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@spaceMAXmarine These are all great but I love the Alarielle especially
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All things Kerillian
1. White Handmaiden
2. Classic
3. Alarielle the Radiant
4. Stewardess Handmaiden
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@archapxl She looks so pretty, especially with that short hair. It suits her so well.
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@hpally_zere @Ami_onna She's gorgeous! Ami_onna always does great work.
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◇ᴢᴇʀᴇɴᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ◇
(Beautiful Art by @Ami_onna)
“Don't thank me yet,” She said in a low tone of voice as she reached for Ella’s shoulder, stopping just before touching her, fingers hovering above the angry red line that ran from collar to bicep. She could feel it, the skin around it was hot and it swollen… and very wrong. Zerenah’s mouth tightened.
“Poison,” she repeated flatly before bringing her golden gaze to Ella’s face.
“You called me after Dacero closed it? Not before?” she asked, swallowing the first cruel thing that came to her, but it showed by the way her nostrils flared and the way her hand curled slowly against her own thigh. Light stirring under her skin now, a gold glow threading over her knuckles and into the fine joints of her fingers.
“Ella.”
That single word carrying more anger than any shouting would have, leaning closer then to place two fingers gently beneath Ella's chin, turning her face towards the windows, examining her. She immediately noticed that her cousin’s skin was too pale, and there was a faint sheen of sweat along her brow. Bath-damp hair clung to her cheek and neck, darkened by water, and the smell of steeped herbs from Dacero’s hot drink sat beneath the metallic trace of old blood.
Zerenah’s expression changed for one second as the hard line of her mouth broke.
Then she shut it down.
“You're right, you have lost too much blood,” she whispered. “And honestly, you sound almost offended that your body did not politely keep working for you.”
Sliding one hand beneath Ella’s injured arm, she slowly lifted it a few inches as her other palm hovered over the wound. Golden Light spilled from her hand then, in a controlled sheet, that was warm enough to chase the chill from the room, catching along the uneven scar as it sank into the damaged skin.
Ella would probably feel it first as heat and then pressure, and then a deep, uncomfortable pull of something foreign being forced to the surface.
Zerenah’s dark lashes lowered as she focused, breathing shallow as the Light brightened. It was disciplined, not wild or out of control but listening to the command of a paladin. The glow traveled along the wound into the thin lines, mapping the poison’s path through muscle and blood.
“There you are,” Zerenah whispered.
Her fingers flexed before a dark, thin residue gathered beneath the surface of Ella’s skin, drawing upward in threads. Zerenah’s golden eyes sharpened, concentrating and focusing harder as she moved her palm over the wound, the Light following to press the poison into one place until it beaded along the sealed cut like black sweat.
Quickly, Zerenah grabbed a clean cloth from the low table, and folded it over two fingers to wiped the poison away.
The cloth hissed faintly and her eyes did not leave it.
“Thinning agent,” she said. “And something meant to keep a healer from sensing the full spread. Not crude. Not cheap.”
Her gaze snapped back to Ella.
“Who is Darenius? His full name. Who introduced him? Where did you meet him? Did he touch your cup, your blade, your sleeve?” Her questions came fast now, clipped and cold. “Did he know you had a portal route home? Did he see the sigil pattern when you opened it?”
The Light pulsed again, harder this time as Zerenah pressed her palm flat against Ella’s shoulder, “Hold still.”
The healing deepened and the entire room began to smell of warm skin and clean magic. Zerenah could feel the Light pull tension through her small body but she kept her toned arms steady as the gold around her hand grew brighter until it reflected in Ella’s tired eyes.
The wound began to close properly now. Not just sealed, but repaired, and the swelling softened with the angry red line now faded at the edges. It wouldn't vanish completely, not after poison and all the blood loss.
Her thumb brushed the skin beside the scar once and only once. Then her expression hardened again. “You didn't get lazy.” she said softly. “Don't hand him that excuse."
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@mina52_s Her outfit is amazing. Will you be cosplaying as her? I need to watch Overlord at some point.
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Feeling cute dressed as Makoto Niijima from Persona 5 #MakotoNiijima #Persona5 #cosplay #cosplaygirl #Atlus
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OC Adepta Sororita
Sister Iverly of the Order of the Grieving Choir
c0mm for @/mooncalf_roxie (instagram)
afnm_sm@alejofnm
OC Adepta Sororita c0mm for @MeiMeisHusband
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@capellanx @NornQueenKya Her ?
Yamashiro (Azur Lane), given the AL Eugen and Atago, not 100% sure
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Husband's playing a tournament so I made him bring my case
Because while I trust my husband with other women, why take a chance
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