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Residences / my reason why
« on: Jan 24, 2018, 09:39PM »
For a second she seemed startled, and then Seia gave a quick, nervous smile, and shook her head. "It wasn't - well. Um. It depends? On your definition of good. For bombs." Bombs were meant to... explode and all, but this one had been relatively stable. Still with the capacity to cause damage, but not as much damage as many had feared, judging from how it'd looked. Flashy. Flashy and eye-grabbing, was what it was, more for the sake of intimidation than causing actual damage.

Seia wished she was surprised. The various conflicts of Valhalla and Asgard spilled over to the Academy, too. In many cases, that was where people first got drawn in. It was a nexus point, and for many, the first introduction they'll have to those from other walks of life. It was meant to be unbiased place of learning - well, unbiased except towards Valkyrie, and Seia tried to keep it that way, but she knew by now that it was an impossible mission. No institution could be kept unbiased, because they were staffed by people. "It will," she said before she'd thought the question through. As always, the urge to reassure Surya trumped all others. "At least... the students will feel safer. It won't hurt." That is, if she chose wisely. If she guessed right, if her stringent vetting actually covered every base, if the position of power didn't go to their heads.

Seia didn't voice any of this. There was the guilt rearing its head, whispering how dare you be so selfish. How dare she place her burdens on him when he had so much to deal with already, when the last thing he needed was her problems. She shouldn't - she was terrible. She was terrible, and apparently the tears weren't quite as gone as she'd thought because there was the too-familiar choking sensation rising in her throat again, but this time it wasn't a flood. Thankfully, the pressure didn't break against her eyes this time, and she bit her lip as she swallowed it back. Shouldn't she be over this by now? Or, at least, a little better at pretending. She hated how easily she cried, how her tears made every situation seem worse than it was. It was so overdramatic and manipulative and attention-seeking, and she should be better than this. She was better than this, why was she suddenly so weak. "Surya," she said, hesitant, and almost closed her eyes before she cast them down. She couldn't bring herself to look at him right now, and it wasn't so much the admission of her mistake that made it so hard for her to push the words out, but the fallout that may follow. Or lack thereof. "I think - no." She shook her head, let out a soft breath. "I've been terrible to you. I'm sorry."

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 09, 2017, 04:28AM »
He didn't sound convinced. If Seia took a moment to look at her reaction from his perspective, she could see why. Insisting that she was fine after having burst into tears didn't seem very convincing, and - well.

She had never been a good liar, but she wasn't lying. But she was, wasn't she, because she kept her mouth shut and kept her head down even around him, because she was terrified of pushing him too far, because she couldn't stomach the thought of hurting him even incidentally, even if he asked, even if it was a type of hurt that most people were used to, that he should be used to if the world hadn't seen fit to break him from such a young age. Because lies of omission were still lies no matter what Laelia said, and Surya was her husband, not her child, so why was she treating him like one. There was a line between being considerate and outright neglect and she had stepped over it a long time ago, hadn't she. When was the last time she talked, actually talked to him? When did it become instinct for her to press herself ever-smaller in his presence, to pull on a mask that was even more opaque than the one she wore in public. Terrible, she was terrible, Surya deserved so much better, why was he still here, why was she so fucking selfish. Guilt chewed at bones, unleashed a hot wash of shame with every bite.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault, it was all on her, if only she hadn't been so stupid, so shortsighted, so self-absorbed, he wouldn't... or maybe he still would, but it'd be easier to blow away his concerns and have him actually believe her. This was all her fault, why did he still blame himself. No, she shouldn't - she needed to fix this, somehow, fuck she was such a colossal failure and she didn't deserve a second chance - no, she needed to fix this. Hadn't she spent enough time feeling sorry for herself? Being too self-absorbed was what led her to this mess in the first place, she needed to stop. Seia just nodded in response to his first statement, curled her body towards him as she poked through her head, tried to make words out of the jumbled mess of her panicked brain. ... wait, no, no, he was changing the subject, and for a moment she was almost tempted to follow along because she didn't want to think about this, because she couldn't find the right words to say in order to bring it up, because she'd spent so long not opening up that she didn't know how to anymore. She was so bad at this, how did Surya put up with her, why did he seem to still want to, why, why, why?

