NAME: Wren Avistan AGE: 26 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Bisexual PROFESSION: Warlock BACKGROUND: Centuries ago, the city-state of Drerul was ruled by a theocracy. Although culture and trade flourished, key members of the nobility felt the Sultan held too much power. These ambitious humans called forth three devils, one for each of their houses: Royalty, Black Duke, and Lady Ashes. Deals were done, contracts signed, and the newly made tieflings overthrew the Sultan of Drerul. A senate was established with the heads of the three houses in power. Wren is the youngest of three siblings in the current ruling line of House Avistan. He grew up largely neglected by his parents and his relationship with his eldest sister, Hawk, was particularly strained. When she assumed control of the family’s wealth and assets when Wren was 14, she sent him to live separately from the Avistan estate, citing that he was an “embarrassment.” In an effort to avoid an arranged marriage, Wren fled the continent when he was 19 and drifted aimlessly on his own until he stumbled upon the realm of an Archfey, Caoimhe. As a trespasser he was hers to claim, but in the fashion of his ancestors Wren struck a deal; he negotiated seven years of freedom and a pact. Caoimhe became his patron, granting him his warlock abilities. This was three years ago.
PHYSICAL Body type: Curvy Eyes: Strawberry red Hair: Steel blue Skin: Dusky violet Height: 5′11″ Weight: ~77 kg
LIKES Colours: Gold, brass, copper, teals Smells: Spices, heady perfumes, black tea Food: Anything spicy Fruit: Hot peppers, pomegranates, nopales
Drinks: Chai, specifically the kind made in Drerul Alcoholic drinks: The stronger the better
OTHER Smoke: Recreationally Drugs: Recreationally Driver’s license?: N/A
Revlon Colorstay Shadows are a bit of a hit-and-miss with me because I find they are all one texture. There is no contrast between mattes and shimmer and glitters. All of them are the same satin finish, and you don’t always get great color payoff.
But one of my favorites is Copper Spice, which consists of a champagne, a peach, a coppery-russet, and a dark cocoa. Nude Elements is popular, but I find it a little duller and less flattering than Copper Spice.
But here’s what I do with 3-4 color palettes to get maximum mileage out of the shades.
Step 1: Apply the 3rd shade, the coppery-russet, onto the outer 2/3 of the lids. Having a good base and using a flat brush to pack the color on will give you more intensity.
Step 2: Apply the dark cocoa along the lower lash line and outer corners of the upper lids for definition. If you have mono-lids, go ahead and sweep along the hollow of the eye socket a little.
Step 3: Apply the palest champagne-gold to the inner corners of the lids, and downwards on the inner corners of the lower lash line as well.
Step 4: Apply black liquid liner to the upper lash line, and then black mascara to top and bottom lashes. Put on fake lashes if you need a little extra oomph. This is a look that transits well between day and night.
Step 5: Here comes the multi-tasking step you can take with most neutral-to-warm eyeshadow palettes. With a big fluffy brush, apply the two palest highlight shades to your cheekbones as highlighter. (Yes, it doesn’t ALWAYS have to go onto your brow bone. And I DO recommend sticking with one spot, not both, if you don’t want to overdo it.)
This gives a lovely sheen and coordinates with your eye look.
BOOK REVIEW: An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson
We were in the autumnlands. Dim as it was, the forest glowed. The golden leaves flashing by blazed like sparks caught in the updraft of a fire. A scarlet carpet unrolled before us, rich and flawless as velvet. Rising from the forest floor, the black, tangled roots breathed a bluish mist that reduced the farthest trees’ trunks to ghostly silhouettes, yet left their foliage’s luminous hues untouched. Vivid moss speckled the branches like tarnished copper. The crisp spice of pine sap infused the cool air over a musty perfume of dry leaves. A knot swelled in my throat. I couldn’t look away. There was too much of it, too fast. I’d never be able to drink it all in…
These are things that help your energy body restore energy:
Light/Bright Green Candles
Tree Root Method (visualization outdoors)
Once upon a time, on a long night in that middling, liminal period when the days are warm and dry, but the air smells of rain, a flier set out to visit some friends. Though they’d never been entirely comfortable with long night flights, they hadn’t seen these friends in ages, and it promised to be a spectacular time. And sure enough, it was. The rich energon and oil cakes flowed freely, and the group laughed until their struts groaned. It was a ridiculous hour before anyone even thought of going home, but at last, the time came for the stuffed, contented bot to bump helms with their hosts and set off into the night.
“Just be careful as you’re flying over Ball Joint Ridge,” said one of the bot’s friends. “They say something wrong lives down in the gulleys.”
The flier’s optics went painfully wide. After all, they’d made this trip under the assumption that those dark, wet gulleys were very clear of somethings that were wrong.
“Don’t listen to her,” said their other friend. “She believes there’s something awful around every corner. Don’t even get her started on spire fields.”
The flier, not quite willing to shell out for a ground bridge home, begrudgingly let themselves be reassured. And off they went into the night.
It comes out of nowhere, like many of his questions, things that seem to him like a natural next step from the swirling maelstrom of thoughts, ideas, feelings into words, before he remembers that not everyone can see into the minds of others.
“Are you… funny?” Fawn stops picking at a bit of crumbly mortar between the stones underneath him and looks up, eyebrows drawn together. There’s a little crinkle between his brows, and Cole would very much like to touch it, smooth it away, or maybe… maybe kiss it.
“I asked you,” Cole says, and he smiles a little, offering a joke, a test. The elf lets out a sharp little sound, something like mirth, startled and stilted. His laughter is like that, sudden little blurts, as if they’re surprised out of him. They usually are, Cole thinks, because sometimes his eye grow wide, and he looks as if he wants to call the sound back to roost, to pretend it never happened. As if he’s afraid to be happy, even if it’s just for a moment.
Dim as it was, the forest glowed. The golden leaves flashing by blazed like sparks caught in the updraft of a fire. A scarlet carpet unrolled before us, rich and flawless as velvet. Rising from the forest floor, the black, tangled roots breathed a bluish mist that reduced the farthest trees’ trunks to ghostly silhouettes, yet left their foliage’s luminous hues untouched. Vivid moss speckled the branches like tarnished copper. The crisp spice of pine sap infused the cool air over a musty perfume of dry leaves. A knot swelled in my throat. I couldn’t look away. There was too much of it, too fast. I’d never be able to drink it all in…