#eira onfroi

[eiraonfroi]

A piece I made for a prompt event in @wanderingmagician613's discord server!

Do not repost!

[wanderingmagician613]

Just wanted to say...

Happy Birthday to @eiraonfroi!!!!! You’re a wonderful, funny, beautiful human  and I’m so lucky to have met you and to be able to call you my MC. I hope your birthday is everything you hope for it to be, because you deserve it! Thank you for being you. Thank you for picking me to be your Asra. Thank you for loving me as I love you. Thank you for being in my life. Happy Birthday, Princess!

[ask-the-narcana]

ASK RAID!!!!!! ALL OF YOU. FAVORITE VINE?

Oh wow! We’re so sorry this took so long to answer, but coordinating blog-wide answers can be difficult at times ;-; Better late than never, though! ~ Eira

Asra: “We actually have the chip reader now-” Julian: “I guess it costs more to...” Lucio: “GHOST CREDIT!” Aisha: “LET’S GO” Ilya: “That’s got to be the best pirate I’ve ever seen.” Valdemar: “It’s not water.”

Eira: “Michael with a B” Gezi: Lawn Mower Vine Ehlii: Guy Falling Out Of Tree Vine Monacer: “Road work ahead???” Lykaois: “It is Wednesday, my dudes.” Oddie: Lollipop Snake Vine Kyoko: “Will the owner of the lime green Honda...” Regis: “Let me see what you have...” Neve: “We going to McDonalds if I don’t do my work?”

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Ilya: Why is Asra crying?

Eira: He’s drunk.

Ilya: Okay, but why is he crying?

Eira: He found out I’m married.

Ilya: For the love of--he’s literally your husband.

( @eiraonfroi @wanderingmagician613)

[eisraship]

Just some Eisra angst I felt like diving into because it’s 5am and I can’t sleep

Asra made his way back to Vesuvia for the first time in quite awhile. Arriving at the shop where he lived with his beloved Eira, he took a deep breath before opening the door with slight hesitation. He was excited to see her again, that was a fact, however they hadn’t been on the best of terms when he had left in the first place...

“Eira? Uh, I’m home,” he called out in the empty shop. After a few moments of silence, he softly sighed. “Eira, I know you’re probably still mad at me, and I don’t blame you, but can we just try to talk it out? Please? There’s something I need to tell you...”

Again, he was met with only silence. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he walked up the stairs to the room they often shared, but he was met with a half-made bed in an empty bedroom. Embarrassment burned at his cheeks as he realized he had been apologizing to an empty shop this entire time.

“Maybe she’s just gone to the market,” he told both himself and his familiar. “We’ll wait here for her.”

An hour passed.

Then two.

It was nearly three hours past when he has begun waiting and he was starting to worry. Actually, he had been worried ever since he had left her behind, but this was different. This didn’t feel right. He knew she had stayed in Vesuvia to help find a cure for the plague, but her work wouldn’t take all day... would it?

Deciding to investigate while he waited for her, he went to the market to speak with the person he knew could tell him where she was - Selasi. The baker greeted him with as broad of a smile someone in the midst of a plague could give.

“Asra! You’ve returned,” he said with both joy and concern. “What brought you back?”

“Well,” Asra hesitated at first and then promptly spilled all the details to Selasi, telling him about his inner turmoil, his missing Eira, everything. He had trusted Selasi with a lot in the past, so why not this? “Speaking of Eira... any idea where she is?” he asked hopefully.

Selasi’s usually cheerful expression saddened. “You haven’t heard? They took Eira to the Lazaret.”

“They what???”Asra’s heart began to pang with worry. He pressed Selasi for more information, silently praying that it wasn’t what it sounded like but unfortunately, that was all the baker could tell him.

With this troubling information stuck in his mind, he dropped Faust off at the shop, then rushed to the docks and set out for the Lazaret. The closer he got to the island, the further his heart sank.

Maybe she’s just positioned at the hospital there, he thought as he tried to calm his fears. I’m probably worrying about nothing.