... or. Actually, going along with it might not be the worst idea? It was her being reticent and closed off that started this whole mess, and she could apologize until her throat turned hoarse but it still wouldn't actually fix anything. Surya might not believe her, and he'd be right not to, because she'd been terrible to him. Really, he'd be right to walk away from her after the way she'd treated him, but for some reason he was still here. She needed to fix this, and she had to start by not doing what she had been doing, didn't she. "It - um." Her voice faltered, and a nervous vulnerability that almost seemed shy crept into her tone, one he wouldn't have heard in years. It was fine, she almost said, her habitual response on the tip of her tongue, the same one she had been giving for the last forever before redirecting the conversation to be about him. "Someone tried to. Tried to sneak a bomb into one of the dorms last month. The students don't know. Most of the teachers don't, either. I'm. I've been drawing up more contracts for a bigger security team. I hope..." her voice trailed off, and she cleared her throat. "I hope it works?" The question was almost meant for him. Did she do that right? It seemed right, but. Shit, why had she let it build to the point where she was second-guessing herself while telling Surya about her day. This was the normal type of stuff that people told their husbands, right? Gods above and below, she was so bad at this.

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 08, 2017, 05:34AM »
A slight shiver of relief passed through her when Surya moved closer instead of away, and Seia closed her eyes, leaned her head against his chest, bit back another sorry. He wasn't leaving, he wasn't leaving, he wasn't leaving, he wasn't, he wasn't. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into his shirt with a white-knuckled grip she wouldn't ever think to turn on him. He was staying, he wouldn't go, didn't want to go, gods she was so scared - Surya was strong. Surya was strong, he could handle almost anything that life threw at him, but Seia wasn't. But Seia needed people, needed the reassurance of their presence, and never handled it well when they left even when they hurt her. Surya never did, though. He had a - ... not a right, but it would be so easy for him, and she wouldn't fault him for it, wouldn't hold it against him. Maybe she should, but she wouldn't, and he knew this, of course he did. In some ways, he was just as careful around her as she was around him, and if she was beating herself up about this then he must be doing it twice as much.

Seia sniffed and wiped her eyes, tried to get her breathing back to a semblance of control. The world felt fuzzy and unreal. She felt fuzzy and unreal, and Surya seemed like the only real thing right now. She listened to him talk, listened to the rapid thud of his heartbeat. He almost called himself that again. If only she could make time pause for a second that stretched on forever, if only she could pluck every worry out of his head and burn them to ash. Still with her eyes closed, she reached into her hair and pulled out the pins that kept Ceridwen in place, unclasped the golden collar around her neck that also made up Ceridwen's sealed state. For a moment she held her daemon in her hands as she let herself melt against Surya without any hard implements getting in the way, before she reached back and placed her daemon on top of her abandoned paperwork.

"You don't hurt me, Surya." Her voice was still a bit thick, still somewhat uneven, and a few tears still leaked from her eyes but they were dying down. She reached up and wiped them away, leaned against him almost hesitantly. "I'm sorry you think - no, I'm sorry I made -" Dammit, no, no, that's not what she meant, not what she wanted to say. "... sorry."

It wasn't him, it wasn't, it wasn't, but how to say it in a way that didn't sound cliche, in a way that he could understand. She barely understood, herself. "It's not - I'm not -" She didn't want to add to his burdens, didn't want to heap her problems on top of his when they seemed so inconsequential in comparison, but - she was a terrible wife, wasn't she. So caught up in not hurting him directly that she didn't notice when she did so indirectly, and she must've, if he thought that he made her unhappy. Seia didn't like to talk about herself, would rather help him work through his issues, and... shit. When the dam broke for her, it always broke like this. Surya was much better at this than she was. "You don't hurt me," she repeated, and curled her legs under her, tucked herself into the crook of his arm. "You don't make me unhappy, you don't, I promise - please don't leave." Her voice dropped to a whisper at the end, as she finally let herself say it. He said he wouldn't. He said he didn't want to. It was okay to say it then, right? If he wanted the same thing as her, she wasn't being unfair or coercive.

