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kylenne.etheirys.social
maybe gishien for LNY. what then
February 17, 2026 at 6:05 PM
kylenne.etheirys.social
Butterfly and I didn’t even have to think about it gjfhchch (it’s on the gishien playlist even)
February 19, 2025 at 7:47 PM
kylenne.etheirys.social
lrp maybe I can finally pose gishien…need her with short kings 😭
August 12, 2025 at 6:08 PM
kylenne.etheirys.social
#1W3L | #aurorawrites | #gishien
Stood silently upon the wooden deck of a small, nondescript vessel—scarcely more than a dinghy, of a surety—the verses of Hingashi poets came to her unbidden, rising from the depths of memory to drift as idle flotsam upon the gentle waters of the One River: The blossoms of Spring are all the more precious, for so briefly they bloom. She clung to such verse, writ so elegantly in delicate ink, and gazed upon her beautiful lord as he grew ever distant upon the shrinking shore of the Enclave, and she drifted from him—she, the evanescent petal, borne as ever upon the azure winds of fate.
July 8, 2026 at 3:40 AM
kylenne.etheirys.social
bc I never talk abt gishien: that time he not only showed immaculate game w Gisèle but also deliberately repudiated Magnai’s cruelty toward her, and unwittingly called back to another pivotal moment she had in another life on the Seventh.
Gisele glanced down curiously, as Hien reached into the purse at his belt, beside his fine, lacquered scabbard, and pulled back a tightly held fist. He raised it before her, unfurling his calloused fingers to reveal a blossom of breathtaking beauty. "Hien..." Gisele gasped softly, marveling in awe at the complex gradients of color within its long, narrow petals-violet fading to lavender, into lilac, with a pistil of purest white at the heart of them. "Tis a tiger iris...they bloom upon the Steppe in spring, through the summer. I found this one, thriving in a rocky crevasse within Bardam's Mettle, and it struck me as I gazed upon it that I had seen such a color before," Hien explained. "For it reminded me of your eyes. Pray, forgive me once more, if I am too bold—I feared I would never find an opportune moment in which to present it to you, before it perished, but felt it might brighten your evening." "You are not too bold, my lord," Gisele said softly. "Never." Hien smiled, and reached up to tuck the tiny, slender stem of the iris within the collar of her robe; then, he took her by the hand, with exceeding gentleness, and raised her fingers to his lips, pressing them long and hard agains them. Gisele was glad to be seated then, for her knees quivered like jelly at the sensation, and his warm breath dancing across her knuckles. "You deserve such tribute, Gisele," Hien said softly. "Do not doubt it. And do not doubt that you are more than the Warrior of Light, as strong as she is. You are Gisele des Fortemps, beloved of men and women, a lady of quality, of surpassing wit and the rarest beauty. You are a gentle maiden, whose blade dances in the morning mist, and—" His lips caressed her fingers once more, pressing the tenderest of kisses into them. "You are ethereal."
January 20, 2026 at 7:14 PM
kylenne.etheirys.social
i get how hard it can be and I’m rooting for you (I am quiet abt gishien for similar reasons) 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
August 6, 2025 at 6:34 PM