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lunarfox22 · 3 years

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 10

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 4254

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Summary: Loki has fallen from the Bifrost, a disgraced prince. He meets Angela Lawrence, a SHIELD agent who helps him, but can he let go of his scorn? Or will he betray the only person who is on his side?

Part 9 - Part 11

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AN: Necklace picture will be put at the end of the chapter.

I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

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Person after person passed by Loki and Angela on their way into a shop inside of the large, busy shopping square. He had never seen so many Midgardians in one place. Angela wasn’t a short woman by any means, but there was the possibility of losing one another. While glancing around and taking in the sights, he noticed many other people around them holding hands. Thinking it a clever idea, he took her hand in his. Her head snapped to look up at him, then down to their now joined hands, back to him with a questioning expression.

“Don’t want to lose you to the crowd, darling.” he leaned down to tell her.

Loki was rarely on the receiving end of a mischievous smirk, but that’s exactly what she gave him in response. She said nothing though, only nodded, and then led them into one of the many shops.

One of the people inside greeted them promptly, and asked how she could help them.

“I need to add a line to my account,” Angela answered easily.

The woman smiled knowingly. “Adding your boyfriend to your plan?”

Angela took the comment in stride, showing no signs of surprise like Loki was. “Yep.” she replied.

“Alright. You guys can go pick out his phone, and I’ll be over there when you’re ready.”

Angela thanked her, and quickly led him over to the displays.

“So we’re together now, love?” he asked, his tone light. Amused at the situation now that his shock had worn off.

It seemed she had developed the habit of rolling her eyes at him. “You’re the one who held my hand, honey,” her tone was just as light and playful as his. “Usually only couples do that.”

“Yet you said nothing when I did so.” He lifted an eyebrow at her.

She heaved a sigh, “You didn’t want to get lost, it was sweet.”

He scoffed, “I’m not sweet.”

She laughed at his peeved tone. “No, only that sweet tooth of yours,” she jested. “Now come on, pick one out, we don’t have all day.” She pointed to the phones in the cases.

He glanced through them, and picked the green one. It seemed similar enough to the one Angela owned, so she would be able to teach him how to operate it.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Angela said, and headed over to where the lady from before was.

They both came over, and the woman unlocked the case and took out the phone Loki had picked out. All of them together, then went closer to the back of the shop. They began to speak of somethings he couldn’t quite understand the importance of so he blocked it out and looked around the shop to occupy his time.

After a while Angela broke him out of his thoughts by handing him her purse. “Will you hold this, please?”

He took it in his hands, and couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. It was fairly full. She had taken her wallet out and was now searching in said wallet for her ‘card’ as she called it. Her purse was mostly full of practical things; her keys to the car and house, her cosmetics, her own phone, medicine, and a pen and notepad. What shocked him was when he began to dig deeper and saw a small handgun. He looked up, catching her eyes, and she gave him a small smirk. He ceased searching inside after that.

The woman was still using her card to process the payment. Angela handed him her wallet to put back in her purse, but he looked inside the wallet as well. She had many cards inside here still, excluding the little black one she was currently using. There was also some green paper inside, which he assumed was a type of currency as well. He pulled out one of them and studied it. A hundred dollar bill, it read.

“Could you stop pulling out my money. Do you want us to get robbed?” She teased him.

He looked up, and just smirked at her. “I’m quite sure you could protect us, darling.” Lifting the bag in response.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I’d rather not have to though.” She waved the box with his phone inside. “Now, here’s your phone.”

He returned her bag to her, and took the phone from her. They began to walk outside the shop, and he watched as the device turned on. They were walking in some direction, he was unsure as to where exactly they were heading, but he trusted Angela to know. She led them to a place where there were many seats, and then began to help him with setting up the cellphone.

“And here, let me give you my number. You’re lucky I threw out dear old Lindsey number or that would be going in too.” She laughed, quickly typing into the phone. Then she handed it to him again once she was finished. “And here you go, your own phone. You can call me whenever you need me. If I’m at work only call me for emergencies though.”