As soon as his boat hit the shore, he vaulted out of it and began looking for her. The island was bigger than he had expected it to be while standing on it. It wasn’t a small island by any means - it was hard to miss while looking from the docks of Vesuvia in daylight, but the size was still surprising. Perhaps it would take longer to find her than he had originally thought.

The white haired magician searched for about fifteen minutes before remembering the compass that was in his satchel. Ilya had always thought it was broken since it didn’t point North, but in truth, it was magical and could lead you to wherever and whatever your heart desired. His heart had always desired Eira, though, which could confuse directions in some situations.

No sooner had he pulled out the compass than the needle swirled before setting itself on a target - Eira.

He ran in the direction it was leading him, running around trees and through shrubbery that was in his way. He ran and ran until he could feel he was close, then looked around at where the compass had wanted him to stop. Nothing. Nothing at all. No people, no buildings, nothing.

“Eira?” he called out, hoping she was close enough to hear. “EIRA?”

Asra sat down in the sand and tossed the compass onto the ground with a huff. He then fished a small, shiny object out of his pocket; a dainty ring that he had gotten for her during one of his adventures.

“Where are you?” he ran a frustrated hand through his curly, white hair and glanced back at the compass.

His frustration turned to curiosity when the compass needle shifted to point at a specific spot in the sand. To confirm this, he moved the compass around to see if it would maintain this destination, and it did.

He felt as if he had been punched in the gut as he realized what this meant. Eira, the girl he loved, the girl he had longed to wake up next to ever since he had left, the girl he wanted to someday start a family with, was dead.

“No,” he breathed. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Eira. This can’t be true. This can’t be true.”

He began to dig at the spot with his bare hands, frantically, brokenheartedly. As his eyes began to fill with tears, he dug. As those tears began to fall, he dug. Even as his hands began to bleed, he still dug. 

And then he found them.

Eira’s bones.

A choked sob escaped him as he gingerly picked up her skull and looked at it through the blur of tears. He didn’t even have to wonder if it was truly her. The whisper of her magic that radiated from it was proof enough.

He rested his forehead against it and closed his eyes. “Eira, I... I’m so sorry,” was all he managed to say before he began sobbing; his heart thoroughly shattered.

All this time that he had been away, he had thought of her. He had thought of her emerald eyes that sparkled at the mention of adventure, of her contagious laugh, of the taste of her lips that time they had kissed when they were teenagers, of the way she would hum to herself as she cooked. He had thought of everything that made her her. Everything he loved about her. It was what brought him back in the first place.

When he was finally able to pull himself together, or at least to the best of his ability, he gathered what bones of hers he had found and placed them into his satchel.

She wouldn’t want to be buried on this god-forsaken island, he knew. And with a heavy, broken heart, he made his way back to Vesuvia.

Eira? Faust inquired when he entered the shop again.

“She’s... she’s not coming tonight, Faust,” he wearily replied. “It’s just the two of us.”

The once excited snake slithered over an gave him an affectionate squeeze, realizing he needed a hug. When not even a Faust squeeze got a smile out of the magician, she looked around for something that could. That was when she found a note that had been left, the handwriting undoubtedly Eira’s. She knew Eira always made him happy, so she brought it over to Asra and set it in front of him with a happy wag of her tail.

Eira!

Asra cautiously picked up the tear-stained paper, mentally preparing himself for whatever could be in the note. Then, he began to read:

“Asra, Please hate me. I desperately hope you do, as it would be make this easy for you. Assuming you’re going to return one day, I decided to leave this. An explanation, a confession, and a goodbye. First, my explanation. I couldn’t leave with you, not only because I didn’t want to leave the people of Vesuvia, but also because I was beginning to catch the plague myself. I couldn’t let you get it, too, so I tried to get you to leave. It hurt to say the things I did to you, but as long as they got you away from Vesuvia, and away from me, I told myself they were justified. I hope when you read this that the plague is no more, a cure has been found, and our loved ones are safe. Now, my confession. I could never tell you, especially not while I was trying to make you hate me enough to leave, but Asra, I love you. Deeply, truly, desperately. I have for a long time. I just never wanted to risk losing you because of my feelings, so I kept them to myself. I know we’ve kissed before and such, but we were kids, and it was never really brought back up, so I thought you wanted to forget it happened. I’m sorry I love you. I’m sorry for not telling you when I had the chance. I’m sorry for everything I said when we argued. I’m sorry for leaving you. This is why I ask that you hate me. Hating me will make it so much easier on you. Please curse my name. Please regret ever meeting me. Please don’t miss me. Please, Asra. My heart is forever yours, but please throw it away. It’s for your own benefit that you do. Please take care of yourself. I’m not there to, so it’s up to you. I miss you, I love you, and I desperately hope you can’t say the same for me. Forever yours, Eira.”

