forum Describe one of your characters and I'll pair them with one of mine (Closed)
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What the title says. Give me a description of their appearance, personality, etc. and I'll pair your character with one of my own, along with a short story as to how they meet!

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Oh, this is cool! I'll give it a try!

Sora

Appearance - Sora has brown skin. It's closer to a light brown than a dark brown. She has long black hair that reaches her waist and big violet-blue eyes. She either lets her hair down, or she puts it in two braids. But mostly, she's seen with her hair down. She's around 5 feet and 6 inches tall. She has thin, dark eyebrows, and a greek nose. She has freckles scattered all over her face. She wears earrings in each ear.

Personality - She's is the type of person to fight for what she believes in. She doesn't let people bring her down, and she puts others and their happiness first before hers. She will do anything for her family and the people she considers family. There are times when she can be a bit controlling and accidentally hurts the people she cares about without wanting to.

Other - In my world, she's part of the military, but I have various AU's where she's a swordswoman/reckless princess, an anti-hero with plant/nature-based powers, and some other roles.

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Oh, this is cool! I'll give it a try!

I pair Sora with Prince Destrian!

Destrian has dark brown skin, short black hair, and dark brown eyes. Personality-wise, he's extremely headstrong and, like Sora, will do anything for his friends and family. He's good with a sword and is the brawn of the group in my book. He prefers to be in the midst of the battle rather than the outskirts.

I imagine they meet during training.

"Would you relax for a second?" Sora looked up at the unexpected voice.

"What?" she asked incredulously, observing the boy in front of her.

"I said–" The boy took her sword from her with gentle hands before she could protest. "–calm down. Scarecrows have nightmares of you." He gestured to the training dummies Sora had spent the last few minutes demolishing.

"Oh. Right. Sorry." Sora huffed and pushed her hair from her face. "Guess I just got carried away." She looked back up at the boy and raised an eyebrow. "Now who are you and can I please have my sword back?" She extended a hand, not to shake, but to receive her weapon.

The boy handed the sword over with a curious expression. "Um…I'm Prince Destrian?" He didn't say it haughtily or defensively. He sounded more confused.

Sora scoffed softly. "Aren't you supposed to be in the castle? Y'know…diplomatic princely things?" She rolled her eyes and spun her sword once, readjusting her grip. "What are you doing here in the training field?"

"…training? As one does?" Destrian drew his own sword. "I actually find the diplomacy things quite boring. Shocker, I know."

"Oh, really?" Sora brandished her sword and pointed it at Destrian's chest. "Then I challenge you, fair prince, to a duel."

"A duel?"

"A duel. Me and you, right now. Prove to me that you know what you're doing."

Destrian laughed. "Fine. I'll take you up on that. I've been training since I was a child."

"Yeah? So have I." Sora spun her sword again and grinned. "So go on. Show me watcha got, Your Highness."

The two began to circle each other, Sora observing Destrian closely. Her eyes flickered over his arms, trying to pinpoint where he would strike, where his muscles tensed and where they relaxed. The prince was the first to move, stepping forward and swinging his sword.

Sora sidestepped quickly and blocked Destrian's sword with her own. The sound rang out across the training field, catching the attention of the other trainees. They began to trickle over as Sora drew her sword away and they began circling again. Sora took initiative, going for the offense this time.

Their swords clashed again and Sora gritted her teeth as Destrian's relentless attacks forced her to go defensive again

She aimed her sword low, trying to sweep Destrian's legs, a move that the prince just barely managed to avoid. He cursed under his breath and Sora smirked. "Getting tired, prince?"

"Just getting started." Sora yelped and ducked as he swung for her head. She felt a force slam into her chest and send her sprawling on the ground, coughing. Destrian's sword was at her throat in a flash. Sora narrowed her eyes.

"Fine…" she muttered.

Destrian's hard face relaxed and he dropped his sword. "Didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" he asked. Sora glanced down and back up.

"Nope!" She pushed herself down slightly and kicked at Destrian's legs, sending him to the ground. She stood up easily and snatched her sword back up as Destrian struggled. "Isn't the first thing they teach you in battle training is to not let your opponent go?" She placed the point of her sword at Destrian's chest. "That, I believe, concludes our duel."

Destrian raised his hands in a surrendering position and chuckled. "I suppose it does." Sora dropped her sword and extended a hand down to the prince, who took it gratefully. "Pleasure dueling with you, Miss…"

"Sora." She smiled. "It was a pleasure beating you, Your Highness."

