Odette: MOST on brand would be getting struck by lighting AGAIN and dying AGAIN and having God punt her back to life AGAIN

Thalia: Probably something born out of complete inexperience... like I love her but she hasn’t been doing this Adventurer thing for very long what if she Eldritch Blasts in the wrong direction and takes herself out??? IT WOULD HAPPEN

Kier: Trying to fucking,, punch a dragon to death with her BARE FISTS. Or a wizard. Or a possessed evil dragonborn warlord. Instead of getting some distance like a rational human being (am I speaking from experience?? MAYBE)

Limwen: Almost certainly she will severely miscalculate the distance between two points she’s trying to teleport between and will end up plummeting off a cliff a la Wiley Coyote

Esiael: any death for my sad angel boy would be just Tragic instead of ridiculous but I think he would probably try to do something Noble and end up just Dying instead lajksdfhs

Sutir: He’s a legend and he would go out guns blazing trying to steal a castle by himself while noblemen are still LIVING THERE he’s POWERFUL and he WILL face God and walk backwards into hell if he can’t have his own big ass castle

7. If your OC could pick a different name, title, or pseudonym for themself, what would they pick? Why? Have they ever been given an alternate name/title, and how do they feel about it?

Thalia: So Thalia and the rest of her party recently got promoted to honorary members of a city council, and tbh I think that she might get rid of the “honorary councilor” title if she could because she’s not really interested in tying herself to one city while she’s still on a Mission to recover her parents. I don’t know if she’d ever change her name though! It’s something she has from her original childhood home on Endelia and one of the few links she has to her birth mom (no matter how much she says she doesn’t care that Naomi left she’s lying a little bit haha). It’s something that ties her to her family which is really important to her.

Limwen: Limwen has a similar situation where her name was basically all she was able to take from home before getting Lost In The Universe. If she was picking a different name I think she’d be big into plant/nature based names, so maybe something like Alder or Birch. 

21. If they could steal one major piece of art with no consequences, what would it be and why? Bonus: how would they pull off the heist?

Thalia: Oh she would VIBE!! With klimt art for sure. If you’ve never seen his stuff in person im kajldfadsj theyre SO beautiful and the gold and platinum and silver in the paint he uses literally makes the paintings SPARKLE they are SO COOL anyway if she could pick one I think she’d like Judith and the Head of Holofernes (which is incidentally the cover of the notebook i use to take notes for the campaign alkjdfkaslkfda)

Limwen: I think that Limwen would really like the impressionist era and the really lovely landscape art that it produced! I think she would really get into Monet and all his water lilies paintings, and if she could have one specifically I think she’d go with Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies

Fletcher is the one who spots them for the first time. He’s always been a bit more perceptive than she is, and once he’d settled into his little sparrow form, he’d taken a liking to darting into the air to do a quick scan of the area before perching on her shoulder to whisper in her ear about all the lovely things he’d seen so they could go off exploring together.

They’ve made their way into some sort of bazaar, a fantastically busy marketplace full of bright lights and colorful tapestries that dazzles both of them. The moon is shining over head while the torches and strings of magical lights held in little glass balls bathe the area in a warm yellow orange glow. Cass cranes her head around, taking in the sights and sounds of people haggling and bartering around her. Even the stall owners’ daemons are getting in on the action. Cass is delighted to see a brightly-dressed tiefling and his hedgehog daemon both animatedly trying to convince an elf woman with a silver and blue butterfly resting on her finger to buy a set of ornate kitchen knives.

A few feet above her head, Fletcher is darting back and forth between the strings of lights. He can get farther away from her than most people would be able to stand, which Cass chalks up to both of their insatiable curiosity. A little bit of uncomfortable stretching was nothing compared to the rush they both felt at getting to see something completely new. Still, a few people give her nervous glances as she walks by. One human’s little mouse daemon actually squeaks and hides in the hood of their human’s cloak for a moment before making the connection between her and the small brown bird swooping through the sky. Cass gives them a bright smile, aiming to reassure them, before hurrying on.

It’s a bit of a surprise when she feels Fletcher settle on the top of her head a few minutes later. He looked like he’d been having so much fun flitting around. Cass picks him up gently and rubs the top of his fluffy brown head with a finger, feeling the familiar tingle down her own spine when she touches him.

“Hey, what happened?” she asks. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself up there.”

“You’ll never guess what I saw over on the other side of those stalls,” Fletcher says, fluffing up his feathers enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen someone with a daemon like that before.”

Cass raises her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? Is it really big or pretty or…?”

Fletcher tilts his head to the side. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise, Cass. But you have to come check this out.” He lifts his wings and takes off into the air again, this time mostly circling around her head as he guides her through the crowd towards the other side of the marketplace. Cass jostles a few people who grumble at her as she passes by. She’s careful to avoid both toes and tails while scooting between wooden shelves and canvas walls until she pops out on the other side, scanning the street for whatever Fletcher said he saw.

She swivels her head. Everything seems normal to her. Just people and their daemons, milling about, the scent of spices and perfume heady in the air, until she sees…

Her eyes widen. “Woah.”

Across the way from where Cass is half hidden in the shadow of a stall is a tall elven woman with long black hair and a sharp, angular face. When she turns her head to the side, Cass can see that it’s practically bisected by a scar that cuts through one cheek and down through her lip. She’s wearing a long grey cloak and has a bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back, and she seems to be arguing with a merchant over something by the way she’s gesturing.

