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    Skyborn: Sullivan is Darker on the Inside

    some night at a party Sullivan is wearing the green paisley suit made from water-pressed silk with a velvet lining. His cravat is tied in The Renegade, which is a very daring fold, the secret to which three silly fops have already tried to wheedle out of him. It is also a private joke between Sullivan and his valet, as were Hangman's Bait and The Secret. The velvet lining is exactly as absurd and extravagent as it was supposed to be, but it is also totally unsuited to the warmth of a New Stormrook summer. Sullivan is only grateful that he's never been one to sweat easily. Neither is his father, the cold-blooded snake, who is currently looking the room over with the complacently satisfied expression of a man about to have many, many more clients. Think of the devil, and here he comes. Sullivan sees his father turn and start striding purposefully in his direction and immediately feels a strong, pressing need for a drink. It will, unfortunately, have to be iced tea again. The man behind the bar gives Sullivan a wink as he glides the glass full of amber-colored liquid over. Not cool. Someone will need to be spoken to about unnecessarily risky facial expressions. But meanwhile Sullivan is tipping back the glass and drinking, making the appropriate grimaces. Later tonight he'll get something appropriately hard, and make sure to breathe his booze-y breath over the right people. That Sullivan Chesterford, incorrigible. The thought is so comforting that he breaks into a grin, with terrible timing, since-- Welp-- here's the old man Chesterford himself. Crisp and neat in a perfect black suit, and giving Sullivan's green monstrosity the evil eye. Sullivan grins even wider, with extra teeth. Bite, bite he thinks. "And which lovely lady do you need me to seduce now, Father?" "Don't talk nonsense," his father says. "And I thought the plum suit was the lowest depth your clothing could reach but as usual you prove me wrong." "It's the pinnacle of everything sharp and spiffy," Sullivan protests, "I've already gotten four requests for the name of my tailor." Which has the added advantage of being true. His father gives a brief snort of disgust. "Go dance with Loretia Hanley," he says, as he turns to leave. "Hanley?" Sullivan says, just- only just- slightly raising an eyebrow. "Her father has gained rights to a very promising coal seam. Make yourself useful for once." --- Later, much later in the evening, Sullivan slips off with a group of laughing, very drunk young men who are off to a gambling house to lose quantities of inherited money. None of them pay much attention when he slips away from them as well, laughing and stumbling a bit, with one or two comments hinting at a full bladder. He walks into the dark alley and keeps going, swaying back and forth, taking another turn, and another, and falling slightly against the wall and turning back in a confused circle, looking around him, seeing nothing. Then he straightens up and begins to stride purposefully down the street, staying in the shadows-- not hard to do, with the Skyborn long since having cut funding for all but the most minimal of street lighting. Down a set of stairs and past a small stone garden is a door. Sullivan knocks, but then steps right in-- someone watching might think he is twisting the doorknob, which indeed he is, and not pay attention to the weight he's putting on his other hand, which he's leaning on the wall by the doorframe.
  2. notice: the forum move broke my table of contents and my on-site list of fics. my fics have been backed up to AO3. link in signature. I have a final tomorrow that I'm not prepared for so of course I wandered back on site to procrastinate by looking through my fics and my own comment on my Skyborn fic made me want to write a bit about Sullivan. Skyborn is a non-amaranth game in which humans are ruled by a winged race called the Skyborn. This fic contains mild spoilers, in the sense that anything revealed in fic was also revealed, in game, within the first half hour or so. I played the game a long time ago and am writing from memory. It should also be noted that my personal headcanon is that Sullivan's dad is evil. This is not game canon.
