#rhen exposing me

[slightlyunconventional]

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(Can't wait to answer yours, btw- thank you!)

WOOP HEY !!

🐑 - What scenario are you currently thinking about before bed?

- ok. i knew i would get this one its time to expose myself …… it’s d/abih/awks (are we surprised) and it kinda varies like i make up something different every time but im so attached to kink!h/awks inducing d/abi and seriously getting the hots about it AND RHEN (PASSES OUT) d/abi knows h/awks gets turned on by his OWN snz so . breathes heavily ,, hes like “alright your turn” and he induces h/awks back and h/awks is literally a complete mess by thr end of it ohhhhh my GOD

Was that coherent even idk. i jusy spilled my thoughts out alright next

🤧 - Do you prefer stoic characters or characters who complain?

- you cantttttt make me answer this that isnt fair :( okay. i think i’ll go for stoic characters because i am so horny for hiding sickness or like. super aloof characters who rarely show vulnerability having to power through a really bad fever or something ohhhhhh my god YEAH! im just obsessed w the “im fine” character… i do love a complainer though theyre so cute AJSKDJS

TY FOR THESE!! i love ask games

#k answers #WOOP #very fun

[aschlindartroom]

Three Photo Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @tryingtimi! Love stuff like this.

Rules: Find 3 photos/images (they can be anything at all, memes, vintage photographs, quotes, anything) that you feel describe your wip. If you want, you can tell a little bit your story, too. You can do it with or without the context.

Second Serpent: Bird & Fish

Small excerpt below the cut.

In the darkness, a familiar, metallic scent stung at her senses. Blood. Old.

A tunnel walled from top to bottom in tile stood before them. Clinical white surfaces now held the grey pallor of dust, the mark of years resting over long-dried streaks of blood and decay. Bodies, now skeletons, were scattered along the corridor. Clothes clung to the bones—the sterile suits of doctors, the flimsy dressing gowns of the sick. Some wore protective vests, Schmidt & Foster issue, heavy and falling off of what remained of them. No cannon residue, no marks from knives or other melee weaponry, no holes where fabric or armor may have been punctured. The ones who carried guns had not drawn them.

Seung stepped lightly over the ground, moving to catch up to Rhen and Antoni. The two were not surprised, moving through the corridor.

“What happened here?” Seung asked. She noted the patterns of crimson, high arcs of arterial spray, flecks against the ceiling.

Rhen avoided Seung’s eyes. Antoni looked back at her with an odd smile. “Project Bloom happened,” he said. He pushed a gurney out of their path. The skeleton splayed on top of it hit the wall and rattled. Seung had never found the need to respect the dead—no dead man but her father, anyway—and didn’t start now. But she noted Antoni’s brazen countenance, coupled with Rhen’s quiet, and filed it away.

The tunnel was long—at least a mile, by Seung’s estimate. It sloped downward, crawling deeper into the earth. A pressure that was not just altitude began to build, a disquiet that felt both familiar and new, growing with each step. Seung slowed to a stop. Rhen and Antoni turned to look at her, halting their progress. Rhen’s ever-present smile was gone, replaced with cold resignation.

What she wouldn’t give, at times, to have Ehren’s insight.

“You haven’t brought me here for the view,” Seung said, gesturing to the bodies at their feet. Their numbers increased the farther down they went. Whatever had ended these people, it had taken advantage of the natural bottleneck. No way out but up.

[...]

“What is this place?” Seung asked.

“A very old Schmidt & Foster facility,” Rhen replied. “We think it predates the Spacebelt Catastrophe. It was abandoned. Project Bloom repurposed it and the resources left behind.”

“Project Bloom?”

Antoni stepped forward to cut them off. Rhen raised her hand, halting him. She did not look away from Seung. “An experimental trial in cast oil exposure, funded and sourced by the Liberation. Anecdotal evidence supported the hypothesis that cast oil exposure in certain quantities to certain people caused valuable mutations—the next step in evolutionary development.”

They weren’t her words—too practiced and concise. How many times had she rehearsed this explanation? How many times had she rattled off the words in broken mirrors, or heard them spoken in her presence?

Seung nodded further down the hall, where the door to a freight elevator loomed ominously. “Why was it blocked off?”

“A leak of cast oil aerosolized,” Rhen said. “The facility residents were already exposed, but they closed off the area to minimize the damage to the rest of New London.”

“How long?”

“Four years ago.”

Seung looked down at one of the skeletons by their feet, draped a patient’s gown covered in blood but long since dried. Empty eye sockets. She remembered H, the eruption of blood as his eyeballs had burst—the fat, pulsing worms that had pushed them out.

“These people didn’t just die of exposure.”

“Not just,” Rhen agreed. She took another step forward, careful. Seung stood her ground. “The airborne cast oil initiated a space-time anomaly. A crack into the void opened.” Rhen hesitated, considering her next words carefully. “Something came through.”

“Something,” Seung huffed.

