#Deepwood Sniper

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Whenever they stayed at the Pendants, Summer threw another new romance novel at Kona to read and review.

Not that she ever let him read without hovering over his shoulder to explain every plot point she'd put into her books.

(I will be returning to @wind-up-nhaama's Pendants suite again. And again. It's just so good.)

#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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16. Your OC is asked by their lover or spouse to write them a love poem. How do they respond?

With a whole-ass novel.

...which is probably why Kona hasn't asked... If he did, then Summer would write a good 80,000 words in under two weeks and then hover over him (literally) while he read it.

#Summer Bellmayne #Changeling Child #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #FFXIV #Screenshots #Horrible Romance Covers #Terrible Romance Novels #Prompts

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#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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"I'll tell you a story," Summer said, running her hand through Kona's glossy hair. He turned his head slightly, pillowed on her lap, and looked up at the mystel, one brow quirking.

"You're never out of stories," Kona laughed.

"This one is different. I didn't make this one up. It's from a long, long time ago."

Once, in ages past, a powerful mage lost his heart to a woman who did not return it in kind. He spent ages locked in his chambers in his own palace, refusing to see even his guards, his courtiers, his own family.

And on a brilliantly sunny day, he threw open his doors and led a beautiful woman out into view. This is my Fleur, he said, this is the woman I made for myself who will care for my heart as carefully as I crafted the one spun from sugar now beating in her breast.

Believing himself successful, the mage set a guard upon his Fleur and told the dutiful Tristan to watch over his crafted love, to ensure she never came to harm so he would always have her ready upon his command. So said, so done, and the mage whisked himself away to continue his studies, for it must be said he cared less for the love he swore he desired than he did for power.

And for time unspoken, Tristan did as commanded, shadowing the gentle Fleur's steps to ensure her complete safety.

...perhaps inevitably... his guardianship of Fleur became more than mere duty.

What can be said of a love born of sorcery, duty, secrecy...? Love it was, but not a healing love for the man betraying his duty, his lord, his sworn oaths. Such a thing could not last after the first rush of joy in love given and received.

As for she, crafted of flowers and magic, what could she possibly know of duty? All Fleur possessed was a single heart, beating the syllables of Tristan's name. Perhaps the mage created it for her, but even creating a heart does not give one the ultimate right to it.

She tried to reassure him, as best she could, the gentle simulacrum of sweet petals. And she could not understand why he looked so sad whenever he took her hands in his.

Tristan knew if the mage returned to find his creation in love with one of his own guard, the very guard he'd entrusted with her safety, the first target of his anger would be Fleur. And so when she urged him to run away with her, Tristan swallowed the bitterest lie and promised to meet her at eve's fall.

With a fractured heart slicing him into a thousand pieces, Tristan walked away from their vow. And from her, going directly to his captain and asking to be sent away that very afternoon.

Created from a spun-sugar heart and sweetly scented flowers, Fleur could not withstand the pain of betrayal. With rain pelting down upon her unprotected head, alone where she'd thought to meet her beloved, the simulacrum melted into rain-sodden blossoms and a lingering sweetness on the stones.

Tristan returned to hear the tale of how the mage's pretty toy foolishly walked out into a drenching rain and so fell to pieces with no guard to watch over her. And when the mage finally returned, he'd forgotten all about his creation, taking away any hopes Tristan had that Fleur might be recreated.

Decades passed and the world changed, but on rainy nights, one can still catch a whiff of sugar and flowers on those very stones. And every now and then, Tristan reaches out from within a swirl of ghostly petals, trying to touch his Fleur once more.

#Il Mheg #Ghost Stories of Fairy Land #Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #FFXIV #Screenshots #I remembered the Welsh story of Blodeuwedd and Tanith Lee's take on it for Night's Master #and Robin McKinley's Rose Daughter #so I wanted to make my own version

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Summer found some rather hilarious shirts on a visit to Eulmore and just had to buy a pair for herself and her One True Love.

#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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FFXIVWrite2023 (#20 - "Hamper")

An apple appeared at the edge of the picnic hamper, sunlight glinting off the dusky red skin, and tiny clawed hands dug into the fruit's skin before a little squeak of effort shoved it up and over the wicker edge.

The pixie popped up over the basket's edge, wings fluttering, and dove after the rolling apple. They managed to claw it to a halt, coming just shy of one outflung charcoal-skinned leg resting on the thick green-and-white woven blanket. Juice welled around the pixie's claws; the fae giggled, leaning in to lick the juice off the fruit's skin, and hauled it up and away from the picnic site.

Even with the blanket lain so close to the edge of Longmirror Lake, nothing disturbed the two sprawled on it, sleeping with the soundness of absolute security. Although a fuath bounced up out of the lake's edge to occasionally hurl water lilies at the picnic hamper--a good half dozen already stuck out of the half-finished cake still in the basket--they didn't encroach any further.

