Day 1, attempt 2 - Colourpoints
[Image ID: a digital drawing of Frostpaw and Mothwing from warrior cats, both only showing their heads and shoulders. Frostpaw is white with gray points and light blue eyes. She's looking up at Mothwing with a wide, open mouthed smile, which is squinting her eyes. Her eyebrows are raised happily. Mothwing is light gold with orangey, light brown, striped points. She's fluffy and has slightly squared ears on the sides of her head. She's looking down at Frostpaw with a confused but amused expression.]
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@via-fm we're gonna pretend that didn't happen for the sake of my dignity 😭😭
hydrangea (proudest moment)- probably when the teacher helping us sort out uni applications told me not to apply to the uni i currently go to and a different one because i'd be wasting two applications and then i got offers from every uni i applied to and got into my first choice uni (definitely don't rely on academic validation)
iris- more of a 70's music person so i'm gonna have to be basic and go for song 2 by Blur
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Still laughing about “cannibalism?!???” in Attempt #2. Thanks very much Vod, love you and all your fics! <3
I was scratching my head, thinking “if I were Cale, what would I mistake this as?” And since me and Cale are very similar, it absolutely didn’t take me too long. In fact, my brain immediately went “he’s trying to eat him.” And I was like “yeah, you’re right” and wrote it down 🤣
Also, from the comments on that fic, I’m happy to see quite a number of people have identified my boy Jasim Veltouré as the red herring character I conceived him as~ that makes me so happy~
Attempt # 2 from The Cale Henituse Protection Squad
Extra - Veltouré and Eruhaben
Jasim nods politely toward the various guests that turn their glittering and fake smiles his direction, but he keeps his footsteps slightly hurried so that no one approaches him.
Not too hurried, of course, as that would only bring undue attention. But, not too slow, else everyone and their mother would snag him for a lovely conversation. And then, he won’t be getting anywhere quick.
And he needs to be quick, in this case. He feels it in his gut.
Jasim Veltouré is one to trust his gut instinct. It’s gotten him out of many a situation before.
This time, he’s hoping to use it for someone else.
He approaches the golden figure, bathed elegantly in the warm yet bright lights of the palace ballroom, and immediately sketches a bow of greeting. Nothing too deep, but he dipped his head maybe a smidge lower than he really should have toward someone of this man’s station.
Jasim trusts his instincts, and they say this man in front of him deserves even more respect that Jasim could ever possibly give.
For… some reason. Even though this guy is only a knight. Still.
Keeping his confusion off his face isn’t much of a chore, as he’s always been adept at concealing his thoughts from the outside perspective. Jasim straightens out and spreads out his hands in a further greeting, calm smile on place as those golden eyes turn to take him in.
Instead of taking him in, Jasim feels like those eyes are piercing him, inspecting him for any flaws.
Luckily for Jasim, he had beaten his flaws out of the naked eye’s view himself from a young age. He would challenge any noble to point a single one out for him now.
“Guardian Knight Haben?” He asks rhetorically.
A single golden eyebrows lifts upward. “Speaking.”
Jasim nods, expression relaxed. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot! All good things, though, I assure you.”
“As if they would be anything else.”
Smoothing away the arrogance with a motion of ease, Jasim takes a step closer to the knight. He keeps his eyes off the very distracting way that the ballroom lights dance along the fall of the man’s hair — why is everything about him gold — and leans in further to whisper.
All the while, the knight has Jasim pinned down with an flat, if slightly bemused and annoyed about it, stare.
“I wouldn’t look around, but have you seen a particular shade of red recently?”
There’s a slow blink, and Jasim swears for a second those are slots like a snake instead of a pupil, before the eyes narrow on him dangerously.
“… Not at all.” The knight admits. Both brows are turned downward in an expression that isn’t quite a frown, but equally displeased. “What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I was only wondering.” Jasim shrugs lightly, glancing away at the various guests milling about, pretending they’re not trying to eavesdrop. Hopefully, they’re speaking too quietly. “It happens, I just recently saw that color myself, and I think something might be wrong, is all.”
“Hmm.” The knight says noncommittally. After a brief moment where Jasim feels seven times heavier, all of his skeleton aching in a starkly alarming matter, the knight straightens up and steps away from the wall. “Lead away then, little Marquis.”
For some reason, Jasim’s mouth is incredibly dry. He swallows as subtly as he can and turns on his heel.
He exit the ballroom proper out into the vast corridors of the palace beyond. He doesn’t spare a glance back to make sure whether the golden knight has indeed chosen to follow him or not.
He doesn’t need to. Jasim can feel those eyes burning holes into his back the entire way.
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