#soliam

Their first impression:

“I don’t really remember much of that night. I think I was on my third day of a pretty rough bender… I guess I thought I could wander back to The Aureate Ward and ask Liana for my job back? He was the first person who found me passed out on the steps, and he woke me up and tried to get me help. It was… really sweet. The rest of the night is still kind of a blur, but I remember him crushing my petals when I tried to chew more. I was so angry at this old man that I started smacking him, but he stuck with me anyway. I thought he must’ve been into me or something.”

Their current impression:

“I think he’s sweet, kind, wise… All those good words you can say about someone. He’s never been malicious to me, and even stuck by my side when I was basically a complete stranger to him. I think he just wants to help people; he’s really selfless.”

What they like the most about your muse:

“He’s wildly kind and charming. He’ll sit and listen to me bitch all day and night about my life and he’ll never speak or give a judging look. I like that he has a lot to offer me.”

What they dislike the most about your muse:

“Soliam gets… sad sometimes. I’ve seen it, you know, in his eyes when he speaks. He doesn’t deserve that, and hell, if he can get through all the hardship in his life and still be sad, what hope do I have? I wish he’d be happier, and I wish he’d stay in one place. He’s too old to wander now.”

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):

“He’s basically my dad at this point. Or granddad? I don’t know. I like to think he and I are really close, and that he has a lot to teach me while also making sure I don’t get into trouble. It’s nice having someone for that.”

A general opinion of their relationship:

A Raen lays sprawled under the covers of an infirmary bed, lit only by the light of a few candles.

In her dreams, the sun shines down from a clear sky. Water sparkles in the air as she jumps from the shallow shore and into the green-blue sea. He is following her, watching with a loving smile.

The Raen dives underneath the surface of the water, her eyes shut tight against the burning salt as she swims further and further out into the cool ocean.

When she surfaces, she turns to see him. He’s also a Raen, barely into his adulthood wearing the awkward smile of a first-time lover. He’s on fire, flames engulfing his form and cooking his flesh. She calls to him, but her cries are silenced by a wave crashing into the back of her head.

When she surfaces, she sees him again. Now, he is a Xaela. Tall and dark-skinned, with wild black hair. His golden eyes looked to her, then away. He turns his back to her. She calls to him more desperately, until another wave silences her.

Her hands come to her eyes and rub away salt-water tears. Her vision is blurry, and the light pains her as she looks back to the shore, farther away than ever before. He’s standing there, an older Xaela with pale skin. He wears his age well, looking handsome and wise. He holds out his hand to her with a sad smile, and she lunges for it, but he’s too far away.

The ocean swallows her once more, and the currents carry her away.