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 08, 2017, 03:15AM »
What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Seia couldn't help it when her face crumpled, when her breath caught on the next inhale, when - shit - shit -

Instinctively, she started to pull away, then paused, torn between - he needed her, she couldn't just - but she didn't want him to see, didn't want to... what was wrong with her, she was so selfish, so weak and fragile and selfish, this wasn't about her so why was she making it about her, why wasn't she stronger, why wasn't she enough. All of her carefully cultivated self control shattered under her fingertips like it always did when it actually mattered, and her vision blurred with tears she tried to blink back. They fell, instead, clung to her eyelashes and landed on the arm she had drawn over him to shield him from herself. She was so weak, it's been so long and she was still so weak, so weak compared to him and his father and her sisters. There was a time when Seia had hoped she might grow out of it, that she might be able to call herself a true Livian, but as the years passed, turned to decades and then centuries and then millenia, she had to accept the fact that this was just who she was, that she would always be lesser, more fragile, someone to be protected, someone who couldn't grow her own armour no matter how hard she tried, someone whose wounds never scarred, never closed, only continued to hurt and fester and bleed her dry.

How did Surya stand her. She wasn't much better as a Lucain, wasn't much better as anything. Seia had so much longer than him to man her defenses, to harden her heart, but she felt like glass that was stretched too thin held together by paper strings. "Sorry," she whispered, voice wavering as she pressed the back of her hand to her eyes, willed herself to stop, because this wasn't about her, she was being awful, she needed to get over herself, she needed... her other hand squeezed his, almost gripped his fingers with none of the careful control she usually showed him before she forced them to relax. She wouldn't make him feel trapped. Maybe this was him, telling her he's finally had enough, trying to give her an out so he wouldn't have to hurt her, still so kind even now. Something akin to panic started to choke her throat, and desperation tried to cloud her mind, tried to push all rational thoughts out of her head. Please don't go. She bit down on her tongue, shook with the effort of holding it back.

She wouldn't hurt him.

She wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't trap him, wouldn't be one of those awful things that happened to him. Mutely, she shook her head in answer to his question and swallowed, body curled towards his, silently pleading even as she ducked her head and tried to hide her face, curtain of blonde hair falling between them. "No," she choked out. "No, you don't -" her voice cracked, and her next breath came out in a shudder. Shit.

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 08, 2017, 01:10AM »
Don't, she almost said, before she stopped herself. What she meant was, don't be sorry. What she meant was, it's not your fault, there's nothing to apologize for, don't blame yourself, please don't blame yourself, but she didn't want Surya to stop coming to her when he was like this, when every synapse of his brain fired wrong. She didn't want him thinking that she didn't want to see him like this, that he should bury all of his grievances and pretend they weren't there. Instead, she moved with him, curled around him and held him like she could protect him. She wasn't enough. No one was enough, no one could ever be enough for just one person, she knew this, she knew, but gods be damned if she didn't hate feeling so helpless. Usually, Seia was fine with who she was, but at times like this she wished that she wasn't so small, wished that she could pull off intimidation like her sisters and her children and everyone else who was tied to her, wished that she could roar so he didn't have to, so he could hide in the darkness of her shadow. She wouldn't. She wouldn't, because she knew that it wasn't what he needed, wasn't what he wanted, especially from her, and she wasn't so selfish that she would ostensibly change herself for him just to appease her own anxieties, but it was so easy for her to see why people would.

"Surya," she murmured. "You're so brave. So strong. You don't see it anymore because you've grown so used to it, but I do. I..." she trailed off, ran her hand down his arm until she found one of his hands and laced her fingers in his, held it with a gentle grip in case he wanted to pull away. She wished that he could see himself the way she saw him, how bright he was, how he was the sun, her brightest source of light, how he was the north star that guided her every step. It wasn't obligation that kept her with him, wasn't pity or guilt or a reluctance to change what's become routine. She wasn't tied to him. There were other paths for her to walk, other roads that she could explore, but Seia never thought of stepping off the one that led her back to him. She chose him, again and again and again, not because she thought she should but because she wanted to, because she wanted him.

"I love you. I love you. Every part of you that the world sees. Every part of you that I see. Every part that you keep apologizing for. I don't mind. I'll never get tired of telling you this." A pause, and she pressed another kiss to the side of his head. "Thank you," she whispered, "for letting me in. I know it's hard for you. Thank you."

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 07, 2017, 01:50AM »
Ah. This again. A slight flicker of sadness crossed her face, though she didn't pause the slow, steady motions of her hands. Seia didn't hate dealing with his moods because she found them annoying, but because she hated the fact that he even had them in the first place. No, that someone had put them there. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't, and he knew this, but sometimes logic and emotion seemed to operate on entirely separate axes. Seia would give almost anything to silence the demons in his head, but there was only so much she could do. There was only so much he could do, and it was unfair, it was unfair and she hated it, hated the fact that all the burden was on his shoulders when it wasn't his fault, hated the fact that there were people, multiple people out there who would willingly do this, who would purposefully plan this.

