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A Splendid Day
Furina:*packing groceries* That’s everything. Thank you very much.
Merchant:The pleasure is all mine! You’re one of my best customers.
Furina:The price is still 500 mora for everything?
Merchant:On the house.
Furina:P-Pardon?
Merchant:Your birthday. It’s on the house, and I will accept nothing less!
Furina:But-
Merchant:It may not be a national holiday anymore and you may not be our Archon, but a little free macaroni and beverages is the least I’d like to offer. A birthday is still a birthday.
Furina:…*smiles* Thank you for the gift.
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A little later, the national celebrity walks down the streets of her nation only to be stopped by the sight of a top hat floating down into her hands. She looks up to see Lyney, Lynette, and even Freminet sitting on the railing of bridge covered in the nation’s flowers in a pattern that spelled her name.
Lyney:HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Lynnette:*clapping*
Freminet:T-Ta Da….
Lyney:C’mon you two. A little more energy.
Furina:Hahaha! My, my, this is quite the shock. *red* How long have you been planning this?
Lynette:Your birthday is no secret. We had ample time.
Freminet:The hardest part was keeping them alive long enough to do this.
Lyney:Just our little way of showing our gratitude. We wouldve baked a cake, but I fear our skills our outmatched in that department.
Furina:All cake is good cake if it’s sweet enough. Who is outmatching your-
???:Haaaapppy Birthday!
Furina didn’t get the chance to turn around before Navia swooped her up into a bear hug, spinning her around lovingly while Clorinde and Sigewinne held a small present patiently.
Furina:Never mind Lyney!
Navia:*puts her down.* How’s the birthday girl!?
Furina:Startled, but pleasantly surprised.
Sigewinne:Perfect! Exactly how a birthday should be!
Clorinde:Happy Birthday, Lady Furina.
Furina:Hehe, wow. Everyone take the day off or something? I was expecting a little get together or gift. Honestly I’m a tad embarrassed.
Chiori:*struts in* Since when does the wonderful Furina de Fontaine prefer a “little” get together?
Furina:How long have I been retired from leadership?
Chiori:Pfft, please. In or out of power, you’re still the same person who demanded dozens of retakes for a film in the name of “producing a diamond among diamonds in the craft.”
Furina:And we won! I will never forsake the arts!
Sigewinne:And we will never forsake your wonderful efforts.
Her and Clorinde walked up and presented the box. Furina only had to undo the ribbon to reveal it to be a makeup box containing an array of colors and tools to use.
Sigewinne:I made every color!
Clorinde:I made the box.
Chiori:Now we stop by my store so you can feast on Navia’s pastries in style.
Furina:How many pastries?
Navia:Yes.
Furina:Fantastic.
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More than 500 birthdays, and this might be the first one filled with true joy. Eating cheesecake while wearing a lovely pale blue sundress with dark blue water droplets on the skirt and cuffs that matched the sun hat she was given. Her nails matched perfectly and her lipstick was admittedly a little ruined now because of danishes, but she didn’t care! Furina even smelled like fresh rain thanks to Emilie’s lovely new perfume she made with the help of resource gathering/testing from Chevreuse and Neuvillette.
Charlotte took a photo of the girl’s pure joy as she dined with friends.
Furina:!? Please tell me you didn’t take that mid bite?
Charlotte:Of course I did. You need moments to smile at.
Furina:Myself!?
Wriothesley:*pouring more tea* Gotta admit, I’m a little jealous I didn’t get this brand on my birthday.
Clorinde:You didn’t like the “gift” I gave you?
Wriothesley:Oh I loved it. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Navia:Don’t spoil good food with certain topics you too. This is a sweet gathering. Not saucy.
Furina:You all really outdid yourselves. I don’t know what to say aside from thank you.
Lynette: “You can have the last slice” is a second option.
Freminet:Ummm-
Lynette:It was a joke. I would never rob someone of that honor. The last of any dessert is always the best.
Furina:Would you like to split the-
Lynette:If you insist.
Furina cuts the last danish is half and shares, giggling alongside her friends at Lynette’s perky ears as she ate. The girl was swept in the laughter she hadn’t realized Neuvillette had finally joined them.
Neuvillette:Today seems like a wonderful day to be out.
Furina:Huh? Neuvillette!? You took off too!?
Neuvillette:Is that so strange. Half the day has gone by. I used it do enough work to give the rest of today to properly wish you a wonderful birthday. I’m happy to see others make that possible.
Furina:Yes, it’s really more than I ever hoped her. I’m serious when I say I don’t really know what to say. Frankly I-
Navia:Now don’t go saying “I don’t deserve it.”
Chevreuse:She’s right. Thank you is more than enough. Besides, everyone here would easily agree that you deserve nice things ten fold.
Furina:Sniffles You guys… don’t make me cry today!
Neuvillette:So*reveals jewelry box* this might be a bad time.
Furina:You have another gift for me!?
Neuvillette:I wouldn’t count pointing out a good source of water for your perfume as a my gift. I could do that any day of the week. This however, took quite a bit more time and a trip to the bottom of several bodies water.
Knowing Furina best, Neuvillette wrapped the gift in a way that allowed her to still open it with ruining the design. The young lady choked on her own breath when her eyes saw shining white pearls in the form of a necklace. Neuvillette took the jewelry and put it around her neck while everyone was stunned into silence.
Freminet:Those are- how did you find so many perfect pearls?
Neuvillette:I am no stranger to sea life or waiting.
