Mar 26, 2025
emm ships bel with a restful night of sleep 🤨
WHO DO YOU SHIP BELLARA WITH? / accepting!
HMMM.....idk......this might be a notp...........she barely KNOWS what sleep IS.......toxic relationship if you ask me!!!!!!
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emm ships bel with a restful night of sleep 🤨
WHO DO YOU SHIP BELLARA WITH? / accepting!
HMMM.....idk......this might be a notp...........she barely KNOWS what sleep IS.......toxic relationship if you ask me!!!!!!
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@wakesleft said, "a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious."
Bellara freezes mid-reach for another book in the long line of books that she has borrowed from Emmrich's library. The stack in her arms right now is... not negligible. It's actually humongous.
They are all also about necromancy (unsurprising, when taking the owner into account), but very specifically corpse-whispering. She purses her lips briefly, very visibly thinking her answer over.
Then, she replies, rather brightly (and not suspicious at all), "Well, isn't it great that we all trust each other so much, Professor Volkarin? Yeah, absolutely, I agree—I'm super swamped, though, so I gotta go—"
Bellara swivels around on her heels and attempts to bumble her way past Emmrich. Instead, she trips on the rug and comes perilously close to dropping the dozens of books clutched in her arms.
surprise! a wisp of appreciation invades your inbox with a message:
you found the sweet spot between "bellara is a grown ass woman with complexities and can whoop anyone's ass" and "sb give this girl a hug and tell her she's worth it." you and bellara make my dash a brighter place.
W....WAIT A MINUTE THIS IS ILLEGAL!!!!!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT YOU CAN'T JUST DROP CUTE NICE SHIT AND RUN AWAY HOLD ON A SECOND!!!!!
(thank you???????? THANK YOU!!)
what do i notice about your writing? dialogue. bellara has an exceptionally distinct idiolect. your grasp on it is out of this world.
WHAT DO YOU NOTICE ABOUT MY WRITING? / accepting.
THANK YOU so much it was honestly one of the things i worked on first—and extensively so. just listening to bellara talk and picking up those little idiosyncrasies that she has in her speech pattern, you know?? like—if i can't HEAR her say it in my head then there's a problem and ill rephrase it a different way. idk how else to describe it!!!!
"were you crying?"
RP MEME: HURT EDITION / accepting.
Bellara doesn't lift her gaze from the endless drop of the Fade. It's crazy, she thinks, that if she were to slip off of this ledge, she'd simply... keep falling. Bellara assumes, at least (at that, she makes a mental jot note to perhaps figure out a way to test her hypothesis). Under Neve's office was a little platform of sorts. It was a nice refuge when the elf didn't want to be found.
Of course, for those who knew her, they found her anyways. She hears a wisp's chirp nearby. That explains it.
"No," she answers, somewhat petulantly. She immediately follows up with a sniffle and plays with her hands, watching her prosthetic open and close in her lap. "Emmrich, I..." Bellara trails off. I want to be left alone. No, that wasn't entirely true. I'm overwhelmed. That was true.
"Sorry," she apologizes—and for no discernable reason. "I'm just... There's a lot going on. I'm..." Inhale. Exhale. Focus on the air flowing through your lungs. One-two, one-two, one-two-three—her fingers tap rhythmically.
A rush of frustration attacks her, vicious and unrelenting. Bellara rubs at her eyes roughly with her good hand. "I just need quiet for a second, Emmrich. I need... my head's too loud," she breathes, aggravated. Static. Voices. Flashes of battle. The Gods.
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