Those who were responsible for him and Tihaan's ordeal had already been dealt with. It wasn't enough, though. Vengeance was good, but it didn't erase any of the actual damage. Her hand traced down the back of his head, skipped his neck, and came to a gentle rest between his shoulderblades as she leaned down and ghosted a featherlight kiss over his hair. "I don't," she said, just as quietly. "I don't put up with you. None of us do." Funny how he asked that when Seia wondered the same thing, wondered how he put up with her and her irrational fears and her ever-changing moods. Sometimes, she couldn't rid herself of the bone-deep tiredness that sat within her, and other times she couldn't bring herself to sleep for weeks because of a fire that raced within her blood and ate at her until she was left a spent, hollow shell. It was a good thing that Seia had spent so long cultivating her self control because she knew, she knew how easy it would be for her to slip into too much, for her to tip him past that delicate balance, and she would sooner die than hurt him.

It was almost selfish of her, how she hadn't ever really left him alone. Sometimes she wondered if she was a terrible person, if she had manipulated him into liking her somehow. He had learned of love and kindness far too late in life, and while she never pushed her presence onto him she had always hovered at his periphery. It was because she worried, she worried far too much, especially about him, but... but maybe she was blowing it out of proportion. No, she probably was. How selfish, for her to be dwelling on her own irrational insecurities when she should be focused on Surya.

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Residences / my reason why
« on: Dec 06, 2017, 08:17PM »
Seia worried.

It seemed to be all she did anymore, worrying. She worried about her kids, about what adventures and misadventures they got up to in Asgard away from her watchful eye. Even here, in Asgard, she still worried. Only Tihaan was at the Academy with her, and she... she shouldn't. She shouldn't, she knew, they were more than old enough to take care of themselves and it would be unfair of her to push her presence onto them, which was why Seia rarely acted on her irrational concerns. She worried about her sisters, Narcissa and her various fears, Laelia and her issues that she still would rather ignore than deal with, Metella and the burden of all the weight of expectation placed on her shoulders. Seia tried to help where she could, tried to ensure that the Academy taught its students enough that everything should run smoothly once they were placed in a division, but it still seemed so little. Everything she did to help, or at least try and help, seemed like so little against the constant, never-ending assuage of the world, and sometimes it felt like she was scrabbling at rubble and even after her fingers were worn down to bloody stumps it still would've made no difference.

She worried about Surya. Of course she did. She worried about everything, but the thought of Surya was a constant one that chewed at the back of her mind. It's been like that since the day she found him, and even if she tried, even if she wanted to, she couldn't push him aside. But again, she tried to not make it so obvious. Tried to, but it probably showed all the same. Seia had always been somewhat reserved, but when she felt something she had never been good at holding it back, and while she was practiced enough by now to fool most people, Surya wasn't most people. Mm. Then again, rarely did she ever make the effort to hide any part of herself from him. Surya had been through enough, and she didn't want him to even suspect that she would lie to him, give him any reason to be suspicious or afraid of her.

Sometimes she spent days at the Academy, but whenever she could, Seia took her paperwork home and worked on it there. She knew the Academy and its grounds well enough by now to be able to Blink to wherever she's needed, and she never took off her Invisor. There were times when Surya or the kids made it home early, and even Mirah usually dropped by at least once every couple of days. Seia tried to be here whenever they were, even with all their erratic schedules, even if they spent the entire time at opposite sides of the mansion and didn't talk to or otherwise acknowledge her presence. She didn't push herself onto others, but she still wanted to give her family the assurance of her presence. Most of them seemed bored with monotony, and she was the same way, but there was something to be said about consistency.

Curled up in the corner of a large loveseat, absentmindedly tapping a pen against her lower lip, she felt Surya's Force before she heard the door open. She didn't look up immediately when he walked in, scribbling her signature on the last page of another contract before she clicked the pen closed and placed them back on the side table. Her eyes rose to meet his, and she shuffled over a little to make room for him only to find his head on her lap. Ah. This was fine, too. Her fingers came down, lightly ran across the braids of his hair. Gentle, always gentle, she was always so careful when touching him, so focused on every shift of his body, all of his nonverbal cues in case she toed too close to the line of too much. Seia didn't speak, didn't ask him if anything was wrong, if he wanted to talk. Sometimes, it was hard to make sense of what went on in your own head, and there were times when talking helped and times when it didn't. She let Surya decide which one it was.