Navia:And here I thought I gave the best present without a doubt.
Clorinde:It wasn’t a contest.
Lyney, Lynette, Chiori: No it kinda was. We went all out.
Furina:I’m just- these are so expensive looking! And beautiful! I might have to start revising my entire wardrobe to wear these more often.
Neuvillette:Hehe, I don’t mind if you limit their use to a special occasion like today or a grand opening of a play. I simply wanted to give you something only I could manage, like everyone else.
Wriothesley:All I did was supply a big enough kitchen for Navia. Now I’m starting to think I should’ve fought some ancient monster for gems alongside Clorinde.
Chevreuse:Umm, Clorinde? When you said you made the makeup box….
Clorinde:I used only the finest of materials. It just so happened the finest things may involve interacting with less than fine creatures.
Furina:You could buy a box! All of you are so…wonderfully ridiculous. Neuvillette, thank you for this. I love it. Today has truly been splendid. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Charlotte:You’re welcome!
Emilie:Charlotte, what was your gift.
Charlotte:Who do you think made all the invites, planned the timing and picked the location? It’s a little past midday, the space isn’t crowded, and more importantly, Furina still hasn’t eaten a proper birthday cake!
Furina:Ooooo I still get one? Wonderful! Although…I’m admittedly a bit on the fence. *crosses arms* I can’t believe Aether bragged about his baking skills just to go off to Natlan before ever letting me get my own personal cake! Not to mention not a single birthday letter! He’s probably off breaking some law right about now or fighting an ancient evil he stumbled into.
???:That sounds more like you, than me. I’m actually careful.
???:Yeah! How else would be able to carry a packaged cake through the desert!?
Furina froze up, her heart skipping a beat after hearing two familiar voices call behind her. She slowly looked over her shoulder and saw familiar faces that made her ignore any on lookers as her body took off out of her seat without thinking; the girl was full on sprinting towards Aether so quickly that he had no choice but to hand over the three layered cake to Paimon before catching Furina, who jumped right into his arms. Thankfully Clorinde zipped over to help Paimon balance the final dessert, but frankly, everyone doubted Furina cared about the cake as her embrace around Aether grew tighter while he spun her.
Furina couldn’t care less about any pictures getting taken or the giggles from her friends at the moment. She was just happy to be held again, resting her face in the crook of his neck.
Aether:H-Hello. You look lovely. I take it you missed me?
Furina:Yes. Don’t you dare let go until I say so.
Aether:*red* O-Oh. I thought you were going to deny it.
Furina:Later, but for now…
She raised her head to see his dumb smile before giving Aether a heartfelt kiss. Clorinde leaned over awkwardly and pulled down Furina’s sun hat over the two in order to create any semblance of privacy.
Neuvillette:I think she forgot she’s in company.
Sigewinne:Well, I think Aether won.
Navia:If I had to lose, it’s an honor to go out like this.
Chiori:You actually lost to Charlotte. If she planned the spot alongside the timing with the invites…
The reporter held up a photo of birthday girl with a tearful smile getting spun around in the arms of her happiness smiling back at her as the warm light of the afternoon barely broke through around the vast colors of flower petals.
Charlotte:Like I said, you need moments to smile at.
#genshin impact#gi navia#gi clorinde#gi sigewinne#gi chevreuse#gi charlotte#gi chiori#gi emilie#gi aether#gi paimon#gi furina#gi wriothesley#furina de fontaine#aerina#gi lyney#gi lynette#gi freminet
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you don't have to dance alone
#aether#furina#aerina#genshin impact#i can't move past furina keeping the act to the very end#even when an outlander alien to teyvat offered to be a listening ear#that was hardcore of her
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Reposting my recent Aerina works from twitter to here, I love them sm!!
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Furina: ... and the Furina Award goes to...
Traveler: Whoa whoa, time out. Why is the award named after you?
Furina: Uh...
Paimon: You must've been a real piece of work during your Archon days to have an award named after you.
Furina: It's not like I was in charge of naming it!
Paimon: Uh huh...
Furina: Look, it's your award, do you want it or not?
Traveler: I just wanna apologize on behalf of my emergency food for her remarks.
Paimon: Hey!
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The sun and the moon
Even in the day the moon is visible in the sky, dancing wistfully among the clouds with the sun.
Requested art from @livingnosis
Someone please notice the dress design I spent a solid hour trying to draw that 😭
#technically this is us in headspace#so uh ship tags are silly#aerina#scaraether#genshin impact#genshin fanart
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Incorrect Aerina Quotes
Furina : Can you pass the salt, daddy?
Both Aether & Neuvillette : Both reaches for the salt
Furina, embarrassed : Aether...!!!
Aether : uhhhhh...
Neuvillette : You have a ten second headstart.
A : Yes sir! Books it
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F after pulling down Aether's tights : Hurray, I did the thing!!!
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A : What do you mean I'm under arrest?! What did I steal?
F : My heart!
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F : Aether, why did you have Paimon dress up like me?
A : Paimon wanted to see if I could be a good boyfriend to you, why?
F, beginning to tear up : Ok
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F : Sings the most beautiful song in existence all while Aether watches her
A : I had no ideas Angels lived in Teyvat.
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Oc-tober day 23
Twilight
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“Hey kiddo, watcha doing out here?”
Aerina looked up from where she was crouching on hands and knees in the dirt.
“Looking at bugs.”
“Oh, really?” Dai crouched down next to her. “What are they doing?”
“Just walking. Sometimes carrying stuff. I like blocking their path ‘cause it makes them all confused, but then they find a way around it.”
