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crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
passthrough) wrote in crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
🌸FALL CATCHALL🌸
🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
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[He won't go into why. It can be left for another time.
He patiently lets Trahearne consider his options, a chuckle from his lips with the Sylvari's warning.]
It's fine, Trahearne. I'm not here to judge. That's for way more important deities out there.
I'd just like to know more about what you know. As a friend.
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But when he hears the other's sentiment, his brows raise in surprise, the worry instantly vanishing. So often was he used to people coming to him because of his expertise, because he had insight that might take others years to collect. He is not used to people asking what he thinks simply because they want to get to know him.
When he smiles, it comes out lopsided. ]
I'm...touched, Otegine.
[ He thinks for a moment. This puts all of his knowledge in an entirely new light... Where does he even begin? ]
...Before I took up my position as marshal, I was an independent scholar. I would consider myself a seeker of knowledge over a soldier, you know. Most of my life was spent among books. [ And lots of "you look wilted" comments.
He studies Otegine for a moment. ] I've always wondered what it would be like to meet a god. But now I'm glad to count one among my friends.
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Is that right?
Ah, well... I never really got around much in my old life, so it's not like I know much of anything other than what I was made for. Hearing stories from other people can be fun, though. If you're a scholar, I'd imagine you know far more than something like me ever would.
Not all the gods are all-knowing, even if we wish we were. So... I'd like to hear a story or two, if you're ever okay with it.
[The sunset sure is getting vibrant, isn't it? Pinks and oranges that start to blossom like a flower on the horizon, expanding over the reflection of the water... Damn if that ain't pretty.]
I guess... it's part of what makes this place nice. Like seeing the sun set over the ocean. I don't know how much of this I would ever get to know otherwise...
[Has he ever seen a sky quite like... this...
...]
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But Otegine goes very, very still.
The heat eats at his back. The rush of the waves like flames to wood. He can't run.]
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I agree. You know, I don't mind telling you a story now. [ He leans over the railing, feeling the breeze in his hair. ] This reminds me of Malchor. He was said to be the greatest Orrian sculptor of his time, and was commissioned to sculpt the likenesses of the gods while they still resided in Orr. It was said he'd fallen in love with...
[ He trails, realizing that the man next to him is oddly still and quiet.
He looks up, slightly alarmed by how still Otegine is. ]
Otegine?
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...
It takes a moment to realize his name has been called. Otegine starts, as though woken up from sleep, suddenly out of breath.]
Ah...
[A look toward Trahearne, with a shameful expression of clarity settling as he realizes what just happened. Again. But the expression rips away, right into overcompensation.]
A-ah, right! Right. Sorry, ahahah...
[It's not quite a genuine laugh, but he still promptly turns himself on his heel with his back to the railing, crossing his arms a little too tight and trying his best to ignore the cold sweat he always felt after drifting away.]
You said something about, uh... it was Malchor, right? Sorry, my attention kind of slipped.
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That...wasn't normal, was it? He seems tense. Even without the empathy connection, something seems off. He studies him for a moment, how his arms are tightly crossed over his chest, thinking about the strange hollow of his laugh.
Malchor can wait. ]
Is everything all right? [ Did he forget something? Remember something? His head tilts out of sympathy and concern. ]
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[Said as his shoulders tense. One hand raises to run through his own hair. He's fine. He's fine. A dream is a dream and this is now and Trahearne is here and his voice was roaming purposefully like a river through the ground...
There's an apologetic glint in his eyes as his smile dies a bit.]
Please, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'd like to listen.
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[ Trahearne sinks back against the railing, studying Otegine for a second. He doesn't quite believe it, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, then he has no right to pry. ]
Where was I? --Yes.
[ He glances back out over the water. ]
Malchor was commissioned to sculpt statues of the gods, but in witnessing their brilliance, he lost his sight. The last statue he was to create was that of Dwayna, the human goddess of air and life. Though blind, he had already memorized every part of her features, and was able to sculpt her to perfection. Because he was deeply in love with her.
When the gods separated themselves from their mortal followers, he could not stand the thought of being apart from her, so he leapt from the cliffs and drowned himself.
[ There's a quiet sigh when Trahearne finishes, gazing over at the sunset and the ocean again. He...probably thinks this is romantic. ]