breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
Eva
@[Aodhan]
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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08-13-2019, 06:03 PM
breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva @[Aodhan] Profile | Detailed Bio | Character Reference
08-15-2019, 04:57 PM
Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost Coming back to the Pampas after having been made so sick he had briefly considered if death was better, was a risk Aodhán had not been willing to make right away. But eventually, he had no other home, and Noah hadn’t been around much at all before, so perhaps he could lay low and spy a bit on her to feel out what her decision was, before having to talk to her. By some coincidence, when he arrived she hadn’t been waiting for him at the border to send him away. That didn’t mean she still could or would, but at least he might have a chance of finding out what she wanted with the Pampas - what with him. As such, he was best disguised as a flower, one of many, since that was Noah’s other power. She might not find him an anomaly if he was one of those around him, might just heal and nurture him like the rest. Or if she did notice him, perhaps she would take less offence if he had a form that she favoured. But it wasn’t Noah touching his petals today - it was a familiar smell, and the flower, ticklish as he was, shrunk a little, then changed into something that actually had eyes. A small rabbit now looks up at the mare, and when he does, his smile breaks his little fluffy face. ”Eva!” Momentarily forgetting about the danger the lead herd mare potentially possesses, he stretches out a fluffy white paw to touch the purple-and-sunrise coloured mare. Something about her is different - less shiny, more… warm? It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe yet; and still his emerald eyes are captivated by her like they were not a year ago. @[Eva]
08-23-2019, 05:45 PM
breaking like the waves down on the coastline breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink Eva Profile | Detailed Bio | Character Reference
08-26-2019, 12:23 PM
Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost The white rabbit enjoys her soft touches, finding himself wondering about the difference between friendship, affection and love - but then when she retreats to speak he disregards his thoughts and feelings, to simply mesmerise at her face, then remember her question and giving her an almost guilty look. ”You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you why, but I was hiding.” He tilts his head at her, still wondering, then finally asking. ”You seem different. Is that because you’re out of the water?” he asks her. She seems… softer? Still, or even perhaps more, attractive that way for sure. But a different kind of attraction than the magical one from before. Not that he minds, though. @[Eva] |
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