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OOOOH this looks cool!! :D
do you think you could do Shea?? Invalid Character

Absolutely! I pair Shea (hehe that's my name) with Sir Peter Deximenis.

Peter has light brown skin, long black hair that's usually braided into dreadlocks, and warm brown eyes. He is a knight and is extremely loyal to his friends and his kingdom. He tries his best to be rational but doesn't really succeed in it and he spends most of his time trying to keep the princes out of trouble.

I imagine that they meet on a dark, rainy evening.

Shea pulled her hood lower over her head and narrowed her eyes, studying the castle carefully. If she was correct–which she was almost positive she was–the break-in would be happening within the next hour, and therefore, the assassination. Or attempt, at least. She was going to stop them.

Sure enough, after 10 more minutes of waiting, she watched three figures make their way to the front gate, slaughtering the few poor soldiers standing guard. Shea drew her dagger slowly, watching the assassins make their way into the castle before following them.

The shadowy figures sprinted through the throne room, down a hallway, and up the stairs, headed straight for the prince's room. Shea was right behind them.

"Stop!" Shea whirled around at the sudden voice and came face-to-face with a tall, scary-looking knight. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Shea glanced at her dagger, then at her clothes, which consisted of tight-fitting pants, a loose tunic, and a dark cloak. She admitted it didn't look good. "Um…well…I was sent by the kingdom of the North to deliver a message straight to the prince himself."

"Which kingdom of the North?" the knight questioned. Shea gulped.

"The…Eastern one?"

The knight drew his sword and pointed it at Shea. "You have exactly 10 seconds to explain yourself–and tell the truth–before I put this sword through your heart. Am I understood?"

Shea sighed. "Look, as we speak, three assassins are on their way to kill your precious prince, alright? I'm here to stop them."

The knight lowered his sword. "Are…are you serious?"

Shea nodded, flipping her dagger. "Dead serious. C'mon." She took off down the hallway and heard clanking behind her, indicating that the knight was following. She was thankful that she didn't have armor slowing her down.

She caught up with the assassins easily and lunged forward, her dagger flashing as it caught the moonlight streaming in from a window. Her blade caught the throat of the one trying to pick the lock to the prince's room and with one quick, clean slice, they were easily dealt with.

Shea stood over the body, examining it for weapons and completely forgetting about the other two hitmen until one cut a deep wound into her arm. Shea let out a cry of pain, dropping her dagger, which was quickly snatched up by the assassin.

She was no longer thankful she didn't have armor.

The killer began to approach, wielding her dagger in one hand and a spear in the other. Who brings a spear to assassinate a prince? Shea wondered as she backed away from the assassin, tripping over the body of the other. She hit the ground hard and winced.

She fished around for another weapon, but couldn't find one in time. The assassin brought the knife down on her and Shea cringed, preparing herself for the worst.

Instead, another body hit the floor next to the first and her knife clattered to the ground beside her. She looked up to find the knight from earlier, holding a hand out to her. Shea pretended to not see it and forced herself up, picking her dagger back up.

"Thanks," she huffed.

"No problem. How did you–?"

"Behind you!" Shea shoved the knight aside and threw her dagger, hitting the final assassin in the chest. They fell to the ground with a thud and Shea breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's all of them." She turned to the knight and raised an eyebrow. "And? Who are you, my knight in shining armor?"

The boy lifted his visor to reveal dark, kind eyes, framed by warm brown skin. "The name's Peter Deximenis," he said, holding his hand out, this time to shake.

Shea gave the knight a once over, though she couldn't tell much from the armor. "Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Shea. I mean–" She mentally cursed herself for giving out her name. "It's not Shea! It's…um…Sheeee…annon! Yup, Shannon."

Peter laughed quietly. "Well, Shannon, I'd like to know how you knew about the assassins."

Shea sheathed her dagger, pulled her hood back over her head, and turned to leave. "I don't give away my secrets."

"Please?" Peter took a step forward. "Just in case?"

Shea looked back quickly, her eyes twinkling. "I'll see you around, Peter Deximenis." She winked before taking off down the hallway, leaving the knight there, standing amongst three bodies outside the prince's bedroom door.

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Rothos?

I pair Rothos with Sadon.