“Part of something,” Rhen amended.

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[rhendarzon]

It's 3am, I can't sleep and all I can think about is the cut scene in Ahriman's Lair and Lars standing on Rhen's right side

He probably did that throughout the entire journey since she canonically holds her shield on her left and her right side's exposed so he just positions himself there and it's making me feel so warm inside

#aveyond #forever my comfort OTP #they make me so happy #/it's been 16 years and im still not over them

[iztopher]

Hello! I just remembered that thing you said about being an armor friend, so I wanted to ask: opinions about the armor on Rhen's sprite?

OOOH thank you!!

so interestingly enough Rhen's sprite isn't actually wearing armor period. Rhen is adapted from a mage sprite which is represented in this outfit in the game engine:

so, instead I gotta go off her title screen! which is. Well. honestly I think it's bad as armor.

There's very little coverage here - widely exposed chest and thighs are generally not a good sign - and the most obviously armored parts, her arms, would probably be very uncomfortable, because it's metal directly on her skin when there should be something beneath it (that glove extending past her elbow would go a long way for me).

but honestly while normally the "super exposed female armor" design really upsets me, I'm inclined to give Rhen some leeway because she's not actually supposed to be a conventional knight/warrior etc. She's a sword singer, which I've always interpreted as based on dancing. videos on the internet have taught me you definitely can dance in full armor, but I don't think it would be 1) exceptionally practical or 2) good character design. so I actually really like the short, frilly skirt here, because it reminders me of a dancer or cheerleader's uniform, which I really like for her!

the two clearest changes I would make would be: 1) give her some full coverage, thick tights, please, and 2) probably making her jacket look more like... armored? i'd probably base it off a gambeson, a) because I love them and b) because there's a lot that are sleeveless and around the same length as Rhen's jacket here, so you could get some good inspiration to work with

on that note, I absolutely love your design for ADF Rhen because I think you balance the dancer & sword fighter aspects very well

#dear mel #aveyond #rhen pendragon #i am so honored to receive this ask but i do wanna disclaim im not an expert and im always down to be (gently) corrected on stuff haha

[jessread-s]

✩🪞🕊 Review:

“A Heart So Fierce and Broken” is not the sequel I was expecting, but I enjoyed it nonetheless! While the first novel is told from the perspective of Rhen and Harper, this story is told from Grey and Lia Mara’s points-of-view. Lia Mara, the daughter of Karis Luran and heir to the Syhl Shallow throne, is a new addition to the series. She is soft hearted, yet fiercely protective of her kingdom. I enjoyed reading her chapters for several reasons, the first being that her character offers the viewpoint of a rival kingdom. Before “A Heart So Fierce and Broken,” the reader was only exposed to life in Emberfall. Lia Mara allows the reader to fully explore Syhl Shallow, a kingdom that is unique in that the heir to the throne is not selected based upon birth order. Another reason I appreciate Lia Mara’s chapters is because they highlight the strong bond that she has with her sister, Nolla Verin. Though both sisters are very different in nature, their love for each other is unbreakable. “A Heart So Fierce and Broken” also has much to offer in the way of romance. Kemmerer creates great chemistry between Lia Mara and Grey. The two begin as enemies from rival kingdoms, but fate allows them to turn into something more. It was touching to watch Grey, who once forswore relationships as a soldier, slowly fall in love and give someone his heart. My only gripe with this novel is the portrayal of Rhen and Harper’s characters. Rhen is unnecessarily awful and cruel in “A Heart So Fierce and Broken.” His actions left me disgusted by the end and I was even more taken aback by Harper’s passivity. It is clear that she knows that Rhen is in the wrong, but does not challenge his decisions. They just were not the same characters from book 1, which was disappointing. Regardless, I look forward to reading the epic conclusion to the Cursebreakers trilogy and catching up with Tycho in “Forging Silver into Stars.” He is a precious little bean! ➤ 4.25 stars

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[llatimeria]

i need to post this whole thing to hopefully give a sense of how wrong it is fhdgsgebrbvr i cant get over this im SORRY its just INCORRECT

"Anal-expulsive

Being temperamentally careless and messy, your personal relationships are intense but unstable. You also have a habit of shifting back and forth between over-idealizing and derogating the people in your life. Restless and having a strong need for stimulation, you may sometimes act recklessly just to "keep things feeling fresh," thereby exposing yourself and others to danger and hurt in the process. Your erratic emotional life leads you to experience intense ups and downs and may cause you to confuse sex with intimacy as it all blurs together in your mind-blowingly fast-paced life. Metaphorically, your personality style may be described as the toddler who did not see the point of potty training and resisted it, instead defecating whenever he felt like it. Because you never learned to reign in your urges in toddlerhood, you are incapable of moderating your search for adventure and excitement in adulthood. Hence you may leap from project to project and partner to partner, always pining for instant success instead of staying with a single prospect for the long haul and bringing it to success by "holding it in" until fruition."

but its also weirdly interesting about the ways its incorrect??? Some of the Base parts are correct ("Restless and having a strong need for stimulation,") and rhen the conclusion made is just INSANE for me ("you may sometimes act recklessly just to "keep things feeling fresh," thereby exposing yourself and others to danger and hurt in the process.")

but then other parts are just straight up wrong. i wouldn't describe any of my relationships as "intense and unstable" all of my friends and family are chill because i ... learned my lesson ... about this...in high school....

