YOU’RE ALL NUTS
omfg but i’ve only had this blog for a little over a week??? You guys need to calm your beARDS. I’ve already gotten compliments on my Luna which I am utterly flabbergasted about. I honestly don’t think I do her justice. u3u She’s such a wonderful character.
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Luckily for Lesedi, Luna laughed at the response. She was hardly offended; her habit of over-explaining things that could be simplified was a big one.
"Sorry. It is hard for me not to explain things at length… May I ask why you have power?"
She tilted her head to the side. She wouldn’t push if the other didn’t want to say, but she couldn’t help being curious.
Green eyes widened the slightest bit at the other's ques- tion. Of course. An unknown would have some abilities of perception, but this one was.. bold to openly accuse. The smallest of smiles quirked at the corner of her lip. ✲ | ”These.. 'powers' are a gift. One I have had since birth."
❝ If you say so. ❞ The plight of others is something he’s gotten used to bearing. His problems seem much smaller compared to others. But this? This is a tiny issue.
The Chaisnd eyes him slowly, brow smoothed and lips at ease. While she did not know his face she'd heard his name tossed about in whispers, a man who'd made some- thing of himself in the Kirkwall underworld. Details were sc- arce, but her curiosity was hard won -- and her search for this Hawke had led her here. ✲ | “There is.. another matter. One I.. require aid in."
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Some called her witch. Others, druid. The majority leaned towards freak. Or they would, if they knew. She had never really been sociable. She knew how to draw a crowd and spot the open-minded. But to carry a conversation was a bit harder for her than most. Auras clouded her vision, so- metimes settled about her throat in an airy chokehold. At times they were.. draining. But not always, as proved by the nearby stranger. His was soft, golden and centered, with deeper layers of orange and and a soft sky blue. The witch tilted her head the slightest bit, but -- kept her dis- tance. Didn't stop her from staring, however.
"A power we developed long ago in order to work with the Moon Kingdom. The original civilization that was of Earth’s moon."
Luna held up a hand shaking her head. “Be calm. I have been here for centuries. I am merely here to protect and guide someone dear to me. I have no abilities to fight; I am only able to change from my normal form, speak while in that form, and sense things.”
The witch held her tongue, brow knitting softly, not in skepti- cism but more to reflect the process of inner translation. A kingdom on the moon. She wasn't sure she wanted to be- lieve this.. strange stranger. But that aura felt as if it legiti- mized her words, left her staggered, mentally winded. Of all things she had been expecting in this country, this had certainly not been one. ✲ | ” -- You talk a lot."
Luna could see the uncertainty in the other’s eyes. The mistrust. Luna had to step carefully if she were to avoid conflict. Sighing softly, Luna pointed to the crescent moon on her forehead.
“أنا لست من هذا الكوكب. I come from the planet Mau. If you have any questions, I am willing to answer them…”
✲ | ”أجنبي -- " While the information offered a little bit of clarification it did little to ease her apprehension. Her fingers curled softly in the beginnings of an uneasy fist, the inside of her cheek caught between her teeth. ✲ | ”You do not -- look out of place."
"That’s a very pretty name."
A beat passed before Luna noticed the hesitation in the other’s behavior. Lesedi must have been able to see something Luna was not.
"We are not normal, are we?"
✲ | ”أنا لست -- No." And it was very clear to her that this woman was not 'normal' either. Her jaw settles slightly, but her eyes remain mistrust- ful. Her trust was already hard earned -- encountering an un- known like this may make it impossible.
Thank you!
This blog is around two/three days old and there’s already so many of you, even though this character doesn’t have much information—it still managed to get a lot of interactions going on from all sorts of muses. I would like to give a few people a shout-out as a personal thank you for being my friend, interacting with me and allowing me to enjoy this muse as much as I am—and most of you I know from my other muse, which if you’re not ware of, is ignisxphoenix. Truly, I never thought he would grow on me, not like this—I am absolutely adoring him and I really hope you are too.
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Apologies if I have not placed your name here but I can assure you that I’ve decided to follow you, it means I want to write with you—just don’t want to be a bother and give you too much work if you’re already busy. Also, apologies to those who might not know my identity on this blog, even though I so smoothly gave it away up there, you are in no way obligated to roleplay with me or reply or even follow! My feelings towards you remain and you should do what makes you comfortable. With that said, thank you once again!
