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volturissideslut · 1 year

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Req for the volturi :)

Domestic 'snapshots' of life with the kings (seperate or not) and with the guards if possible? By snap shots I mean like short scenes of a regular day, watching them get dressed for trials, spending time w them, them finding you after trials and greeting you... etc?

I really enjoy your volturi headcanons :)

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 + 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘

I LOVE DOMESTIC SNAPSHOTS SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND I'M DOING THE TWINS TOO AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME! In some of these you're human and in others ur a vamp (ps I write from the movie not the book so twins are aged up like the movies)

Aro

Sitting next to him and leaning your head on his chest, half asleep as he keeps talking about all the history he's witnessed, fighting sleep desperately because 1, it's interesting, and 2, you love listening to his stories

but his voice is just such a comforting thing to you after all this time together and the low gentle hum has you so relaxed and enchanted that you can't help but fall asleep (almost like he's doing it on purpose)

when you finally fall asleep he pulls a cozy blanket over the two and you before going to do his own thing

the loss of his comforting voice has you stirring awake, but he notices and just continues talking, finishing his story before beginning a new one and eventually fantasising about what the future holds with you

Marcus

It's almost lunch time for you and you get up, about to get some food but Marcus stops you; he has a gift for you. As he's handing it to you, you realise with a gentle smile what exactly it is your holding

a box of chicken flavour 'cup of soup' packets, the cheap one too and you can't help but beam at him suprised by the thoughtfulness

he remembered

weeks ago now - perhaps even months - you had been rambling about your childhood, upset at the prospect of losing what you hold dear with the soon vampire status you would have

reminiscing over the late nights with your mother when you were sick or it was a rainy day, having cheap cup of soups and curling under her bed covers together with a comfort film on the background whilst you talked and existed together

maybe to others a gift of pearls and diamonds or gold would have been more impressive but he listened and he cared

Caius

Here you are, sat trying your hardest not to laugh in your lovers face as he insists that he doesn't look like grumpy cat

the resemblance is too close you you and you know if you were human you would be wheezing out of breath as he tries and failed to put up an annoyed facade, an offended facade, which ilny makes them resemble each other more

"how on earth did it get stuck with you" he'd mutter quietly despite knowing you'd hear him no matter what, as his face splits into a grin and he can no longer hold his own chuckle back

it's ridiculous and not even funny when you think about it but moments like these with you always warms his soul

Alec

A muffled scream left you lips as you buried your face deeper into the nape of his neck. Honestly, why was he so insistant on speeding around with you on his back scaring you?

it was when he jumped over a particularly large river ravine that you flailed around a bit before he set you firmly on the ground

"give me a warning next time Alec!" you gasped, glaring playfully at his unrepentant smirk. He was up to something, definitely up to somethi-

Without time to finish your thought he scoops you up before scaling a perticularly tall tower, reluctantly clinging to him and burrowing into him impossibly further and ignoring his weak attempts to comfort you through boisterous laughs

he was right though- the view of the sunrise up here was well worth it and the rush of getting up here to see it had you feeling just as giddy as a teen in love

Jane

This had to be the most relaxed she had been in a long time

sliding her arms into the sleeves of her cloak she had to take a moment to compose herself before leaving, unwanting to show others just how happy you made her simply by existing

here you were, hair tussled and an absolute mess, eyes almost glued shut in sleep as you groaned dramatically at the thought of getting out of bed

you wanted a goodbye kiss but you wrongfully assumed Jane would be pitiful of this and give in

but no

she's making you work for it, ready to walk out the door of your shared room as you whine for her to come 4 freaking steps closer before her duty starts, state only worsened by the smug and and teasing smile painted on her face

just as she's about to give in one of the lower guards barges in disturbing the peace and she straightens up, before turning to him

realising he's in the wrong room he bolts put with a half baked apology and Jane is left to simply roll her eyes and press a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving, masking her smirk at your complain that "that's not what I meant! wan' a proper kiss" with annoyance for the lower guard she's about to hunt down