The pixies' mystel and her One True Love were, of course, always safe from even the most malicious fae in Il Mheg. Because the mystel counted as one of them, and her One True Love, well...

No pixie could stand the sobs of a heartbroken lover, and they'd never turn their daughter into a leafman. And so, the miqo'te who'd been abruptly brought to their flower-strewn hills would be as safe as their Iala Kenn herself. He slept as soundly as she, blue-tipped black hair tousled across his face, his head turned down to rest against the wild pink curls of his Beloved.

Her wings swayed with the breeze, fluttering briefly, marking the mystel as adopted rather than born, for her wings shifted often from a glorious imitation of their king, Titania, to the echo of her siblings' slim pink-hued wings. Her lush tail curled over her One True Love's leg; his black-furred tail draped over her ankle. They slept, breathing in the sweet pollen of the wildflowers around them, and dreamed jointly as only lovers in Il Mheg truly could.

#FFXIVWrite2023 #Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Just something quick and cute because I am SO tired thanks to work

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#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots

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#Deepwood Sniper #FFXIV #Screenshots #shockingly Summer isn't with him #Oh he's kept under VERY close watch by the pixies #but he does get to go play Wood Warden with the Vii in Fanow

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What is your character(s) relationship like with their family? It doesn't have to be blood-related - whoever they would consider closest to the mantle of family counts. Do they get along well or is their relationship strained? Do they enjoy seeing each other or are reunions reserved for mandatory holidays where they pretend to get along?

Raised by the pixies of Il Mheg--although the nu mou did most of the actual child care involved--meant being raised in a family that combines love, antagonism, support, excitement and dreams. Summer--or Iala Kenn to her family--absolutely adores her family. All of the pixies are mother-father-sibling-cousin-friend; she knows them all by name and who to go to for what help she may need.

And they respond in kind, teaching her their particular mastery of magic, guarding her One True Love, Kona, giving her a home and enthusiastically participating in plotting out her overwrought romance novels. When the fae need help defending the sanctity of Il Mheg, Summer (and Kona) jump in immediately because they are, after all, members of the extended, confounding family.

Summer actively chooses to live in Il Mheg, to stay as close to her family as possible, and wouldn't live anywhere else if she could possibly help it. And while her lover Kona prefers the Rak'tika Greatwood to Il Mheg itself, he's also begun developing relationships with individual pixies.

...and with the fuath, which Summer finds particularly delightful.

#Summer Bellmayne #Changeling Child #Fae-Touched #Deepwood Sniper #FFXIV #Prompts #Thanks for this one sug! I love talking about Summer's family

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#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots #Summer & Kona

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@ summer

If sex is something that would be part of a relationship for them, do both or either of them have prior experiences? If not, how do they feel about it?

Before Summer "found" her One True Love (i.e. kidnapped the poor man) she'd never even kissed another person. With her absolute faith in her life containing a Grand Romance, Summer simply waited for her One True Love to cross her path before committing her body along with her heart.

However, as a romance novelist... She has asked the most intrusive questions of people in the past. (Now that she's had personal experience with sexual activity, she asks fewer questions because she'll just go and test her theories with Kona.) This included asking people to pose for quick sketches in very... intimate poses so she could write the physicality of a love scene down correctly. (C'allie is one of her favorite people to ask questions of as C'allie both has a lot of experience AND is willing to grab one of her spouses to show Summer anything that the little mystel wants to see.)

There'd been plenty of theoretical knowledge before Kona, but no practical application, but she's quite happy to say that she was able to put theory into action very satisfactorily.

#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Summer & Kona #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Prompts

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Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know? Summer x Kona

As desperately as Summer wanted to know Absolutely Everything About Him during their early "courting" (read: in the first few weeks after she'd blatantly kidnapped him) days, Kona had to recite his entire life story five times over. She listened intently, asked for clarification often and would even recite his life story back to him to ensure she'd gotten her One True Love's history correct.

Delusionally believing that Kona needed to know just as much about her, Summer enlisted her pixie relatives to give Kona all of her back story as well.

Now that they've settled into marriage (and Kona no longer looks for chances to escape) there are no secrets for either of them. Summer makes sure of this by asking about Kona's thoughts on a daily basis and offering hers in ready kind.

#Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Prompts #Yes she did kidnap him from Ul'dah #And yes he really couldn't escape for a VERY long time #god forbid women do anything amirite? :D

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#Deepwood Sniper #Summer Bellmayne #Changeling Child #Fae-Touched #FFXIV #Screenshots

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{<3 to my husband @scarssdoesrp who gave me an Elpis flower for Valentine’s Day}

#Happy Valentione's Day! #Happy Valentine's Day! #Summer Bellmayne #Deepwood Sniper #Fae-Touched #Changeling Child #FFXIV #Screenshots