Dai observed the trail of ants, which went across or around several rocks, leaves and whatever other items his daughter had been able to find. On the ground not far from her lay a small notebook with a pencil, which she’d clearly forgotten about as it had dirt and leaves all over it.
He picked it up and brushed off some of the dirt. It was one of her school worksheets. At the top it was labelled “animals around my house”. Below that, it read “KITY”, but the rest of the page was empty.
“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up.
“My homework for tomorrow.”
“Shouldn’t you get started on that?”
“I will, in a minute.”
“It will be dark in a minute; it’s almost your bedtime. How about we fill it out together?”
She let out a long, dramatic sigh, as only a 5-year-old could, and pushed herself up from the ground.
“I guess the ants will have to survive without me,” she shrugged.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” he smiled. “That’s one more animal to put on the list.”
He handed her the booklet back. “ANTS” she scrawled on it – only the “N” was backwards.
“Now what other animals have you seen today?”
“There was a biiiiiiiig spider next to the door. But I acted like I didn’t see it, so it probably went away.”
“Maybe,” Dai nodded, pretending to understand this logic. “But we can still write it down.”
She scribbled some more, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth.
“What else? Did you see any birds?”
She thought about this for a bit.
“Not today, but there were small birds when I put out bread that one time, and then a big crow showed up and took it aaaaaaall the way to the top of the tree!”
“I remember,” Dai smiled. “Then you put out more bread because you felt bad for them.”
“Because they were so small. It’s really hard to get what you want when you’re small.”
Dai was impressed by this little bit of wisdom while watching her write down “BURDS”, when she suddenly jumped up, pointing.
“Look, a bird!”
From the corner of his eye, Dai caught something fluttering through the air. A moment later he saw another, merely a silhouette against the twilight sky.
“It’s a little late for birds, but do you know what else likes to fly around, especially when it gets dark out?”
She thought for a moment.
“People think they’re a little spooky,” he hinted.
“Bats!”
“That’s right! They’re out hunting for tasty bugs.”
She added the bats to her list, while keeping an eye on the sky in case she’d miss any flying over.
“That should be enough for your homework, don’t you think?”
She nodded, then frowned as she realised this likely meant she had to go to bed.
“Can we watch the bats a little longer? Pleeeaaase?”
Dai sighed.
“Alright, then. But come here, it’s getting chilly.”
She snuggled up to him, occasionally pointing out a bat flying over, counting them. After twenty or so, he thought she was getting suspiciously quiet and realised she’d fallen asleep on his lap.
He picked her up and carried her inside, smiling to himself.
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suddenly remembering how we used to write down conversations between our old host and their "ocs" (see: headmates) during school when we were super stressed out. hmm.
#this is from the same time period that we found out Aerina was from so we were def a system but still an egg#still in that all-systems discord rp server while i was doing this and still clueless 😭 like i think abt that fact so often i am Dumb 😭😭#but like. we have a few memories of doing this during exams and things. and we had not had our syscovery yet#but like. in those few fragmented memories. i can Tell there's multiple people there#like?? i don't know how to describe how we know if a memory was formed by multiple of us or just one of us#like if multiple people are near front or if it's just one in that memory#and sometimes we can tell OH that was THAT GUY that makes so much more sense now but not often#but we can tell when a memory is from a cofronting time? idk it's weird#these were conversations with the same guys we had after the syscovery though with a few exceptions#sometimes i wonder if it would be a bad idea to try to find all my old fave fanfics of the time to try to unearth some fictives-#we definitely had at least one. i know for sure. from a specific fic#bc we dressed up as one of those fic characters for halloween#it was specifically a fanfic character that guy was not in the canon whatsoever lmao
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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . aerina dagareon / @opulaences .
she had preened when she'd been given the assignment to show the princess aerina around the castle upon her initial arrival. any chance to serve her royal family was one she was more than happy to partake in , though this one held her interest for more personal reasons. she'd grown up reading stories of princesses in foreign lands that sought power and glory , or love and adventure. she'd read of them partaking in quests full of travel and excitement so much that she'd had a rather loose grasp on reality growing up. then aerina arrived , just like something out of a story , and jaide's curiosity could not be stifled. " are our gatherings terribly different to what you and your family have in pentos ? "
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Lynette: *plays Lyney theme*
86% success rate
Lynette:Looks like I’m rusty.
Lyney:You did great! Bravo!
Collei: *plays Nahida theme*
87% success rate
Collei:Was that good?
Nahida:Amazing!!!
Hu Tao:*plays Rex Incognito*
87% success rate
Hu Tao:*looks at Zhongli*
Zhongli:…Splendid. I’m sure Rex Lapis would be pleased.
Hu Tao:Yeah I’m sure you’d know.
Chongyun:*plays Hu Tao theme*
89% success rate
Hu Tao:Your crush on me is massive.
Chongyun: We. Are. Dating.
Hu Tao:Still…
Navia:*plays Neuvillette theme*
Starts drizzling, 85% success rate
Furina:Get yourself together!
Neuvillette:It’s the actual weather!
Chevreuse: *plays Wriothesley theme*
83% success rate
Wriothesley:Hey that’s pretty good.
Chevreuse: Your music is wild and all over the place but pretty cool I guess.
Aether:Guys I’ve never played this instrument before.
Furina:No excuses! Collei is new too and she did wonderfully. I promise not to laugh. My song is hard to manage after all, haha.