  3. notice: the forum move broke my table of contents and my on-site list of fics. my fics have been backed up to AO3. link in signature. Welcome back, me =) This is a story based on Skyborn, a steampunk-based game I played recently (I found it for 3$ on Bigfish Games). Since this story is written by someone who already played the game all the way through, it might be hard to follow if you haven't. Most game-relevant info only applies in book two, though. For book one, you just need to know some basic world-building information--- There's a species called Skyborn, basically humans with wings, who had a war with the humans and won (decisively). They rule the upper part of the city, and humans live (relatively peacefully, except in the slums) underneath. There's a third type of people, the half-breeds, i.e. children of skyborn and humans. They are illegal and hunted down by the skyborn. The Skyborn look down on all non-skyborn. In New Stormrook (the city in which the story takes place), the Skyborn command structure is very militarized. Rank is based on military merit. Obedience is highly valued. At the top of the totem pole is the Empress. This story consists of two books, although the first one is more like a prologue, and an interlude which bridges them: Book One: Dhacian Chapter One: New Stormrook Chapter Two: Old Stormrook Interlude Book Two: Ryler Chapter One Chapter Two ((Note: For people who played the game: I'm mostly following game canon. However, I never got to the Venom Depths so I'm just going to pretend they don't exist, and I'm retconning Sully's father to be much more evil (I don't know whether it will even show up explicitly in the story, but my background personal-canon for him is "evil", so if he does get mentioned you've been warned in advance). Also, since I did not save at crucial points in the story (crucial for fact-checking purposes, that is) I'm pretty much paraphrasing things from memory, and may also get lots of minor details (names etc) wrong. You can feel free to point those out to me and I'll correct them, but I don't care enough to worry about it myself. Also, I like making politics complicated, so... it will be.))
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    Rain and Roses

    notice: the forum move broke my table of contents and my on-site list of fics. my fics have been backed up to AO3. link in signature. This is fanfiction, yes. Just letting you know in advance so you don't get thrown off by the unfamiliar names --- Cael was happily pouring dirt on his sister’s head when Mother snatched him away and dragged him off to see his father. “Your son is making Dana cry again,” she said, in the tones of someone at the very end of their rope. “And before that he was shooting spitballs at the guards. And before that he got into the pantry and locked the door behind him- from the inside- and so I think maybe you should take him. Now.” “My son?” Father said, raising his eyebrows, but he reached out to take Cael anyway. Cael went happily over to his father. Father told funny stories and played games with Cael whenever he wasn’t busy ruling the kingdom. “And how did you lock yourself into the pantry?” He said, holding both of Cael’s hands and looking him straight in the eye, his tone grave but his eyes sparkling. “Mother’s lockpicks,” Cael said, seriously. Mother groaned. Father burst into laughter. “Anyway, if you could keep your eye on him before he burns the castle down-“ Mother began, and broke off. “No, Mia! Don’t eat that!” She ran to the corner of the room to snatch Mia up, removing the soggy spool of thread from Mia’s chubby fist. Mia burst into tears. “Shhh, shhh,” Mother said, bouncing Mia on her hip, but this only served to make Mia bawl louder. Father held out his hands. “Let me try,” he said, gently taking Mia from Mother’s arms. He threw her lightly in the air and caught her again. She began to giggle. “I don’t know why I bother,” Mother said, disgustedly. “They all favor you, anyway.” “Well, that’s because they take after you,” Father said. “It’s only natural they shouldn’t be able to resist my charms. At this Mother rolled her eyes. Father responded by pulling her against him. “Not in front of the kids, Ed-“ She warned. “Oh please,” Father said. “My parents were like this in front of me all the time and I still turned out fine.” “That is highly disputable- ” Mother began, before being cut off. Cael, thoroughly bored, wandered off to see if he could get past the palace guards. --- other parts: After Dana's fifth birthday... School was very boring ---- A/n: 1. Meet Cael. It took me ages to come up with his name and I'm still not happy with it, so suggestions would be nice. He's an adorable blond, blue-eyed nightmare. His parents argue over which of them he takes most after- he has Edward's love for getting into trouble combined with Mel's deft ability at creating it. (He will probably grow up to be King of Thais) No one knows where his little sister Dana came from- at five she's already a girly-girl and a goody-two-shoes. Her favorite occupations are playing house (wherein she keeps an extremely neat, organized household) and baking cookies. (She will probably grow up to be a priestess) As for Mia, she has an enormous inner reservoir of mischief but for now she mostly just points emphatically at whatever she wants, and needs to be kept away from small objects, which she is likely to swallow. (No one knows what she'll be, yet) For the record, I'm pretty sure Mel is a month or two pregnant in this fic so there are hypothetically other little Pendragons on their way. 2. This will possibly become a series of drabblets. 3. This is meant to tide me over till 3-4, which cannot come fast enough. I miss Mel/Ed like mad, not to mention that I HAVE A FIC. THAT I'VE WANTED TO WRITE SINCE 3-2. BUT IT REQUIRED ED/MEL TO BE OFFICIALLY MARRIED AND SO THAT HAD BETTER HAPPEN IN 3-4 BECAUSE KFDGLKDJ I REALLY WANT TO WRITE IT. (mind you, 3-4 being characterized as "Dark" is not raising my hopes for a happy wedding. BUT IT HAD BETTER HAPPEN FDGDFGDFG.)