FUCK IT'S SPOT ON FOR ME AS A TEENAGER

[shofie-ffxiv]

Prompt #10: Foster

They’d docked in Limsa Lominsa to resupply and relax for a few days, and the crew often used this opportunity to drink heavily and socialize, but Shofie and Rhen took the opportunity to get in some sparring practice outside the city. Soft grass was far more preferable to the ship’s hardwood deck. Despite proximity to the city, the locale they selected was relatively secluded. It was tiring trying to explain to strangers that they were just practicing, and not really fighting. Rhen did not hold back.

They’d been at it for well over two hours at this point; she was exhausted, and they were both covered in a sheen of sweat. 

After Rhen knocked her flat on her ass, she pushed herself up, tiredly bringing her fists up into a defensive position, trying to regain her feet before he advanced again. 

“Enough.”

Relieved, she slumped down into a sitting position. He was calling it for the day. 

She pulled her tunic over her head, revealing a cropped, tight top underneath. She should’ve taken it off before they started practice, but she found the thought of Rhen seeing her so exposed was too embarrassing. Now though, her desire to cool off overrode her anxieties about Rhen seeing her shirtless. Using her tunic as a rag, she wiped the sweat from her face off, and tossed it on the ground beside her, before flopping backwards on the grass.

Rhen was there, looking down at her. She wasn’t sure what to make of it and she became concerned; had she misjudged? Were they actually not finished for the day? Was this a new trick he was teaching her? She suddenly felt very self-conscious without her shirt. 

Rhen slowly lowered himself down to sit beside her quietly. After pausing a moment, he pulled his own shirt off, mimicking her, wiping the sweat from his face.

Shofie didn’t want to be rude, but it was almost impossible for her to keep her eyes to herself. He’d shown her some of his scars once before, the ones on his arm. This was him showing her...a lot more. He had many scars across his arms, chest, and shoulders, and even some lower. Her eyes latched onto his broad shoulders, and she realized she was blushing as she tore her eyes off him and made a point of looking up at the dim stars just beginning to appear in the dusk sky instead.

She pressed her lips together. He was her captain, this was a bad idea. Being involved with anyone on the ship was a bad idea, but no, her stupid heart had to race for the captain of all people.

She had to get a better grip on herself. She heard him lay back down next to her, but he said nothing. He rarely did. 

They lay in silence together, and she forced her attention on listening to the wind rustling in the grass leaves, the soft sounds of the sea lapping at the cliff nearby, and the occasional gull cry. It was soothing, and it steadied her nerves.

She realized she was also listening to his breathing, and it grew softer, more relaxed, as did her own. She lost track of time lying in shared comfortable silence with Rhen, watching the sky shift from a pink tone to a more purplish hue. Faintly, she heard a ship’s bell announce it’s arrival somewhere.

“You fight well.”

Startled, she turned to Rhen. He wasn’t even looking at her, it was like it was an afterthought. It’d be an afterthought for most people. For Rhen, it was deliberate. Rhen didn’t state afterthoughts. She wasn’t sure she entirely understood. He was...complimenting her?

"Oh, today? But you knocked me down so much--”

He held up a hand to stop her. He was quiet for a moment before he continued. “Determined.”

Oh, he meant she was a determined fighter, diligent in her practice, not necessarily that practice itself specifically gone well. Rhen was not very free and easy with compliments, they were as rare as seeing a falling star. She must be truly improving. 

She sat up, and pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart felt strange. She was foolish. Just because he said she was improving didn’t mean anything more than that. She found herself blushing again. She was terrible at this.

Rhen propped himself up, holding himself on one arm as he reached out with his other and cupped her chin in his hand. Her ears felt hot. She did not handle it well when he touched her even by accident, and this was very much not an accident.

His golden eye met her gaze. “Loyal.”

Loyal? What was happening? What was he doing? What? Why? All coherent thought vacated her mind in a rush. His soft words interrupted her mental spiraling.

“Stay?”

What did he mean, stay? Her brow furrowed in confusion. She had no intention of leaving, why would he ask her to--

He kissed her softly, a gentle offering. She froze for a heartbeat, scared to move, scared he’d stop, scared it was a dream. 

Her heart swelled like the cliff side tide below, and she found herself kissing him back, against all reason. As she leaned into him, the kiss grew less gentle, and months of dammed up passion burst from her heart in a flood. She pressed him back into the grass.

As the sounds of the night enveloped them, she found that Rhen did not hold back.