Aether:….*Inhales*
Pro Discantus 96% success rate
Everyone:….
Furina:*red* How many times have you heard that performance?
Aether:*red* That’s not important.
#genshin impact#gi furina#gi aether#gi neuvillette#gi navia#gi nahida#gi collei#gi chevreuse#gi lyney#gi lynette#hu tao#gi chongyun#chongtao#aerina
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࿐ ❝ airi momoi graphics 𓂂 ˚ ◌
DAY 06 of @kiochisato ‘s event, a character with the first letter of your name( a -> aerina ) &&. rb + credit if use
#⠀⠀𓇼 𓂂 ˚ ◌⠀⠀ 𝓣he court’s hearing#kiochisato900#airi momoi#airi momoi graphics#airi momoi edit#pjsk airi#pjsk airi momoi#pjsk#airi pjsk#mmj airi#airi project sekai#project sekai edits#project sekai airi#rentry images#rentry icon#rentry img#rentry graphics#rentry#rentry resources
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Here's my piece of the Aerina Qixi Festival Program that i got invited on
#art#digital art#drawing#monster hunter#fanart#genshin impact#genshin fanart#furina#aether#collaboration
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aerina took in the sight of the room , taking in its energy as if it was essential to her life force . that was how she had always been , preferring to be in a corner and observing the world around her . the last thing she wanted was to cause any sort of distress or commotion should her illness decide to catch up with her . " yes , " she responded a little frantically, thinking if she waited a split second more the prince would think otherwise . the essosi caught herself and smiled to hopefully shake off the abruptness of her response . " i mean , yes . yes , i am quite enjoying myself . i . . . um , " she paused to gather her thoughts , " ━━ was unfortunately cursed with two left feet and could not dance even if my life depended on it . " not a total lie . aerina was never a dancer but she knew how to . " so i prefer watching everyone instead . i just imagine it was me in their position . plus , i am not familiar with westerosi dances . it is different from what i am accustomed to . "
with so many flocking together, the ones who lingered at a distance ironically stood out. violet hues had passed over most, uninterested in conversing with the aging grand maester or a dull riverland lord, but had narrowed in on the essosi princess. curiosity arose that one of the newcomers hadn't immersed themself in the celebration. standing before her, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, not wide enough that it revealed his fangs but still reached his eyes. he clasped his hands behind his back. ❝ my siblings and i make a good team. ❞ though he doubted his mother had felt pleased when she'd entered the room. ❝ you speak of others but not yourself. are you enjoying yourself, princess? or is the reason you are standing here and not dancing is because something is amiss? ❞
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The Penitent and the Lamb
Author's Notes
Surprise, @gaiuskamilah ! I'm your Secret Pal! I think it's either destiny or Dani's @choicesfandomappreciation 's matchmaking genius that has brought us together in this exchange, which is my fave exchange! I've enjoyed your content, meta and outwordly art for a while, and I am more than glad to have written this delicious puece of Niaerin! Your content is always so unique and intricate, with an incredible attention to detail and every relationship you write is soo rich in complexity, it's simply a treat to come into your blog! I hope this little piece makes justice to your vision and that you enjoy a major toxic yuri fic made specifically for you <3. Love, Noe
English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes
This piece is rated +18, if you're a minor I'd advise you to not interact with this piece. Trigger warnings will be placed and tagged accordingly
If you like my Blades content, feel free to check out my masterlist and to ask for a place in the taglist!
This is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me lsjehdiebvudulkw
The F!Aerin sprite credit goes to the insanely talented @zhoras-bitch who was kind enough to let me borrow her edit for this ❤
Summary: Nia and Aerinae's journey has been no short of trouble and complex, but they keep coming back to the other like a moth to a flame, even if it kills them
Word Count: 4.9k
Category: Fantasy, dark romance, LGBTQA+
Pairing: Nia Ellarious x Aerinae Valleros (F!Aerin)
TW: Smut, themes of violence, kidnapping, strong language and religious themes such as religious trauma, guilt, among others. Reader's discretion is advised
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Trilogy
Nia barely remembers her parents. She remembers that her mother smelled of cinnamon, that she loved to pick flowers for her hair and had auburn hair, flowing down till her waist, with beautiful emerald green eyes and a penchant for books. Her father, however, was a shy and quiet man, with brown skin and pensive brown eyes, always looking for a brilliant idea for his job. Then, she remembers the robed people in the temple, how they talked to her parents. How she remembers showing magical affinity. Saying goodbye. Hearing her mother cry out “Oh, my, oh my girl! Don’t take her from me! She is my girl! My firstborn child! Please!” She’d never see her again.
And when she asked Scholar Vash about her, he told her she had died from an illness, and that her father followed shortly after. Then, before Brienne, before Aerinae ruined her, she remembers small but meaningful flashbacks.
In one of the classes with her fellow acolytes, her professor told them “To give in to the sins of flesh is to sin, and to sin is to be led astray from the temple. You have all one mission, one thing to worship: the Light. It is all you have, all you need. People will come and go. Kings and lords will die, but all that matters is the Light.”
Or when they eventually grew up into teenagers full of questions… and questionable acts. One of their professors was furiously whipping two girls, their backs bare as they screamed “Foolish girls! How dare you turn back from the Light?! How many times have we told you the consequences of—of sinful fornication! Priests and priestesses are above the needs of the flesh! You two are banned for the Temple.” They were never seen again. Nia still wonders if they made it out of the Temple’s reach… or if Solerne found them, and took care of them.