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#twilight #twilight renascence #volturi #headcannons #x reader #twilight saga #hc #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #volturi kings #volturi guard #volturissideslut #fluff

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jiubilant · 1 year

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full tsaesci names are seldom used in anything but census documents but they consist of a [familiar given name, which is usually shorter than the formal given name and usually begins with the same letter] [the word ak, "of," + the name of the family's patron god or spirit] [formal given name]-[matronymic]. some examples of tsaesci characters' full names are

vaie ak ilni versidue-shaie

sa ak zisa sien-chorak

sae ak zisa savirien-chorak

diris ak ilni dinieras-ves

to respectfully address a tsaesci elder, superior, or stranger you'd use both their formal given name and its matronymic ("dinieras-ves"). the respectful address is almost always used in writing. if you're on friendly terms with the person you're addressing it's acceptable to call them by their formal given name only ("dinieras") or even to fondly shorten it ("dini"). it's only appropriate to address a person by their familiar name ("diris") if they are a close family member, intimate friend, or spouse—and even then the use of the familiar name is typically reserved for moments of great passion, affection, or import

#language #tsaesci

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scalecallerpeak · 2 months

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what do you think the pantheon for each akaviri races are like? Any daedric princes that might be included? And also do you think there could be a deity worshipped there but remains unknown in Tamriel? Love ur posts btw!

I haven't really thought about Daedra in Akavir yet but I imagine that daedric worship isn't as stigmatised there (ofc depending on the prince).

I definitely think there are likely gods we don't know of since ESO gave us some gods we've never heard of but could just be akaviri names for known gods.

However I think in Akavir things arn't as simple as Aedra/Daedra, as the Kamal themselves came from the Magna Ge (headcanon: That when the Magna Ge left Nirn some of the magic of the holes they made landed on the snows of Kamal creating the Kamali hence why they're called 'demons').Spiritual worship tends to be more of the main focus of Kamal. They believe in the Kamasil which if a Kamal doesn't go to rest peacefully they're going to come back as an angry snow spirit called a Kamasil. Thus a religious practice in kamal is called O-Te Kamasil which is a priest who deals with these angry spirits.

This belief is unique to the Kamal. But they do take on some Tsaesci beliefs (Tsaesci are sort of the Akavir version of imperials and by that I mean they stick their noses in everyone's business thus everyones got their religion) But the main gods in the Tsaesci religion are: Z'en, Aka, Alduin, Myn, Zisa, Nyfa and Ilni. Ironically despite being called Dragon Land, Z'en is the most profound god in the akaviri religion. And it is common to curse: 'By Z'en!' 'For Z'en's sake' etc.

In akaviri art work due to the mixed views of dragons, these gods are sometimes depicted as dragons and sometimes mortal races. In Tsaesci dragons art hunted, in Ka Po'tun Dragons are worshipped, in Kamal they generally keep away from dragons (due to their belief of spirits coming back and they don't want a spirit dragon), and Tang Mo also generally avoid them.

Tsaesci gods are also known to have demi-aedra or lesser aedra offspring such as Shinoginxhi and Xhinadorasai who are the children of Zisa + Ilni and Myn + Nyfa respectively. This can also be seen with dragons being the lesser aedra of Aka.

Other gods that are extremely important to the Tsaesci are Lorkan and Satakal. The Tsaesci believe they gained their serpentine forms as the last gift from Lorkan while he died (slain by Aka). They also believe that Satakal is the child of Lorkan and represents a side Tsaesci like to hide (the hungry serpent). This is why the vampiric strain that effects Tsaesci in particular (Note: in my headcanons Tsaesci aren't actually vampiric that's a misconception made by people from tamriel due to the importance of blood magic in their culture.) is called the Satakal strain. So along with Z'en you could say Lorkan is their most important god as they call their snake from their 'Lorkan Blessed skin'.