Sadon has pale white skin, bright green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Sadon was also raised underground, as a prince of a forgotten kingdom. He tries to be as happy and optimistic as possible, but when he's reminded of his past, especially his grandfather, he tends to close up.

I imagine…what if Sadon found him in the woods instead of Alga?

Rothos didn't know how long he'd been walking. Days? Hours? Only a few minutes? He had to keep running, to get away from the Thenites, to…to…

To what? He'd forgotten. He pressed a hand to his side and it came away red with blood. Seeing it on his hand made him dizzy. Really dizzy. He blinked a few times to try and readjust himself. The ground spun beneath him, then came up to meet him.

Black.

A gentle hand on his forehead. Was that a hand? No, it was a cloth. A wet cloth. The hand was on his side, doing something to his injury. What were they doing? Rothos struggled to move, to open his eyes, to do anything.

"Hey, hey, woah, calm down," a gentle voice murmured. "Just breathe."

Rothos forced his eyes open. A boy around his age, maybe 19, was looking back at him with kind eyes. "What the hell–" Rothos gasped. "Where am I? Who are you?" He tried to sit up, but the pain in his side stopped him.

The boy placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have to relax if you ever want that wound to heal." He took a roll of bandages from beside him and began to dress Rothos' wound again. "Now. Let's start at the beginning. My name is Sadon–" He paused to tie the bandage tightly. "And you are currently in the guest bedroom of my house."

"I…I'm Rothos…" the young Jelkan finally managed to say, trying to sit up again. "Rothos Liwier…"

"It's nice to meet you, Rothos, now lay your ass back down before I have to knock you out again," Sadon ordered in a strangely soft, yet demanding voice.

"Sadon!" a new voice chided from the other room. Rothos looked up.

"Who was that?"

"No one." Sadon shot a glare over his shoulder at whoever was on the other side of the door. "Just my husband, Destrian. He won't bother you."

Rothos frowned. "Look, I really can't stay–"

"I know. Trust me." Rothos looked Sadon in the eye and somehow, it felt like he really did know. As if this stranger knew every little thing that happened to Rothos. The Jelkan sighed. "You have to stay in bed for at least another day before you can walk again, okay?" Sadon said as he began to gather his supplies.

Rothos nodded before he knew what he was doing. "Alright," he agreed quietly.

"Okay. I'll check in on you at times. Let me or Destrian know if you need anything, alright?"

Rothos found himself nodding again.

"Alright." Sadon stood up and gave Rothos a warm smile. "Welcome to our home, Rothos. I hope you enjoy it."

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William

I'll do my best! I pair William with Azale. Azale has light tan skin, blue eyes, and long blonde hair, along with yellow-blonde wings with blue tips. She is cold-hearted, with her only soft spot being for her sister, Asillia. When Asillia died, Azale was beyond saving or trying to make good again.

I imagine the two meet on a snowy winter's day.

William narrowed his eyes. His victim walked along below him, going about their day, unaware that it was their last. He smirked and drew his sword, trying to gauge how far down the person was from the top of the castle. Could he make it? He thought so.

He jumped down and was immediately slammed back into the wall by another force. He fell to the ground, standing and searching for his attacker before he had even caught his breath. A new figure landed gracefully in front of him, a dagger in each hand.

"Who the hell are you?" William snarled, gripping his sword tightly.

The girl–for it was a girl–tilted her head curiously. "I should be asking you the same thing."

"I am someone who wants that noble dead and you just ruined my chance to kill him!" William pointed his sword in the general direction of the noble he had mentioned, who had now disappeared inside the castle walls. The girl's eyes widened.

"You want him dead too?!" she asked incredulously.

"Uh…" William glanced at his sword, then back up at the girl. "Yeah?"

"Perfect! We can kill him together, then! Assuming you don't need to like, show a body to get paid or anything?"

"No, actually. This one I'm just doing for personal reasons. No pay."

"Great." The girl moved to sheath her daggers and that's when William noticed the wings. He wasn't sure how he'd missed them before, they were huge. Yellow-blonde with bright blue tips and when the girl moved, a few feathers floated down. William frowned.

"Are you an angel?" He raised his sword again. He hated angels.

The girl looked up, then glanced at her wings and laughed. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Do I look like an angel?" She ruffled her feathers and one drifted towards WIlliam. He caught it in midair and considered it for a moment.

