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WHO: Alina Starkov & You!
WHERE: Stygia and the Shadowlands
WHEN: Throughout December
WHAT: Notice Board stuff, wildcard options, closed starters, etc.
WARNINGS: Nudity so far.
© tessisamess
WHERE: Stygia and the Shadowlands
WHEN: Throughout December
WHAT: Notice Board stuff, wildcard options, closed starters, etc.
WARNINGS: Nudity so far.
WILDCARD OPTIONS
SUN SUMMONING
in the woods, alina practices her grisha power — the ability to summon sunlight — to varying degrees of failure. or maybe she's the one who lit the tunnel out of the prison for you...?
LIBRARY
at the library, alina reads up on soulmates, the hierarchy, and the history of the netherworld.
SHADOWLANDS
from a distance, alina sketches the monsters of the shadowlands and annotates her map-in-progress of where you may run into them.
in the woods, alina practices her grisha power — the ability to summon sunlight — to varying degrees of failure. or maybe she's the one who lit the tunnel out of the prison for you...?
LIBRARY
at the library, alina reads up on soulmates, the hierarchy, and the history of the netherworld.
SHADOWLANDS
from a distance, alina sketches the monsters of the shadowlands and annotates her map-in-progress of where you may run into them.
OPEN PROMPTS
mirth | esmerald's crystals
[ alina had come by esmerald's shop to buy a crystal, actually. the netherworld is not as cold as ravka, not really (which is a bit depressing to consider, that ravka may actually be colder than a cold day in death), but that doesn't mean she doesn't take it seriously when the temperatures drop, and she isn't well enough off by any measure from errands here and there to get the kind of warm clothes that would insulate her from it.
thus, magic.
but esmeralda is out, and she makes her bargain, and that is how alina winds up rolling a crystal between her own palms, trying to make it work on her own so that she doesn't have to — saints forbid — find someone else to help her with it. it's not a terribly way to make money, it's just ... awkward.
fortunately (or unfortunately), mirth is filled with people she recognizes, and she is quick to grab someone by the sleeve and say — ] I need you to help me with this.
radiance | an artist's eye
[ this is certainly not how alina starkov ever learned to draw. just imagining what ana kuya would have to say about it makes a laugh bubble up in her lungs — and that laugh turns into a cough, which spills some small flecks of blood onto her lips and hand, hunching her bare shoulders cruelly and coiling her in on herself.
it's ruined the pose. ]
Sorry. [ she says, as she catches her breath. ] I'm sorry.
[ which seems absurd to be saying, really, when she's stark naked in the midst of a great, empty room except for some grand painter and whatever other model she had roped in. she sits up straighter, turns away, and hacks some more. ]
Just give me a moment.
[ alina had come by esmerald's shop to buy a crystal, actually. the netherworld is not as cold as ravka, not really (which is a bit depressing to consider, that ravka may actually be colder than a cold day in death), but that doesn't mean she doesn't take it seriously when the temperatures drop, and she isn't well enough off by any measure from errands here and there to get the kind of warm clothes that would insulate her from it.
thus, magic.
but esmeralda is out, and she makes her bargain, and that is how alina winds up rolling a crystal between her own palms, trying to make it work on her own so that she doesn't have to — saints forbid — find someone else to help her with it. it's not a terribly way to make money, it's just ... awkward.
fortunately (or unfortunately), mirth is filled with people she recognizes, and she is quick to grab someone by the sleeve and say — ] I need you to help me with this.
radiance | an artist's eye
[ this is certainly not how alina starkov ever learned to draw. just imagining what ana kuya would have to say about it makes a laugh bubble up in her lungs — and that laugh turns into a cough, which spills some small flecks of blood onto her lips and hand, hunching her bare shoulders cruelly and coiling her in on herself.
it's ruined the pose. ]
Sorry. [ she says, as she catches her breath. ] I'm sorry.
[ which seems absurd to be saying, really, when she's stark naked in the midst of a great, empty room except for some grand painter and whatever other model she had roped in. she sits up straighter, turns away, and hacks some more. ]
Just give me a moment.
no subject
That would be redundant, wouldn't it?
[ she reaches up to wipe at her mouth, and the painter grabs her hand, head tilted, and says, 'leave it.' alina frowns, but there the smear of blood stays on her lips. when she sets the glass aside, there are light pink smears on the outside of it as well. ]
We all died to get here.