But by far, the most striking thing about her is the enormous orange tiger loping at her side, swiveling his striped head around and staring at passing customers with piercing green eyes. Most people do a double take at seeing such a large animal in a crowded marketplace, and a couple even jump aside when the tiger flashes his fangs at them.

“Holy shit,” Cass says.

Fletcher lands on her shoulder. “They’re getting as many stares as we usually do.”

“I wanna go talk to her,” Cass says, moving out of the shadow of the stall and heading towards the woman and her tiger.

“Cass – wait, what are you planning to say?”

“I’ll figure it out when I get there,” Cass says. She’s not sure what it is, but it feels important that she get over there right now. There’s something charged in the air, some kind of energy moving through the fabric of this plane of existence that tells her something’s coming and she has to know what it is.

The woman seems to finish up her argument, sliding a coin across the counter in exchange for a bundle of arrows that she stows away in her quiver immediately. Cass picks up her speed, trying to catch up as the woman and the tiger start to move away at a brisk pace.

Her eyes are locked on the woman, then, when the tiger perks his ears up. Over the crowd, because she’s so focused, she hears him say in a deep rumbling voice, “Limwen, I think –”

Cass sees the woman’s form blink and shift for a second, glitching unnaturally in the street. That energy she felt before is stronger now, gathering in waves around her and the elf. She shifts from speed walking to an all-out sprint, Fletcher twittering in confusion in her ear as she closes the distance between them.

The woman stops in the street, clutching one hand into her daemon’s fur, when Cass skids to a stop in front of her. She blinks in confusion, taking in Cass’s pink and purple form and the little brown bird nestled on her head, before the world twists around them both and she starts to disappear.

“Grab her!” Fletcher says, flapping his wings frantically.

Cass doesn’t know what’s come over him or where this strange energy is coming from, but she immediately sticks her hand out and grabs onto the woman’s wrist. The universe warps around her – around them both – in a strange way that glitters with unexplored energy and untapped potential, before twisting itself back into something recognizable and solid.

Cass and the woman fall to the grass covered ground, with light streaming through tree branches overhead to dapple them both in warm golden sunshine. For a second, they both just lay there, panting slightly as they readjust to the new surroundings. The woman, (Limwen, the daemon tiger called her,) stretches out her hand to bury it in her daemon’s thick orange fur.

“Revion…?” she murmurs. Her voice is hoarser than Cass had expected, like she doesn’t get the opportunity to use it all that much. The tiger purrs low in response and buries his head against her shoulder.

All of a sudden, it hits Cass exactly what just happened and she bolts upright. Fletcher flits up with her, nestling in against her cheek.

Limwen and Revion twist their heads to the side to look at her in one synchronized motion. It would be adorable if the twin silver and green stares didn’t feel like they were piercing all the way through to her core somehow.

“Who are you?” Limwen asks. She sits up as well, Revion pressing against her side protectively. “How did you… did you follow me here?”

“Oh my gosh!” Cass gasps in delight. She beams and grabs Limwen’s gloved hands with her own. “You’re just like me!”

Cassiopeia’s daemon: Fletcher (eurasian tree sparrow)

oh my god im about to go OFF 

first of all I’ve got a short story about Limwen and her sumatran tiger daemon Revion here :)  Not sure exactly when he settled for her, but I think that he really represented different things for her at different points at her life: at first he was a sign of ambition, but later on he was much more of a companion while she was very alone. They don’t talk a lot but she definitely holds him very close at night and I think eventually he almost serves as a warning before she glitches - he can give her a heads up right before it happens which makes it less jarring. Either way they are VERY close and don’t trust ANYONE more than each other.

Caliope’s kestrel is named Aegan, and he settled pretty early on, since she’s always been the same focused, brash, independent kind of person. I think that he settled right around 14 when she started secondary education and really DOVE into her studies and she kind of got a feel for what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. This was definitely an exciting moment for both of them and they were both pretty pleased with his form. Aegan is SO TALKATIVE, like he CANNOT shut up, and the two of them together will talk forever about anything and everything 

5. Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

Thalia: Thalia probably would try to make some kind of hanging sculpture type of exhibition. Would it be good...? Probably not, art isn’t her forte. She’d probably be able to make a decent display with the right lighting, and she’d enjoy making it but probably wouldn’t be super happy with how it ended up differently from what she’d envisioned. 

Limwen: Limwen has no idea what different kinds of art entails, bless her heart. She would probably try to?? use a pottery wheel or something?? That would sound the most practical to her. It would definitely crack and look weird and she would almost certainly throw away whatever she made

It’s very basic: four times Limwen really, really wanted to kiss Cass, and one time she finally did. 

(your move, @stormslesbian)

The thing is, glitching is never an easy process. Plane shifting is tiring enough, without it being an involuntary process that feels closer to being dragged through a hole than to jumping into space. As it is, when Limwen's feet hit the ground, it's with the full weight of the multiverse punting her around. There's an audible snap as the temporary portal seals itself shut behind her, and her knees buckle under the force of gravity aggressively reasserting itself. She falls on all fours, heaving in a gasp that feels like her first in ages. Wherever she is, it's relatively quiet, and the sudden sound of her panting breaths cracks through the silence. 

Silence, meaning that she is alone. Unlike a few moments before, when a small starry hand had been clutching at her own pale fingers, asking her what all this energy was, why was she phasing in and out of sight, Limwen what's happening – 

Limwen opens her eyes.