#neorah

I love to look at art, I love to look at paintings, And I almost feel like the experience isn’t complete until I’ve made something on my own. - Cecily Brown

No, none of them are white. Even in my mind Lucien isn’t white.

I want to clear the air with them, since we typically tend to think characters are white unless we are told otherwise. 

Dragos is African-American. He has a medium hue to his skin, and I could describe it as darkish caramel. (Some people are offended when you use food to describe people, I am not). 

Neorah is also African-American but darker than Dragos and her hair is a frizzy dark-brown, normally in an afro or an up-do.  

Alastair is Asian-Hawaiian. His hair is a sandy blonde, only due to something that happened in his past. You will know more about him when I get into his character. 

“They say opposites attract and I wonder if she’s the opposite he needs. She is of sweetness, flowers, and sunshine.

Neorah ended up drawing the shortest straw. She squeaked every so often as she made her way to Dragos’s chambers. She looked back and Alastair gave her two thumbs up before darting away. 

Neorah swallowed harshly and she knocked on Dragos’s door. “Please wake up?” She whispered. The light summoner sighed before pushing open Dragos’s door and slipping into his room. 

Dragos was sprawled on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on his bare stomach. His head was slung over to the side and every time he took deep breaths, smoke came out of his nose. 

“Wakey, wakey” Neorah whispered. She tentatively climbed into bed and stared down at him. He blew out a breath, small flames coming out. Neorah thought better of it and she pressed her back against the farthest wall before lifting up her right hand. 

Sunlight hit Dragos smack in the face and he grunted, turning over. Dragos bellowed into his pillow and Neorah jumped. He was definitely up now. He huffed and slowly sat up, running a hand down his face. 

“Neorah,” His morning voice was scratchy and fifty shades of rough. Neorah swallowed, slowly inching over to the door. “Neorah, I’m going to-” Neorah ducked out of the door and Dragos groaned, falling back against the bed. He sighed and pulled himself out, rubbing the base of his throat. Neorah had her ear pressed against the door and she chewed at her lip. Dragos opened the door and he caught Neorah before she could tumble in. 

“Tell Lucien I’ll be there in five minutes,” His voice was getting less scratchy but it was still rough. Neorah nodded quickly and she tentatively tapped Dragos’s shoulder before rushing off. 

Chiara: The Schuyler Sisters 

Heti: Burn & Take A Break 

Dragos: Guns and Ships & A Winter’s Ball

Alastair: Say No To This 

Neorah: Helpless & Meet Me Inside (she’s Washington, Lucien is Hamilton)

Cyrian: (this one is hard) Schuyler Defeated & Blow Us All Away (he’s George Eacker)

honestly, same. Who would you want to be? Heti, Neorah, Dragos, or Alastair?

If anyone says Heti, we’re all going to know why. 

I’d want to be Dragos.