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[queensgreekaveyond]

Night Flower- Chapter One

Winter Solace

It was late morning in The Vale and the small village was bustling with elves going about their daily business. However, today was not a normal day. It was the first day of the winter solace, and even more importantly it was a birthday.

For two hundred years ago on that day the great goddess had blessed the god and goddess of the Vale by creating a new deity and giving the infant goddess to them to care for.

The elves of the Vale were excited to see their deities off to the solace celebration of the gods and goddesses...however, in the palace things were not so calm.

In an open room with delicate furnishings and lightly coloured paintings paced a young woman in a dressing gown, long black curls billowing out behind her as she moved.

"Why are you trying to dress me up like a doll to parade around for this! I care not of today being my two hundredth, I would bypass all existence of today if I could! Why did I have to come to you on the solace!"

A violet eyed woman shook her head in frustration and confusion, exchanging glances with her gentle husband.

"I don't understand what has gotten into you! Two hundred years is the milestone of a deities physical maturity! You are in every sense of the world a fully grown goddess, everything after this is just a number! You should be happy, and you have always loved your birthday falling on the solace before! Why is it different this time?!"

The dark haired goddess barked out a harsh laugh.

"Of course you wouldn't understand. My mother, Iya the goddess of music and my father Ean the god of life. Then there's me, I have no power! They expect this celebration to be a reveal of who I am at long last! But still I show no power, I am a goddess of nothing!"

"Oh sweetheart." Iya sighed, reaching out with a slender hand to cup her daughter's pale cheek with sadness in her violet eyes.

"Mel, you are not a goddess of nothing. You know that sometimes it can take a while to unlock your power. Look at Stella, it took till her hundredth and thirty fifth when she finally met Edward that she was exposed to the raw form of who she was and unlocked her power to become the full goddess of love. And Rhen, who was merely the goddess of compassion until her world needed protecting and she rose up to fight that she unlocked her full nature as the goddess of courage as well." Ean said gently, his gaze earnest.

"Yet both of them had come into who they were before one hundred and fifty!" Mel cried. "I have nothing! No matter what I try nothing seems to come!"

Iya and Ean exchanged pained looks before encircling their daughter in their arms, this conversation was one that had become increasingly more common over the years.

"We know, but I believe it'll happen soon. You just need to be personally exposed and invested into a representation of your power and it'll unlock that inside of you." Ean soothed.

Iya nodded, biting her lip slightly before taking the plunge and sharing her own thoughts.

"If you would perhaps start looking for a husb-"

Instantly Mel yanked out of her parents arms, dark blue eyes blazing with anger.

"I'm not the goddess of family mother, I hate children and I don't want to be tied down any further then I already am!"

Iya straightened, frustration clear in her features but before she could say a word in argument Ean stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his wives shoulder.

"Iya, Mel, please do not argue. This is a day to be celebrated, our friends are waiting for us. Please finish readying yourself my daughter and we will leave." He said, gently guiding his wife out of the room.

Once the door had closed softly behind them Mel sighed before moving over to her gown, taking down the flowing pale blue dress and sliding it on before putting on her gold belt and cuffs. Finally she was left staring at herself in the mirror, taking in the gentle and innocent looking goddess she had been made into. Shaking her head she turned away, putting on her golden sandals and slipping out of her room to join her parents.

"You look beautiful as always." Her mother encouraged, Mel giving a halfhearted nod as they hurried out of the palace and through the town to the forest.

They reached the elder oak quickly, her mother singing a portal open and the three of them stepping through into a courtyard of mist.

"Dreamland!" Mel exclaimed softly, eyes bright with excitement despite herself as she was able to be somewhere other then The Vale.

Soft clouds drifted over the vibrant purple landscape and her family began to cross the courtyard to the breathtaking palace before them. The doors opened magically for them as they neared the massive glass doors and Mel grinned, moving ahead of her parents to greet the various nymphs and Dream creatures that milled about the palace.

"Lady Iya! Lord Ean! Lady Mel!" One of the nymphs exclaimed in excitement, rushing over. "Almost all the other deities have arrived! There is only one more to come now! They're all waiting upstairs in the throne room."

"Thank you Cerci." Iya said with a warm smile, the three of the, continuing past and eagerly mounting the ornate and curving stairs.

"Mel!"

As they reached the floor above and excited exclamation echoed around the throne hall, for it really could not be called a room. Mel's face lit up as from the far side of the room a familiar lilac haired woman called her name, chocolate skin nearly glowing in the light as her closest friend rushed to meet her.

"Stella! How are you? I'm so glad that you were able to leave things at Aveyond to be here." Mel exclaimed as the goddess of love embraced her with a delighted laugh.

"I am well! You look so beautiful as usual, I have been excited for months to finally see you again! The winter solace and the summer solace are just too far apart." Stella said with a beaming smile as she hooked her arm through Mel's and tugged her towards the two thrones at the far side of the hall.

"Mel, happy birthday." A warm voice greeted and Mel smiled up at the queen of the deities, the goddess Rhen.