“Glorious,” he drawled, examining it. Then he caught her eye and gave her a serious look. “Thank you for this,” he told her genuinely.

She smiled. And he felt his heart skip at how pretty she looked at that moment.

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s go see what else we can get you to wear, Prince Loki.”

They went to another shop, searching for him something suitable to wear. He mostly stuck with suit and ties and button-down shirts and slacks. But Angela convinced him to get some more comfortable articles of clothing, like a few t-shirts and some ‘sweatpants’. She insisted the latter wasn’t as bad or gross as it sounded.

When they were finished, Angela led them to the cashier. With both of their hands full of clothing, they sat it at the counter, and the man there rang it up. Angela began to search in her purse for her wallet, but Loki held up a hand to stop her.

She gazed up at him curiously with her brown eyes, quirking an eyebrow up in question.

Conjuring inanimate objects was simple for him. He had learned how to long ago, and since has mastered that and had moved on to actual creatures, which was much more complicated. It barely required any of his concentration, or his power. It would be safe to do a simple conjuring spell for a wallet and a stack of those hundred dollar bills he saw in Angela’s purse. Unlike if he continuously used his seidr to change his clothing every day.

With a slight movement of his hand he did so. He pulled the black wallet out of his back pocket and handed the cashier the money. The man gave Loki his change, then handed Loki the bags, and they began to leave the shop.

He cast a quick glance to Angela, and saw her fighting not to smile at his small trick. She made no comment, until they fully were outside of the shop. “I’m quite sure that’s illegal,” she joked.

A wide smirk spread on his face. “Are you going to have me arrested then, darling?”

She gave him a dramatic, incredulous look. “And be arrested for being an accessory to the fact?” she asked, “I don’t think so. Your secret is safe with me.”

He laughed at her antics. “Good, I would hate to become enemies with you.”

“No, I won’t say anything. And I’ll also try not to think about how this might affect the economy.”

They walked around for a bit before Angela saw a shop she liked, and wanted to peruse for herself. Loki was about to follow her in, when his eye caught what seemed to be a jeweler. An idea forming in his head.

For celebrations, he would always get his mother a piece of jewelry. Whether it be a necklace, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, a ring, or a broach. She enjoyed them all and made it a point to wear them at the next celebration Asgard had. A pang of longing went through his heart at the thought of his mother. He missed her. He missed her comfort, her wisdom.

Shaking it off, he made his decision. Angela was waiting for him by the front of the store, waving him to follow. He shook his head. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he told her and made way towards the jeweler.

A sapphire, he remembered her telling him earlier that that was her favorite gem. He honestly couldn’t remember if he’s seen Angela wear jewelry, perhaps she was the type of woman who didn’t. Hopefully this gift would pay off.

He stepped in the shop and was immediately greeted.

“Welcome, can I help you find anything?” A man behind the glass counters asked.

Loki cast a glance inside the glass case at the jewelry. “I’m looking for something with a sapphire in it.”

The man starts to move and Loki follows him. “All of our sapphires are over here. Are you looking for something in particular?”

Loki shakes his head, “No, I -” That’s when he sees it. A necklace. Pretty, but not overly ostentatious. Simple enough to be worn everyday, which he assumed she would appreciate. The sapphire inside was paired with an emerald and a few other smaller gems.

“This one.” He pointed it out. and the man pulled it from the case, and showed it to him. Loki examines it closely before nodding. “Yes, that will do nicely.”

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Angela watched him as he left her quickly and disappeared in the crowd.

Loki going off on his own was suspicious as hell. And if he wasn’t back in thirty minutes then she was going to go look for him. Having the literal God of Mischief wandering around a busy mall alone didn’t seem like the best idea. But so far he’s behaved himself, so she couldn’t really say anything.

She was barely paying attention to any of the clothes she was looking at. Her mind more preoccupied with thoughts of Loki and how he was treating lately. She thought he wouldn’t be as accepting about her nightmares like he was. Many people would pity her, or wouldn’t know where to start with helping her. Or think that she was weak.