Vash placed a hand on a seventeen-year-old Nia “You are progressing more than the year. You are very powerful, my child. More than we have seen in decades. And one day, you will do something great, and the Temple will reward you with its greatest gift: immortality.” “Immortality?” “Not that kind. The kind that your name will be written all over the history books, songs and legends. Many great priests and priestesses will come and go after you are gone, but only the name Nia Ellarious will remain.”
Or her worst memory, one of the last with Vash… when Brienne came into her life. Vash talked to her while Brienne and her brother teased one another “Nia, my child, don’t you think I haven’t seen the way that… adventurer looks at you… and your responses.” “Scholar Vash?” “She is an unusual beauty, but remember that a priestess like you is above the needs of the flesh. Let her look, but not touch. Your body belongs to the Light, not some mercenary.” “…Understood, Scholar Vash.”
That had been her life. Books, classes, training, and then the pilgrimage. But now, she was on a quest. A quest that led her to meet a beautiful and sweet princess, Aerinae. She saw how she and Brienne were talking, and a pang of jealousy came over her. Jealousy… or guilt? Priestesses were above the needs of the flesh. Then why did she want them both? She shook her head, and when Brienne went ahead to talk to Tyril, she didn’t miss a beat on talking to Aerinae on the pond. This time, she allowed herself to truly take her in: light skin, striking brown eyes, an elegant, long neck, a red dress decorated with a delicate tiara of the Valleros dynasty, with fine bone structure and plump, tempting lips, but most of all, a maddeningly enticing essence of rosewater and cherry blossoms. Taking a deep breath, she gave the quieter princess a smile “She is just lovely, isn’t she?”
The princess fidgeted with her hand, which was made of long, elegant fingers, which looked smooth, even though the middle one had a small bump. Of writing and reading so much, no doubt. The idea of the princess in her nightgown reading with her hair down—which now was in an elaborate, braided updo—was tempting, and Nia had to swallow such desires. Your body belongs to the Light.
“She is… different. You, however… are the odd one out.”
Nia blushed and mumbled “Everyone seems to know everything, and I…”
Aerinae gave her a gentle smile “I know what it’s like. To not truly belong. When you are the only daughter of a king, that weight… is unbearable. My brother is the strongest, the most handsome, the fittest… and a man. No matter what I do, or how well I prove myself, all I can think is… all they see is my gender. They do not see—Never mind. I’ve… accepted my fate,” she sounded now angry, resentful, but mostly… lonely. Lonely and scared. “They’ll marry me to some lord as old as time to ensure their house’s loyalty, and all I’ll do is be confined in a small, cold room, giving birth to heir after heir. It’s… all I’ve been trained to do. The life I am meant to.”
“That is… Gods, that’s cruel. Surely your father—,”
“Sees me as a liability. I am nearing my prime age for marriage. Not one lord seems to be interested in me, all they see is… the bloody crown and my royal womb. It’s… humiliating. Degrading, even.”
Nia took her hands in hers and squeezed them “I am sorry. Perhaps I could talk with the High Priest? Surely they’ll let you come to the priesthood. You wouldn’t be the first princess to join our ranks.” She beamed “We’d be sisters, you and I. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Aerinae flinched and yanked off her hands, breathing suddenly heavily “It is too late. The plan to… to marry me to someone is set into motion.”
“Aerinae—,”
“My brother is calling me.”
Before she could say anything, she was gone.
She had done it, Aerinae thought. As she dragged Nia through the halls of the castle, she thought she’d feel fulfilled. She had killed her brother, her kin, who often mocked that women couldn’t trounce men. They were too weak, too meek, too stupid to hold a sword. All they were good for was pleasing their husbands and raise their children. Nothing more. It had been… incredible. Watching him gawk at her like an idiot when she ran him through. He had died at her hands. The hands of the woman he mocked, tore down and often even abused in many levels. Slapping her. Dragging her by the hair. Daring his friends to tell her that he liked her. Went as far as to send one drunken man to her chambers when she was changing, him saying that she’d do anything for a sack of three silver coins. She had been terrified that night, and all she could hear was her brother’s boisterous laughter. But now it had been his turn to be scared, and he had died scared.
Then why don’t I feel like my purpose has been met?
Brienne’s gaze full of horror haunted her yet again. For a moment, she thought that she wanted her still. But no. Her heart was too set into the Light. She did not see what she saw, she was far too sheltered in her little village, with a loving brother and father. They were not kin. Dr. Kerrigan was an old medic, Kade was a human, and Brienne an orc. If they shared next to no blood bounds, who come it was so damn easy for them to love one another? Why not her? Why. Not. Her?!
No matter, she thought. She had the Dreadlord and the court. They were her family now. A little odd, but far stranger things had been seen.
“Aerinae… please… what of the kiss we shared? Of the feelings exchanged?”
Aerinae flinched. As Brienne disappeared, Nia had found the princess’ chambers, and the two had kissed for the first time… in ever.
“…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Aerinae observed her, trying to ignore the pain of the stone in her chest “And what of Brienne? You two seemed cozy.”
“Not more than you.”
There was no jealousy, or possessiveness. Just a thrill that shouldn’t be there.
“I do not mind sharing. The Temple taught us to be generous.” She saw Nia flush under that statement. Aerinae chuckled.
“If kings and princesses can have two or more mistresses at once, why not princesses?”
Nia bit her lip “Is… that what I am, Aerinae? A mere mistress?”