  5. notice: the forum move broke my table of contents and my on-site list of fics. my fics have been backed up to AO3. link in signature. "I can handle this, back off, slave girl," He says, shoving his way between her and the chicken. "Oh, go cry in a corner why don't you," he says, sending a flash of magic towards the wolf that has her cornered against a tree. "It's not like I'm saying you're weak or anything, it's just that-- no, actually, you're totally weak, what am I saying," he says, when his Lightning Strike downs the griffin. "S-stupid ox got lucky," he says, spitting out blood and a tooth, "Stop smirking at me, you only survived because I covered you-- AAUGH watch where you shove that potion you stupd freak!" "well, isn't this nostalgic," he says, "Just Rhen and Lars, fighting together, plus me keeping your useless butt alive"-- but he's panting heavily from the exertion of keeping the slimes at bay with a steady stream of fireballs, covering her as she drags Elini's unconscious body to slump with Dameon's against a rock before turning her attention back to the fray. "Thanks for that save back there," he says, wiping the dirt and the blood off his face, "if I didn't known better I'd think you knew what you were doing with that whole flailing-around-with-a-sword thing," and with that he turns his attention back to stuffing a cassea leaf down the sun priest's throat (he likes to make it go deep enough that the prat would gag on his way back up). "Yes, well, you know how useless Rhen is, always managing to somehow get herself surrounded by a pack of hyenas all by herself, honestly sometimes it is more trouble than it's worth even trying to keep that girl alive-- What? No, of course I'm not jealous, I am very obviously far more suited to saving the world than she is, do you need your eyes fixed or something?!" "Oh, what's that, you need help finishing off this pack of monsters, what else is a LIGHTNING STORM for ahahahahahaha -- no I am not an evil villain that was not a cackle-- you know what you are stupid, alright? STUPID! Stop laughing at me! I am going to throw this mudball at you, I-- ALRIGHT YOU ASKED FOR IT! MUDFIGHT!" (and then they roll around laughing and every inch of their bodies aches and they are almost dead but they are alive, they are alive, they are alive--) "Seriously, idiot, you need to learn to take better care of yourself," he says, letting her head fall from his lap so fast you'd think he'd been stung, "you don't want people to have nasty things to say about former slaves and their ability to not suck at fighting, am I right? Of course I'm right, I'm always right-- Stop staring at me like that and eat your damn meatloaf." --He coughs violently, wheezing for air and gesturing desperately for someone to get him a glass of water-- "Over-- overprotective? Of Rhen? ME? I am not! I am NOT John if you don't stop laughing I am going to blast your head off-- Galahad-- IT BLOODY DOES EXIST AND YOU WILL BLOODY FEEL IT WHEN I TIME VORTEX YOU INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION IF YOU DON'T STOP GIGGLING LIKE A DERANGED TODDLER-- everyone here is insane, I have no idea why I am still with you guys-- Oh, hi Rhen, I didn't see you there, I am, um, I am, um, I just, um-- oh, never mind-- JOHN I WILL RIP YOUR ENTRAILS OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS I SWEAR." "Oh look, it's down to just the two of us again-- Wanna stay behind me for old time's sake? I'm kidding, I'm kidding, you take left flank, I'll take right, let's take down this big bad demon together, shall we?"
  6. Uncertainty principle is complete... (has been for a long time but i guess i never updated here)
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    Skyborn: Ryler's Story (updated 5/29/2013)

    unsure. i have a fairly complicated politics worked out but i just... blargh.
