From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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He breathes contently, eyes closed as he listens to her and his head faces then ceiling. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips as she responds and he listens to her, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Anytime.” He responds, a drawl to his voice but it’s clear he’s tired (but also that he means it). It’s been an eventful day after all. But with her resting on his chest, he finds it comforting, normal, like he could open his eyes and find himself back home where things were dangerous and fun and normal.
But her next question as he traces on her back takes him by surprise, and a louder laugh escapes his lips as his steel eyes open and he glances down to her. “A snow—what, now?” He asks her, a brow raised. His home having been a place where it never snowed, the term hidden in his mind from what it could mean. Let alone what a man made out of it would look like. And he couldn’t even guesstimate it with the circles he’s drawn poorly on her back.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She heard his head shift on the blankets and pillows. His confusion surprised her, and she laughed a little at the look on his face. "A snowman! Don't tell me you've never seen or made one!" she said with a little grin. She tilted her head back, looking at his chest, trying to think about how best to explain it. "It's just what it sounds like, a man made out of snow. You roll the snow until you have three balls, each slightly smaller than the last. The biggest one goes on the bottom. Then the medium sized one. Then the little one."
As she spoke, she traced the shapes on his chest, so he imagine through touch what it looked like. "Then you put sticks in the sides to be arms, and use charcoal for the eyes and mouth and buttons, and a carrot nose, and you put a hat and scarf on it too." she said, tilting her head back up then to smile at him. "A snowman."
His head shakes in a small amount of confusion as she asks him if he’s made one. Honestly, the poor man has no idea what snow even is, and his brows furrow in further confusion. But he watches her as she becomes animated when she speaks of it, smiling softly as she explains and draws on his chest. He tries to imagine it, the sticks in place of the arms and charcoal for eyes and buttons.
He chuckles to her as she finishes her explanation. “Okay, but Phoebe...” He pauses, sitting up slightly. “What’s snow?” He asks with another chuckle. It doesn’t come often to him to hear of something he doesn’t understand, but finds it’s hard to avoid if there’s so many people coming from different worlds. His brow raises in a silent question.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She looked up at him in confusion as he sat up, using the arm that was beneath her to prop herself up. His question caught her equally off guard, and she stared at him with wide brown eyes, her tousled blonde hair falling around her shoulders. "You...you've never seen snow?" she said in surprise, blinking at him. That there were places with no snow at all made her pause. It seemed so...strange. How could such places exist where there was no change in the seasons?
"Uh, well..." she said, lips pursing and brow furrowing. How to explain snow in a way that didn't sound totally insane? "Well, in some seasons it gets really cold, it is called Deepfrost here, and so when it rains the droplets freeze. That's called snow. But it isn't hard like ice, it's sort of soft and fluffy and you can squish it together to make shapes, like the balls for the snowmen." she said with a small smile.
Much like him, she grows confused with his question and he chuckles with another shake of his head. He sits up and she follows, propping her head up while Jata’s other hand continues to rub and touch her back while she explains it. His head tilts slightly but he supposed it makes sense, as he thinks on it. “Huh.” He offers unhelpfully. “I guess this will be my first experience with it.” He lifts his shoulders with a small shrug before he settles back down to stare at the ceiling.
“It never got cold enough back home, I’m guessing. We never had anything freeze. It was always hot or flooding.” He explains, tapping his fingers along her spine. He glances down to her again inviting her in to cuddle further. “Hence the learning to swim.” He tells her with a quiet chuckle.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The touches on her back felt nice, and we quite kind of him to do. He had seemed a bit rough around the edges at first, but it seemed that it was perhaps just a bit of a shield, and underneath he was really quite a sweet fellow. "You'll need to make sure you've got clothes that cover your chest by then or you'll freeze." she teased. He did seem, in the short time she had known him, rather like he didn't care for shirts. He either didn't wear them or only barely had one on.
But he laid back down and so did she, cuddling up to him again. Her torso by the was more or less entirely draped over him, a comfy man pillow beneath her. "I can't imagine living in a place that's hot all the time." she said quietly, her own fingers making lazy movements along his side. "The next few months will be quite the surprise for you." she said, smiling against his chest.