She shook her head and tentatively reached for her, stroking her cheek “No. That is the problem. You are… so much more. It is maddening, how drawn I am to you. To you both.”
Then, she remembered the many romance books she read at night under her pillow, a small candle lighting it. Then prince kissed the woman, and their tongues danced. But instead, their noses bumped, and both women winced and chuckled.
“Let me, Your Highness…”
They kissed. For the first time, she felt… alive. It felt right. Her hands went to her hair, smelling cinnamon and Light. Tomorrow, she’d be her lamb. Today, she was her paramour, kissing her at everybody’s backs, not caring if anyone else could watch her. The betrayal would be a tomorrow issue. Tonight, she wanted to see what made a priestess of the light feel like a sinner repenting in a church after a passionate night.
“Do I mean so little to you?”
“You don’t… but it’s too late.”
Nia went back to screaming and thrashing.
When Nia sacrificed herself, she knew she’d die. As she closed her eyes and Brienne let out a blood-curling scream, she could see and feel two things; the last memories of her life, from looking at Brienne for the first time, to Aerinae, to Brienne again as her heartbeats stopped. Then, a flick of Shadow and Light inside her, pulling her back to life.
Then, it was all a blissful blur. Capturing Aerinae, being awarded, and finally being in Brienne’s arms, and my, that was a bigger delight than any other delicacy in the world. It felt like they were two little hermits in their own abandoned church, worshipping one another as their mouths and hands entangled between them, the balcony being a testifier of the moans and writhes, Nia’s name sounding like the most sacred of prayers as her tongue moves against her, their hips rocking and her hands trembling of bliss, such celestial bliss, she felt like reaching the sky. She felt like a goddess, Nifara perhaps, and Brienne was her most loyal and beloved subject, on her knees, beautiful and her body full of her love and desire. And Nia, while clueless of what to do, nevertheless followed her instincts. Her primal instincts.
Months ago, she would’ve been afraid of being whipped like those two girls, but now she did not care. She was a heroine in her own right, and all she wanted was to make the confident Brienne squirm and moan her name with abandon and devotion. Many said that fornication led to corruption, but she had never felt more alive or holier than now. She was now on her knees, watching the most beautiful woman she had ever seen against the balcony, her incredibly striking body naked and wanting for her, her legs spread out, her knees trembling as her legs drove her inside of her as humanly possible, her head lolled back as she begged for more. It reminded her of her prayers. Full of incantation, reverence, devotion and need. For it to be real. To exist. To do something about it. The Gods may be real or not, but Brienne was real. She was real, she existed, and she was panting and moaning her name, something unheard of Nia a few months ago, she though, as she devoured her like she was her last meal before dying. And my, she has never had a sweeter and more delectable meal.
But it all crumbled down when, a few days later, Brienne was taken of her for a whole year, and her coming back would change forever the world as she knew it.
It had happened after Brienne was gone. It had been a terrible day, and on top of it, she had found a corset of Aerinae’s lost in a dressing room. It all came crumbling back. And then… Shadow.
It happened as fast as she came. She roared and turned the corset to dust, before realising what she had done and looked at herself in the mirror. The panicked scream was so loud, it woke a few guards. Explaining it had been awkward to say the least.
She now had Shadow in her. The Shadow imposed by the Dreadlord. By Aerinae.
And she knew nothing of how to rid of it.
“What do you mean, it’s gone?!” Nia cried, and flinched on how high-pitched her voice sounded.
“We don’t know, Priestess. We woke up, the room was covered in smoke, and all we could see was the princess bare and shadowless.”
She looked at the guards “Has she been clothed and fed?”
“Of course! She is still a princess, after all. The king hopes for redemption on her part, perhaps by marriage.”
She gritted her teeth. Whoever the king hoped to marry her to, she hated him already “…Good. That is all. Goodnight.”
As the group argued over the recluse princess joining the party, Nia couldn’t help but observe her, seeing if she had any trace of Shadow in her. Nada. Zilch. Like it was never there.
But it was. Once. And she’d get the truth from her.
“Aerinae… how?”
“How what? How do I look this devastatingly good for a fallen princess?”
Nia thought of screaming at her, but instead took a deep breath “How did you get rid of the Shadow? Is it… possible?”
The princess shuffled in her feet “It is possible. But… it takes a lot of energy. It is a painful and arduous process.”
She was about to ask the question when Mal called ahead. She sighed. She would revisit this later.
Sealing the first rift had taken a great effort, and stumbling upon the party for Brienne had been just what the group needed: to let loose, to breathe and be able to convince themselves that the worst was over. Brienne was back, and they were reunited with their usual business, even if it was a perilous one.
Watching Brienne and Aerinae go elsewhere together made her understand that everything was changing, again, and that she was far behind. She could notice Tyril staring at her too, but who wouldn’t? She overheard many drunks comment that everyone looked at Brienne because of her height and the massive bulge of her breasts, but that was not it. It was the radiance she exuded, her incredible charisma and the presence she commanded, inspiring and admiring, drawing everyone to her. And of course Aerinae and Tyril were drawn to her. What fool wouldn’t?
However, her being the last person she went to… it meant everything. No matter how many people, it was her bed she ended up in. But she had felt guilty of seeing Aerinae as Brienne left to see Tyril.
“Aerinae—,”
“I know you have questions. But… it is a lovely day. The sun is out, people are dancing and drinking. Just… let us be two women in the temple where everything seemed to start, a fallen princess and… and the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.”
“Wouldn’t that be Brienne?”
