xsilurian:

               [ Emerald eyes which matched soft scales, 
                 moved upwards to her’s, blinking simply.
                 Different ; yet something  n e w. ] 

        ❝Are you a mutant of some kind?
                       Or just not of this world?❞ 

            <sub>[ Her sanity not being questioned is a happy
              change of pace. The word choice —- not 
              so much. ]

     ❝ I’m human. I just hear the music. Well…
         maybe there is a mutation. Your guess
         is as good as mine. ❞</sub> 

xsilurian:

           ❝ Sound? What is it your referring to if not speech?❞

             _{A question always asked with no clear answer.
         She does her best to be sensible. Lips hesitantly 
             parting to explain herself.}

                  _{❝ Every living thing has a song. I think it is
                  the sound people making just єχιѕтιηﻭ —-
                      I can’t clarify any more than that. ❞}

learnedskill:

    _{“ I was not always like this, no.
                It took many years for me to accept this as it is. “}

        _{« I like you. »}

               _{It is a thoughtful admission that makes her lack of
            options more difficult. Really, there are none. She can
               be of no help.  After a long moment of silence, she
            offers an apologetic smile.}

        _{« I know your name. I have not given mine.
              It is Nienna. »}

xsilurian:

            ❝Just because I am green does
               not mean I am an alien.❞

           _{❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.  I was more 
              interested in the way you sound than the way 
              you look — I don’t mean your voice, I just…
              Oh, nevermind me. I do like the way you sound. ❞}

“You’re imperfect, and you’re wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.” — Brene Brown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

luminumx:

 ▏▎▋☼ 

     ❝Of course she does!
       She keeps me from people for my own safety;
       people will cut my hair off if I go outside.❞

           She believed her mother.
               She knew her intentions were good.

                                                        _{You poor child.}

       _{To blatantly tell her would be too jarring, too cruel. No–
        Nienna would much rather lead her to the conclusion.} 

                 _{« And.. for your hair to be cut, that would hurt you?
                    Or inconvenience you? It seems to me that perhaps
                    it being so long may be more difficult.»}

katekaz:

“Estë the gentle, healer of hurts and of weariness, is Irmo’s spouse. Grey is her rainment; and rest is her gift. She walks not by day, but sleeps upon an island in the tree-shadowed lake of Lórellin.”

"Nienna is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began.”

It was a busy weekend, but I’m catching back up!

rpmissionboard:

The Body of Meme

Brain: my character or yours, trying to instigate a deep conversation
Head: either your character or mine, giving the other a headache.
Eyes: My character will tell yours about something they see every day.
Lips: Our characters will share a kiss
Neck: My character or yours, biting the other one on the neck.
Shoulders: My character helping to share a burden with yours.
Arms: either my character or yours, protecting the other.
Chest: My character getting their feelings about yours in the open.
Stomach: Our characters going our for a meal.
Hands: My character giving yours applause.
Fingers: My character will write your character a letter.
Butt: either my character or yours will slap the other on the butt
Thighs: Our characters sharing a sensual moment between each others thighs
Knees: Our characters in a scary situation
Legs: Our characters running together
Ankles: My character or yours, confessing a weakness to the other
Feet: either my character or yours, getting a foot massage from the other
Toes: My character will leave yours on edge.

valiantfindekano:

          “It has been an Age since I last felt important. I had a kingdom once; I lost it. I miss the responsibility.” 

         « Responsibility is not what makes people important.. »