#wip dragonsong

i have been tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruinand@vellichor-virgo and this is SO MY GAME i always have name meanings for my characters

some from Hurricane

• Aella: Greek “storm wind”
  
• Tempest (self explanatory)
  
• Onyeisi: Igbo “captain/boss” (I am yet to find this meaning again, unfortuantely, but I did once see this online)
  
• Theodore: Greek “gift of God”
  
• Anvindr: Old Norse “against the wind”
  
• Grimmur: Icelandic “cruel”
  

this is from @zmwrites! whom i am still tagging incorrectly! dangit!

my words are laugh, hair, sprawl, sudden

laugh (Hurricane) (tw implied romance, because Theo is a flustered boi)

“Hey, our guest is awake,” said Sequoia. “Shall we ask if he wants to join in?”

Muffledlaughter from the crew around him.

“I—no, thank you.” He didn’t fancy beginning his day with public humiliation.

Aella entered his field of view, a wooden sword propped at a jaunty angle on her shoulder, and grinned at him. “You sure?” She lifted her shirt collar and wiped her face on the inside; the hem of her shirt rode up, baring her stomach.

Heat crept up Theo’s neck and he looked at her boots instead.

hair (Dragonsong) (Meg my beloved)

Stabling the horses didn’t take too long. She was just leaving the stables when she ran headlong into Meg. Formally, she was Tor Margaret, but Isi had earned ‘Meg’ privileges, an honour only afforded to the squires she’d mentored.

“Back in one piece. Good,” said Meg with a curt nod. Her iron-grey hair was pulled off her face into its customary tight bun.

Isi smiled. “I see you missed me very much.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Meg’s face didn’t change for a second. Then she smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “Welcome back, Isi. Do you have things to be getting on with? I’d better not keep you.”

sprawl (Hurricane) (hey look it’s the boy!)

Slowly but surely, the tide brought the thing nearer. At this rate, it was likely to run right into the Hurricane. She watched it longer, head on one side. Finally, it drew near enough for her to identify: a person, a young man, clinging to a plank of wood. No, not so much clinging to the log as sprawled on it. He might have been her age, perhaps a little older, but it was hard to tell with distance.

He looked to be hanging onto a ship’s plank. Maybe a deck plank. So he’d probably come from a sunken ship, or at very least the ship had run into trouble. They couldn’t just leave him to drift.

sudden(Dragonsong)

Robin scowled, the light from his fire casting uneven shadows across his face. “If it weren’t for this rain, I wouldn’t’ve had to use magic at all.”

“Why’s that so bad?” SB emptied out his other boot and set it by the fire, sole upwards.

Isi had to wonder the same thing. She wasn’t a mage herself, but it seemed like something one would want to use.

“Don’t wanna use it much?” mumbled Robin, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Surely you know you—”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone with it, alright?” Robin sat suddenly straighter, anger flashing in his eyes. “I’m dangerous. I—” He glanced uncertainly in Isi’s direction and fell silent, pressing his lips together.

I shall tag @vellichor-virgoand@teriwrites along with anyone else who wants to play! I offer you the same words I just used. no thoughts head empty.

from@sleepyowlwrites <3 with some wonderfully angsty words let’s GO

my words are broken, shattered, pieces, apart, (whole, healing)

broken (Hurricane) (mmmm comfort)

Theo took Aella’s hand to help her to her feet. She stood, carefully, then threw her arms around his waist. He hugged her back, resting his chin on top of her head. She was here. In the flesh. He hardly dared believe it, but here she was, in his arms.

She was shaking, her shoulders heaving, and with a start he realised she was crying. He pulled back and crouched a little to look her in the eye. “Are you—” No, of course she wasn’t alright. He tried again. “Do you want to talk?”

Tears poured down her face and her lower lip trembled. She shook her head and hugged him again, bunching her hands into the back of his shirt. He returned the embrace as firmly as he dared. He was rather glad Tempest was going to make Grimmur pay. He’d never seen Aella so broken.

Whatever Grimmur had done to her… he deserved whatever Tempest did to him.

shattered (Dragonsong) (this was also in a scene I love from Hurricane, but it is deeply, deeply spoilery. so instead, here is a description of how Isi and Robin met)

Robin smiled wanly and returned his attention to the fire. Isi undid the clasp of her breastplate, sighing at the relief of the weight lifting off. Now that she’d said it aloud, she was sure of what she would do. She couldn’t be the one to turn Robin in, to kick him out of her house. Not after last year. Not after everything he’d been through.

Before squiring for Isi, Robin had squired for Brendon. But after the accident that shattered Robin’s leg, Brendon had tossed him out onto the street without so much as an ounce of sympathy.

Isi had been on patrol that night, walking past a tavern she walked past every night, on the border between Sectors Three and Four. She’d heard Brendon’s voice inside, his joking tone, and Robin’s name. She’d heard the laughter of the others around him. And when she’d turned away from the tavern wall, she’d seen Robin watching.

pieces (Dragonsong x Night’s Daughter crossover) (also occurs in said deeply spoilery scene)

Isi set the axe down and wiped her brow. “Good work.”

Robin shrugged. “I think you did most of the hard work. I just waved my hands around a bit.”

“It was a very important waving of your hands.” She grinned.

