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DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

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(Destiney and Stefan both had a rather average childhood and loving home life. Their parents were supportive and kind. Destiney had friends and actively went exploring with her best friend. Stefan often played the loner and sat at home with books. Things didn’t fall apart for them at home until about they were about fifteen. Stefan ran away and Dest was sent to Ishgard to other relatives. Dad was killed in the fighting with the Garleans. Dest still goes home to visit her mother at times now though.)

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(Lance’s home life was a bit stern and cold especially after he reached an age to be old enough to begin learning to use a sword. His parents expected a lot from him as the eldest son. He was expected to serve House Dzemael and marry well. He pretty much disappointed them on both of those things. Which began the divide between him and his father an grandfather. So his family life has been strained for a long time.)

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(Keaira had a very happy home life. She the eldest of four kids to a father who works in the Brass Blades and a mother who is an alchemist. Her parents have always encouraged her to pursue her interests and explore the world. They want her to make a life for herself.)

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(Alexois… Oh boy. His is the tragic home life. Father who refused to acknowledge him. Mother who didn’t care about him and sold him to a highborn Ishgardian. Rescued by his mentor who taught him to be the cruel man he is today.)

(Thanks for asking anon!)

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

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(Destiney doesn’t always obtain a lot of injuries with being a healer but she has had three significant life threatening ones. Prior to becoming a healer she nearly died to some Imperials. One had pierced her shoulder with his lance to pin her to a wall. Only for his buddy to stab Dest in the chest with his sword. It would have been a killing blow had her Uncle, Leon, and Moon Dove not been coming to the rescue as it happened. One of her injuries hadn’t been physical, it was a curse. Her FC at that time helped lift the curse before it could kill her. The most recent was her being careless in the South Shroud while helping the Gods’ Quiver. She took a poisoned arrow to the same shoulder she had been struck by that Imperial years before. She made it to Soren in time for him to take care of her since she wasn’t thinking clearly from fear and pain.)

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(Lance has taken a lot of small injuries over his years working as an Ishgardian knight. So far his worst has been the shoulder Leera pierced outside of Dragonhead. Tara tended it only for his own father to reopen the wound. The problem was it was his sword arm which restricted what he was able to do if he decided to listen to Tara. Which he did though he really wanted to be fighting fit faster then she wanted to allow. Raiden though fractured some bones when the two of them fought. I think it was his lower forearm of his shield arm and a couple of ribs.)

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(Alex… His worse injuries are most recent. He’s suffered a LOT of injuries over the years but Soren pretty much about gutted and sliced him to ribbons in their fight recently. He probably would have died if Aeri hadn’t saved him. He’s still currently recovering. He had numerous scars on his back from an Ishgardian highborn which he has recently had a black stylized dragon tattooed over. The scar on his face over his one eye is from Lancefer back when they had their falling out. Or well when Alex was forced to betray Lance for the job he was working.)

(Thanks for asking anon!)

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

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“Yes. A few things… Like the Imperials I killed years ago in revenge for my father’s death. It was also an attempt to get myself killed too. There was also the time I listened in on a private conversation between Oni, Aimee, and Frost before passing on what I learned to Leera for fear they were going to hurt him. Also the fight I recently had with Soren. Some of the words I said… They were very wrong and unacceptable.”

(Thanks for asking! @winterdeepelegy )

Pride: What is your muse’s biggest flaw?

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(Caring too much. It is her biggest flaw and also her part of what makes her who she is. Problem is it often leads to her getting hurt in someway. Especially when she finds herself caring about people like Leera and Soren. She is basically like the light to their darkness.)

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(Stubbornness. He might be good and honorable but he has a strong stubborn streak. Few have actually been able to make him back down when he’s being stupidly stubborn. Especially stubborn if it involves his immediate family. He seems to often defy them in one way or another.)

(Thanks for asking! @eaoisnotawhore )

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

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(Destiney is quite the mixed bag. She often wears her heart on her sleeve and cares far too much. Which often ends up with her getting hurt somewhere along the line. When it comes to family, she often her most courageous. She is made of love, light, and hope. With a small touch of darkness. Darkness you ask? That is what I like to consider the self-doubt and things she still on occasion has darken her mood and make her self-destructive. She’s not without her flaws despite how light-aligned she is. She’s been through a lot of growth and healing though.)

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(Lance is made of steel, courage, and honor. He is my precious Haillenarte serving knight. He’s not afraid to fight and bloody his hands if it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. Despite being born to an upper class family, he doesn’t behave like it except in the masks he wears until he trusts someone. He’s humble and does his best to try and restore the Haillenarte name by doing the best work he can. He’s also very protective of his cousins as he has grown quite fond of them over time. Well very protective of the Haillenarte kids too. He pretty much hero worshiped Lord Chlodebaimt for Steel Vigil.)