#Akavir #Headcannon #TES Lore #Xhinadorasai #Shinoginxhi #Asks #Fysh Talks #Also thank you so much I'm glad you like my ramblings!

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taliya-writes · 1 year

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Stealing and Healing Hearts snippet - DCMK

The headline on the newspaper that morning was different from any other headline ever written. Having "Kaitou KID" mentioned in the title was not unusual; the phantom thief regularly headlined the front page whenever a heist was announced. Rather, the fact that a well-known children's wish-granting foundation was associated with the magician's name made it something of a rarity:

MAKE-A-WISH FOUNDATION PUBLISHES EXCERPTS OF PATIENT WISHES FROM TOKYO METROPOLITAN CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL TO KAITOU KID Dear Kaitoh KID, My name is Haru. I am six and I have lookeemeea. [...] I wish you can steal my ilnis so that I can go owt side and play with my dog. Thankx, Haru

Dear Kaitou KID, I’ve been a fan of yours ever since you made your return three years ago. I was twelve then. I’m fifteen now and was diagnosed with a brain tumor three months ago. I’ve had surgery, but it was malignant […] and now I have seven months to live […]. I’d like to see you perform live at least once before I leave. Sincerely, Sanosuke

Dear Kaitou KID, I’m Suki and I’m eight and was born with AIDS…

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Reading the excerpts from some of the children’s letters had given Inspector Nakamori Ginzou the oddest mixture of heartache and heartburn. On the one hand, terminally ill children. But on the other, Kaitou KID…

“What are these children thinking, idolizing a thief…?” he muttered as he ruffled his hair.

In his mind, he could already hear his daughter’s childhood friend, Kuroba Kaito, arguing for the blasted thief. “His magic performances are second to none, and the shows he puts on are spectacular!”

Ginzo sighed and picked up his phone. He needed to have a chat with Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital’s director about this development.

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KAITOU KID REPLIES TO PATIENT WISHES FROM TOKYO METROPOLITAN CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL

To the Make-A-Wish children of Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital,

I have read all of your wishes, some of which were published in the national newspapers, and I would like to cordially invite you to a private meet and greet inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital. I have already made arrangements with the hospital’s director for a visit. I have also been granted permission to extend my invitation for up to two additional companions of the patient’s choice each.

I would dearly love to meet my most special little fans and host a performance especially for you, to thank you for your love and support. In return, I will always love and support you with the deepest hopes that you all live long, happy, and fulfilling lives.

I look forwards to seeing all of your bright faces,

Kaitou KID

P.S. – Please note: this is not a heist notice, merely a courtesy letter of reply.

#writing wip #snippet #dcmk #kaitou kid #nakamori ginzo #taliya writes

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 2 years

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moonlight (interlude)

(chapter 8 - tesfest2022 - read on AO3) (this one is about idrenie)

Between Idrenie’s breast and armpit there is a small, close, warm hollow that smells of nothing but her. Iliah’s paused to rest her face there, taking a brief break from speaking. They’re lying down again, wrapped up in each other, and for the past several minutes Iliah has been telling her life’s story to the skin of Idrenie’s neck.

“Zisa,” Idrenie finally breathes. “That’s…”

Iliah says nothing. She’s pressed into Idrenie’s shoulder, lying very still.

“Your father’s here, isn’t he? Leading an army?” Idrenie exhales through her teeth. “Zisa. Does he know you’re here too?”

“He knows,” Iliah mumbles. “We made up. Sort of. Almalexia needed him.”

“Zisa. And your sister? What happened to her?”

“I don’t know. She’s never been seen again.”

“Zisa, Nyfa, Myn and Ilni. That’s quite the tale. I can see why you prefer my dreams.”

A brisk sea-wind had picked up, cutting like a knife through the volcanic haze of the sky. Pale moonlight floods through the gash, turning everything a ghostly shade of blue. The world looks luminous, the broken coral incandescent, the basalt sand of the beach as black as clotted blood. The ocean is mirror-calm and black as an abyss, except for where the moonlight catches waves breaking across the reef, and then it seems as if handfuls of pearls are spraying into the humid air.