Tears fell onto the paper as he finished reading and he quickly buried his face in his hands so as not to ruin the writing further. He had messed up royally enough already; he couldn’t mess up her last words to him, too. Before Faust could ask, he rushed up to the bedroom and closed the door. He sank to the floor and he let himself fall apart as thoughts and regrets screamed at him in his mind.

If I had just stayed, I could’ve gotten the plague, too. I could be with her right now. She was just trying to help people and she died alone, probably scared, and hurting. She needed me and I wasn’t here. I left her. And the last thing we ever did was say horrible words we didn’t mean. This is my fault. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry. Eira, please forgive me. I love you, too.

He awoke the next morning still on the bedroom floor, as disheveled as someone who had lost everything all at once. Miserably, he got up onto his feet and made his way downstairs. He picked up the sleeping Faust, pulled on his hat and cloak, and set off towards the palace. He needed to have a few words with a certain plague doctor, if he could even still be called that.

[thearcana-eabha]

I’m doing a Star Wars RP with @wanderingmagician613​ and @eiraonfroi​ and tada! The dress options were so pretty, it took me ages to decide on this >.<

[eiraonfroi]

Halloween icons, anyone??

If you use any of the icons, please reblog so the post can reach more people :)

[wanderingmagician613]

Discord Moments #3

*while talking about jokes*

Asra: I got one, but it's kinda nsfw

Lucio: Go on

Ilya: *smirks*

Asra: Why does Lucio wear heels?

Lucio: Oh god

Ilya: Oh yes

Eira: Go on...

Asra: Because without them he's as short as his dick

Lucio: Can't argue

[ask-the-narcana]

Well, whenever you leave the shop, take some time to explore; perhaps, we might even bump into each other ;) And not to worry, Gezi; I have no bad intentions with Eira, I promise. I am just intrigued, that is all. ~💚

There has been much speculation amongst the Narcana over what your intentions could be, so I’m sure Gezi will be relieved to hear that they’re good. I do hope we bump into each other sometime, Arell. After all, it’s only fair that I get to see the color of your eyes now that you know mine.

~Eira

[eiraonfroi]

Oh my GOSH! Neve would LOVE one of these in the shop O.O

Slinky boi

(via)

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Ilya: Finally, a bro’s night out!

Asra: I promised Eira I wouldn’t do anything stupid tonight.

Ilya: Why would you lie to your wife like that?

( @wanderingmagician613 @eiraonfroi @eisraship)

[eisraship]

Chapter One (A): The Meeting

“Masks! Get your masks!” A young white haired boy called from a makeshift merchant stand just outside of the palace gates.

It was Count Lucio’s annual masquerade; a birthday celebration that the whole of Vesuvia was invited to attend. Rather than attending, young Asra Alnazar preferred to set up a stand and use the opportunity to make some money by selling masks to unprepared party-goers. 

Asra was an orphan, you see. His parents had mysteriously disappeared when he was much younger and he had to made do with what he had. Which meant many of his days and nights weren’t ideal. His main source of comfort and happiness was his best friend Muriel, who was also an orphan. Muriel was the only sense of normality Asra had. Muriel was very much an introvert, and with good reason too, so when it came to selling masks, he preferred for Asra to take the stand. And Asra did, happily, every year.

This year was no different. Or at least that’s how it seemed. Most people walked passed him without sparing him a glance. Others eyed the masks with interest, but didn’t approach. But then there was her.

Judging by her youthful appearance, she had to be around his age. She had chocolate brown hair that was delicately wrapped into some fancy updo that he didn’t know the name of, nor did he care to. Her eyes glittered like emeralds as she took in the sights of the palace. He was about to admire her dress when those emerald eyes landed on him.

