Destiney watched Nozomi with curious eyes. Not missing the searching look the Au Ra woman gave their surroundings. The healer moves over towards a nearby tree where her gear was sitting as Nozomi spoke.
“You’re in the Twelveswood of course. Pretty deep in. Hence why I asked if you were in danger. This far in the odds of running across bandits is much higher.” Destiney says calmly as she picks up the long bow and her bag from where they sat. “I grew up in these woods. If you need help getting somewhere, I can get you there. Even if it is just getting unlost so you can get home.”
Destiney turns around back to Nozomi with a warm smile and a hand to her chest as she bows slightly in greeting. “How could I forget. I’m Destiney Delvanguard. You’re welcome to call me Destiney though. I had been taking a break when I heard you moving about in the woods.”
Famous first lines of poetry! BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // here is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
// hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of
darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me
when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas
brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep,
// in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you
love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery
not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows //come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them–which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn’t a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.
fictional characters that are realists: hermione granger, dana scully, thorin oakenshield, lestrade (from sherlock), leia organa, willow rosenberg
other personality types that go with this: ravenclaw, horned serpent, poseidon, artemis
I’m having a bit of a rough week…so I turn to you, my lovelies!
Could you perhaps reblog this with some screenies of your RP couples, partnerships, friendships, rivalmances and everything in between? Show me the beautiful babies and spread the love for your fellow RP partners!
Destiney’s eyes first went wide in surprise as she halted her steps. Only for a moment before her expression became a worried frown as she looked over the woman who had appeared. She knelt down where the Au Ra woman had slid to a seat against the tree. Her hands reached out but stopped before touching the woman. Hard to resist the urge to be a healer automatically. However she knew better then to touch or help without permission. At least not when an injury wasn’t life threatening.
“I’m a healer. I can help you. Is it alright if I do so?” Destiney asked as she looked towards the Nozomi’s face. “If the arm is broken then it will need set before being healed. I can also check over you and make sure nothing else is injured. But only with your permission.”
Destiney nods hoping to make this quick to avoid causing the woman any more pain then needed. Her hands were gentle as she placed them on Nozomi’s arm as she closed her eyes. Letting her aether tell her how bad the break was and where she would have to set the bone back to it’s proper placement. It was a like a gentle cooling sensation as she examined the arm in that fashion.
“Sorry.” Destiney grimaced with an apology as she took a good hold of the arm where needed and quickly set the broken bone. Once it was set she let her aether set about repairing the damage done. Removing her hands when she was satisfied the bone would hold up. “I would suggest taking it easy for a little bit and let the rest heal naturally. Maybe a couple of days. Unless you’re in dire enough straits that you need it completely healed now.”
Destiney looked over Nozomi, making sure there were not any other bad wounds in need of treatment. Her head tilted in contained curiosity for a moment before looking around to make sure no one had been hunting the woman she had just healed. “Is there somewhere I can help you get to? Are you in immediate danger? I’m not much of a fighter but if you’re in some kind of trouble, I can help.”
Spirit of the Warlock 