Iliah’s lying so still and quiet that Idrenie’s not certain whether she’s asleep. “Iliah,” she whispers. “You’re strong. I see why your goddess loves you.”

“You’re teasing me,” Iliah muttered.

“I’m not. Come here, look at me.” Idrenie rolls to her side, then pulls Iliah’s face upwards. Forehead pressed to forehead, neither of them can see anything beyond the other’s eyes-- one pair of cloudy lilac, one pair magma-orange.

“I never talk about this,” Iliah admits in a whisper. “You’re the only person I’ve told it to.”

“Then it was very brave of you to tell me.”

“I’m not brave. You’re meant to be the brave one.”

“I never said that I was brave.”

“But you are. All your stories, when you charge into battles against terrible foes--”

“When Nerevar charges. And they’re just dreams.”

The stars twinkle down on them judgmentally, but the moons are as soft and sympathetic as two half-closed eyes.

“I’ve never realised it before,” says Idrenie with quiet wonder. “You know nothing of my own life, do you?”

Iliah repositions herself on Idrenie’s chest. “Will you tell me about it?”

“It’s boring, compared to the Nerevar dreams.”

“That doesn’t matter to me. Please, Idrenie?” A moment’s silence. “I don’t want to think about Karnalta any more. I want to think about you.”

Idrenie turns her head, kisses Iliah’s brow sweetly, pulls her closer. And she dutifully begins:

“I was born nowhere in particular at the end of summer. No, I mean it-- I was born on a ship, I don’t know why, somewhere in the Padomaic ocean en route to Akavir. I never knew who my parents were. One of them must have been a Dunmer, clearly. Or perhaps just an unusually-shaped Kamal?

“I’d like to say I was adopted by some kindly sage but I wasn’t. I think I was raised in some Tsaeci orphanage until I could walk and talk. I don’t remember, cause I escaped as soon as I could. What? You’ve never been around a small child, have you? Take your eyes off them for a second and they’re gone. Ask one of the Temple orphan-minders about that. I was like that as a little kid-- fast on my feet.

“I think I got picked up by a pawn-broker who worked the Telvanni in the docks. This pawn-broker-- I called him Mithdue even though his name was Misdue ‘cause when I was little I had these atrocious buck-teeth and a lisp and I couldn’t manage the ‘s’-- Mithdue had a clever idea. We were at a port that got people from all over, including Telvanni. Especially Telvanni. I made a convincing Telvanlet, so he’d wave me at customers and say I was his daughter, that he had a Telvanni wife and got all these special Telvannii goods through her. Oh, and the goods were Telvanni all right-- he taught me to sneak onto the ships and pinch things. I had deft little hands and I was good at hiding. Any time I got caught, I’d cry and say I was looking for my parents on some other Telvanni ship and then soon as I could I’d run. I told you I was fast on my feet as a kid, remember?

“So there, I told you I wasn’t brave. I was-- I am -- a thief. When I grew too tall and ugly for that racket I ran away from Mithdue and I joined an orphan gang.

“An orphan gang is just that-- a gang of orphans. I think there’s also some in Mournhold. No? But there used to be, right? Well, I liked mine. We were a big family. We just stole things and watched each other’s backs. A lot of them were Dunmer too, the Tsaeci orphanages wouldn’t have them-- that’s where I picked up Tamrielic, and the name Nerothan. The leader was a Nerothan. Mithdue called me Idrenie.

“I spent a few years on the streets like that and then when I was big enough I enrolled on a Kamal whaler. Did you know kids make good sailors? They’re great at climbing up the rigging and they don’t know how much they ought to be paid. I had long limbs and looked like a boy, so they snatched me up.