Aerinae stroked her hair “Brienne is as pretty as the sea: feminine, raw, strong, fluid and wise. You, Nia, are the Light made woman: pure, holy, full of calm and… home. You are… a lifeline everybody holds on. Something I’ve desired but couldn’t have. But…”
“But?”
“The Dreadlord’s gone. My brother’s gone. My Shadow is gone. All I have left is my desire to sink to my knees and make up for what I did to you. To us.”
Nia reddened, not in embarrassment, but something more “You… want it to give it a go? Despite everything?”
“Yes.” She said in a raw, desperate, wanting tone.
A silent agreement came between them: no more talk. Let their buried feelings come back to life. Soon, their mouths collided again, and Nia expertly undid her top, revealing her breasts, and cornered Aerinae against the altar, panting and swallowing “That… was unexpected.” Nia smiled knowingly.
“I’ve changed much since the wide-eyed priestess you met at the lake. I intend to leave you in bed for the rest of the night.” She had surprised herself at saying that. It was most unbecoming of a priestess, but the feeling she had been feeling since the Dreadlord, a certain daring feeling seeping into her system made her bolder, much bolder than ever.
“I am yours to take, Nia.” She whimpered as Nia traced her exposed curves.
She was about to when Nia felt it. Her Shadow coming back to her, her mind betraying her: she was about to make love to someone who made a fool of herself, kidnapped her, made her lover kill her and then left her to deal with the consequences. Then, the noise of unwanted company came, and all Nia could do was leave, wanting nothing more than to rid herself of that angry voice in her head since the Dreadlord had taken over her.
Aerinae called her, but she kept running.
That night, Aerinae left. And they were all off to Zaradun, where everything they had planned fell apart.
Seeing Brienne, all battered and bruised, powerless against Valax did it. All she could think was: get your filthy fingers off my Brienne.
And she did. By binding them together, Brienne wouldn’t harm her, and she’d be safe from her and her claws. But she would be lying if she didn’t want to crush Valax into smithereens every time she and Brienne came close.
The final rift was in Whitetower, and chances that she’d see Aerinae were very high. And she did. She wanted to jump and smack her for… everything, but she contained herself. Defeating the Ash Empress, nay, the Mother of Grey was more important.
And they did. And, for once, Nia was herself: strong, powerful, fearless and at last herself.
The days that followed, Nia wanted to process it all. And adapt to her new self, fused with both Shadow and Light magic. True Magic.
The Realms were now bound together, and everything felt different. It felt… right. Aerinae went over with the goblins often, only visiting others. Visiting Brienne. They both loved her, and Brienne loved them. At least, she knew for sure she loved her. Aerinae? That was her business. She had apologized to her for everything, and every time, she had accepted her apology, but didn’t quite feel ready to actually forgive her. Not yet.
However, it was quite thrilling, watching her being protective and grovelling over her over and over. She was still a penitent, but Nia was no longer a lamb. She was now a lioness who had come back from the dead and was ready for anything the world threw at her.
And then, the world threw her the most agonizing death by the Winged Warrior, conventionally leaving Brienne for last. Aerinae and Nia had tried to protect her, but all they could do was watch in horror as Brienne was left to die last.
The journey towards the City of No Faces was gruelling, and as The End tried to find a reasoning on why they were killed, Nia went to a small building to pray, or just breathe. She’d decide on the way.
Then, as she was about to cross the threshold, she noticed Aerinae had followed her, reluctant about it. Nia sighed, telling her that she was welcome there as well. They sat, and Nia noticed that there was a massive statue of what looked like Nifara. Nifara, who had been cruel, who had separated the realms and probably compelled the temple to its corruption and everything else.
“Look, Nia, I… am not ready to share how I got rid of my shadow, although you wear it with grace. It’s… hard for me, to talk about. I will, someday, but… I want to let you know, had it all led to this…”
“It is too late, Aerinae. We are dead, there is no turning back, and you cannot fix what is no more.”
Aerinae sighed and bit her lip “You didn’t deserve that, Nia. I… felt dirty, back when I… dragged you there. To the altar. A voice in my head told me to stop, to not go there, to turn back and return you to Brienne.”
“Did you know?” She finally asked, after a year and months of asking herself every night “That I was the one the Dreadlord was seeking all along? Was all of… that to lure me?”
“No! Gods, no. Not even then I’d be so heartless, Nia. It was all real. The kisses, the desire, the longing… it was real. It is real.
“I… want to believe you.”
She confidently cupped her face in her hands “Let me show you.” And she kissed her. But not like before. There were no secrets, no reluctance, no guilt. This was Aerinae, and she was kissing her with her true self. With her cheekiness, sarcasm, and that penance she only showed her. Everyone else got a sardonic, spoiled and impassive princess, but Nia had something not even Brienne could have: a penitent, remorseful and apologetic woman who’d do anything for her forgiveness. She was a penitent sinner who had come to her temple to earn her forgiveness, and for once, she was not the sacrificial lamb, but the goddess who had all the power to tell her exactly how to earn her forgiveness.
She pulled her back, and observed the face she blindly trusted and was betrayed and possessed by, and anger alongside desire came through her “Disrobe yourself.” Her voice was commanding, and Nia observed how she did as she was told with big, begging brown eyes that asked her for mercy. She wouldn’t give it easily. For once, she’d have to work for it. Her chemise fell, and could observe her body. It was nothing like Brienne, fluffy and full of curves and meaty and emerald. Aerinae was paler, her brown hair cascading down till her knees, and trembling with cold and desire. “Undress me.” She did it without any sarcastic remark, and tried to kiss her, but Nia stopped her “No kissing. Not unless I tell you to.” She loved having Brienne under her, but this was not Brienne. This was Aerinae, who had taken her human autonomy from her, and would make her see how it felt.