  8. i could actually totally be mixing them up, honestly. the only daevas i got attached to enough to really tell apart were saurva and agas (gee golly i wonder why) (zarich doesn't HAVE to be a girl......even as a cheerleader =D)
  9. of course the daevas are still around. weirdly enough at least one of them might be part of Dameon's computer geek group (i kinda vote indra). They're not really an official group unto themselves though. (ahriman probably has blackmail material on all of them. and other stuff. actually frankly ahriman has blackmail material on most of the school, and is an incredibly manipulative thing, but it's perfectly reasonable to assumes that each of the daevas owes her some extra loyalty for various reasons) Agas is probably the stereotypical bad boy with a leather jacket and a motorbike and obviously he got to join part of the... love pentagon? surrounding Rhen. (for sure at some point he helps her in her investigations of the weird monkey business going on) (truthfully, it's not so much a love pentagon because i didn't plan on developing rhen/dameon beyond a bare minimum implied one-sided attraction on his part. rhen's most heavily interested in Danny (who doesn't attend school with her, being from an insufficiently wealthy, snobby family-- but he provides emotional support for her issues and possibly attends the same after-school hand-to-hand combat classes (have not decided what it should be... karate or something...). after that, there's lars (the prat) and agas (so terrible! so attractive...). somewhere in the back of her mind dameon barely registers as an option (maybe if he had a less ridiculous hairstyle...). (actually, thinking about it, the attraction might go deeper on his side...) (Rhen: always bringing all the boys to her yard...) (further splitting of daevas would stick one or two of them as faces for Agas's biker group? Tawrich almost certainly, maybe someone else) saurva/eithera (as one of my otps) was included as a matter of course.
  10. Ahriman's a girl in this one, yeah =D I did start writing it actually... I dunno, it got bogged down and was less fun to write than to imagine.
  11. I don't think an AU would ruin the fun. I'm never going to actually write it, but I had an awesome Aveyond Highschool AU with YEARBOOK COMMITTEE POLITICS and it was awesome. here's the plot/character summary: 1. Rhen was raised by (Aveyond canon adoptive parents whose names I have forgotten). Once teenaged, a mysterious sunglasses man arrives, to inform her that her actual father is Devin Pendragon, and she gets sort of blackmailed into staying by him. No one knows why Alicia Pendragon dropped her infant daughter at the Taylor's house, and she died shortly thereafter (possibly suicide), so no one got to ask her. 2. While the Pendragons were once rather wealthy, POLITICAL SHENANIGANS have happened and drained the family fortune, so there's a really big mansion filled with pretty much no furniture or anything because everything's been sold and it's all decrepit and whatnot. [d]The mansion is called Thais[/d] 3. Rhen gets accepted into Aveyond High because she qualifies for the scholarship/her father still has barely enough political sway to make it happen. 4. Rhen is friends with the weirdo group, aka Te'ijal, Elini, and John who likes pirates. 5. While Te'ijal is part of the weirdo group she is also a cheerleader. A pretty talented one. The reason she joined the cheerleading squad is absolutely related to the enhanced stalking opportunities it offers re:stereotypical nice-guy jock galahad. 6. Ahriman is the cheerleading squad captain 7. yes. I did just say that. 8. Ahriman and Te'ijal have a weird kind of best frenemies relationship involving things like painting each other's toenails while bonding over how absolutely messed up and psychotic their families are. 9. Gyendal, Te'ijal's younger brother, has a crush on Ahriman that she totally creepily takes advantage of. 10. Ean and Iya are a cute pair of library nerds Enough with the side characters! What about lars! 11. Lars is of course the snobby king of the school (by law this should make him be ahriman's girlfriend, but they mutually loathe each other so he probably has some other queen bee instead like lydia). 12. Rhen's adoptive mother... was the tenobor family's cleaning lady. She used to bring rhen along. Child rhen and lars were therefore friends, until Lars was told that it was unacceptable for him to be friends with the "lower classes" and they had a nasty fight and the friendship ended. things went downhill from there because this wouldn't be rhen/lars if they didn't dislike each other. but... yeah. rhen knows a whole lot of lars's secret vulnerabilities because she used to be the one comforting him when he'd come crying to her (about being disgustingly neglected by his parents) when he was a little kid. 13. the student council is a near powerless identity, like it is in the real world (as opposed to manga... 9_9) but the YEARBOOK COMMITTEE is like the most powerful thing ever. 14. ...How you come across in the yearbook can actually seriously affect your job opportunities and future, and additionally being part of the yearbook committee is considered a hugely prestigious thing to stick on your college application. 15. obviously Lars runs the committee. 16. .....but how and why did Rhen end up on it also??? 17. and then there's hacking and blackmail and theft and pranks and all sorts of other goodness. WILL THE YEARBOOK SURVIVE.
