can't sleep.

[taennyn]

Someone request babble on someone/thing. or a snippet.

[ETA] there is no time limit on this. You are free to request more than one babble and/or snippet.

[ETA2] Snips and babble so far:
Thaddeus, babble and snip (ignore the perverts down the thread, they're bad!werewolves), snip
Phoebe and Aifiric's wedding day
Isael (and Loki-horse), babble

Comments

[taennyn]

Closet hedonist. Massive texture fixation--especially natural textures, like linen weaves or the outer edges of primary feathers. As such, tends to Avoid textures that make him go *!!!* because it's distracting.
Grew up--until Gabriel got custody--a little touch starved. Is gradually getting used to casual touching--he used to jump when Gabriel did the hand-on-a-shoulder-to-encourage-movement thing.
Is, very gradually, getting attached to the idea of Gabriel-as-father-figure. You would never, ever get him to admit this; Gabriel is addressed as 'cousin' or 'Gabriel', not 'father', but it's getting to the point where the tone is saying more than the word used.

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There are two sorts of silence in his life, now. Empty silence, the sort that made some people put music on and try to drive away the creeping feeling of loneliness like mist around ankles.
And companiable silence, when he wakes up and just knows that Gabriel has been sitting up all night watching the sky again, sipping black coffee that fades from nearly scalding to

[taennyn]

.. probably not, no. He flailed for a bit when Vanej started petting his hair awhile back.

I do, too. He's very young, and touchy about it. But it's weirdly endearing--like a wolf-pup that hasn't grown into his feet yet. =P

[celeloriel]

Phoebe and Aifiric's wedding day.

[taennyn]

. . oh, dear

[celeloriel]

oof.

I have a lot of respect for her.

[taennyn]

So do I, when I'm not cussing about her buzzsaw tendencies. She's literally the only woman who's survived a marriage with Aifiric (although admittedly the other Queen died of old age, and it wasn't Aifiric's fault the second queen-consort was assassinated), and she seems to be one of the few people who's literally come out ahead, in nearly everything.

[billradish]

Isael. Babble, or snippet with Loki and Conall.

[klgaffney]

hey, no fair--she stole what i wanted. *pout!* isael with loki-horse.

[taennyn]

. . . . .

Loki likes to run--no. Loki likes to work, to be useful, but he demands that his rider prove their ability, always. He is a Forest horse--he's not afraid of wolf smell, so Conall can walk past without Loki rearing or even twitching particularly--which is nice, when Conall wants to tag along on a long ride. Long, leggy black wolf running alongside a red horse, a pack made more peculiar by the ease it shifts and changes when they smell manticore

[taennyn]

His character arc is going to be nearly as DIFFICULTinteresting as Aodh's--perhaps more so because so little truly changes when viewed from outside. Details, and their meaning, shift, but there's a need for attention paid to the smallest of details to see it from outside. There's a sweetness, and a sadness, and survivor's guilt like you wouldn't believe. The child who came in, untrained, at the end, and who will, in time perhaps become a true hand of the Crown. Not the king--not the person really wearing the crown--but the Crown. Serves because it is necessary, not because he is needed

[darthneko]

The Morrigan, goddess and person.

[taennyn]

*cheerful* Someone's owned

[darthneko]

[g] You know it.

And ooooooh. Naturally the little map of what makes the person tick is Shiny, but the look inside the goddess is super shiny. Thank you! (......no points for guessing what I nearly typed instead. Fingers are owned and trained.)

[taennyn]

It's cute.

*laaaaughs* yep.

[darthneko]

....and because you just said I could - baby!Aodh. (er... meaning pre-teenish, more or less.)

[taennyn]

Oh, that's not nice. *eyes cross*

" . . and the silver spoon," the boy hummed absently, trying to flick a curl out of his eyes without letting go of any of the strings, "little boy blue and the man in the moon--" he leaned back, hooking two loops over his bare toes and pulling others taut with his fingers. The enormous cat's cradle collapsed into a thin, complex weave of colours, which he examined critically by extending the foot he had the ends hooked into. "Hnh." He'd missed one cross-over point, a green string now lying next to another instead of next to a gold one, but it was near enough to make the person it was intended for cross his eyes in annoyance while trying to trace the pathway.
Whcih was half the fun, really. Their styles of magic were different enough that he often got lost trying to track the order layers of paint were applied in to create a living portrait, but it meant Sebastian could be counted on to get tangled following a really good cat's cradle

[darthneko]

Eeeeeeee! Death by cute!