"Thank you lady Rhen." Mel said with a nod as Stella pulled her to the queen goddess who stood with her husband and their son.

"We are including your birthday in this solace celebrations Mel, two hundred is a great milestone." The king of the gods informed her, Dameon smiling kindly down at her.

"Yeah Mel, all the best for your birthday!" Their son teased, Mel sticking her tongue out at the young man she had grown up with.

Edward, the god of youth only laughed and reached over to wrap an arm around Stella's waist to pull his wife to his side.

"Thank you Eddy, it is appreciated." Mel snickering when Edward rolled his eyes at the hated nickname she had bestowed upon him when they were children.

Rhen and Dameon left their small group to greet her parents, Mel scanning the room in interest to see all who had been able to make it that solace. One couple had joined her parents with Rhen and Dameon, Lars the god of magic and sorcery with his wife Elini the goddess of war.

"Te'ijal and Galahad are here as well! They were just taking their things to the spare room for feast week." Edward informed Mel, reaching over to tug a cur which earned the young god a slap over the head from his friend.

"Don't be a brat, and yeah I figured. Who's missing then, Lydia? Did the witch finally take a year off?" Mel asked eagerly, Edward cringing at her words before staring right behind her.

"Well isn't that a nice greeting."

Mel's face darkened and she turned to face the very goddess she had spoken of. Lydia stood behind her smirking, hands braced on her bare waist as she shifted in her absurdly revealing dress.

"Lydia." Mel spat, glaring at the green haired female. "How unfortunate."

The goddess of lies let out a sultry laugh, waving away Mel's words.

"I thought the exact same. Tell me Mel, have you unlocked your power yet? All of us our wondering how long before you actually...belong." She punctuated her words with a wicked smirk and Mel gritted her teeth, fists clenching at her sides.

"Belong better then you do Lydia. At least I was given to light deities, you've never been anything but a dark deity, and an unwanted one at that." Mel snorted, glaring at the girl. "And here I was hoping that you were the late goddess to the party, if I was lucky not coming at all."

Just like that a switch was flipped, Lydia's shoulders straightening as she leaned in conspiratorially.

"Well you are most unfortunate in your luck then, but that is a separate issue. I have most interesting news to share, it seems that after almost seventy years of ignoring the solace celebrations due to a falling out he had with your parents and the king and Queen from before Edward and Stella were on the deity council, the god of death is finally coming to a solace celebration!"

"What?" Mel said, startled.

"Really?! He accepted the invitation!" Stella exclaimed.

"Mother and father sent him one over a month ago, requesting that everything could be put behind him so that all the deities could start coming together once again. One of his darkling servants was sent to accept the invite but they're not sure if he'll really show." Edward explained in hushed tones.

Mel looked between the discussing deities in interest. She knew of the mysterious earth deity, but had never met him herself. Her parents feared and mistrusted the god and had alway kept her away when he did come to the occasional solace. She didn't even really remember what he looked like since her parents would often usher her from the room with the other younger deities until he was gone.

"It matters not whether he comes, he's a terrible bore at parties anyway." Lydia sniffed. "The appetizers and Dream servants are bringing about on the other hand is much more interesting. Have you tasted the juice? It's made of the dreamberries that queen Rhen grows here in her garden?"

All of them perked up with interest just as a server began to approach. When he offered the platter to them Mel reached out to take a glass, sipping carefully.

"Drinking already Mel? What would your mother say?" A low female voice commented from behind her, the goddess jumping before turning to grin at the newcomer.

"She would be positively distressed that I didn't get her a glass of the juice I'm sure."

The goddess of fire and hunting raised a brow, amused by Mel's words before glancing back over her shoulder at her husband Galahad who was just coming up.

"Hello Galahad, you look as grumpy as always." Mel greeted the god of justice cheerfully, laughing slightly at his sigh.

"Mel, sarcasm really does not become you."

"It is an amusing pastime though." Mel shot back at the stoic god, earning a huff of amusement. "When did you two arrive?"

"Less then an hour before you three did. Happy Birthday by the way, you must be delighted to finally be old enough to move freely through Aia." Te'ijal said, blinking when Mel's lips tightened.

"No. As long as I have not yet unlocked my power I will not be allowed to move freely." She said bitterly before giving her head a brisk shake. "It does not matter. I'm glad that things at Dragthor were calm enough that you could come."

As conversation moved onto events on Aia Mel fell silent. She had nothing to add to this, in all her years she had never even been to Aia. Then at the corner of her consciousness Mel began to feel something approaching. Her brows furrowed and she looked up, eyes meeting Lars who smiled at her before turning his attention to the door. A quick glance at the other deities revealed that her parents, Edward's parents, as well as Edward and Stella didn't seem to pick up on the strange magic.

"What is that strange magic?"

The others in their group looked at her in confusion, Stella and Edward staring at her blankly while Te'ijal, Lydia and Galahad looked startled.