  12. ...because I should be studying for my finals and I miss this fandom. =) --- directory: Renn/Lara more Renn/Lara, and genderflipped T/G from same universe Rhen/Lars through the stages (yes there's currently only R/L going on here... don't let it discourage you! prompt away!)
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    thanks for the art =) and you may headcanon steal away!
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    bah. I'm sorry. could I also ask you to give me two sentence summaries of all the other daevas personalities and like what Saurva's relationship with them is. (It probably won't even be relevant to the fic I just feel like I need some sense of Saurva's world to write him properly. Even if I do it from Elini's perspective (and I'm leaning more towards Saurva, but we'll see) I still feel a need for more of a sense of him. If you have a general idea of what his motives in life in general are or hey any other information/backstory/anything you have floating around that would be great. I have a vague idea what I'd like to write already but I want it to be meatier and for that I need more character info.. =D
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    Rhen/Lars while both of them hate each other If there were things in life that Rhen was grateful about, surely high up there on the list was that someone, somewhere, had the foresight to enspell the doors of the dorm rooms so that Rhen didn't have to worry about Lars sneaking in while she wasn't around. She had no doubt he would-- or more likely send a lackey, how the smarmy prat managed to so quickly form a circle of admirers was somethin Rhen didn't want to think about too much for fear of losing all faith in humanity-- because he certainly had managed to attempt everything else. It was fortunate that a subtle rivalry existed between the sorcerors and the swordsingers, enough so that her classmates sort of were on her side. Not really on her side-- no one really was-- but enough so that they didn't trip her in the hallways or any of the other nasty little pranks Lars's more enthusiastic followers got up to. One day she'd opened her locker to discover it absolutely swarming with spiders-- a harmless kind, better than what she'd had to clean our of the Tenobor house. Most of them dispersed (accompanied by shrieks all down the hall) but she grabbed one of the ones that remained by the leg (it obediently dangled the rest of its' body away, and it was a useful trick she'd learned with spiders-- oh, yes, she was quite an expert on spiders, and that was another thing to thank Lars for) and marched over to the study hall, where Lars was sprawled out on one of the chairs, explaining something, to two sorcerors, one of whom was from an older year. She dropped the spider on his face and had the immense satisfaction of hearing him shriek like a little girl as he jumped out of his seat, pawing at his face. "Is it gone?" He said, shuddering wildly. "Is it gone?" "No it's still there-- it just crawled onto your neck--" she lied. He began slapping at his neck and she said "you should be careful, it might be poisonous". This second lie, casually delivered, served to make his face drain completely of color, and he gave a little moan. Had it been anyone else in the universe she might have had pity on him. But it was Lars, and if he hadn't wanted her to take advantage of his arachnophobia he shouldn't have dumped a boxful of ammunition in her locker. "What do I do," he said, standing completely still. "You have to sing to them," she said. "That's what I always did, you know. It's the high pitch-- it knocks them out." And, to her delight, he was actually panic-stricken enough to believe her. He got in a whole three faltering notes before her self-control failed her and she collapsed in helpless laughter. At which point he stopped singing and looked at her, eyes narrowed. "It's not poisonous, is it," he said, very slowly. "It's not on your neck, either" she managed to get out. "I'll remember this," he hissed, dangerously cold. This was too much to her and she burst into fresh peals of laughter. "S-s-so will they!" she said, gesturing at the rest of the study hall. Most of them were staring, although at her gesture they all became somehow very busily involved in something very important. No, it wasn't going to be quickly forgotten, Lars Tenobor, making a fool of himself because of some silly little brownling spider. is different from Rhen/Lars when they are being very grudgingly forced to if not respect than at least rely on each other She was, as far as he could tell, on her last legs, fighting off one of the three wolves that had attacked them. Good, he thought, out of habit, but it wasn't good, because while one of the three was lying, bleeding and unconscious, on the ground, the one he was currently fending off was still very much doing well, and he couldn't handle two of them at once. If Rhen passed out, it was very likely he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. And then-- He moved, sending a blast of magic to cover her. -to be continued, maybe- is different from Rhen/Lars once Lars is fighting off (with a giant stick) awareness of his growing crush is different from Rhen/Lars post-apology, is different from Rhen/Lars when they finally get their act together and become the couple WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE. (which involves a few stages of Rhen realization first)