“Iliah, I loved being a sailor! I became a woman on those ships. I learned some Kamal, though my accent’s atrocious. I’d spend hours on deck just looking at the waves. I saw the Padomaic Ocean, all of it-- Esroniet, Roscrea, Cathnoquay, even the southern skirts of Atmora. Did you know it’s green?

“One day I’m going to buy a ship and take you across the ocean. We’ll find an abandoned island and make it a kingdom just for us. I want to crown you in passionflowers to see how the purple would flatter your eyes. I want to see your face when you gaze upon Atmora for the first time. I want to feel you shivering against me in the chill winds, so I can blow breath on your cold hands to warm them. Ah, I’m getting distracted.

“I mean it, I loved being a sailor. I could’ve been a sailor all my life. My favourite thing to do was to sit in the racer’s nest at night, up in the rigging, where the moonlight could soak into me. I’d sit up there and stare at the moons and dream-- the sorts of dreams where you feel like you’re remembering something that never happened. That’s where I started to dream of battles, and foreign continents, and a strange fierce elven woman with red hair and a scar on her cheek.

“I didn’t notice the dreams at first. I thought they were childish fantasies. But then they started to bother me in life, too. I started feeling out-of-place-- er, more out of place, compared to your average Dunmer orphan on a Kamal whaling ship. My dreams were always of Tamriel and spoken in Tamrielic and that bothered me. My first language was Tsaeci, I’d lived all my life in Akavir, why dream of Tamriel?

"I talked to this sailor who said Dunmer are connected to their ancestors. Maybe mine were calling me home, I thought. Maybe that’s what being an adult is, following your ancestor’s tug.

“So I deserted at a port in Jano and decided to become a mage.

“What? I was a Dunmer on Akavir, chances are I really have got some Telvanni in me. And I needed a profession. I signed onto a Telvanni trading vessel, made an agreement with the captain to work in exchange for magic lessons.

“I was an okay mage. A mage of ordinary talents, you could say. The Telvanni captain was a fiend, a real low-life, but he knew some interesting spells. I already knew some destruction from the Kamal, but he taught me finer things: how to turn invisible, how to make people like you, how to muffle your footsteps, how to detect enchantments and keys. I never got the hang of levitation but my slowfall has never let me down.

“We ran the Akaviri ports for a few years, waiting for Ilni’s change. You know how the wind blows from Tamriel to Akavir? It’s easy to sail to Akavir from here, almost impossible to sail back. But once in a while, not often, Ilni has a change of heart and the wind blows from Akavir to Tamriel instead. Then all the Telvanni ships that have been stuck on Akavir for so many years sail back to Tamriel as a big fleet. When I joined that merchant-ship it had already been stuck on Akavir for four years. We waited another two. Then Ilni relented and we sailed to Port Telvannis.

“So there was my first glimpse of Tamriel, at Port Telvannis. Well, the captain had grown far too fond of me by that time, if you get my drift, so I deserted there. I tried to make a living as a thief, but found it tough going (wizards are so paranoid!) so I got a ship to a little town on Vvardenfell called Vos. In Vos I met a band of Urshilaku ashlanders running guar-hides across the ash wastes and I signed on with them as a mercenary.

“I can’t tell you why I did that. I liked them better than any Telvanni I’d met. Maybe they reminded me of the Kamal. I felt at home with them.

“I was still having the dreams. They’d gotten better for a while but being on Vvardenfell only made them worse. After six months I somewhat started to lose my mind. Every new place was like an old place I’d been to; I kept calling my friends the wrong names, I’d get directions wrong. Once I tried to find a camp and stumbled into an ancient ruin instead. It scared the Urshilaku. They said I was getting soul-sick-- apparently it happens to outlanders on Vvardenfell, the mountain drives them mad. So they packed me off to Ebonheart with a stack of guar hides to sell, to go clear my head.

“But Ebonheart was even worse! Because I knew Ebonheart too, sort of. I tested myself on the boat there-- I closed my eyes and mapped out where I thought the volcanoes around the city would be, and I opened my eyes and there they were, right where I’d expected. I’d never been to Ebonheart before. I started to scare myself too. I thought I could be some sort of seer. I comforted myself by saying a seer would make a good thief. But why me?