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Huli / Lucain, Seia
« on: Oct 13, 2017, 04:25AM »
Mostly a quiet and maternal presence, Seia keeps to herself and rarely makes waves, rarely causes controversy or purposefully steps into the spotlight. Even so, she doesn’t always fade into the background as she has that quiet presence where it’s obvious that there is more going on beneath the surface. It is hard to tell what, exactly, goes through her head. Seia doesn’t bother hiding the fact that her placid mask is a mask, but as for what is going on beneath that mask, well… you don’t need to know. Because of this, she does occasionally have a mysterious, unknowable air and may appear distant and unapproachable. While she is courteous and polite, Seia will rarely spare any kindness where it is unneeded. However, neither does she have a cold presence, and one may get the sense that her not overextending herself is simply an addition to her courtesy. Seia values her privacy, and she will assume the same of others until she is told otherwise. She will not intrude where she is unwanted, and if there is no extended invitation then she will not trespass.

Diplomatic and sensible, Seia leans towards neither optimism nor pessimism and instead maintains a realistic worldview. The old adage of hoping for the best but expecting the worse applies to her, and even when she does take risks she will have several back-up plans. Most likely, though, any risky behaviour of hers stems from the actions of someone else. As she is surrounded by impulsive idiots, this occurs more often than you’d think, or perhaps exactly as often as you’d think considering she is surrounded by impulsive idiots. A taming influence among the wild whims of the Livians and Lucains, Seia is cautious and discreet, occasionally veering towards calculation but never outright manipulation. Instead of a warrior, she is a tactician, preferring to retreat into the shadows and work behind the scenes in order to achieve her goals. Pragmatic and watchful, Seia has a keen eye for detail and a tendency towards catching on to what’s said between the lines. Even when she doesn’t seem to be paying attention, she is paying attention, and it’s hard for anything to slip past her. Occasionally it can be unnerving when she knows something about you that she shouldn’t. No, she’s not psychic. Most likely, either she overheard it from someone else, or you told her yourself and then forgot about it, or she pieced it together from seemingly unrelated info.

There is a vivacious personality hidden under her calm demeanor, but it only shows itself in certain situations. Not due to shyness, at least, not anymore, but because Seia sees no need to spare the effort for total strangers. They don’t need to know what lies beneath her placid shell, and frankly, they have no right. What Seia chooses to reveal to the world is by her discretion and her discretion alone. Among the original Livian cohort, Seia was the baby of the family. Obviously, she isn’t anymore, and she retains few of the typical youngest child traits into her old age, but some of them still linger. At times she can be petulant, and though she will never throw tantrums she can still be a bit of a sore loser when she doesn’t get her way. Though not acerbic by any stretch of the term, Seia can have a sharp tongue when she chooses to use it. Usually, it is tempered by kindness, and she is never overly blunt or forceful, but she chooses her words carefully so that others cannot misinterpret them. If you want to play stupid, that’s your fault, not hers. She’s too old to play the he-said-she-said game.

There is a snobby, intellectual streak in her. Seia doesn’t look down on those who prefer hobbies that may be considered more crass and common, but she will not indulge in them herself. When it comes to physical labour, she prefers to delegate. Similarly, she doesn’t like to get her hands dirty, but if the need arises then her honour dictates that she should do the deed herself instead of pushing that off on an underling. More commonly, though, she will find ways to work around it so she wouldn’t have to take that route in the first place. When it comes to hurdles and hardships her first instinct is still to ignore them and hope that they either go away on their own or that someone else takes care of it for her. She doesn’t, of course, and she does deal with her own issues, but it is a learned response and something that she still has to regularly remind herself of. Unfortunately, her avoidant personality appears to be a life-long thing, which can get trying when you count your lifespan by millennia. Though Seia is capable of standing on her own, she doesn’t like to and would much rather linger in the shadows of those she considers better and brighter. She does have anxiety and a minor inadequacy complex, but both are not as bad as they could be, at least, not anymore. While Seia can tolerate the spotlight, she still only tolerates it. She doesn’t like it, and would much rather redirect it to someone who flourishes in it instead.