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    @Indra-- it doesn't need to be hugely creative. just a description of what kind of scene you're going for here. R/L is pretty broad-- a prompt would be like "Rhen has to save Lars's skinny sorcerer behind from a pack of enraged slimes" or something... Specifying approximately where in the relationship arc would also help. Rhen/Lars while both of them hate eachother (up till shortly after they start adventuring together) is different from Rhen/Lars when they are being very grudgingly forced to if not respect than at least rely on each other, is different from Rhen/Lars once Lars is fighting off (with a giant stick) awareness of his growing crush, is different from Rhen/Lars post-apology, is different from Rhen/Lars when they finally get their act together and become the couple WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE. (which involves a few stages of Rhen realization first) ....okay never mind, forget it, I appear to have prompted myself. But for future reference yeah. A few details sets the brain juices working. --- @Lindrah 1. Thank you! -blush- 2. Could you tell me what your personal Saurva is like? Daevas' personalities differ per person's fanon, and I can't really write him if I don't know what he's like. (In daeva_agas's first (second? the one before the current) round of personalities, I was a Saurva/Eithera shipper... -remembering the mafia AU where Eithera was an undercover cop-) 3. there's a reason for gender skew on these issues. that forcing attention on an unwilling woman was taboo was a form of protection that, well, women needed more than men. A man can be assumed to usually be able to at least physically push off a woman's unwanted physical attention (as constrained by whatever level of concern he has to not bruise her badly in the process) and a woman cannot (be assumed to be able to do that. some can, plenty can't). (similarly, the taboo against hitting girls, which does not go in both directions. well, male metabolisms much more naturally metabolize muscle over fat. an average boy is stronger than an average girl, and a strong boy is stronger than a strong girl...) There are of course no end of additional factors that could nonetheless make it unacceptable. Like stealing someone's soul, for example. But the default interpretation and the emotional reaction it inspires are for that reason. (The other reason being that all (single, available) men are assumed to be flattered by the interest of a woman more so than women are assumed to be flattered by the interest of a man. This is of course not really true or fair, but I assume has a biological basis.) (I was personally thinking of a story I'm familiar with, when a (married, and also somewhat innocent/sheltered) man was harassed by a coworker... actually, the level of harassment she got away with there would absolutely not have been tolerated in a man, so it's another sign of the double standard that it wasn't at all self-evident that he should sue her like mad. (I don't think he did, and now I'm trying to think if men ever file harassment suits...) the point being. while every social norm has countless unacceptable exceptions (female domestic violence springs to mind as well) it's not like they all sprang out of the ether of close-minded sexism... --- (the strong boy/girl thing of course came up in writing Renn. When Lara is a small, weak girl ("small" comes from kirroha, who described a sizable height difference between the two of them, "weak" as a carryover from my Lars being a total wimp and my headcanon about sorcerer stereotypes in general), it is rather shocking for Renn (quite strong, as a carryover from Rhen being quite strong, and perfectly reasonable canonically if he was a village boy doing physical labor) to be as physically aggressive as he is in what I wrote... It also means that he would probably feel a (grudging, bitter) need to protect Lara when she comes along (as opposed to Rhen blithely letting Lars get cassea'd as often as possible. (Because they totally do that in the beginning, letting each other get half killed. "Oh, i'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd be so useless oh wait actually I totally did".) He probably gets himself injured a lot trying to protect her from attacks and she probably hates him even more for it and they have this nasty little passive-aggressive thing going on between them for a while which eases off once Elin joins the party. In fact I imagine that unlike Rhen/Lars, it probably really needs a third person there to give them enough space to start overcoming their resentment, because Renn would refuse to take out his hatred the way Rhen would and that means it all gets bottled up and becomes stronger... Really thinking about it more... there's not just the issue of the two of them having less of an outlet to clear the air, Lara would also feel more looked down upon than Lars would, what with Renn being a noble idiot protecting her while hating her guts, which means she'd be even snottier... yeah, oh boy, those two definitely do not start reconciling until after Elin joins. Possibly well after.
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    a prompt of some kind would be appreciated
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    Te'ijal as a man is incredibly disturbing. The only reason Te'ijal as a woman is less so is because of that trope wherein if the woman is doing the harassment it's okay. (it's not). But yeah, because of reverse sexism, when Te'ijal's a woman you don't see how creepy it is for someone to steal someone's soul and return it only on the condition that they marry you. another example of reverse sexism is that Lara's behavior becomes a shade more acceptable when she's a girl, because girl being mean to boy > boy being mean to girl....