(Thanks for asking! @gogocatninja)

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Destiney chewed on her lower lip as he finally admitted to part of what was troubling him. Saying she was sorry for his loss felt hollow. She knew the pain of that kind of loss. How much it hurt. Words seemed hollow in comparison.

There was an urge to hug him but knew he probably wouldn’t welcome the contact. Not that kind of contact. Especially in his current state. Instead she merely walked over to him and tried to lightly put a hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort. “Basteaux… I know words can not make this better… But I understand the feelings. Please don’t let this destroy you. I know we’re two different people. Yet I understand the rage and pain of that kind of loss. I was down that road when my father died to Imperials. Whatever you need right now… I’d like to be there for you.”

Every muscle tenses and Bast shifts slightly to move his arm away from the touch. There is no force in it, no raging strikes or violent brush-off; just a quiet rustle of fabric as he pulls away. “Going on four years,” he says, shaking his head. “I only found out recently. Between that bit of information and Briar, I don’t think–” he breaks off and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub the inner corners of his eyes. “How I feel about it makes no difference. She’s long gone now. The world is the same today as it was yesterday, or last year, or five years past; I already made sure of that when I removed her from my life. I have no right to mourn a loss I already forced once upon myself.”

Inhaling quickly, Basteaux lets the breath out in one short, sharp gust. “I need to stop allowing myself to drink to excess, remind myself of my place in this, and go home. Your offer of comfort is made out of kindness, but it’s more than I deserve.” Self-pity doesn’t weigh his shoulders, he instead glancing down at her with a quiet sort of pained resolve. “Goodnight.”

If Dest had fur she would have bristled like an annoyed cat. Thankfully she didn’t though. Stubborn male. Should just let him walk away. Should just let him be an idiot if that was what he wanted to do. Instead she found herself standing in front of him. All six fulms of sassy healer now that nothing else had worked.

“Basteaux…” She huffed before pulling the book from her waist and bringing it up to bop him lightly on the head, yet hard enough to make a point. “That is -not- a healthy way to deal. She is your sister for Twelves sake. You have every right to mourn her, four years late or not. My brother ran away from us at fifteen. Had I found out he died in the years he shut us out I would have still mourned his pain in the butt anyways. He is family to me just as your sister is family to you regardless of whatever happened between you. You may not think you deserve kindness but you are going to get it anyways because despite what -you- think… I think you do deserve it. That maybe it is long overdue even.”

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Destiney chewed on her lower lip as he finally admitted to part of what was troubling him. Saying she was sorry for his loss felt hollow. She knew the pain of that kind of loss. How much it hurt. Words seemed hollow in comparison.

There was an urge to hug him but knew he probably wouldn’t welcome the contact. Not that kind of contact. Especially in his current state. Instead she merely walked over to him and tried to lightly put a hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort. “Basteaux… I know words can not make this better… But I understand the feelings. Please don’t let this destroy you. I know we’re two different people. Yet I understand the rage and pain of that kind of loss. I was down that road when my father died to Imperials. Whatever you need right now… I’d like to be there for you.”

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Destiney didn’t show any sign of being afraid of him. Her hands were folded behind her back casually as she looked at him. Daisy fluttered off her shoulder to go plop her sparkly butt onto a nearby rock. Almost as if the fairy was giving the two of them space.

“Because I want to.” She said it casually as she looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes for a moment. She looks down at the water before crouching down to pick up a pebble. She plunks it into the water. “Do I need a reason to want to help someone or be their friend?“ Another pebble and another plunk into the water. Her voice dropping softly. “I know what it is like to want to be alone and isolated. The guilt and pain that eats away at the cracks in your soul. It’s in your behavior tonight. I can see the storm in your eyes.”

She blows out a sigh as she dusts her hands off on her pants as she stands up and looks at him with a smile. “Then again maybe I assume too much. Besides! Maybe I just have a weakness for beautiful music. Maybe I’m just jealous the woods get to hear it so purely and unaffected.”

‘I can see the storm in your eyes,’ Destiney says, and the rest of the world turns to white noise. The aforementioned eyes widen and Bast stumbles a half-step backward. It must be an inadvertently accurate turn of phrase. There’s no way she could know.

She keeps talking- as if her words have not already set him reeling. Basteaux struggles to comprehend her continuing speech, to cudgel his mind into properly hearing and translating sounds into words. He’s better than this. He can hold a proper conversation without going to pieces. Even intoxicated, he can do this.

“You may have some understanding of being alone,” he finally agrees, his smooth baritone cracked and jagged. “But this is not nearly so simple. Trust me when I say that I am not the man you seem to think I am. You’d do better to stay away from me, and I should know better than to allow you to have gotten this far. Especially if you see the storm in my eyes. That should be your direst indicator to run.”

A slight tilt of her head, a curious look in her gaze. Still no hint of fear or that she might turn and run away. Too stubborn for her own good maybe. Yet playing with other dangerous predators had seemed to numb her fear. Or maybe she didn’t really fear her own death. It was hard to say. Something she hadn’t really giving a lot of thought to.

