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the furrow in elhokar's brow only grew deeper, each moment of concentration echoing on into another, time passing with excruciating slowness. despite his best efforts, he could not form stormlight around the chair in question to make it appear as anything other than a chair. he had taken so easily to crafting illusions on himself - a detail he was not quite ready to unpack just yet - but was struggling to do much more than that.

He's dead though. At least he should be. Shallan wished he truly was. Her life might've been a lot easier if he'd just died when he was supposed to. 

         What had lead him down a path of such massive Cosmere interference? Why was he not happy with his own storm cursed planet? Shallan had spent time learning, teasing out some of his goals. But the why of it all was still a mystery to her. What kind of man had to meddle so throughly in the affairs of other planets in order to realize some ambition? She needed answers, and in order to get them, she needed to share.

          "He's not dead," she said at last. Pattern seemed to slide from the back of her jacket to wrap around her freehand. "Not really anyway. He's alive enough to have been meddling on Roshar for a long time. Other planets too. I'm not sure if anyone fully understands what he wants, but some of it isn't good."

Avyra set her jaw, narrowing her eyes for a moment at the implications of Shallan's words. Not dead? He certainly couldn't be alive. All reputable accounts stated that he'd died, his body used briefly by a kandra after, but Kelsier himself was dead.

Could his body still be in use? She toyed with that idea. Several accounts stated that his bones were laid to rest after, but many simply neglected to mention what had happened to him.

i think aesthetics are great! they’re pretty to look at! but like?? only if you enjoy doing that? personally i can kind of take or leave aesthetics, i like my blog to look not-terrible, i tend to format my replies in a way that’s pleasing to MY eye, my sister will sometimes make me pretty things and i ADORE using them but like?? cohesive aesthetic?? here?? nah. i just don’t enjoy it! i don’t like editing, i don’t like making icons, i don’t like fussing over blog pages. and i find it really irritating when people make aesthetics, of all things, the prime focus of their roleplay experience. like??? listen if you enjoy making things perfect aesthetically?? if that’s something you ENJOY doing?? do it!! more power to you!! it’s just? personally i don’t follow for aesthetics so much as i do for what i see of interactions / what the mun seems like ooc, aesthetics are....so far down the list that i don’t really consider them at all, except to appreciate when a mutual makes something they’re proud of 

@weavinglight​ said: Keeses on the cheek for Renarin!

kiss some boys // accepting

     There are some days when Renarin shrinks from physical contact. Days when even just the thought of another person’s touch makes him squirm and twist his hands. However, there are also days where the opposite is true-- when he can gratefully accept small acts of companionable affection without feeling as though he has to crawl out of his own skin to alleviate whatever it is that causes that overwhelming feeling that begins to sink deep into his bones. 

Perhaps the fact that casual contact is such a rarity for the Alethi doesn’t help matters, either. Being unused to something generally makes it more difficult for him to adjust to-- but then again, there’s no guarantee that, even if he was more accustomed to it, there would be more or less of either type of day. 

All of that said, though, today seems to be one of the latter sort. Something that his brand new sister-by-marriage seems to have caught onto without him having to say a word. Renarin likes people like Shallan-- she pays attention to things-- and people-- that so many simply overlook, and more importantly, she’s proven herself to be exactly the sort of person that would support Adolin in all the ways he needs. 

All in all, he’s proud-- of his brother, of this day, of all their strength and love combined... and, judging by the soft peck on the cheek he receives after stepping up to congratulate the newlyweds, the feeling is mutual. 

Renarin beams as Shallan leans away again, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, everything is alright.

“I’m glad to call you family, Shallan.”

Of course, he could always take the opportunity to prod and poke and properly embarrass his older brother on his wedding day, but that could wait. 

what's evi's biggest pet peeve? what's the thing that is so petty but really just grinds her gears? // @weavinglight

There's so much that irritates Evi that is sadly unable to be 'petty.' The Safehand thing as a left-handed woman, the meaningless gender rules, what are they doing with their faith --

But for the most insignificant thing that makes her want to go off the deep end? Leaving doors open. This is something I have seen fandom ascribe to Alethi culture based on IRL lived experiences and frankly I'll take it. Her husband's culture will just walk into rooms do whatever and then leave with the door still wide open. Dalinar does this often and Evi just simmers in it.

You can't retrain him. She's tried. He doesn't even know he does it. The first time one of her boys does it she just yells into the book she's reading in frustration once he's out of earshot.