“I made this trip to see and old mabrigash on the side of Ash Mountain and she said Azura had chosen me. Azura, Azura, Azura. I’d grown up with Zisa and Nyfa and Ilni and Myn and now I’m told that my soul reeks of Azura. Too much soaking in the moonlight on those Kamal ships, I suppose.

“At least Azura is pretty. I see her in my dreams, too. Are you jealous?

“So I was a seer, then. I spent a while in Ebonheart, thinking and thieving. I took up a gig helping some local mages plunder ruins outside the city-- I have this knack for finding ancient things. I delved Obsidian Gorge, the Brothers of Strife, and I never stopped having these dreams.

“Take Obsidian Gorge. I dreamed I killed a man there, cut off his head, and Almalexia was watching me-- yes, I knew by then that the woman from my dreams had the same name as your god-- maybe that dream is a prophecy. But you’d think prophecies would focus on events and important things. All I remember of that prophecy is that Almalexia looked so scared. What sort of prophecy is that? What do you do about that?

“Really, Almalexia was the problem. Damn beautiful Almalexia. Okay, now I know you’re jealous, Iliah. I’ve told you this before, haven’t I? The things I dream about her? Call me a heretic, but if you knew what it was like, to see her beneath you, to feel her skin… Ow! What was that for? You savage. Haah. You’re so cute when you blush. Come here.

“Where was I?

“That’s what brought me to Mournhold. I wanted to see if the things I’d seen in my dreams were true. I remembered other things about Mournhold-- the eleven gates, the Palace with the alcoves and the statue of Boethiah. I didn’t know what I was hoping to find there. Answers? Plunder? I wanted to see if Almalexia still had that scar on her cheek.

“You know what I actually found out? That Mournhold’s Ordinators are jerks.

“So I got to Mournhold, I tried to break into the subterranean, and I got arrested almost immediately. The guy who caught me thought I was a spy and had me thrown into a cell until one of the Goddess’ own pawns could interview me. While I was down there I struck up a conversation with the guard, this Ordinator with a very cute voice-- ow, Iliah-- and wouldn’t you know, luck would have it, she’s also a history nerd. She told me all about Old Mournhold. It seems that’s what I was dreaming of.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you! You’re just too easily embarrassed. Yes, even then, I thought you had a cute voice. Will you let me finish?

“So I flirted with this cute Ordinator for a while and then I was taken to see a man called Thrush. Thrush said he was the head of the Mournhold spy network and he had some questions. That cute Ordinator was a terrible tattle-tale, and she revealed some things I’d said to her about Almalexia when I was trying to prove my visions were real, about this little scar on the back of her neck. So now everyone in the Temple thought I’d been peeping in on the Goddess Herself. How embarrassing for me! There I was, in front of this Ordinator with a cute voice and all her friends, and I looked like some pervert.

“But then Almalexia walked in.

“I can’t explain what that felt like. She was exactly how I dreamed of her being. A little older, maybe, and wearing this stupid costume. But that was her. My Almalexia. I wanted to laugh at her and then I wanted to pull her close. I didn’t. I watched her send away Thrush and the cute Ordinator, and it excited me that she also wanted us to be alone. She sat across from me and I felt so calm, like I’d known her forever, like I was meeting an old friend.

“I thought she’d ask me about the spying, but maybe she had some godly insight, because she seemed to already know I wasn’t a spy. First she said: ‘What’s your name?’ and I said Idrenie Nerothan.

“Then she said, ‘Where have you come from, Idrenie? You aren’t from Morrowind.’ And I said true, I was from Akavir, though probably I had a Telvanni parent somewhere.

“She was very interested in that. She leaned forwards, she had this sharp look in her eye, and she started asking me other things: Why come to Tamriel? Did I speak Kamal? Was I here to steal something? I said that I did speak Kamal, and indeed, I had come to Tamriel to steal something: a glimpse of her handsome face.