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    (blurble rambles on about pairing dynamics): Actually writing Renn/Lara is weird because a lot of the relationship dynamic shifts. I think Rhen always had a protective side but it would certainly be a more obvious thing-- I have to be the protector-- in Renn. also "Pet" is a way more affectionate obnoxious nickname than "Peta"... 9_9 Heh. Actually thinking about it R/L had in my mind mild gender-dissonance-- it was always obvious to me that Lars was a wimp and Rhen was way stronger than him-- but that dynamic becomes very different when Renn is stronger, and male, and Lars is weaker, and female, than when Rhen was the stronger girl. And the defining feature of Lars (to me) was always perfectly maintained confidence (even when not confident) versus Rhen's lack of confidence, which again becomes something different when it's Lara being confident. Mmm. Anyway. The point is, I was thinking about what would draw me to R/L again, in a genderswapped pairing. which would have to be, fundamentally, the core elements that drew me there before-- not just the standard reason, (which is that there's something so much more satisfying about a relationship that took work, rather than just emerging from fluffy nothingness a la Danny or was based on complete lies a la Dameon). --- In a pairing, there should be admiration. Admiring the other person comes from admiring what the other person naturally has, that you naturally need. The other half of the coin is understanding, is the things you share in common-- the sense of humor, the core values-- but for attraction there should be in the other person the thing you want in yourself that you lack. Hence, with Renn/Lara-- it would be Renn who would considerate, reliable, hardworking, sincere. And Lara who is confident, capable of reading other people easily, always landing on her feet. I imagine that once again it would Be L falling first-- Well, with both male and female L I think there was a subconscious attraction to R from fairly early on, suppressed by social taboos and prejudices and whatnot, so lots of telling him/herself what a terrible person R is, and then once they start traveling together it becomes really hard to miss R's various positive traits, how different s/he is in terms of patience and perseverance and grit. and it forces L to try harder-- well, really, the two of them force each other to try harder because they both hate losing-- and it seems inevitable that L would come to admire R. Whereas there's a lot less to immediately, obviously admire in L, because externally s/he's just not a very nice person, and so it would take more time, also for L to mature into less of a snot. But afterwards it makes sense that R would appreciate, both all the parts of L that L keeps very desperately hidden (integrity, kindness, hurt) and also everything L is good at that R is not. Because R is too serious and intense and gets too stuck in her own responsibility.
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    In which genderflipped Te'ijal/Galahad is really rather disturbing After a few days the boys decided something needed to be done. It was Renn who called Te'ijal over to the side, asking if they could talk. Renn got along, in an odd sort of way, with Te'ijal. But all of the boys were there. "Listen," Renn said. "You can't keep doing that." "Doing what?" Te'ijal said, his easy, lopsided smile stretched cheerily across his face. "You know," Elini said. "In Veldt there's a term for a man who imposes unwanted attentions on a woman." "It's not unwanted," Te'ijal said. "She said she doesn't want you to touch her!" Mar said. He was grinding his teeth, but that was how he always talked, like he was about to explode in rage. "She just doesn't realize yet, what she wants," Te'ijal said. "It doesn't matter, what she realizes or not. If she says she wants you to stop, you stop," Renn said. "Otherwise... Otherwise, we are going to have to ask you to leave." "...Leave?" Te'ijal said. He looked, for a moment, almost panic-stricken. "You cannot stay with us if you keep harassing Galahad," Renn said. "Right," Elin and Mar chorused in agreement. --- Galahad came and thanked all three of them, individually, afterwards. And she stopped waking up to discover Te'ijal wrapped around her. The no-touching policy was rapidly expanded to a "no touching and no comments" policy. It got to the stage where every time Te'ijal so much as opened his mouth in Galahad's presence he had the three boys glaring him into submission. So there was no more waking up to Te'ijal having snuck into her tent, again. And no more far-too-familiar physical contact when they fought, Te'ijal's hand brushing against her waist as he turned to slash down another monster. Te'ijal had decided to be a gentleman, and this was evidently a very difficult thing for Te'ijal to do. He brought gifts. He held doors open (with a light smirk. Because both Te'ijal and Galahad knew full well that Galahad could open doors just fine on her