"Definitely not angel wings," he agreed, studying the blue tip of the feather. The girl smiled.

"You can call me Azale," she said finally, sticking out her hand for William to shake, which the demon ignored.

"I'm William," he answered curtly. "Can I ask why you want the noble dead?"

"Oh, he was involved in my sister's murder," Azale said casually, adjusting her clothes. "And you?"

William shrugged. "Who doesn't like murdering a politician every now and then?"

Azale grinned. "Exactly what I like to think sometimes. I think you and I are going to get along swell, William. Now." She flapped her wings once and laughed. "How are we killing him?"

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Can you do Owen?

(Sorry. My characters are a little under-developed. I got too many. lol)

I totally pair Owen with Prince Destrian. Destrian has dark brown skin, warm brown eyes, and short black hair. He's very similar to Owen in that he is very devoted to his kingdom (and also has a special sword). He's headstrong and likes to be in the thick of the battle.

In fact, I imagine that's how they meet…

Owen cursed as an arrow grazed his arm. He shrugged it off and readjusted his grip on his sword. He'd have time to tend to that later. Right now, though, he just had to stay alive. A new soldier approached, swinging her sword and grinning. Owen readied himself for the fight.

He met her sword with his, the metal scraping against each other in a horrible metallic shriek. Owen tried to force himself forward, to overpower the girl, but she was surprisingly strong. She thrust forward and sent Owen to the ground.

The girl soldier stood over him, her sword lifted for the final strike, when all her muscles stopped, tensed.
The steel tip of a sword protruded from her stomach. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and the soldier fell to the ground, her cold blue eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

“Are you okay?” Owen’s hero asked in an almost amused voice.

“Yeah…” Owen answered, looking up at his savior. The boy standing above him grinned and held his hand out. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, you owe me one,” the boy answered. Owen grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled himself up. "You're Prince Owen, right? Of Siochanta?"

"Yeah. You must be Prince Destrian, of Sa'ekka." The two exchanged a glance and, despite having only known each other for a few seconds, seemed to form an immediate bond. "It's nice to meet you," Owen said finally. He gripped his sword tightly and Destrian unsheathed his own weapon. "Now let's get this over with."

Several enemy soldiers took notice of the two and began closing in. Owen stood at Destrian’s other side, their backs facing each other.

“So the idiots think teaming up is gonna help them?” a soldier cackled. “Why, the little prince here just barely managed to not get himself killed by me.” They gestured to Destrian and Owen frowned, trying to figure out what they meant.

“Well, I wouldn't know if it would help. I'd say we'd make a pretty good team, right Owen?" Destrian asked.

“Destrian, fight now, talk later, I don’t want to die today.”

“Right, yeah, sorry.”

Owen ducked as the soldier who had spoken before brought their weapon down. The prince feinted to the side and kicked the soldier’s legs harshly, delivering a final blow to their head as they fell.

“Owen!” Destrian shouted. He was struggling to hold off another enemy, his sword lying in the grass a few feet away.
Owen snatched the dagger from the belt of the soldier he’d just beaten.

“Destrian!” he called. Destrian turned slightly as Owen threw the dagger. The other boy caught it easily and plunged it into the enemy soldier’s chest.

“Thanks,” he breathed, wiping his brow.

Owen grinned. “Consider my debt repaid.”

A Bughatanese soldier twice the size of Owen appeared, swinging a large battle-ax. “I will destroy you,” he barked.

Owen laughed and adjusted his grip on his sword. “I doubt that.” He felt much better now that he was on his feet and in the thick of the battle. It was like the sounds of clashing weapons gave him and his sword even more power.
It was no longer the lost cause Owen thought it had been before. He fought with enough skill to match the soldier. Being smaller and faster gave him a large advantage over the bulky frame of the enemy.

The enemy, however, was obviously getting fed up with Owen after a while. He growled and grabbed Owen’s throat, squeezing tightly. Owen gasped and choked for air, feebly hitting at the soldier’s hand.

“You’re nothing,” the man growled. “I’ll crush you to death with my bare hands and everyone will know that their precious prince is nothing but a weak coward. And then,” he laughed. “I’m going for the other one. But since I’m nice enough, want any last words?’

He loosened his grip on Owen only slightly so the boy could speak. Owen choked, trying to form words.

“D…Destrian…” he coughed out, trying to raise his voice. “Destrian!” He dropped his sword on the ground. The soldier in front of him laughed.