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a nervous tick or habit
The inner walls of her mouth are usually her victims. Mo- lars pinch down on the tender flesh of her cheek and gnash, until a small rough sore is left behind. Or, teeth scrape over the lower lip, peel and pick at dead or dying skin, until the lip is red and shining, though she usually stops before blood is drawn.
thinking gaze
More often than not, Lesedi's eyes dance along the floor, trace imaginary patterns in tile or dirt while the cogs of her mind turn endlessly. She very rarely thinks before she sp- eaks, and on these occasions it is usually because she is speaking to someone of authority over her and those are few and far between. Looking down not only allows her to focus but is a sign of respect or idolization.
how she sleeps
Those nights that she does in fact sleep, she tends to lay on her side, knees tucked towards her chest and feet rel- axed, while her palms and fingers curl close to her heart. She is used to sleeping in close quarters and will most often seek to make herself as small as possible, either to avoid detection or give a sleeping partner more room. No matter the size of the bed being shared.
something she likes, without naming it
It's like a breath of fresh air when meeting someone new. It gives her.. a good idea of who it is she is dealing with, and offers insight on their motivations. It's something she has been doing for years now, and has become second nature to her. Most are skeptical of it's legitimacy, but she already knows that because of this particular talent. It also lends an opinion on whether or not interaction with a part- icular person would be worth her while, or potentially dan- gerous.
her usual posture
Her back is, ninety percent of the time, straight as a board. This is from years of sitting on the streets looking for the attention of strangers. Hunching her back did little to att- ract business. So, she keeps her shoulders back, in or- der to invoke a sense of confidence. Combined with the general stoic expression she usually upholds, people became drawn to her above others around her. To this day she keeps her posture stiff, until finally she allows herself a moment to relax.
her hands
Tan, lithe fingers that grasp and rub expertly, with light callouses that indicate repetitive work. Her touch is rar- ely anything but gentle, and she keeps it that way. Long nails are kept scrubbed clean, but do not extend past her fingertips. Her knuckles protrude just the slightest bit against her skin, leaving her fingers slightly bony. A set of small leather bands, thin rings of her own crea- tion, wraps around her left and right index fingers, worn from times where her thumb rubbed at them in nervous agitation.
a quote
"It does not matter the months or years of practice -- the Old Ways are dangerous, especially for those who un- derestimate them."
grey hair
It would start at the roots, staggered about and leaving silver streaks in her mane of dark auburn, until her color became the thin streaks and ribbons in a sea of silver and grey.
affectionate gestures
It would start with small, little smiles and become gift giving. Rough beads of rose quartz or citrine, hand wo- ven leather bracelets with silver clamps she bent her- self. Assuming she is not spurned or rejected, her aff- ections would graduate into careful, gentle touches. A hand on the back, in the lap, carefully tracing the tips of her fingers over the back of their hand.. She is inexper- ienced when it comes to the realm of love, but she is not afraid to do what her heart tells her.
her favorite item
A small, carved stone that her mother, Makena, brou- ght with her north to Egypt. It is carved in the likeness of Lesedi's thrice-great grandmother, who Makena often prayed to for guidance after leaving behind her home and culture.
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her usual smile;
It starts, usually, with her eyes. They crease at the corners even before the corner of her lips curl up like a crescent moon, parting just enough so that her teeth glimpse into the view. Her cheeks lift with those curls and she squints just the slightest bit. As always it is fleeting, unless of c- ourse it's accompanied by a laugh, long or short. Then it lingers long past it's welcome, a sort of mirth dancing in her eyes. Before it vanishes she tilts her head down, as if trying to keep her joy to herself because there is so lit- tle of it to go around. When her expression smooths over, she lifts her head, yet the ghost of those curls brush acr- oss her features. Once you start her smiling, she finds it almost impossible to stop.
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do ⏀ describe their usual smile ⇅ do they look up or down while thinking? ❧ describe their usual sleeping position ✑ describe something they like without naming it ✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation? ❖ describe their hands ❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying § how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first? ❤ describe how they show affection. ✭ what is one of their favorite items?
[ there is no difficulty in finding people to join his cause, especially in such a broken country where chaos creeps from every crack in the mountain, something that forces him to roll his eyes but when those issues are presented in front of him in the form of frightened children and women. the man doesn’t ask for his ‘allies’ to be gentle, nor to spare the lives of those who dare defy his orders and commands, they are simply shot down because there is no use to them. watching over the mother that lies lifeless on the floor then at the child, ages don’t seem to add up so he refuses to believe this young girl is part of the family himself and his henchmen have just destroyed. it doesn’t matter if there’s doubt or guilt once a weapon is pressed against a forehead and you’re given no choice than to respect the dictator and follow his instructions. remain silent, speaking only bothers him and snaps him back to reality, do not try to fight back, it will only result in death and at last, pray that he doesn’t get bored of you and treats you like trash. ]
“Hello—my dear.”
Coming here had been a risk. She'd slipped past the border knowing that well. Staying had been a more egregious mist- ake, that much was now clear. But the witch steeled her jaw, barely flinching as the older woman had been gunned down. This was the cost of rebellion, it seemed. What remained to be seen was the man behind the curtain, the one who tugg- ed at the strings. When finally he breezed in, she sucked in a tight breath. Not because she was scared, or nervous -- but because his aura was absolutely oppressive. Bright and deep reds, glimpses of bright yellows and -- firm. Ex- tremely so, despite it's seemingly off-centered nature. Her chest rattled with a breath, and as he came close, murmur- ed words, she pulled her lips into a soft line and remained absolutely silent.