own). And he never called Galahad "cupcake" or "treat" or "precious". No, he called her "Galahad". But he said it always, in a low whisper. Pulling the name out. Playing with it. And he'd watch the blood rise to her face and smile. In which Renn is horrified to realize that Lara is not, in fact, horrifically ugly They were out of cassea leaves, which was a stupid, stupid, stupid oversight. And half of the party was passed out. Actually Renn would have rather been carrying Galahad. If only to keep her out of Te'ijal's hands, but Te'ijal had dashed over to Galahad's fallen body so fast no one could have hoped to beat him. Renn had even tentatively suggested that maybe he should take her. But Te'ijal had glared, for a moment truly terrifying, lips drawn back to show fangs. Then he relaxed, and smiled. "I won't eat her," he said. "I'm taking it slow, like you suggested." Actually, that had not been-- not quite-- what Renn had suggested. But after a while Renn had started to realize it was a hopeless battle. If you were a vampire who might very well live close to forever, there was very little you could be told to get you to really back off the object of your interest. Anyway, that left Mar to carry Elin and Renn.. carrying Lara. She was very light in his arms. Breathing shallowly, blood oozing out of her cuts. She always walked with a sort of careless grace but she fought like a demon. Odd, how he'd come to rely on her, considering how bitterly opposed he'd been to having her join him. "Reliable" was not a word he would ever have imagined applying to Lara Tenobor. And yet... the world was full of surprises, really. It was weird carrying a girl. Her head resting against his shoulder. Only a little bit further to walk, and they'd be back in town, and someone could run ahead and buy some cassea leaves. ("Someone" being Jane, of course). In his arms, Lara groaned. She was sweating, her face twisted in pain. How many hits had she taken before she'd fallen? He'd tried to move, to cover her, but Elin had been down to his knees and there was another monster in the way-- He was supposed to be the leader, protecting everyone, and sometimes he was scared he couldn't do it, couldn't protect anyone-- "Sorry," he whispered. He didn't expect a response, he was pretty sure she was essentially unconscious, but to his surprise she stirred and said-- "Idiot." There was no real acid to her voice, exhausted and taut with pain. But-- exasperation, a little. "Not your fault..." her voice trailed off, her eyes closing. His hands weren't exactly in position, but he wanted-- wanted to brush away the hairs that had fallen across Lara's face, tuck them behind her ear. He froze at the thought, at the shiver that ran through his body. What was he thinking? This was Lara. The snotty little brat who had made his life a living hell. The short, cocky little pain. Hardly a real girl, she was so full of herself, so arrogant, so-- But when they entered the city and he laid her, carefully, on a bench, to wait for the cassea leaves, he couldn't help but notice-- Lara smelled like wildflowers.
  21. Blurble

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    In order to write Renn/Lara drablets set later in the story than what you have, I would need to invent my own timeline. So here it is. Renn/Lara learn together in the academy. Lara's habit of calling him "Pet" starts some fairly strange aka totally predictable rumors about them. Renn has a fanclub (because my personal fanon based on your first few chapters is that Renn is a giant chick magnet), and in theory the fanclub might try to pull cliche japanese manga-esque pranks on Lara but she pretty much intimidates/terrifies all of them into submission (Renn, blissfully unaware of any and all females but Dayna, is also blissfully unaware of his fanclub and of everything else). I'm not sure how Lara manages to get allowed to accompany Renn on the quest (as a girl, protecting a boy comes off as a somewhat lamer reason). But we'll assume that (like anyway might have been implied in the game) Lara is by far the strongest sorceror in their grade and let's just say in all the current grades of the school. Maybe there are some other reasons, as well. (I imagine there must be, for the Empress to overrule Renn's objections. Not that it made sense in the game either. [d]Let's pretend male!Talia and the Emperor are R/L shippers[/d]. I'm all in favor of the oracle having said that Renn's quest will only succeed if Lara goes along. No need for anyone to mention this to Renn because no one ever tells Renn anything anyway) --- I don't know what your genderflipped names are, so I'm just going to use the same names but the genders will be different. edit: halfway through, abandoned that, end ended up with elin and mar. weirdly enough teijal AND galahad stay the same. jane i got from the poll in your thread. if you tell me the correct name i'll fix it.
  22. could you please explain what on earth Lara is talking about?
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