He did none of those things. And he hadn’t even mentioned it since then.

In fact, it seemed they had far more in common than she previously mentioned. He had nightmares too. She wanted to know of what, but she would never ask him. It wasn’t her place. But it seemed they both felt the new bond they had. They both were similar, both broken.

And now he had taken to flirting with her. She wasn’t complaining. He was a handsome man. He was right, a person would have to be blind not to be attracted to him, but she wouldn’t tell him that. It would give him a bigger ego, and the man was already a god. He didn’t need a bigger ego.

But she never thought he would flirt with her. Especially after last night. But he was, and she wasn’t really sure what to do. So she flirted back. It was harmless, right? He was a literal legend, the God of Mischief and Lies. He couldn’t really be interested in a mortal with an obvious trauma and couldn’t even handle her powers correctly. It wasn’t as if she ugly. She had to use her looks many times in her spying career to get her information or in the right place at the right time, but she wasn’t a goddess. There was no way he was really interested in her. It was just a bit of fun.

Angela heard footsteps approaching her, and she turned and saw Loki coming towards her, an easy smile on his face.

She gave him a suspicious glance, “Where’d you go?”

He gave her his best charming, reassuring smile. “Don’t you worry your pretty, little head darling.”

She tried to not let it show how much she enjoyed hearing him and his wonderful accent call her darling. Instead, she shrugged and gave him a playful glare. “Committing more crimes?”

It was his turn to do the playful exasperation bit. He rolled his eyes at her, still smiling. “Obviously. What else is there to do?”

“We could go find you some more books to read, if you’re interested,” she suggested.

“I am, if you’re alright with it,” he replied.

“Yeah, I didn’t like anything in here anyways. Come on, Barnes and Noble is close by.”

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It was sometime in the evening when they had finished all their shopping and finally got something else to eat. After they ate, they made their way home to put away all of Loki’s new belongings. Angela sat down on the couch and began to flip through the channels waiting for Loki to finish.

She heard his footsteps approaching from the hall, and then him speaking.

“Angela?”

She turned to face him from her spot on the couch. “Yeah?”

He came to sit down next to her, closer than he usually did. She noticed that one of his hands was behind his back, shielding something from her view. “I have something for you.” He pulled out a long, velvet box from behind his back. “For you. For all the kindness you have shown me.”

It was obviously jewelry. He must have got it during that time when he left her in the mall. She hesitantly reached for it, and opened it. A beautiful necklace was inside. No one had bought her jewelry before, especially something so pretty. It must have cost a bit, not that it really mattered when he could conjure money out of thin air, but still. Her heartbeat picked up as she looked up at him, and saw him waiting for her response.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. And she didn’t. It was nice, sweet really. He remembered her favorite gem, even if she had only told him a few hours before he purchased the necklace. He got something she really liked. He obviously took her taste into account because it wasn’t some big, gaudy thing he could have bought. “Thank you. This is very sweet, but you didn’t have to get this for me.”

“You deserve it. No one has shown me as much kindness as you have. And I want to show my gratitude,” he responded. He had a soft smile on his face, his eyes bright.

She smiled sweetly at him. “A simple ‘thank you’ would have been good enough.”

“Think nothing of it, darling. It belongs to you. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on it.”

She took the necklace out of the box, and examined it further. She held it out for him to take, heart racing. “Would you help me put it on?” she asked.

He took it from her hands, finger brushing hers. At that moment she could have swore he was the God of Thunder because she felt electricity at his touch. No, electricity in the whole atmosphere. She turned to allow him to put it on her.

“Hold your hair, darling,” he whispered, his breath caressing the back of her neck, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. She lifted her hair up, giving him space to put the necklace on. His fingers brushed against the back of her neck as he fastened the necklace, and then moved them away. “There we go.”

She let her hair fall back down. And touch the front of her necklace. She gazed back at him as he looked over her. “How does it look?” she asked, voice low.