Seia has a fast-paced mind that is always hungry for knowledge. You’ll often find her flipping through books in her downtime or listening attentively to someone who’s been through experiences that she hasn’t, or knows a lot about something she doesn’t. Somewhat artistically inclined, Seia has a penchant for picking up new hobbies, putting them by the wayside, and maybe eventually wandering back to them if they pique her interest again. Sometimes they spill over to the rest of her family, both the Lucains and Livians. Her daughter, for example, got her interest in metalwork from her which has expanded in recent years to include clay and ceramic and glass. Mirah is actually pretty renown for her decorative and functional pieces, and Seia always teases that she should be getting credit for her success. Some other hobbies that she’s picked up and put aside include weaving, needlework, basketry, embroidery, sewing, beadmaking, bookbinding, calligraphy, feather painting, kirigami, engraving, paper making, woodworking… she knows the basics of pretty much anything you can think of. … when you live to be as old as her, you accumulate a looooot of experience in various things throughout the years, especially when you are as curious as she is.

Much as she tries to hide it, Seia is actually very tactical-inclined and has proven herself time and time again to be an outstanding war tactician. She especially shines as a field commander where she cannot afford to second-guess her plans. Many who know her now are surprised to find that she is a many-times war veteran, but maybe it shouldn’t be a shock. Valkyrie had not always been at peace, and Seia had been with it since its founding. She tries to downplay her accomplishments on the field, as she doesn’t actually much like violence and is probably the closest to being a pacifist in both her families.

Some of the surprise probably come from the fact that there is nothing really intimidating about her, at least in her demeanor and appearance. In fact, she doesn’t really look intimidating at all, just… cute. Maybe pretty, if that’s what you’re into. Despite being over two thousand, Seia still looks like a teenaged girl or a young adult. This is fine with her, as intimidation isn’t really her style. Of course, age and appearance don’t work the same way in Asgard, but relating the two is a habit that is so ingrained for most that it is hard to discard. This doesn’t mean, however, that she is incapable of putting down a firm hand, and she lets her actions speak for her rather than vice-versa. As with everything else about her, this is something that is revealed only once you get to know her. It is easy to underestimate Seia, and she makes no moves to correct those misconceptions. Obstinacy is not her style, and she works with what she has instead of trying to make up for what she hasn’t.

It is not often that she needs to put down a firm hand, anyway, in her line of work, and besides, everything is easier for her if she remains approachable. Seia is not an unreasonable boss; in fact, she is perhaps more lenient than she should be. What many don’t get is that her leniency doesn’t come from her being a pushover, but rather from courtesy. When it comes to small infractions, Seia is willing to look the other way, but she draws her lines clear and bold and if anyone steps over those lines she will know that it is no accident. Mercy and fair play are both important to her, and she will hear them out if they have a legitimate reason, but she is still capable of doling out punishment and while her temper doesn’t burn bright or hot, it still exists. Few can ever recall her being truly angry, but perhaps that is another reason to be wary when it finally shows its head.

Beneath it all, Seia does have a soft heart that is still vulnerable and open to hurt even after the various traumas she’s experienced. Or perhaps it is because of those various traumas that she is so easy to hurt, as she was broken too early to develop a tough skin. What didn’t kill her only hurt her instead of making her stronger, and there is a fair bit of pain hidden under her courteous and soft-spoken mask. Seia rarely likes to talk about the past, and few will hear her true age from her mouth. Despite the leniency she affords to her subordinates and colleagues, she has very high expectations when it comes to herself and any failure to meet those expectations is, in her eyes, another mark against her. While she doesn’t view pity as a bad thing, and she doesn’t instinctively shun any kindness or comfort that is extended to her, Seia still shies away when it is directed at her sometimes because she feels she doesn’t deserve it. Unfortunately, her shying away does occasionally resemble lashing out. Along the same lines, Seia will never volunteer to share her troubles. Someone else has to ask first. … she may, however, hover awkwardly or drop various hints when she wants to talk. Some consciously, but mostly unconsciously.

Seia both is and isn’t a part of Valkyrie proper. She is the founder and headmistress of the academy attached to Valkyrie, that trains new recruits before they join Valkyrie proper and also offers education to the noble children and children born to members of Valkyrie. Seia has also founded many schools across the various nations of Asgard, though they are run by the locals.