“Basteaux… Nothing in life is simple. I’d be a fool if I thought that way. I have seen and been through so much in the last eight years. I appreciate your concern for my well being however… I don’t scare that easily. But…” She holds her arms out wide, her expression as calm as her voice. “Do not decide for me what is best for me. If you are such a danger then prove it. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She moves a arm forward, almost extending the hand towards Bast as if to offer him her hand. Soft icy blue aether flickering at her fingertips. “I can protect myself.”

“The Basteaux I met… The Basteaux I see… Is strong. Yet I see something wrong as well. I just want to help. Because I care.”

“It is better for everyone that I do not ‘prove it’,” Basteaux replies. “It is not a lure I give into by choice.” As Destiney reaches toward him, the aether dancing on her fingertips, Bast actually recoils and takes several more steps away from her.

After a moment of watching the play of light on her hand, Basteaux lifts his gaze to meet Destiney’s. When he speaks it’s with more stability, although there’s a brittle aspect like they’re both walking a fine line. “What is magic to you, Destiney? Is it a tool? A means to an end? A drug that you need to keep getting a fix of to survive?” The change of subject is abrupt and the questions are anything but shy or tentative. Yet he still appears to be the one feeling fear.

Destiney hadn’t missed that recoil at her aether use. Her hand closed and the sparkling light vanished. His questions making her contemplative. Her hand opens again as she glances off towards Daisy on the rock. The sparkling fairy flutters over to the waiting hand, spinning about like a dancer.

“Magic is not a drug. Nor is it entirely a tool or a means to an end. Magic for me is life. It is not good nor is it evil. It is all in how one decides to use it. I am still breathing after I tried to kill myself because of the very magic I can now preform.” She smiles at Daisy as the fairy stops spinning to sit down on her hand, little feet dangling over the side of her hand and kicking in the air. “Daisy once worked alongside my Uncle and together they saved my life.” A small, soft smile as she moved her gaze from her companion to the duskwight. “I use it to heal. To save lives as mine was saved. I might still at times work with a bow as that day that we met. But my main profession now is as a healer. Yet Daisy is a product of that magic and I would never consider her a tool. She has her own personality. She is her own being. Much like the elementals that call the Twelveswood home.”

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(continued from here @duskrecluse )

Destiney didn’t show any sign of being afraid of him. Her hands were folded behind her back casually as she looked at him. Daisy fluttered off her shoulder to go plop her sparkly butt onto a nearby rock. Almost as if the fairy was giving the two of them space.

“Because I want to.” She said it casually as she looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes for a moment. She looks down at the water before crouching down to pick up a pebble. She plunks it into the water. “Do I need a reason to want to help someone or be their friend?“ Another pebble and another plunk into the water. Her voice dropping softly. “I know what it is like to want to be alone and isolated. The guilt and pain that eats away at the cracks in your soul. It’s in your behavior tonight. I can see the storm in your eyes.”

She blows out a sigh as she dusts her hands off on her pants as she stands up and looks at him with a smile. “Then again maybe I assume too much. Besides! Maybe I just have a weakness for beautiful music. Maybe I’m just jealous the woods get to hear it so purely and unaffected.”

‘I can see the storm in your eyes,’ Destiney says, and the rest of the world turns to white noise. The aforementioned eyes widen and Bast stumbles a half-step backward. It must be an inadvertently accurate turn of phrase. There’s no way she could know.

She keeps talking- as if her words have not already set him reeling. Basteaux struggles to comprehend her continuing speech, to cudgel his mind into properly hearing and translating sounds into words. He’s better than this. He can hold a proper conversation without going to pieces. Even intoxicated, he can do this.

“You may have some understanding of being alone,” he finally agrees, his smooth baritone cracked and jagged. “But this is not nearly so simple. Trust me when I say that I am not the man you seem to think I am. You’d do better to stay away from me, and I should know better than to allow you to have gotten this far. Especially if you see the storm in my eyes. That should be your direst indicator to run.”

A slight tilt of her head, a curious look in her gaze. Still no hint of fear or that she might turn and run away. Too stubborn for her own good maybe. Yet playing with other dangerous predators had seemed to numb her fear. Or maybe she didn’t really fear her own death. It was hard to say. Something she hadn’t really giving a lot of thought to.

“Basteaux… Nothing in life is simple. I’d be a fool if I thought that way. I have seen and been through so much in the last eight years. I appreciate your concern for my well being however… I don’t scare that easily. But…” She holds her arms out wide, her expression as calm as her voice. “Do not decide for me what is best for me. If you are such a danger then prove it. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She moves a arm forward, almost extending the hand towards Bast as if to offer him her hand. Soft icy blue aether flickering at her fingertips. “I can protect myself.”

“The Basteaux I met… The Basteaux I see… Is strong. Yet I see something wrong as well. I just want to help. Because I care.”