“Perfect.” There was a quality to his voice she hadn’t heard before. He was looking at her in too intimate of a way. Too close. Her thoughts began to take off in a direction they had no business going.

‘They were friends. And he was grateful. He was just naturally charming, he didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t do it.’ she reminded herself.

It was time to cut this short. “So, you said something about training me?” she asked, trying her hardest to erase the tension in the air.

The usual mischievous, smug look in his eye returned. That was better, that she could handle. Nothing like the sweet gaze from before.

“Are you ready?” he teased. He stood from his spot on the couch.

“Always,” she replied. She grabbed her keys, and they left the house.

They might need a lot of room to practice whatever Loki had in mind. Her backyard was out of question. She had neighbors and the last thing she needed was them to see that they had powers. The general public wasn’t usually that accepting of things like that. And she wanted quiet, so she could focus and learn as much as she could. It wasn’t often someone got taught by a god. She was going to make the most of this.

The place she chose was far from civilization; in the middle of the New Mexican desert. The full moon hung high and the stars twinkled above endlessly, uninterrupted by any city lights. Angela stepped out of the car, and looked up, watching them in wonder.

The other car door slammed, and Loki rounded the front of the car to where she was. She began to speak, “I’ve always loved the moon and the stars, ever since I was a kid. I used to have books I would read over and over about them. I could tell you just about any constellation in the sky.”

He looked up to the stars along with her. “My mother is a fan of astronomy, she would study the stars often. She taught me most of what she knew.”

Not taking her eyes off the night sky she responded, “Was that all she taught you?”

“No,” his voice was getting distant. When he did speak of his past he spoke mostly of his mother, but she could tell it hurt him to be away from her. “She taught me how to fight. And how to wield my seidr. And now I shall teach you.”

She gives him her full attention. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Loki moves to stand before her. “Now, I’m going to use my seidr to see exactly what we’re working with. Are you alright with that?”

She nods at him. “Yeah, sure. If anything you’re the thousand year pro, I’m not worried about it. I trust you.”

The serious expression on his voice turns to surprise before he schools his features quickly. He then nods at her and with a motion of his hand, a green mist envelops her. She feels it ghost over her skin before sinking in.

“How do you feel?” he asks while his magic works, watching her intently.

Her eyes are closed. Feeling the chilly brush of his magic. It’s under her skin, tickling along her body. She giggles. “It’s cold. And it tingles,” she tells him.

He hums in the back of his throat in acknowledgement. “I can tell there was something that enhanced your powers at some point, but you were born with this. In fact, I’m sure this is Asgardian.” Surprise is evident in his voice.

Her eyes pop open. “Asgardian?” she questions.

He nods at her. “Yes, it’s not unheard of. We have been here long ago.”

“Yeah, with the Vikings. So I’m assuming one of my ancestors fucked an Asgardian?”

His laugh is short, but still full of amusement at her crassness. “So it would seem.”

She had Asgardian blood in her, or at least a little bit of it. If that was the case… “Would it be easier to help me? Since our powers are so similar?” she asks, eyes wide with hope.

He presses his lips together in thought, considering her question. “Well, I’d have to know what helped enhance your gifts, darling,” he answers after a moment.

Nope, nope, nope. No way, no how. First, the existence of the Tesseract is classified information. Second, telling him that she had been tortured with the damn thing for nearly twelve years was out of question. Him knowing she had nightmares was one thing, but to know why was out of question. She didn’t want his pity, she didn’t want him to treat her differently. She didn’t want anyone to know. And she really didn’t know if she could even tell anyone. It was difficult enough to relive it in her dreams. To do so in real life, she wasn’t sure she could do that.

Loki’s voice broke her out of her silence. “I can’t help you, unless you accept them.”

Her gaze snapped back at him, “Excuse me?”

