#I built up Taerne in kingdoms of amalur bc she fit there
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Definitely a Meet-cute yup
juuust fucking around with old-new characters and magic types I haven't put too much thought into yet and sure yeah maybe trying to get back into the habit of sharing some writing?
god that's a wild concept
I'm also very much sitting in work typing up some of the stuff I've written over the past month bc lads it be Quiet in here as ever
Anyway; Akeri and Taerne have a uh. yeah they sure uh
I don't think I've ever mentioned either of them before but it sure has been A Month (summer) that we're working through
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The woman comes stumbling out of the woods that back onto the cottage, and Akeri’s first thought is corpse.
She looks up, hand digging into the dirt for a connection, feeling the boundary agreement tremble through her bones.
Her second thought is that this is a woman alone, coming out of the woods that Akeri is here to protect and seal.
Akeri stands, hand still tight around dirt.
The boundary agreement snaps tight at the low stone wall and the woman (corpse) stops with it, swaying on her feet like a drunk.
She is drained, bleached white. Her hair is fine and tangled and just as pale, a glowing aura clumped with dirt.
She is naked, Akeri realises. Naked and covered in blood, splattered across fine lines traced over her skin in black ink that looks to still be wet.
She is staring at Akeri, her face smooth and expressionless. Her eyes dart from Akeri’s horns to her hooves to her tail, and her hand tightens around something pressed behind her arm.
��We have an agreement,” Akeri breaks the silence, pitching her voice clear, “the woods and I. Do you seek to break it?”
The woman (corpse sings the trees, reborn whispers the stones, stolen cries the earth) blinks at her. “You talk with the trees?” Her voice is rough, hoarse and croaking and almost broken. “You can hear what they say about what – about me?”
Akeri frowns.
There’s a storm front coming in, thick and dark over the woods. The wind tugs leaves from the bed of the woods, sends them flurrying around the woman and over the wall to rest in Akeri’s garden.
Akeri steps forward. “Do you have a name?” The wind cuts through her layers, sinking the chill into her bones.
The woman, naked as she is, doesn’t seem to be affected. Her swaying has faded out and now she stands solidly at the wall.
“Taerne,” she says (forgotten murmurs the trees, abandoned grumbles the stones, murdered mumbles the earth). “Just - Taerne.” She eyes Akeri. “Nothing more.”
“Akeri,” she replies, and lets the dirt fall from her grasp as she offers Taerne a hand. “Come on in. There’s a storm on the way.”
#mist worlds#akeri#taerne#Peace Broker#is the magic type#wait fuck what's my writing tag#writing pieces#fun fact akeri is very much based on my draenei shaman from back when I played wow#and if I had a computer that could hold it I would still be fucking around with her#I built up Taerne in kingdoms of amalur bc she fit there#n yes they will be in lesbians with each other it's just uhhh going to take a while.#also. I may. sort of possibly be pulling inspo from the untamed#having said that all I have is vibes#no plot but Taerne has definitely done some Questionable Shit in her past#the one other thing I have written for her is her resurrection#in which people are disappointed she isn't who they wanted to call back#(she probably is but the memories aren't there straight away)#anyway yeah. impending mortality apparently makes me dive for the characters that won't stay dead#which makes sense I'm being so healthy about this don't even worry about it#hm maybe I should also pick at Cai again#and do Kaithr and Ifernia count for this. maybe. god I should throw them all into a piece I think technically they can meet#which would be hilarious#even if it's not canon tho. I do what I want#oh god tumblr on a laptop without all the fixes. horrific.
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