“I knew how she’d react to that: she got angry, though she hid it, I knew from the way she frowned. She’ll purse her lips together like this, it’s obvious once you know to look for it. I knew she’d be angry about that, she’s always hated when I complimented her-- I mean, when people complimented her. She called me audacious, and then she offered me a job, as a consultant on Akaviri matters to the Temple.

“So I started working for the Hidden Armigers and I got that cute Ordinator in my bed and except for this invasion, well, my dreams don’t really trouble me any more.”

Iliah has listened as quietly as she could, save the occasional interjection, but when Idrenie finishes, she pulls away and sits up. She pulls her knees to her chest, sticks a thumb in her mouth, and stares, wide-eyed, out at the ocean, gnawing furiously on her own finger.

Idrenie also sits up. “Hey,” she says softly, “Did I say something?”

“She asked if you spoke Kamal,” replies Iliah vacantly. “The goddess. She asked-- but that was before-- gods! So she knew! She knew the whole time!”

“About the invasion?” Idrenie cocks her head. “You told me she warned you about the invasion.”

“Later. She warned me later. But she must’ve known before--” Iliah exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. “That liar!”

“You mean Almalexia?” Idrenie presses a hand to Iliah’s back. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Iliah presses both hands to her face. “I told you,” she begins, voice thin, “That I made up with my father. Sort of. I only did that because Almalexia told me to. I didn’t know why, at the time-- I thought it was a test-- but she must’ve known she’d need him as an ally! And he said too-- they both knew about this war!”

“So she used you.”

“She never tells me anything,” says Iliah miserably. “I would’ve let her kill Karnalta and she still never tells me anything. Haven’t I proved myself enough?”

Idrenie pulls her hand away, letting it hover between Iliah’s shoulder-blades. She looks back out at the ocean, with its skirt of glittering shrapnel being tousled by the waves; she swallows her distaste and presses her hand to Iliah’s flesh again.

“What did she say?” Idrenie asks. “What happened, after your sister was exiled?”

Iliah drags her hand down her face; she’s so dark against the moonlight. But she sinks back into Idrenie and resumes her story, and Idrenie holds her all the while.

#tesfest22 #iliah #idrenie #BIG shoutout to mori (morihaus) for the akavir lore here :D #fic

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judahmaccabees · 4 days

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444names · 2 years

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the entire drow dictionary (link below)