He chuckles a rumbling sound to her at her comment. “What? It’s my best feature.” He jests briefly before she cuddles up to him. “I suppose I could find a jacket or something in the meantime.” He offers with a playful sadness to his voice. He’s unsure how cold it could be but with Phoebe there he’s sure he won’t have to experience it for long. She explains to him that she can’t imagine living somewhere where it’s hot all the time and he shrugs lightly, inhaling deeply.
“Well, you get used to not wearing a shirt.” He grins as he keeps the joke going, a deeper laugh escaping him that time. She’s draped over him and he lets his arm pull her in close before he turns his head to rest his stubbled chin on the top of her blond hair. “So far it’s been okay. Pretty normal to how it was home.”
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She hummed a little, thoughtful for a moment. "No, you're best feature is your eyes." she said. They were quite handsome, that steely grey-blue, with thick dark lashes around them, almost as though they were lined. And the way he looked at people, as though staring through them, piercing, holding you in place. It was quite mesmerizing and easy to get lost in his stare, as if he could simply will things to be with a look.
Phoebe laughed lightly at his joke, shaking her head against his chest. "You're incorrigible." she teased. She smiled as he pulled her closer, now nearly laying ontop of him. But still, it was quite comfy, and she let her eyes drift close, sleepiness beginnging to overcome her. "Some things are similar. Others are very, very different." she said softly. "But there are a lot of Outlanders. We are all in this readjustment together."
She denies his claim that his chest was his best feature, those steel gaze drifting down to look at the top of her head with a soft smile at her. Though it wasn’t the first time those had been claimed to be a feature of his, and perhaps that’s why he gained those confident stares. Regardless he nods to her with a soft smile tugging the corner of his lips.
She claims he’s incorrigible and he chuckles deeply to her, shoulders rising in a small shrug, before he can tell she’s getting tired. He is too, and he listens quietly for a bit as she trails off. “I suppose that’s true.” He hums, stifling a yawn.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
It didn't take long for Phoebe to fall asleep, sleeping soundly and deeply for the first time in a long while, exhausted from the activity and feeling content and whole. When she finally woke, hints of first light beginning to poke through her curtains, she yawned and sat up, looking around a bit bleary eyed. No sign of Sunjata anywhere. She sighed a little, staring off into space for a moment. So this was what a fling was like. A night of passion then a lonely morning. But she didn't feel as bad as she might have once assumed she would. It had been wonderful while it lasted.
The young midwife rose and washed up in the little basin next to the bed, brushing the tangles from her hair. Her eyes widened a bit at the large, dark hickies on either side of her neck, fingers gently brushing over them. Her lips quirked in a small smile, memories flooding back briefly. Well, she certainly wouldn't be forgetting this anytime soon. But she wasn't bothered in the least by them. She could easily hide them with a collared dress or a scarf, or her ridiculously long hair. And if someone saw? Well. It had been worth it.
She donned a pale yellow dress with a collar, heading downstairs to make some breakfast. But as she reached the bottom she heard someone walking around - and it definitely wasn't Pim who was simply watching her from his spot curled up next to Frey's shrine. Phoebe came around the corner, and much to her surprise, there stood Sunjata, looking around her kitchen like a lost puppy. "You're still here?" she said, surprise etched into her tone and expression.
He rises, and he attempts his best to keep her from waking as he does so. Scrounging around in the morning light he finds his haphazardly tossed around clothes before pulling them on and heading downstairs for water, for the both of them at least. The thought doesn’t even cross his mind that Phoebe might think he’d left, clothes picked up and put back on, as though he wasn’t even there.
But as he stands in the kitchen for a bit, opening and closing random cabinets, he can’t seem to find the glasses. He maneuvers into the center of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as he looks for places he hadn’t looked when a noise and Phoebe’s comment surprises him and he turns to look at her. “Yeah, still here.” He chuckles, not even considering last night being a one night fling. It was more of a thing he did back home, where he could roam from home to home until someone struck his fancy. Here? It seemed she’d captured it off the bat. “I had hoped to not wake you up, but I wanted to bring up some water. Only problem is that I can’t seem to find glasses.” He rolls his shoulders in a slight shrug, arm reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he glances to her in the hopes she might answer his silent question.