"You are able to sense that?"

Mel nodded, brows furrowed.

The two female dark deities and Galahad who fell in the neutral category all exchanged looks.

"It must be because she has not gained her power yet. She neutral until she unlocks her power." Galahad murmured before quieting as Lydia took it upon herself to explain.

"You are sensing the power of the death god himself. It seems that he has finally arrived."

The magic became stronger and soon even the light deities could feel it as they turned in anticipation, all eyes on the doorway as a tall and commanding figure in blood red and black strode through into the throne hall. Rhen and Dameon stepped forward towards the deity carefully with courteous and hesitantly hopeful expressions.

"Gyendal. You came."

"I said I would, I do not break my word."

Mel's eyes widened at the sound of the death gods voice, terrifyingly dark and silky. Te'ijal pulled away from their group, crossing the room to stand before the death deity who turned a piercing gaze onto the goddess of fire and allowed the smallest of smiles.

"Hello sister."

They did the customary greeting between family, air kisses before stepping back.

"Thank you for joining us Gyendal." Rhen said, she and Dameon approaching the death god to greet him.

"I appreciate the invite." Gyendal said formally, Mel watching in interest as he dipped his head respectfully to the king and Queen.

"He is one of only three deities that are older the king and queen and thus don't have to be subservient." Stella said, voice hushed. "Him, your father, and Te'ijal."

Mel nodded, remembering her earliest lessons as a child. The deities had a higharchy based on the elder deities that were made first. The very first to be created were the god of death, the god of life, the god of the sun, and the goddess of fire. Soon after followed the god of sorcery and magic and his now wife the goddess of war. She and Edward were the only deities to be raised as children, everyone else had come before them.

The other older deities greeted Gyendal from their various places around the room, other then her parents who simply watched him mistrustfully. Finally Rhen and Dameon stepped away to speak with Lars and Elini, Te'ijal and her brother strolling away.

"You look well brother, how fare things in the underworld?..."

Mel turned back to her friends and Lydia then, listening absently to their conversations as she thought about what she had seen.

So that was the infamous god of death.

The feast that followed soon after everyone had arrived was filled with chatter, Mel sitting with Stella and Edward as they sang and joked. Once the main feast was finished all the nymphs and Dream beings that were capable of intelligent thought gathered with the deities, everyone and celebrating the solace together with laughter and dancing to the music her mother made with her magic.

"I'm going to go get something to drink!" Mel called, breathless with laughter as she left Edward and Stella to weave through the crowd of dancing duos.

"Lady Mel! Many birthday wishes!" One of the nymphs called out, Mel turning to walk backwards as she thanked the nymph.

"Thank you Ishtar- AH!"

So focused on her conversation Mel foolishly payed less attention to her movements and her flow skirts and as luck would have it stepped down on the bottom of her dress, letting out a yelp as she started to fall backwards.

She knocked into a tall form but before she could fall any further a large hand caught hold of her own smaller one to halt her movement.

"Oh I'm so sorry I-"

Her words cut off abruptly as she looked up and rather then finding herself face to face with any of the other deities she knew Mel found herself looking straight up into the dark green eyes of the god of death.

"I don't believe we've met yet." He said in amusement before pulling her upright with a soft tug and twirling her out into the group of dancers, hand settling on her waist as they instinctively fell into a dance. "I am Gyendal."

"Uh, I'm Mel." She said, her voice belaying how startled she was.

The god smirked slightly as they danced, the others closest to them had slowed to gape at the sight of the death deity dancing.

"Oh I know."

His tone was pleasant but Mel glanced around edgily, noting that more people were noticing what was happening. Te'ijal's brows were nearly in her hairline and the usually stoic Galahad looked mildly startled as well, Lars who was standing with his wife starting to laugh and Mel just knew that he was laughing at her discomfort.

"Er, thank you for catching me...?" Mel said, unsure of what else to say.

He only chuckled in response, and Mel glanced away. She had no idea what to do in this situation, she hated dancing and almost never did it at solaces. She was just about to try and find another topic for this truly awkward dance when there was a sudden call.

"Mel!"

Her head shot up but before she could do a think she felt a hand grab her arm and yank her backwards away from the death deity who's expression quickly became icy.

"Ean."

Mel whipped to stare at her father only to find him and everyone nearby staring at her in shock, or rather staring at her waist. She looked down in puzzlement before letting out a startled cry at the sight of her dress. Right over where the god of death had been touching her waist there was a massive patch of black colour that had been expanding only a moment earlier on her dress, now that Gyendal was n longer in contact with her the blotch shrinking rapidly before vanishing altogether.

"What did you do to my daughter?!" Ean shouted, pushing Mel protectively behind him.

Gyendal's eyes were wide and startled and he shook his head.

"I did nothing, I do not know what that was. It was not my magic." He protested, sounding baffled.

"You lie." Ean accused lowly before turning and quickly herding Mel away.