He sighs. “Whatever happened, you must come to terms with it, darling. I’m assuming it’s what gave you those nightmares. These powers, they are a part of you, always have been. It makes sense that you returned in the state that you did. Your mind and the powers are at a conflict with one another. And this isn’t even taking into consideration that you are Midgardian. Your body will already have a tough time with them. It will always overwhelm you if you do not find the balance within yourself,” he explains.

She squares her jaw, resigning herself to the fact that she may never be able to control her powers. “Easier said than done, Loki,” she huffed.

“Never said it wasn’t, darling,” he replied simply. “Now, what all have you been able to do?” he questioned, moving along.

She takes a deep breath and explains, “Mostly open and close wormholes. I can teleport, very short distances. It’s easier just to just get somewhere regularly, y’know? I’m not sure what all I can do. I tend to pass out or get a damn nose bleed before I can do much. I use my powers for emergency situations only. I’m better off with my weapons, and my wit.”

“‘Tis a shame,” he muses, “because you could be extremely powerful. Or, you will be once you are more open to it. For now, I want you to concentrate,” he instructs as he begins circling her. “Feel it, how your power flows through your veins. I’ll bring it to the forefront, then I want you to make it appear in the palm of your hands. Even with my help, it might be difficult. But this way, you won’t harm yourself.”

His seidr engulfs her once again, wrapping around her like a cocoon. Then she feels the flicker of her own powers spark. It’s familiar, yet different. Far more delicate than she ever called them. When she uses her powers it’s like ripping them open, and slamming them shut. This feels more like gently waking them. She shuts her eyes and holds out her palms for Loki to see.

She pokes, pulls, pushes, and tries to coax them to gather in her palm to no avail for ten minutes. Until Loki’s words come back to her, ‘These powers, they are a part of you, always have been.’ It was a matter of her willing them to do what she wanted. Before long, the power pools in her grasp, and she opens her eyes with a gasp as she sees the electric blue glow. She quickly looks to Loki to get his approval.

He smiles. “I’m impressed, you didn’t take as long as I thought you would.”

Her hand moves under her nose to check to see if it’s currently dripping blood. When she finds none, she lets out a joyful cry. Quickly, she shoots herself over to Loki and wraps her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He pauses, long enough for her to register exactly what’s she’s doing, but then she hears him laugh and pats her on the back.

“Well done,” he praises her. “That’s all I’ll have you do. Get used to the feel. Tomorrow, I want you to do it yourself.”

She almost preens at his praise, but remembers herself. She backs off and gives him a breathtaking, wide smile. “Sorry, I just never thought I’d ever do anything without basically almost dying in the process.”

He shakes his head, with a fond smile on his lips. “Darling, I may have only known you for two weeks, but even I can see you would have been able to do this.”

She smiles warmly. “Thank you, Loki.”

“Of course. Now, since we are already out here, why don’t you tell me about these constellations you learned about as a child.”

The both of them went to sit on the hood of her SUV, and she began to point out each star and constellation she knew. Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, the star Polaris, the zodiac constellations. Loki listened keenly, enthralled by her passion.

“And - you can’t see it because it’s usually only visible during winter to spring - but the brightest star in our sky is called Sirius. It’s a part of the Canis Major, and called the Dog Star. But the Nordic people called it, Lokabrenna. Loki’s torch,” Angela described.

A smile spread on his face slowly, as he looked at her. The soft look from earlier in the living room returning. They hold one another’s gaze. “Would you care to hear of Asgard’s stars?” he asks after a moment.

“I would love to,” she whispers.

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astrifer0us · 7 years

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2, 4, 8, 9, 16, 26, 28, 29, 41, 46 and 49 for your dnd chars, as well as the dissolve me characters. hahaha i'm so sorry good luck

OC QUESTIONS | Accepting

i already answered a bunch of these but im never consistent in character development so whatever here

2. Do they have anytitles? How did they get them?

Only three have actual titles!

Ser’s official title is Lady Serafima Isidora Tammeth ofDawnhost.

Chal is, in some iterations of the universe, now Ser ChalIllith’vir, Marquis of Darton, thanks to a birthday gift from the Conman.