“I’m afraid your friend can’t hear you,” he sneered. “But good try.”

Destrian appeared in a blur of motion, snatching up the sword and finishing the enemy with one slice. Owen fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

“Prince!” Destrian was at his side immediately. “Are you okay?”

Owen had braced himself on the ground, gulping down air like he couldn’t get enough of it. Destrian knelt beside him and frowned, tilting the prince’s chin up.

“Sweet flame…” he whispered, seeing the dark marks that were starting to appear where the soldier’s fingers had squeezed at Owen’s throat. Owen shook his head and coughed.

“I…I can’t–” He wheezed and coughed again. “Can’t breathe!” he gasped out. Destrian cursed and pulled the prince closer to him, tilting his head up more so he could breathe.

“Deep breaths, prince,” he ordered calmly. Owen did his best to follow Destrian’s instructions, coughing and gasping.

“I’m okay,” he said finally, his voice rough and raw. “I’m alright, I can breathe.” Destrian frowned.

“You can’t talk properly,” he said in concern. Owen waved him away and forced himself to his feet.

“I’ll be fine. I don’t need to talk to fight.”

Destrian stood and nodded. “Then I’ll follow you, prince.”

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I love it! Actually part of it reminds me of a scene I've already written of Owen in a battle. lol

Instead of the last thing he said, he'd more likely say, "I'm fine. I've lived through much worst."

(And actually he's a king, not just a prince, but whatever. XD)

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oho, this sounds fun! could you do Rott?

I'll try! I pair Rott with Arynnalli Anuusi. Arynalli (or Aryn) has dark brown skin, short reddish-brown hair, and rust-brown eyes. They're a librarian and can be quiet at times, but when they're around friends, they can actually be quite loud and clumsy. They don't like fighting, but will do whatever it takes to defend themselves.

I imagine they meet in a library…

Rott stared at the stack of books in front of him, then at the camera in his hands. It was taking him forever to get the right angle for this photo, but he knew it would like incredible when he did. He set the camera up for another shot when someone sat in the seat across from him, ruining the shot.

Rott looked up, disgruntled, and found pretty brown eyes framed by large glasses looking back at him. He rolled his eyes and set down his camera. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually. I need those books." The person pointed at the stack and Rott huffed.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something…can't you wait?"

"No, actually. See, I'm the librarian, and I need to reshelve all of these books before I go home. And I want to go home."

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait…" Rott glanced at their nametag and wrinkled his nose. "Aro…Areo…" He puzzled over the name for a moment.

The person rolled their eyes. "Arynalli. But you can call me Aryn." They pushed their glasses further up their nose. "Now can you please wrap up whatever you're doing there?"

"I'll be done in 10 minutes. Check back then," Rott answered. The librarian nodded and stood up, going deeper into the library to who-knew-where. Rott shook his head and turned back to his camera, lining it up with the books and attempting another shot.

It took him a lot longer than 10 minutes, but Rott finally captured the picture perfectly. He kept getting distracted by the librarian running past or dropping books or muttering to themselves. Aren't they the librarian? Rott thought to himself. They should know all the basic rules. But no matter. He had gotten the picture he needed.

"Uh…Aryn!" he called softly. A soft thud echoed through the small library, followed by a colorful string of curses as Aryn emerged from under a table, holding their head. Their glasses were askew on their face and their clothes were wrinkled.

"Ow…" they muttered, rubbing the top of their head. They met Rott's gaze and seemed to take notice of their disheveled appearance. "Hey, sorry, you kinda caught me off-guard. I was cleaning under the table." They adjusted their glasses and clothes quickly. "Uh, what do you need?"

Rott stood up and tucked his camera back in his bag. "I'm all finished here."

"Oh! Perfect! Then I'll just take these–thank you–" The librarian lifted the large stack of books and Rott bit his lip to stifle a laugh at the fact that the books covered Aryn's face. Aryn huffed. "I'll get these reshelved soon–thank you, sir."

"It's no problem. And my name is…you can call me Rott."

"Rott?" Aryn shifted to the side so they could see him better. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Rott."

"Nice meeting you too, Aryn." Rott gave them a small smile and touched his head as if tipping a cap before leaving the library to its owner and the books.

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Could you possibly do Pierce?

