“My family of course. Because at the end of the day no matter what happens I always still have them to return to. When they were threatened I was willing to do whatever I needed to keep them safe. Even if it meant my freedom or my life.”
“Hmm… No. Not currently anyways. My family is strong enough that they don’t need me to protect them even if I was interested in such trivial things.” He frowns and looks away. “Research is not really worth such a sacrifice even if I were to come across some great find. I don’t make bargains like that.”
“I would like to find what I am meant for in this world. Maybe someday settle down with a person I love. Right now though I am just taking things day by day. I have faith I will find where I belong eventually. What the Twelve wish for me. I know I am still alive because there is a reason. So surely I can achieve whatever that divine plan for me is before I die.”
Destiney in more recent years has taken on a less confrontational approach to battle. Preferring healing and protecting her allies rather then actually fighting. Her first and foremost actions are always to try an aetherically shield her allies in some way. If that fails, fix their wounds so they are not dying. (Non-lethal wounds are better saved for after battle treatment.) Often when she is geared for healing she will have Daisy at her side to aid in keeping her allies fighting. Sometimes even going as far as to borrow Daisy’s strength to increase her own if the situation calls for more drastic measures.
She knows a few offensive spells but not many. Mostly for her own protection if she happens to be without a weapon. Though she is known for hitting people with a book if she needs to…
She is also a Gridanian trained archer. She had all the necessary skills to be a member of the Gods’ Quiver like her father but changed her paths due to events in her life. Yet she still keeps her skills sharp even if not often used in actual battle as much.
Tagged by: @samurulantis (I hope I did this right. XD I tried to go off of yours for an example.)
Destiney sat there at the table in Soren and Lloire’s kitchen. Notebook and various writing and drawing stuff spread out. A snack towards the center with a glass of juice. Her shoulder was stiff but healing from the arrow she had taken. The second round of medicine that Soren had left for her had been taken. Of course she could have healed her own injury by now that she was better recovered. But was it worth it?
A heavy sigh as she stretched a little bit before picking up a pen to begin writing. The thoughts had been on her mind since last night when she had come to Soren dying. Fingers went to her lips for a brief moment. Remembering that startling kiss he had used to shock her back awake. The apologies and words exchanged after she was out of danger. How much would change between them since their heart shredding fight even though they had apologized to one another… Would things be the same or would they alter? She wasn’t sure but at least she still had had him as her precious friend even if not as anything more. Yet she still wished to write in her journal on the thoughts that had been swirling in her head since.
An odd pairing to be true. What had drawn the angel to such a dark and troubled soul? How was it that two such opposite creatures had become so close? So entangled in each other.
An Angel. Come to explore the world and all it had to offer. Curiosity that burned so bright. Only to be wounded and trapped by the monsters that were eager to devour such a warm and brilliant light.
Alone with broken wings. Threatened to be consumed by the darkness. The angel felt so terribly alone. Yet there were some monsters not so eager to devour such a creature. Curiosity called to them to this beautiful creature of light.
Yet one stood out more then the other monsters who she managed to befriend. One who made her feel like more then some shiny jewel to be guarded like treasure. One whom she began to feel closer towards then the other few monsters who chose to pay attention to her without harming her. A monster with green tattoos on his face.
That monster protected her from those that meant her harm. Watched over her from a distance at first. Yet something about her drew him in like a moth to a flame. Her light was a temptation he couldn’t resist. So he drew closer to her despite knowing what she was. Despite knowing they were like opposite sides of a coin.
Something about his particular darkness drew her in. She wanted to be a light for him. For this monster… He made her feel safe and happy. For the first time since she had been injured she truly felt safe when he was around.
Together they were stronger. The angel healed his wounds and offered his tormented soul bits of peace. While he protected and sheltered her from the very monsters who wanted to devour her. There was a sort of harmony to the balance they brought each other.
Together they were so much more. Light and dark didn’t matter. Angel and monster didn’t matter. Together they were special. They were whole and they were as close as two friends could be. That was what mattered most. That they had each other no matter what the world threw at them.
Destiney yawned as she traded in her pen for things to begin drawing. She wanted to make a picture to go with this. Something about it felt right. Felt proper. She wasn’t the best at art. Nor did she know is she would ever show anyone what she wrote or drew. Yet all that mattered was the peace of mind doing this had given her.
As she finished she set her head down on the table. Her mind had been too full with thoughts to have slept well despite her injury. Now that she felt spent… Now all she wanted was to sleep again. Soren would probably sigh and shake his head that she was choosing to take a nap at the table. Probably should have closed her journal even so he wouldn’t see. Sleep however was stronger. Her eyes drifted close with a warm smile on her face.
Spirit of the Warlock 