Ciara’s title, officially, is Lady Ciara Rosa Juno Arradiah,Runner of Waves.

4. What is theirrelationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Didthey know both parents?

Calvael: His mom is dead, his dad left them when Cal was tooyoung to remember. Calvael loved his mom to bits though. His best memories withher are of the both of them gardening in the sun. A bad memory is definitely theday his mother got killed.

Rorik: His biological parents died in the fire that burntdown most of his town. He was happy with them, but never quite felt like hebelonged. His adoptive elven mother disappeared a couple years ago, and Rorikis still unsure whether she still lives or not.

Renethil: She never knew them, as she was taken from them bythe Seers when she was very young.

Mort: They didn’t have parents in that sense, since theirclan had a more communal way of caretaking and raising children. They remembersitting with one of the elder tieflings one stormy night, braiding each other’shair, their unexperienced fingers tugging loose strands, both of them tellingstory after story.

Chal: Chal’s relationship with his family is a littlestrained. He had a good bond with his mother, who accepted him and loved himunconditionally. His father did not like him as much, and this feeling wasmutual. He does still respect him for teaching him the ways of trade, but that’sall of the good he can say about him.

Aiki: Aiki has no parents since ey’re an android.

Wyatt: Wyatt could give less shits about his parents,really. It sounds harsh, but they never had a good connection, and he has histwin.

Ghilli: Ghilli barely remembers her mother, knowing onlythat she died shortly after she and her sister were born. She and her fathergot along swimmingly though, and she learnt everything she knows from him. Shestill remembers days bent over a forge, making her very first hammer.

Serafima: Ser has a great relationship with her parents.Sure, they can be a little overbearing and overprotective at times, but that’sonly logical, she’s the first-born child after all. A bad memory she vividlyrecalls is when her dad got very ill, and no one was sure he’d even make it.

Eiridi: Eiridi’s family was killed by a roving band of orcsand goliaths. She remembers them pretty vividly though, including each andevery one of them being violently slaughter, her tired wings carrying heracross the mountains as fast as she could. It’s… not a good thing to thinkabout.

Aer: Aer never really had parents in that sense. They weremostly raised by, well, literal animals, and other forest gnomes, but therenever was a real familial relationship.

Amaranthe: The clan of selkies that she belongs to doesn’thave clear familial relationships. The closest she has to a parent is the headof the clan, an elderly selkie woman called Hyrre.

Tamsen: Likewise.

Ciara: Her connection with her parents used to be prettystrong, but it’s watered down a little now that she’s living on her own. One ofher very first memories of them is of her mother teaching her to swim in theocean.

8. Did they have petsas a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Calvael: Calvael is literally afraid of anything bigger thana small cat. He likes birds, though. No pets for him, however.

Rorik: Rorik has no pets, sadly. He was trying to raise somebirds, but all the eggs went bad. He’s very set on getting a pseudodragon now,however.

Renethil: She has no pets, nor did she ever have one, andshe hasn’t really considered the thought of one. She’d like a cat, but thememories of Syardis with Adodak as a cat have kind of spoiled that idea.

Mort: No pets for them ever, but they wouldn’t mind one,they suppose. It’s not something that’s ever come up.

Chal: Chal hates cats, is indifferent to dogs, but mostother animals are fair game. He’d like something fancy like a pseudodragon, orsomething more obscure like a Flumph.

Aiki: No, no, and no. Ey has Mokir though, that’s kind oflike a pet.

Wyatt: Wyatt has his loyal German Shepherd named Shep, whois his trusted companion and he loves him very much. He’s very smart and waybetter than Claws. Also, Wyatt is incredibly allergic to cats.

Ghilli: She’s never had pets or considered getting one. Shedoesn’t think she could take proper care of it on the road.

Serafima: She had a little lizard when she was a kid, but it’sdead now, and she never got a new pet. She’d like one, though.

Eiridi: She is like a pet.