“Pim wasn’t very helpful either.” He adds with a crooked smile.
fight it
take the pain
ignite it
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Phoebe just stared at him, unable to really make sense of the situation. Granted, she had never had a one night stand before, but she was pretty sure he was supposed to be well on his way home right about now. She blinked at him slowly as he seemed perfectly content to just poke about her kitchen, oblivious to what was supposed to happen now. Were flings different in his world? Was she just completely off-base with how this all was supposed to work? Her utter confusion played out clearly on her face, not one to hide behind masks and pretenses - especially before a nice morning up of tea.
"Uhm..." she said a little dumbly, continuing to stare while rooted in place. He mentioned Pim and she glanced at the pink dragon, who merely stared back, head tilted to the side. Clearly some sort of communication passed between them, based on the intensity of their looks, before the blonde looked back at him again, brows still furrowed.
"I think he is confused why you are here still." she said, rubbing her eyes. But she came into the kitchen, footsteps light on the hardwood floors. She walked passed him to a little hutch, opening the door and pulling out a glass for him. "Isn't uh...isn't that how it works?" she said, not unkindly, but clearly confused. "We have a nice night together and then you disappear in the morning, and if I ever see you again, you just pretend like you've never met me?"
He watched her with his steel gaze as she grows confused, and for a moment he wonders what it could be for. She glances to the pink dragon, then back to him, and explains why the creature had been incredibly unhelpful. “I think he’s confused as to why you are here still.” She says and his brow raises as he glances to the dragon before she steps into the kitchen. His lips part to speak but he finds himself cut off as Phoebe explains, perhaps a bit awkwardly, and Jata can’t help the bubbled chuckle that leaves him.
He takes the glass and leans back against the counter, eyes scanning her face and the collar that covers the marks he’s left her. “Ah, you thought this would be a one night stand.” He replies at first, moving away from the counter he leans against to fill his glass and take a deep drink before he leans back against it again. “You know, it does make it a bit awkward to do things like that when I know I’ll see you again.” He says simply, crooked smile on his lips as his arrogance returns.
“I can’t lie and say I didn’t do that back home, but it was a wider place with far more to do. Here? It’s rather small and a bit drab. And I like you, so why not see how it plays out?” He replies, raising his glass to his lips again and sipping, eyes lingering on her for her response. He’s not looking for anything official at the moment, but perhaps it might bloom into something? Time would tell. He moves from his spot in the kitchen to stand in her space, head tilting down toward hers. “Unless you’d rather me go? I thought we had a lot of fun last night.” He hums to her, crooked smirk on his lips.
fight it
take the pain
ignite it
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
"Ah, you thought this would be a one night stand."
Awk. Ward.
"Uh...well..." she stammered, but fell silent as he continued. Her eyes grew wide as she stared, lips pursed together in a small frown of confusion. Clearly he is trying to explain things to her, to get them on the same page, to make her understand. But with every word, every syllable that comes out of his mouth, she grows increasingly more confused. Her honeyed stare is blank, his words not matching up with anything she could make sense of in the moment. It would be awkward to do that because he would see her again? Well...yes. That was exactly what was happening right now. He was in her kitchen, drinking her water, staring at her with that intimidating gaze. He was supposed to be gone, but instead he was here making it awkward. Not only that but he stepped further into her face, getting closer to her, literally the opposite of what she was anticipating would happen.
She blinked slowly, deliberately, his words processing at a snail's pace in her mind. Give the poor girl a moment, everything she thought was happened was suddenly falling to bits. She thought Sunjata was the one who didn't know what was going on, but...maybe she was the one who didn't understand?? That wouldn't be terribly surprising actually, now that she considered it... But wait. Had he said...did he say...?! "You like me?" she blurted dumbly, clearly not keeping up with his pace of the conversation.