The two of them had spent their afternoon dealing with a tree that had toppled under high winds the previous night. It was not the only tree that had fallen, but it was one of a handful that had landed on someone’s house. Robin had moved it off the roof with his magic—despite his claims that it was easy, she’d seen the sweat pouring down his face—and it had fallen to Isi to chop it into manageable pieces. While she worked, Robin had helped to put the house back together.

Now, faces smeared with dirt and sweat, they stood in front of a sizeable pile of firewood and a functional house.

apart(Hurricane)

She wouldn’t look back. If she did, she might fall apart, and she couldn’t. She had to stay strong, for her father. She wouldn’t look back. 

As the pirate ship pulled away from the damaged Nasir, though, she did look back, fixing her eyes on her father one last time, before the gathering darkness swallowed him up. Was this price too high? No, she told herself. No price was too high to save her father. And he was safe.

whole (Dragonsong) (tw romance) (Henry and Jasper my beloveds)

Henry’s smile was back. “No need to apologise. Whatever the reason, you’ve done more than anyone else I know has managed. And I hope we’ll get through to the king, one way or another.” His eyes flicked up and over her shoulder, and his whole face lit up. “Ah. There’s Jasper. I’d best go and say hello before he gets caught up in some mundane work.”

“I take it it’s been a little while.”

“Too long,” Henry agreed. “So please excuse me for breaking our conversation off so soon, but it’s very important I go kiss my husband.” 

healing (Hurricane) (tw blood, whipping scars, gunshot wound mention and broken bones) (man I’m so nice to Aella) 

His next priority was her broken ribs. As though she’d heard his thought, she turned so her back was facing him. He undid the knot at the back of her shirt; her back was already bandaged, and this would be as good a time as any to check on her whipping wounds. He gently tugged at the edge of the blood-crusted bandage. She jumped, but otherwise didn’t move.

He winced as the bandages fell away. The whipping wounds were vicious, but at least they were healing. Whoever had bandaged her up hadn’t done too terrible a job, though ideally they should have been changed at least once since. No matter. He wet a new scrap of bandage to clean dried blood and a few stuck bandage fibres away. The bullet graze on her side was relatively shallow, fortunately. He cleaned that too.

I will pass this along to @vellichor-virgo@zmwrites (agAIN typed the wrong url on autopilot) and @diphthongsfordays :D your words are deep, drive, dare, deft

an old favourite from @zmwrites (also an old favourite. love you!)

my words are bruise, hair, support, loose

bruise (Hurricane) (featuring resident bastard man getting his butt kicked. tw for blood and bruises)

Tempest shoved Anvindr’s sword to one side and punched him hard in the face. His head snapped backwards and he staggered, momentarily off-balance. He got his sword back up, but Tempest had the advantage. She pushed him right back towards the main doors. He blocked a vicious overhand cut and his back hit the wood. Tempest leant harder on their crossed swords. The door fell open.

Anvindr almost managed to catch himself, but stumbled and fell to his knees. His sword slipped from his hand. Tempest pointed her own blade at his throat, the point just touching the skin. A red bruise bloomed on his jaw where she’d hit him.

He spat at Tempest’s feet. Blood dribbled down his chin. 

hair+loose (Hurricane) (sleepy boi Theo)

When she woke next, the sky above her was bright blue. Theo was still sleeping. A few loose strands of hair had fallen over his face, fluttering as he breathed. She smiled.

Somewhere nearby, people were talking. She slipped out under the blankets, trying not to injure herself more than necessary. Her stiff muscles twinged as she moved. Once clear, she turned back. Had she woken Theo? No. He slept on, though his eyelids flickered briefly as she settled the blankets back into place.

support (Dragonsong) (Robin my beloved)

Smoke rose from the blackened, soaked curtain, but the fire was out.

“Shit,” said Robin again for good measure.

Isi let go a breath. “Robin, are you alright?”

“I am fine. I think the curtain is less fine.”

“I didn’t ask about the curtain.” She offered him a hand up. “What happened?”

Robin accepted the hand up with a grunt of pain. “Tried some fire spells, which is something I haven’t done much of. Started out alright, but I stood up for too long and my leg had some objections.” He grabbed the table for support and lowered himself into a chair. “And it turns out that when your hands are on fire, you should not use a curtain to catch you. Sorry.”

I shall tag @sleepyowlwrites@diphthongsfordaysand@mr-writes :D your words are pack, tick, lack, nick

klywrites:

Delphene,

Mira’s dragon companion

My vision of Delphene (del-fee-nee) has never been consistent or solidified but currently she is referred to as an “opal dwarf” dragon in the AU. Originally she was quite big but in order to keep it consistent with New RS, I made her small, roughly the size of a dog.

She has soft, iridescent blue scales, and stumpy legs like a corgi. She can’t really fly, only hover. She loves to eat flowers (in Original RS she constantly chews on the flowers in Mira’s hair) and would devour human food if Mira would let her—she mostly gets to eat fruits instead.

although Delphy can’t respond in human language, she can understand Mira because of their special connection (in RS, Mira has a kind of latent magic I won’t get into). So while Delphene will generally act and react like a pet, she is highly attuned to Mira’s emotions and whatever she says when she’s speaking. In the college AU, Mira disappointedly expresses that even though Delphene is her constant, Delph can’t understand her “like a person”, when in fact… she kind of can, since communication is based on their emotional link. AU!Mira isn’t aware of this though because she doesn’t have access to her magic, whereas in RS they can understand each other fine.