Aer: Aer doesn’t believe in the keeping of pets. They cancommunicate with small woodland animals, and they’re their friends.

Amaranthe: She gets along with the smaller fish in theocean, if that counts.

Tamsen: They’d love pets! Pretty hard to take care of themin the ocean, though.

Ciara: She had a dog as a kid, but she never really caredfor pets all that much.

9. Do animals likethem? Do they get on well with animals?

Already mostly answered above? A thing of note is that catsseem to love Chal. It’s the worst. He hates it.

16. Do they collectanything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Calvael: Dried flowers.

Rorik: Pelts and furs.

Renethil: Fashion and contempt.

Mort: Nah.

Chal: Money and jewelry.

Aiki: Sweaters.

Wyatt: Anything valuable.

Ghilli: Gems and other pretty stones.

Serafima: Little trinkets and keepsakes.

Eiridi: Shiny things!!!

Aer: Nah.

Amaranthe: She has an entire box of handmade jewelry thatTamsen keeps giving her. It’s adorable.

Tamsen: Anything they can make jewelry out of. Shells,stones, beads, anything.

Ciara: Nah.

26. How do they actwhen they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Calvael: Mostly he just smiles a lot.

Rorik: He’s very visibly happy: A lot of smiling andlaughing, sometimes humming, bouncing.

Renethil: She tends to try and hide it, but her ears arevery expressive, and she blushes easily.

Mort: What is happiness.

Chal: Expressive ears man. He has his emotions tightlylocked up, though, and only a few people will ever see him actually genuinely happy.

Aiki: What are emotions.

Wyatt: He has a very boisterous laugh, and his eyes tend toget a little glimmer when he’s really happy.

Ghilli: She’s a very expressive person, and will hum andlaugh and sing. Also ruffling hair and generally being affectionate and touchy.

Serafima: Leg bouncing, hand flapping, all the little nicethings, as well as a wide smile and squinty eyes.

Eiridi: She whistles. A lot.

Aer: They get this little devious smirk, but their eyes getall crinkley when they’re genuinely happy.

Amaranthe: Her smile is very warm, and anyone who sees itfeels blessed, cuz she doesn’t show it a lot.

Tamsen: Tamsen is very vocal in their happiness, and willclearly let you know.

Ciara: Ciara tends to get all blushy when she’s happy.

28. What is theirbiggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

I already answered this a while back here so im just gonna addthe characters that aren’t in there.

Eiridi: Eiridi gets all tremble-y and shaky when she’sscared, and will hide in her wings. She’s scared of the dark and not very goodwith fire either.

Aer: Aer thinks they hide their fear well, but they have atell-tale twitch above their left eye that shows when they’re scared.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is the type to hide her fear to protectothers, and it’s very rare that you’ll actually see her afraid.

Tamsen: Tamsen gets all wide-eyed and shaking when they’rescared, and try to hide behind someone else.

Ciara: She’s very afraid of drowning, even though she’s areally good swimmer and loves the ocean.

29. What do they dowhen they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very overprotective?

Calvael: Chances are he’s also afraid of it, so he won’ttease, mostly just relate.

Rorik: He might tease a little if it’s a really unexpectedor irrational fear, but he won’t be mean about it.

Renethil: Depending on who it is, either mock them or justkeep quiet about it.

Mort: They’re not disrespectful, and will probably not evencare, so long as it doesn’t hinder the progress.

Chal: Definitely tease, but not in a mean way.

Aiki: What are fears.

Wyatt: Tease a little, but he’d also be pretty protective,especially when it’s someone he’s close to.

Ghilli: She is the Ultimate Mom and will Protect you.

Serafima: She’ll respect it and tell you not to worry.

Eiridi: Probably laugh. Social graces? She doesn’t havethem.

Aer: Honestly, probably tease a lot.

Amaranthe: Depending on the person, laugh but not say muchelse, or protect them.

Tamsen: Be very kind and sweet and generally trustworthy.You’d tell them anything.

Ciara: Be protective.