https://eilistraee.com/chosen/language.php?page=drow

A'cks Aba'cone Abastes Absurds Achiren Acoln Adess Advendnin Afwiser Ageonret Aluforn An'ssby Anatall Anssize Approun Arknulit Arnattle Arniblocce Aross Asier Aszithiryse Athil'ester Aungersune Avion Babben Bacce Beguiiks Beklay Bel'rol Beldisury Belking Belows Berecave Berns Bidenes Bihkaa Brady Bre'u Brets Brisareake Busrive Buwu'zikkin Buwynuk Cappoised Caunarr Cenaus Chind Ching Cleme Colds Colla Commagin Comp'les Confuret Consil Copecint Cothaurn Couther Coveld Crane Crifigglir D'lonikkung D'sar D'sishing Darrenton Deantes Dell'q Demasarev Dhrite Dinded Dodty Dofalshaper Doiselg'lay Donduul Doned Dra'le Drace Dramina Dreenss Drinaslus Drishend Dronszith Dumaraind Dushk Dwedthins Dweterts Eadiness Easinsan Elbodlyur Eldursusted Ember Emetow Enden Etiortul Evera Excuthal Explyn'hus Exunces Fah'are Falke Fating Featch Feirnamider Fentic Ficah Ficiluk Fiern Fiestear Fighj Finguic Firvess Fislang Folillewort Fring Fulenclansu Fulkyib Fum'ta Gange Gargtharl Gazzikuth Gerfinte Glarthus Gobal Godly'ssuu Godween Gonqu'fer Gorga Grath Greless Grows Gruulantar Gustred H'rin Haas' Hanos Harkmzith Haseb Hence Heszilestoh Housse Howince Huelggoth Hukiks Hummed Hustoner Hut'rhuen If'loth Illithainth Ilnis Imath Indraginkin Insin Invithere Iwaolocipt Jadoing Jahaven Jahing Jahlynn Jal'a Jeadkil Jilune Jimicanna Jinith Jivanne Jives Jourl Jurnints Justs Kahar Kahk'loot Kegracy Kethara Khling Kilnironn Kisperfear Kispicer Krahra Krane Kruesing Kurlogg Ky'orlar Kynae Kyoribe Kzathakhyj L'accollope L'intice Lat'abse Lessim Limirked Local Lodly Loil'kle Lolly Lonszith Lornes Lorta Ludeek Magenth Magmaen Mahka Mak'sountim Mandep Maund Mazed Mianeth Mingluf Mirkith Mistulggs Mithan Mokinga Moretter Moriiletelg Morin Moverven Muffeck Mutticale Na'klenceps Naubwalcon Neemba Neous Nesninnir Nialithlnir Niana Nindus Nishan Nobabel Noicko Nucker Obloza Ocibiser'ce Oftel'sing Oor'admani Or'il'oss Oressaaki Orsek Paszaktaed Patedestar Pattrang Pec'n Penatay Phopetluk Pi'denenss Pi'sharil Piria Plaver Plavereg Plyatiusve Pracereaff Prammafor Praniate Praquen Prauhn Prilness Privellaly Prodiss Propp Proth Psidecuree Psinhing Ptione Pulas Qosturbdrix Qu'tar'zit Quaged Quate Querrunduim Queth Quils Quily Quis'la Quolnied Raenreth Ragans Ragder Raiinemits Rand'essil Reems Rhowns Rikin Ritian Rivvul'zle Rnsheur Robods Roldus Rreakes Rrhar Rryorr Rukkh Rused Ruste S'larns Sa'ciftle Sagesh'siik Santins Saphinsh Saq'tar Sarithinnam Sarmon Sclus Scoldrier Scovingbol Sdkard Seapheth Seenueb Seerry Senam'ar Sergulkih Sessalmary Shamziths Shaven Shing Shinszin Shka'luse Sides Siizznit Sinthol Sirin Sisily Sithal Sithaunq' Sking Skrile Slagil Slamolo Sleveer Smila Spenruk Spinges Ssiirplar Ssisa Ssnare Ssnatin Sstriludiu Ssual Ssurvished Ssuul'er Stals Stiot Stuboki Suinuhyj Summe Suncal Susrilf Sutionainy Sving Sviol Swaymeur Sworruktony Sythlinge Szithe Szitsalhant T'damaride T'kle T'plythin Tabbar Tance Tancen Tasyde Tayin Te'in Tefulen Telgeryana Temmamempen Tenoan Thluk Tiant Tlanne Tlezle Toofkerce Toolak Touhuntah Treer Trendaus Trenderlia Tresst Treye Triallthan Triessua Trits Trunug Tuankyil Twiss Ulk'ning Ulkivving Ulnir Undur V'elplyar V'rile Vaersorthal Vala'ue Valil Vanders Vanel Vanik Vater Velvellonen Vendra Venred Verelg'can Vettolon Vhaund Viirvalla Vinfurse Virtaer Vreenda Wa'reer Warjar Watin Wealzent Wenau Wenthu Wents Werivented Werizzile Whighin Wingtudat Wititharmsh Wornail Worr' Wu'fy Wylith Wynaushne X'rler Xec'e Xeter Xuned Xunsos Yawle Yelg'j Yes'ust Yibilard Yighing Yusaff Z'hacru'm Z'ola Z'phy Ze'hh Zelvey Zhannagra Zhautul Zhing Zo'xild Zsang Zsassid

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