“On your knees.”
Aerinae made a pleading sound as she sank to her knees, and looked up from her eyelashes to Nia, wanting to have her. “Beg.”
“I want you, Nia.”
“You can do better than that, Aerinae. Beg.”
“Please, Nia, please, let me have you…”
“Will you do everything I say?” She asked as she placed a finger inside her mouth.
“Yes…”
“Everything?” She asked as she inserted a second finger.
“Everything.” She moaned, and deep down, Nia smirked to herself.
She then went towards the altar, and Aerinae tried to walk with her, but Nia pushed her down “I don’t recall telling you to get up.”
“…Where has this Nia been?” Aerinae asked, surprised yet delighted to see a new side of the priestess.
Nia simply smiled and sat on the altar, spreading her legs like Brienne did back then, and beckoned Aerinae, who gladly crawled to her, desperate. To have her. To prove how sorry she was. To show that she was a changed woman. And tonight, she’d be the final judge of that.
“May I?” She asked as her face neared her centre.
“You may.”
Aerinae kissed her calves sensually, her hands gripping her thighs, and slowly went to her outer thighs, building tension. Nia’s hands went to her hair and gripped it, giving it a firm tug, and Aerinae threw back her head, a whimper of pain and pleasure rumbling through the deserted temple. She kissed her lips, and Nia threw her head back, moans and whimpers of pleasure taking over her. The lamb everyone mocked was dead, and she was now a goddess, and had her most devout worshipper on her knees, doing the most intimate and sacred ritual to earn back her favour after falling from grace for the highest heresy.
Finding her throbbing pearl, and Nia let out a loud moan, working on her wonderfully, and when Nia saw that she tried to pleasure herself as well, she meowed “No. Not yet. You’ll get it when I say so.”
Aerinae nodded dutifully and went back to eat her like there wasn’t a tomorrow, kissing and licking and gobbling it like a child with sweets, not caring of the mess they were making, moaning with pleasure and abandon, shamelessly rocking her hips against her head, revelling in the desperate feeling of being forgiven, but never giving it to her. It was the best feeling, finally getting to get a say on what to do instead of thinking ‘What would the Temple say?’ But she had drifted from that kind of Temple a long time ago. ‘Fuck the Temple’. She now wanted to fuck her anger out on Aerinae, and she would. Gods be damned if it was sinful.
And my, whoever taught Aerinae, they had done a good job, for she soon reached her peak and cried out loudly, trembling as her eyes rolled out, seeing white. After taking a few deep breaths, she jumped out of the temple and threw Aerinae fully to the floor, Nia straddling her. Then, Aerinae asked “Does Brienne now? About us?”
“I don’t think so.”
Then, instead of asking, she just said “You love her. I love her. And she loves us. What if she discovers us and we break her heart?”
“Or perhaps she’ll join us. Now quiet. It’s hard to make you scream if you’re talking.”
With one hand, she placed her hands above her head, and with the other, she teased the sensitive flesh “You took me for a fool,” she finally said after so fucking long as her fingers stroked her “you betrayed me and threw me to the wolves like a lamb for them to kill me and watched like a fucking coward.” Both desire and anger were boiling out of her as Aerinae panted and whimpered at her merciless strokes, thrusting into her with a strength that seemed to elate her.
“And I, ah, regret every minute of it.” She panted, rocking against her fingers, her eyes always on her “If I could turn back, I… I would.”
“Prove it.”
She met her halfway, kissing her, almost devouring each other with more than mere passion. Resentment. Grief. Anger. Penance. The desire to start anew.
Then, finally having earned her mercy, let her hands go. Her best one went to her pearl again, and the other cupped her breasts, pinching and grabbing shamelessly, and Nia arched back at the feeling, both their moans echoing the whole chamber. Nia lolled her head back at the door, and saw an incredulous Brienne at the threshold. But they didn’t stop. That enticed them even more. The woman they both loved, finally seeing the truth. She could swear that she saw desire and intrigue in her eyes before leaving, and Nia only wished to continue, their throe of passion more scalding than ever, a much-needed boost that made it by far the most sensual and riveting performance in their short and inexperienced life. Crying out and Aerinae soon following, they both fell to the floor, panting, catching their breath.
“Does… does that mean… that you… forgive me?”
She took a deep, steady breath “No… but… you are… on a good path.”
“And… Brienne?”
“Later. I… wish… a few more minutes.”
After a few more minutes, they both went back to where Brienne was, probably trying to make sense of it. They both sat at each side of her, and Brienne finally looked at them.
“When did this happen?” She wasn’t angry or jealous. Simply wanted to know how, when.
“Back at the lake,” Aerinae answered “and then… it just spiralled from there.”
Nia took her hand “I still love you, Brienne. But Aerinae and I… we are bound together as well.”
Brienne nodded, then took a deep breath “Do you love each other?”
“…We crave each other. The one we love is you.”
She was about to say something when Mal’s voice ringed out and Brienne got up.
“Well, I also am involved to the one who kidnapped me and tortured me once. I am the last person that should judge. As long as there are no more lies or deceit… you have my blessing.”
And then, she left.
They looked at each other, and held their gazes. No longer the princess and the poor lamb. The penitent and the lamb turned legend.
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