"Father what-"

"I do not know." Ean said, cutting her off midword as they reached Iya who checked her dress fretfully before taking hold of Mel's hands tightly.

"Listen to me Mel, do not go anywhere near Gyendal again. He's dangerous, unpredictable and angry. He and your father do not get along, you need not deal with him."

Mel nodded wordlessly and her mother let out a relieved sigh, turning to talk to Ean. As her parents talked Mel stepped away and started back towards her parents, but not before risking a glance over her shoulder back at the god of death. She had anticipated a small glance but her steps faltered as her eyes locked onto his, Gyendal holding her gaze with intensity before blinking and dipping his head to her. Mel quickly whipped her had back around and strode over to her friends, unsettled.

"Hey Mel! We were just about to have an dancing contest, you will be our judge with Lydia!" Edward declared with a grin before pointing at Stella who shook her head with a giggle. "Prepare to lose sweetheart"

Mel sat in the back of the throne hall, watching everyone tiredly and irritably as the heat in the room zapped her energy. She just wanted to retreat off somewhere but her parents had been on high alert all day since the dancing incident.

"Mel, already tired of the celebrations for today?"

She looked up to see Lars leaning against the wall next to her. She shot him a strained smile, he was one of the only older deities that she felt perfectly at ease with. She had always appreciated his more laid back personality, even though it came with a large ego.

"Quite. I could do with some air." She sighed, glancing over at her parents who were chatting with their friends.

Lars followed her eyes before shooting her a sympathetic look. He was one of the few deities that understood her desire to get out from under her parents gaze at times. She knew they protected her out of love, but sometimes she would give anything for freedom.

"I'll create a double for you if you want to get out of the room and take a break." He offered quietly, Mel's eyes brightening.

"Truly?!"

He shot her a cocky grin.

"You doubt me? Go on, there's a large balcony at the end of the hallway right over there. I'll have everything handled here."

Mel let out a relieved sigh, shooting the god of magic a thankful look.

"I owe you."

Lars laughed and winked before sauntering towards his wife at the far end of the room who was talking with Te'ijal.

"I'll hold you to that."

Mel never waited a minute before rushing away and down the hall Lars had told her about. She ran soundlessly through the cavernous halls with the loose and decorative fabric that attached to her forearm cuffs billowed out behind her. Her expression was light and much more cheerful then ever before as she reached the entrance to the balcony and quietly stepped forward onto it.

That however, was where she halted. As in front of her leaning against the railing with his back to her was Gyendal, the loose blood red that attached to his black robes fluttering in the breeze. Her parents orders echoing in her mind, Mel hesitated. She knew she should be obeying, but curiosity and instinct held her in place as she stared at him for a moment.

"You know, I have yet to eat a goddess. There is more then enough room for us both on this balcony." Came the quiet statement, Gyendal never turning to face her as he spoke.

Mel snorted softly at his eating comment before carefully coming up to a comfortable distance away with a hesitant glance at the god.

"I didn't realize someone else would be out here."

He smirked slightly as he shifted to lean more comfortably against the railing.

"I can tell. Now, why would a young goddess like you abandon the party to stand alone on a balcony is my question."

Mel sighed, looking out over over dreamland.

"Not an appreciator of heat and noise I suppose. I can enjoy it for a small time before I need peace."

"You pick an interesting way to get it young goddess, talking with the god your father and mother are against." He raised a brow mockingly as he continued. "Tell me, what would your parents do if they found us alone out here speaking together?"

Mel's eyes narrowed at the patronizing way he spoke, her proud too roused for her to notice the curiosity hidden in his eyes nor the way his actions were meant to test her.

"It matters not what they would think, I do not need to live my every whim this week according to what they say, I grew past that years ago."

His eyes flashed triumphantly when he caught her slipped in statement of 'this week'

"Oh is that so... The caged bird, finally let outside of your gilded cage for a few days?" Gyendal purred, prowling towards her before halting a mere foot away.

The god towered above her, green eyes glittering and Mel instinctively flinched back. He smirked as if he was amused by her nervousness around him.

"What's it to you?" Mel snapped, crossing her arms defensively.

Amusement played across his lips at her reaction before he spoke.

"I just find it most entertaining. An adult still trapped in a wonderland of shallow happiness and held back from any chance of life and growth like a raven with clipped wings. I walk among these gods and goddesses and other then that wretched lies goddess and my sister they all exude that peace and innocence of the gods and goddesses of light. But you..." He paused then, chuckling and reaching out to hook one finger around a single lock of her midnight curls and lift it up. "There is a darkness in you and I wonder how long it'll be before you can't handle living up to the shallow expectations of the others."

Mel was frozen, staring wide eyed at the Death god before her as he brushed a thumb over the curl in his fingers before releasing her hair. In that space of silence there was the distant call of her name, Stella's voice echoing through the grand halls to the darkened balcony where Mel stood. Her heart stopped as she realized that somehow Stella knew that she had come here, and there was always the chance it hadn't been because of Lars pointing her in the right direction.