Pierce:

MESSY, Fluffy, Charcoal-Colored hair. Thin lips and eyebrows. Doesn't really smile that much. 6 ft. Diamond nose piercing on the right side. Mostly spotted in slightly ripped band tee-shirts and black jeans or tortilla-brown turtle necks. One sky blue eye and one hazel eye.

Likes Dark humor, Bi, Sarcastic, Reads a lot, Talks to himself, Shy, and Kinda hard to talk to. Loner. Pisces. Loyal and Slightly Possessive and Clingy. Bad at Math. Likes Poetry.

In today's society, he'd be summed up like this: black heart emoji, dark academia, boba, button-up shirts, and (brown, beige, hickory, and black) plaid pants, and Doc Martens.

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Rothos?

I pair Rothos with Sadon.

Sadon has pale white skin, bright green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Sadon was also raised underground, as a prince of a forgotten kingdom. He tries to be as happy and optimistic as possible, but when he's reminded of his past, especially his grandfather, he tends to close up.

I imagine…what if Sadon found him in the woods instead of Alga?

Rothos didn't know how long he'd been walking. Days? Hours? Only a few minutes? He had to keep running, to get away from the Thenites, to…to…

To what? He'd forgotten. He pressed a hand to his side and it came away red with blood. Seeing it on his hand made him dizzy. Really dizzy. He blinked a few times to try and readjust himself. The ground spun beneath him, then came up to meet him.

Black.

A gentle hand on his forehead. Was that a hand? No, it was a cloth. A wet cloth. The hand was on his side, doing something to his injury. What were they doing? Rothos struggled to move, to open his eyes, to do anything.

"Hey, hey, woah, calm down," a gentle voice murmured. "Just breathe."

Rothos forced his eyes open. A boy around his age, maybe 19, was looking back at him with kind eyes. "What the hell–" Rothos gasped. "Where am I? Who are you?" He tried to sit up, but the pain in his side stopped him.

The boy placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have to relax if you ever want that wound to heal." He took a roll of bandages from beside him and began to dress Rothos' wound again. "Now. Let's start at the beginning. My name is Sadon–" He paused to tie the bandage tightly. "And you are currently in the guest bedroom of my house."

"I…I'm Rothos…" the young Jelkan finally managed to say, trying to sit up again. "Rothos Liwier…"

"It's nice to meet you, Rothos, now lay your ass back down before I have to knock you out again," Sadon ordered in a strangely soft, yet demanding voice.

"Sadon!" a new voice chided from the other room. Rothos looked up.

"Who was that?"

"No one." Sadon shot a glare over his shoulder at whoever was on the other side of the door. "Just my husband, Destrian. He won't bother you."

Rothos frowned. "Look, I really can't stay–"

"I know. Trust me." Rothos looked Sadon in the eye and somehow, it felt like he really did know. As if this stranger knew every little thing that happened to Rothos. The Jelkan sighed. "You have to stay in bed for at least another day before you can walk again, okay?" Sadon said as he began to gather his supplies.

Rothos nodded before he knew what he was doing. "Alright," he agreed quietly.

"Okay. I'll check in on you at times. Let me or Destrian know if you need anything, alright?"

Rothos found himself nodding again.

"Alright." Sadon stood up and gave Rothos a warm smile. "Welcome to our home, Rothos. I hope you enjoy it."

wow you're really good at this <3

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Lux
If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask them.

alrighty! I pair Lux with Ekhös. Ekhös has withered dark brown skin, long white hair, and brown eyes. She's quite old and is suspected to be a goddess in disguise. She's very wise and calm and is known to everyone as Auntie Ekhös.

I imagine they meet by Ekhös' cottage on a warm day…

Lux paused his walking. He'd been traveling for days, searching for some sign of civilization. This was the first clue he'd gotten that he was still in the world of men. It was a small cottage, smoke rising from the chimney. It also smelled really good. Lux's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he'd been surviving off wild berries for the past few days.

He figured it couldn't hurt to at least see who lived there, right? He approached the door and raised his hand to knock when the door opened already.

"Oh, my. Do excuse me, child, I didn't mean to run into you." Lux stumbled back as the old lady who spoke made her way outside.

"It-it's alright…" Lux stammered.

The old lady squinted up at him. "You look exhausted, child. Come, come, inside the house."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude–"

"Nonsense." The woman hobbled back to her house, her cane making soft impressions in the dirt. Lux followed uncertainly. "What is your name, dear child?" the lady asked.