He gulped and mustered up what he hoped came across as a friendly smile. Luckily, she smiled back. Unfortunately, her smile filled his stomach with butterflies. Even worse, she began walking over to him.

“I see you’re selling masks for the masquerade, right?” She asked him.

Ah, her voice. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it still took him by surprise.

Idiot, he thought to himself. Of course her voice would be as beautiful as her.

“Uh, yeah!” He replied and gestured to the table in front of him. “I see you don’t happen to have a mask. Would you like one?”

“I actually had one, but...” she pulled a broken mask out of her pocket with a smile of embarrassment. “I sort of accidentally ruined it.”

A dress with pockets? Cool!

“Oh, well I can fix that one for you if you’d prefer.”

She shook her head, “No, no thank you.” The girl leaned in with a coy grin as if to share a secret. “Between you and I, I didn’t really like my mask anyway. My mother picked it out for me and our tastes don’t always align... That mask, however, is gorgeous!”

Asra watched as the girl gingerly picked up one of the masks from the table to admire it. Admittedly, the mask she chose was one of his favorites of the ones he had made, which only went higher on that list since she had taken a liking to it. It matched her dress surprisingly well, too. Almost as if fate had some part to play in this meeting.

She held the mask up to her face and looked at him. “Be honest. How does it look?”

Absolutely breathtaking, he wanted to say. No, that’s too honest. 

“It looks great!” He grinned at her and when she returned the smile with one of her own, his heart swelled with joy. Oh how he wished he was dressed fancily enough to attend the masquerade with her. He imagined dancing with her in one of the many lavish rooms, holding her close to him as he lead as best as he could and twirling her around occasionally. He hadn’t really been one for dancing before, but she made him want to learn them all.

It wasn’t until she began reaching for some coins that he snapped back to reality. “Miss, please don’t. Your mask is on the house.”

She glanced back up at him and shook her head. “No, please, let me. This mask is beautiful and the creator deserves to be rewarded for his hard work.”

He placed his hand on hers to stop her from paying and as soon as they touched, he knew he was a goner. His purple eyes stared into her green ones for what felt like far too long, though it was only a few seconds before they both pulled their hands back and fixed their gazes on anything but the other.

“Um,” Asra finally spoke up after an embarrassing seven-second silence. “It’s reward enough for me that you enjoy the mask and have a great time at the masquerade. Do you think you could do that for me?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his and softly smiled at him. “If you won’t let me pay you, then I suppose that’s the least I could do. Thank you so much.”

The girl carefully put the mask on and cheerfully waved goodbye as she went to join the man beckoning her over, who he figured was most likely her father. Asra watched her until she was out of sight. Then, and only then, did it occur to him what an idiot he was. With a huff of annoyance at himself, he sat down and banged his head on the table in front of him.

I didn’t even ask her name!

[eiraonfroi]

MerMay Icons!

Icons made from the newly released NixHydra charms! (Charms available for purchase here)

If you use any of the icons, please reblog so the post can reach more people! :)

Thank you, @thelightningmagician​ for helping me out with the transparent images! You’re awesome!! <3

background images: asra 1, julian, nadia, portia, muriel, lucio, asra 2

[wanderingmagician613]

Asra, what would you do if became sick with the plague again?

If Eira got the plague again I’d probably go numb from shock and despair. I’d stay with her the whole time and spend what time I had left with her making sure she was comfortable and felt loved. The whole time I’d be silently praying that I’d get the plague, too, so I could be with her after she passed. If I didn’t contract the plague, though, I’d make another deal. I’d give up the last half of my heart for her. Even though it would mean my death, and she wouldn’t remember me at all, at least she would get to live. She deserves it.

[ask-the-narcana]

Eira, may I ask what color your eyes are? They look rather... beautiful, in this light.🌟

Thank you so much! 💖 They’re dark green.

~Eira

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

santa ilya, on a scale of 1-10 how naughty is eira?

With the way our RPs have been going, Eira is a solid 8 on the Naughty Scale, and I’m working on getting her up to a 9 or a 10.