"I do believe that is my cue to leave, but this will not be the last time we see each other I'm sure."

"Are you jesting? My mother would have my head if I saw you again, and why on earth would I want too!" Mel hissed, glancing back worriedly towards the hall leading out to the balcony.

If Stella saw who she was talking to her well meaning friend would undoubtedly tell her parents and then Mel would lose what little freedom she had left, and knowing that had Mel turning to rush away. However before she could take a step, a hand grabbed onto hers, halting her movement. Mel let out a strangled yelp and whirled back to face him, watching in near disbelief as the God of death raised her hand to his lips and brushed a lingering kiss across her knuckles.

"Until next solace." He murmured before releasing her hand and stepping back to melt into the shadows and vanish altogether.

"Mel! There you are! Didn't you hear me calling?"

The black haired goddess whirled to face her friend, heart thumping in her chest a she gave a distracted nod.

"Sorry I was just-...focused."

Stella eyed her in concern and Mel forced a smile before hooking her arm through her best friends and starting down the hall.

"Is something the matter? You're acting strange." Stella prompted gently.

Mel shook her head with a light laugh.

"Not at all. I just needed some air and a break from the party. I'm more then ready to jump back now!"

Stella gave a slow nod, as if not entirely convinced but willing to drop it nonetheless. She engaged in light chatter as they headed back towards the main throne hall, laughing at all the right times.

Yet even with that, she just couldn't shake that rush of adrenaline. Perhaps her parents had been right, she should just steer clear of the death deity.

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[shofie-ffxiv]

Prompt #24: Undertone

The sun had set long ago, the stars glittering above her, the waves rhythmically caressing the sides of the ship. Everyone else had long since passed out from exhaustion, but Shofie found she could not unwind.

She quietly crept out of her bunk to stargaze. No matter what else was happening in her life, she could always orient herself by the stars, and found comfort in them. A little trick her mother taught her when she was little, how to always find her way home in the forest if she got lost. She rarely felt lost anymore.

As she leaned on the railing and listened to the whispers of the sea, she became aware of his presence. It was always like that with Rhen; you never heard Rhen unless he wanted you to, but sometimes she sensed him.

She didn’t turn to look. She was sure if he was there for a reason, he’d make it known. He leaned on the rail next to her, and they stood quietly for a time, sharing a mutual silence.

He finally spoke. “Arm?”

He always spoke in short sentences, usually just one or two words. Shofie was getting better at figuring him out, at least this part of him. He was still very enigmatic in many ways.

She unfolded her arms and rolled her sleeve up for him, showing him the thin, pink, pale scar leftover from the pirate attack a few weeks earlier. It stood in sharp contrast to the rest of her skin.

“It’s better. See?” She offered him a small smile.

It would fade, in time. Most of her scars did. She rolled her sleeve back down and resumed leaning on the rail.

He gave a curt nod. “Good.” He paused for a moment, and then added, “Would...be bad.”

She perked up. “...bad?”

He gestured at her arm. “Scar.”

She tore her eyes off him. “Scars aren’t bad. They’re stories. Bookmarks. At least that’s what my momma taught me.”

Rhen grunted in affirmation, and then rolled one of his sleeves up. She looked at him and blinked, slightly confused. Rhen’s usual clothing choices kept him almost entirely covered, and she realized that in spite of staying on the ship with him for months at this point, she’d never seen anything uncovered except for his face and hands.

His forearm was riddled with scars, hundreds of them in just the tiny exposed amount he was showing her. Most seemed to be cuts, likely from bladed weapons. She noticed a few other types, tears, bites, puncture wounds. Without thinking, she reached out to touch his exposed arm, softly running her fingers over his arm feeling the raised welts of the scars. Her brow furrowed with worry. These were all long healed, most of them faded.

Many things bubbled to the surface of her mind, things to ask, things to say. He was showing her something, something important, but she didn’t quite understand. He didn’t move away when she touched him, and they stood frozen in the quiet warm night. He spoke slowly, carefully. “Scars...ugly.”

Her hand softly trembled on his arm. “They aren’t....”

She brought her face up to look at him. His eye glowed in the low light, like molten gold. His dark hair blew gently in the sea breeze, curls not contained by his long braid framing his face. He watched her intently as she struggled to find her voice.

“You aren’t ugly. You’re...”

She jerked her hand off his arm like she’d touched a hot plate, before forcing herself to look back at the stars. She hoped the darkness hid her blushing. She was almost entirely sure it did not.

Rhen rolled his sleeve down, and smoothed it out before he leaned back on the railing. He followed her gaze briefly.

“Beautiful.”

She spoke quietly, hoping her voice did not betray her anymore than it already had. “They’re lovely. I always found comfort in them. I never felt lost when I could see the stars--”

He interrupted her gently. “No.”

She looked at him in surprise, only to find he was staring at her. She managed to squeak out a tiny, confused, “...No?”

“You.”

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