"Um…Lux." The boy made his way inside, shutting the door behind him. The cottage certainly looked cozy, if not a little small. And sure enough, a dish of strange-looking bread rolls was cooking in the fireplace.

"Well, there's no need to worry now, Lux. You're with Auntie Ekhös. Do me a favor and retrieve the bibioro?" Ekhös asked as she made her way into the other room. Lux looked around.

"The what?"

"The bibioro, dearie, the bread rolls."

"Oh, right! Sure, of course." Lux took the dish from the fire and set it on the nearby table. Ekhös rejoined him a moment later, holding a tea kettle.

"Sit down, child," she ordered, setting the kettle next to the bibioro. Lux slowly sat himself down in a chair, Ekhös taking the seat across from him. "Child…" Ekhös poured herself a cup of tea and sighed, studying Lux's face for a long moment. "You are an old soul," she said finally. "Quite old."

Lux frowned. "How did you–?"

"Oh, I am too." Ekhös chuckled. "Listen to me, my child…I know it can get quite lonely. Remember that you're not always alone. Okay? You have friends and people who can…understand your struggles." The old woman smiled kindly. "Go ahead, try a bibioro."

Lux blinked in surprise. "Why are you helping me?" he asked, taking one of the rolls. Ekhös hummed as she finished her tea, then stood up and began collecting the kettle and cup.

"You're one of my children. Why wouldn't I help you?" she asked. "Stay as long as you need. I'll be back when you're gone."

"Wh–"

But the old woman was gone. It was as if she was never there in the first place and Lux was left alone with the bibioro and the roaring fire to ponder over the interaction.

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alrighty! I pair Lux with Ekhös. Ekhös has withered dark brown skin, long white hair, and brown eyes. She's quite old and is suspected to be a goddess in disguise. She's very wise and calm and is known to everyone as Auntie Ekhös.

I imagine they meet by Ekhös' cottage on a warm day…

Lux paused his walking. He'd been traveling for days, searching for some sign of civilization. This was the first clue he'd gotten that he was still in the world of men. It was a small cottage, smoke rising from the chimney. It also smelled really good. Lux's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he'd been surviving off wild berries for the past few days.

He figured it couldn't hurt to at least see who lived there, right? He approached the door and raised his hand to knock when the door opened already.

"Oh, my. Do excuse me, child, I didn't mean to run into you." Lux stumbled back as the old lady who spoke made her way outside.

"It-it's alright…" Lux stammered.

The old lady squinted up at him. "You look exhausted, child. Come, come, inside the house."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude–"

"Nonsense." The woman hobbled back to her house, her cane making soft impressions in the dirt. Lux followed uncertainly. "What is your name, dear child?" the lady asked.

"Um…Lux." The boy made his way inside, shutting the door behind him. The cottage certainly looked cozy, if not a little small. And sure enough, a dish of strange-looking bread rolls was cooking in the fireplace.

"Well, there's no need to worry now, Lux. You're with Auntie Ekhös. Do me a favor and retrieve the bibioro?" Ekhös asked as she made her way into the other room. Lux looked around.

"The what?"

"The bibioro, dearie, the bread rolls."

"Oh, right! Sure, of course." Lux took the dish from the fire and set it on the nearby table. Ekhös rejoined him a moment later, holding a tea kettle.

"Sit down, child," she ordered, setting the kettle next to the bibioro. Lux slowly sat himself down in a chair, Ekhös taking the seat across from him. "Child…" Ekhös poured herself a cup of tea and sighed, studying Lux's face for a long moment. "You are an old soul," she said finally. "Quite old."

Lux frowned. "How did you–?"

"Oh, I am too." Ekhös chuckled. "Listen to me, my child…I know it can get quite lonely. Remember that you're not always alone. Okay? You have friends and people who can…understand your struggles." The old woman smiled kindly. "Go ahead, try a bibioro."

Lux blinked in surprise. "Why are you helping me?" he asked, taking one of the rolls. Ekhös hummed as she finished her tea, then stood up and began collecting the kettle and cup.

"You're one of my children. Why wouldn't I help you?" she asked. "Stay as long as you need. I'll be back when you're gone."

"Wh–"

But the old woman was gone. It was as if she was never there in the first place and Lux was left alone with the bibioro and the roaring fire to ponder over the interaction.

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