Friends
Seia is a Mom. She is Such A Mom, and everyone knows this. If you make friends with her, be prepared to have her constantly fussing over you about everything. She will make you food. She will clean your living space. She will pester you about going to bed on time. She’s had several kids, and it shows. Seia seems to have absorbed the Lucain penchant for adoption along with inheriting the Livian penchant for adoption and somehow manage to have both coexist within her. Everyone is her child. Everyone. Even if you are not her child, you are her child, and you just have to live with this.

When she’s not dealing with the Academy, she actually spends more time on Asgard proper than Valhalla, searching for Astrals who have enough Force to become Valhalir. Actually, Seia mostly just wants to make sure that they don’t starve and incidentally points them at Valkyrie while she’s at it. If your character is Asgardian and needs to find their way to Valkyrie somehow, Seia is more than happy to be their patron. Similarly, if your character is already a part of Valkyrie and used to be Asgardian, Seia could’ve been their referrer.


Enemies
Seia is supremely uninterested in having any enemies. If she doesn’t like you, she’ll leave you alone. If you don’t like her, then she’ll avoid you. If you make yourself a danger to her or hers, she will systematically break you until you are no longer a danger, only killing as a last resort. … look, she tries really hard to be a pacifist, but she is related to Metella and married into the Lucains and knows by now that not every issue can be solved peacefully. Still, she will at least try. Unfortunately, too many mistaken her mercy for weakness and push too far until she has no choice but to destroy them. … usually, though, her sisters or her children or her husband gets to it first. They all know that Seia is far too kind for her own good.

Lovers
Taken. Very taken. Like, there is an ideal, and she is the ideal, taken. … this version of her might be poly, though, but I can’t really see anyone making a move on her when she and Surya are everyone’s OTP. Not that she cares. She is very happy with Surya. Very very very happy. Gross.
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Shipper Container / Lucain, Seia
« on: Oct 25, 2016, 12:05PM »
Character Name: Seia Lucain
Character Age: 2,106
Character Species: Shinigami
Birth Place: Rome
Current Residence: Seireitei
Non-Gotei Alliance: Shinoreitsujin. Idk if this counts as Gotei or not actually. Hmm.

Zanpakutou Name: Ceridwyn - A legendary Welsh enchantress, sometimes regarded as a goddess of rebirth and inspiration.
Release Command: Anadlu (Breathe)
Zanpakutou Appearance: When sealed, Ceridwyn does not take the form of a sword, or, indeed, any weapon. Instead, it takes the form of a combined necklace and hair piece, both gold, connected by thin golden chains, seemingly nothing but an elaborate piece of jewelry. Seia does carry two golden daggers with her; most people assume that's her zanpakutou.

Shikai Description: A glaive seemingly made of apparently pure gold. Despite its appearance, it can cut just as well as steel.
Shikai Abilities:
Medusa
This one isn't much for precision. Seia sends a jolt of electricity through the point of her glaive, paralyzing all enemies within ten meters. Allies will be unaffected. There is a small chance of this causing minor damage.

Lupa
A wall of white and blue fire appears between Seia and the enemy. The longer its out, the bigger it grows, until it curves around her opponent(s) and completely engulfs them.

Draupadi
Invisible "bombs" appear around the battlefield. They don't affect her allies or neutral parties, but if an enemy steps on them or even appear above them they explode, dealing damage. This lasts even after Ceridwyn reverts back to its sealed form; the entire Shino grounds is actually a veritable bomb field.

Morgana
All allies get a +10 in damage.

Bankai Description: Creirwy - In Welsh legends, Creirwy is the daughter of Ceridwyn, sometimes associated with Persephone and Prosperpina. In bankai, Creirwy takes on the form of golden chains that encircle the battlefield, constantly moving and shifting and attacking enemies while protecting allies. Each link of Creirwy hisses and spews out a thick mist that limits visibility while also drowning out sounds.
Bankai Abilities: Along with visibility, Creirwy's mist also blocks reiatsu. The reiatsu of everyone will seem to almost completely disappear, and all kidou attacks will be halved in strength. Any spells below level 20 just cannot be cast. Seia herself is exempt from this rule, along with everyone she considers an ally. Neutral parties will still be affected. Creirwy's chains will attack anyone Seia considers an enemy, dealing melee damage. Occasionally, they may completely wrap themselves around an opponent and paralyze them. -20 health will be docked every time they attempt a kidou attack, and damage will be quartered instead of halved.

Apzu will be initiated if all opponents are trapped. A jolt of electricity passes through Creirwy's chains, paralyzing all opponents for three turns and dealing 3x the rolled damage for all of those turns.

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