rage is a promise kept

NAME — sira

PROFESSION — shelter worker , executioner of hell

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND — at saint sophia's housing community doing several tasks to help with upkeep and organization of the shelter , occasionally providing security and ensuring the safety and comfort of guests. otherwise , in her apartment keeping busy , taking her pet doberman for walks and runs , exercising , or attending to "errands" that will keep her m.i.a. for a bit.

FAVORITE FOOD TYPE — anything seasoned and cooked well. has a major sweet tooth and would opt more for desserts if she thought she could function well on sugar alone. loves trying new places , favors mexican food for comfort but is very adventurous with meals and tries to find a new food spot at least once a month.

FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S) — red wine is a favorite , occasionally a flavored ale , loves a good whiskey and mezcal.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE — anywhere that is quiet and intimate. she doesn't like crowds and prefers quality time doing a fun activity. getting food is always a top choice , she loves gardens , museums , beaches ( not for swimming ) , spending time on a rooftop looking out at the city. a few dates in she might bring up dancing , and would offer more stay at home things , painting , cooking , baking , diy projects , ect.

IDEAL GIFT — anything chocolate , she really enjoys flowers , lilies in particular , sketch pads , your favorite book , something of yours to keep close to her , won't admit it but loves jewelry and bonus points if it's bought from a local business , and good coffee by her standards

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY KISS — it honestly depends on how the meeting happened. she's prone to pining and will probably wait until the feeling is right and there's no set guidelines for when that is

TAGGED BY: stole it from @morteuse because it is indeed silly <3

she once held no doubt in her mind that she would never feel sick for home should she have the chance to escape it. a smaller version of her might have even taken to dreaming about a life far from the bitter cold , somewhere warm , bright , safe , far enough away from the sorrow and misery that had gripped her from her first breath that she may have remembered it only as a terrible dream. sira wonders what her younger self might have had to say , learning that she needn't travel far to find that place , that it had been much closer than she could have imagined. even more , that it could be hers at all. the autumn court is not without it's beauty ; leaves of gold and russet and crimson flecked throughout the branching trees , babbling brooks and crisp breezes that weren't heavy enough to nip at her through the thick fabric of her sleeves but still pleasant in their gentle chill. lovely as it is , a longing still opens up in the pit of her chest , stretching as far as her travel , reaching back for the familiar warmth of each of her hearts beside her. and as if privy to that want , a wisp of shadow curls into the dark strands at her nape , humming softly and sweetly into her ear , beckoning her home safely and soon. she lifts a finger , running it through the black tendril , the corners of her lips pulling into a tender curve as it preens back at her before passing gently over her knuckle and slipping away , returning to where her longing lies. in her other , she is reminded of her company as they draw nearer , only a short ways from the edge of the creek where she stands , half-watching as its water pours over stone after stone.