#ardwen alenfar

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#florence vixen - my original oc, a proper Victorian woman and elven fashion journalist, I love her very much (originally created to have written several kotlcopedia articles I made)

#elowen alenfar - my second oc, gal pal of Florence, also an elven journalist (has actually appeared in a couple of my old fics)

#jodi larkspur - big himbo, suspected to be involved in a love triangle with my girls, also a journalist

#Ardwen alenfar - sister of Elowen, name used solely pre-orphan asylum (subject of many fics)

#wendy - name used for Ardwen to avoid spoilers when I was writing Orphan Asylum

#elo sonden - current name used by Ardwen, as of Orphan Asylum

#alenfar family - the general alenfar family, used for either several of them, or their unamed parents

#nixie - character referenced in Orphan asylum

#madame - another side character in Orphan asylum

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[the-one-and-only-aroace]

Should I write a little fic about Ardwen and Elowen

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

Gentle fingers and sharp words

Two raven haired girls sit in a room, raven hair flowing over white nightgowns. There’s a calm chatter in the room, the pauses leaving the room silent except for the sound of a gentle comb. Both of the girls are young, a queer sort of age where you believe you know everything.

“Why do people get married,” the younger one asked.

“To have children of course, don’t be daft,” Elowen answered, somewhat startled at the sudden question.

“Julius says people get married because they love the other person,” Ardwen countered.

“Love isn’t real, it’s a silly human myth,” Elowen announced.

“You love mom and dad don’t you”

“That’s different, I wouldn’t have to kiss dad on the mouth.” Elowen grabbed her sister’s hair and started weaving it into a single plait.

“Romance isn’t just about kissing boys. It’s also about loving them. You get this fluttery feeling and everything feels right when you’re around them,” Ardwen sassed before yelping from a painful tug.

“I feel that way about my best friends and they’re all girls, that doesn’t mean anything special.” Elowen tied the braid with a lilac ribbon.

“Well that’s how all the stories say it is, maybe you’ll start feeling that way about boys when you’re a grown up.” Ardwen collapsed onto the carpeted floor.

“The day I do is the day you should stop listening to anything I say, no one really wants to date boys, they just think babies are cute”

Silence filled the room as both girls contemplated the matter. The though of dating boys was strongly unappealing to the both of them. They lay there for a while, getting lost in their own thoughts.

@winterfireice

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

Ardwen alenfar

Wendy

Elo sonden

Evolution

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

A happier time

“Come catch me Elo,” Ardwen cried as she dashed through the forest.

The older girl gave chase, quickly catching up. They merrily played their game, all troubles blown away by the wind.

Ardwen came across a fallen tree, forming a bridge over a lake. She skipped across, beckoning her sister to follow. Elowen charged across and tackled the younger girl into the water.

Water sprayed the tree as the two sisters fell in. Ardwen was so shocked she just bobbed in the water. After regaining her senses, she sent a a large wave towards her sister. Elowen returned the gesture, and they engaged in a fierce battle.

It lasted for a few minutes, leaving the girls shivering and giggling. Elowen gripped the lake shore, and hauled herself out of the water. She shed her clothing, leaving only a soggy chemise. She held her hand out, a silent invitation.

A smaller hand curled around hers, and Ardwen mirrored her sister’s actions. Their feud not ended, they both grabbed fallen sticks. They dueled fiercely, both combatants refusing to relent.

Alas, young limbs soon grow weary. They collapsed on the ground, a contented weariness filling them. Their ragged breaths joined the gentle winds in a peaceful harmony.

Elowen eventually looked up, her gaze drawn to the lilacs growing around them. Her fingers curled around them, gently plucking the small blooms. She gently knotted the stems, turning them into a flower crown. She delicately placed it onto the head of Ardwen.

Her sister looked up and smiled. She scrambled to pick a few lilacs. She made her own flower crown slightly larger. It looked slightly sloppier. Her shorter and stubbier fingers, not as skillful at tying small knots. Elowen still beamed at her, and gratefully accepted her gift.

They settled down, content to watch the sun sink below the horizon. Ardwen yawned, and rested her head on the ground.

“Alright, time to go home Ardi,” Elowen ordered.

“Fine,” the aforementioned girl responded.

They began their journey home, already imagining the next day’s adventures.

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

One to remember

The planting was a week ago. Ardie had had been missing for less than two weeks. That was what Elowen guessed at least, time didn’t matter much without her. Nothing mattered without her.

She was only 13, but Elowen still noticed things. She noticed how stuff disappeared, as quickly and silently as Ardwen had gone. They were little thing, hair ribbons, old balls, the small family portrait hanging in her parents’ bedroom.Things most people wouldn’t notice, but she did.

There was something all the things that went missing had in common, they had Ardwen written all over them. It was her ribbons, her favorite ball, a family portrait with her. Elowen knew what they were doing, trying to forget a painful memory.

She’d play along, yes she would. She never liked conflict, and reminding them of Ardi would end in a huge fight. So she’d play along, pretend like they only had one daughter. But she wouldn’t forget, that would be something she couldn’t do.

She found the closet where they kept the missing things. They weren’t as willing to let go as they seemed. She only dared take a few things, fearing they would notice if more went missing. She stored them under her bed, hidden but easily accessible.

She’d let her parents forget about Ardwen, she’d let the whole world forget. But she’d never forget. She’d be the one who remembered

@the-abandoned-schoolbus

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

A happier time

“Come catch me Elo,” Ardwen cried as she dashed through the forest.

The older girl gave chase, quickly catching up. They merrily played their game, all troubles blown away by the wind.

Ardwen came across a fallen tree, forming a bridge over a lake. She skipped across, beckoning her sister to follow. Elowen charged across and tackled the younger girl into the water.

Water sprayed the tree as the two sisters fell in. Ardwen was so shocked she just bobbed in the water. After regaining her senses, she sent a a large wave towards her sister. Elowen returned the gesture, and they engaged in a fierce battle.

It lasted for a few minutes, leaving the girls shivering and giggling. Elowen gripped the lake shore, and hauled herself out of the water. She shed her clothing, leaving only a soggy chemise. She held her hand out, a silent invitation.

A smaller hand curled around hers, and Ardwen mirrored her sister’s actions. Their feud not ended, they both grabbed fallen sticks. They dueled fiercely, both combatants refusing to relent.

Alas, young limbs soon grow weary. They collapsed on the ground, a contented weariness filling them. Their ragged breaths joined the gentle winds in a peaceful harmony.

Elowen eventually looked up, her gaze drawn to the lilacs growing around them. Her fingers curled around them, gently plucking the small blooms. She gently knotted the stems, turning them into a flower crown. She delicately placed it onto the head of Ardwen.

Her sister looked up and smiled. She scrambled to pick a few lilacs. She made her own flower crown slightly larger. It looked slightly sloppier. Her shorter and stubbier fingers, not as skillful at tying small knots. Elowen still beamed at her, and gratefully accepted her gift.

They settled down, content to watch the sun sink below the horizon. Ardwen yawned, and rested her head on the ground.

“Alright, time to go home Ardi,” Elowen ordered.

“Fine,” the aforementioned girl responded.

They began their journey home, already imagining the next day’s adventures.

@the-abandoned-schoolbus