41. What’s theirsexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do theylike/need in a relationship?

Calvael: Mmmmaybe straight??? Who even knows/?? He hasn’thad much time or opportunity to figure it out so he doesn’t know.

Rorik: Bicurious.

Renethil: Sexrepulsed asexual lesbian.

Mort: Ace panromantic.

Chal: Panromantic pansexual polyamorous.

Aiki: Acearo.

Wyatt: Hecka gay, but would fuck a girl probably. He’s not that picky.

Ghilli: Super super super gay. Powerlesbian.

Serafima: Pansexual panromantic.

Eiridi: Birds.

Aer: Aromantic pansexual.

Amaranthe: Homoromantic homosexual.

Tamsen: Panromantic demipansexual.

Ciara: Questioning, later resolved to be biromanticbisexual.

46. Do they make agood first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? Howdo they introduce themselves?

Calvael: His first impression is probably him trying to becool and utterly failing. So yes, quite accurate.

Rorik: Overenthusiastic puppy. He can be a little awkwardwith meeting new people and will often blurt out anything that comes to mind.

Renethil: Ren tends to keep herself distant until she’s surewho she’s dealing with. She usually introduces herself with her full firstname, and tries to keep up a haughty air.

Mort: They’re not good with people, and first impressions ofthem are usually either really stand-offish and cold, or really awkward.

Chal: Chal is very good with words and a practiced talker,so he tends to make a good first impression on people. He’s a fan of a bitoverdone gestures of amicability, like sweeping bows and hand-kisses.

Aiki: Cold, arrogant and an asshole. So yes very accurate.

Wyatt: Wyatt doesn’t usually say much when they meet newpeople, and prefers to let his sister take the lead, so he can come off asdisinterested and arrogant, which he isn’t, really.

Ghilli: A true Mom. She will adopt you and you probably won’teven mind.

Serafima: Ser can be a little uncomfortable and awkward, butshe’ll cover for that by being very loud and extra.

Eiridi: The least social bird-person you’ll ever meet.

Aer: Aer can be very charming and sweet, often paintingthemselves as a lost child. Don’t trust them.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is… not good at first impressions. Orsecond. She comes off as a cold bitch to basically anyone, but that’s mostlyher self-defense mechanism.

Tamsen: The sweetest child you ever did meet. Protect them.

Ciara: Ciara is a little awkward and can say things withoutmeaning them.

49. What is theirmost valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to takeeverywhere with them?

Calvael: The scarf he got from his mom, that he always wearseven when it’s way too warm.

Rorik: He used to not be very sentimental, but now there’sthe stone Traxae gifted him upon her death, that he carries in a hidden pouchunder his armour, over his heart, to remember her by. At night he often takesit out and holds it for a while.

Renethil: She’s not sentimental at all. Of course her spellbook is important to her, however.

Mort: They don’t believe much in material possession. Themost important to them is probably the long braid, that they promised theywouldn’t cut off until they brought vengeance down upon those that murdered herclan.

Chal: He’s not super sentimental, but he does have a smallnecklace with a jade pendant that his mother gave him, that he usually wears.

Aiki: No.

Wyatt: His most valued object is most definitely the ringleft to him by Traesyc. He goes stir-crazy when he doesn’t have it around hisfinger, and is constantly twisting it, to the point of scraping his skin attimes.

Ghilli: Her warhammer, Lola, is definitely the mostimportant object to her. She crafted it together with her dad, and it’sbasically her best friend.

Serafima: Her journal, filled with drawings of her family,and of her travels. She’s not too sentimental, but she likes to have some pieceof home with her.

Eiridi: She doesn’t have much possessions in general, so no.

Aer: Nope.

Amaranthe: The necklace made for her by Tamsen on their fiveyear anniversary.

Tamsen: The little shell Amaranthe gave them pretty early onin their relationship. Amaranthe keeps insisting it’s silly, but they love it.

Ciara: She’s not really sentimental, and doesn’t have manyvalued possessions.

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