#imogen temult fanfiction

[falcqns]

the sign on your heart said its still reserved for me

☼ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Gymnast!Laudna x Imogen Temult ☼ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Laudna is a gymnast, and has successfully made it to the Olympics. Imogen, ever a supportive girlfriend, is by her side, in the stands and in her mind. ☼ 𝒂/𝒏: this is my first time writing for Imodna, and Critical Role in general, so I hope I did Imogen and Laudna justice! based on The Alchemy by my motha, Taylor Swift!

Imogen sat in the stands, her eyes locked on one thing, and one thing only: Laudna.

She watched as Laudna chalked up her hands, preparing to compete her beam routine for the event finals of the 2024 Summer Olympics. Imogen could feel the electricity shimmering just under skin, more intense than usual, and her heart thudding in her chest. The entire competition, Laudna had been just a few points away from getting a medal, and every time her score went up, Imogen's heart broke a little more for her girlfriend. Laudna had talked to her so many times about how her biggest dream was to win a medal in the Olympics. She didn't care what medal it was, as long as she got to stand on that podium, she didn't care what place she came in.

The event finals were the last chance for Laudna to get on that podium. The image of Laudna crying in her arms the night before, terrified that she was going to let everyone down, that her dream wasn't going to come true, played over and over in her head as she watched the other athletes.

“You’ve always believed in me, and if I don’t get at least a bronze, it’ll mean... it’ll mean I let you down most of all. I don’t know what I’d do if you... if you weren’t proud of me anymore.”

In that moment, Imogen's heart had broken, unable to bear the thought of Laudna thinking that Imogen would be disappointed and feel let down if she didn't win a medal. Imogen had comforted her as best she could, repeating that no matter what happens, Laudna could never let her down. In a perfect world, those words would have soothed the no doubt intense anxiety that her girlfriend was feeling, but Imogen knew that realistically, Laudna had been feeling this way for a while, long enough for her to believe it with her whole being, and that there was little that Imogen could do to try and change that.

Laudna stepped up to the beam, rolling her shoulders, and taking a deep breath. As she squeezed her eyes shut, Imogen spoke to her, reminding her that she loved her, that she could do this, that she was going to win.

"You're my tether, Laudna. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to float away, but as long as you're there..." she thought, repeating the words she had spoken to Laudna multiple times when the other girl seemed to doubt if she was good enough, if Imogen loved her, if she was worthy of the love Imogen was giving her, something Imogen knew was the result of growing up with the Briarwoods, her former adoptive family. "I believe in you. I have always believed in you. You are strong, capable, talented and so many things. You can do this. Don't overthink it. Just go for it, don't hold back. Show the judges and the competition what you are made of."

She saw Laudna nod slightly, a sign she had heard what Imogen had spoke to her. Imogen watched with bated breath as Laudna saluted to the judges, and began her routine, mounting the beam with practiced ease.

Imogen barely blinked the entire 85 seconds of Laudna's beam routine, watching as she hit skill after skill perfectly, at least in her eyes. there was no wobbling, no stumbling, nothing. Just pure and utter determination and confidence that seemed to grow the longer the routine went on, and the more she hit every skill. Laudna's eyes flickered up to her briefly as she paused at the end of the beam, before turning to face the opposite end. the buzzer sounded, signifying that Laudna had only a short time left to prove herself. Laudna breathed deeply once more, and as she began her dismount, Imogen heard the faint "I love you," echoing in her mind as Laudna flipped down the beam, hit her last big skill, a full twisting layout, and landed on the mat, no wobble or step in sight.

Imogen was the first to stand up and clap, screaming out Laudna's name, pride seemingly exploding from her chest when he saw the smile on Laudna's face; a smile that told Imogen that she had successfully proven her mind wrong - she could do this, she could win a medal. Imogen wiped away a tear as she watched her girlfriend turn and salute to the judges again, and then walk off, the pride she was feeling for herself evident in every single step she took.

After what felt like an eternity, the judges had made a decision on her score, and Imogen sent her one last "I love you, I believe in you," seconds before Laudna's score was posted.

14.465. the highest Laudna had scored the entire competition. Imogen watched with tear filled eyes as Laudna desperately tried to keep it together, to not cry and jump around, no matter how much she wanted to.

Imogen wiped away a stray tear. She was so proud of Laudna. She knew she could do it, and a score this high meant that she qualified for a medal, and Imogen found herself selfishly hoping that it was gold, because Laudna deserved all the gold medals this world had to offer.

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Imogen only half watched the rest of the athletes. She had wanted to keep talking to Laudna, but the thoughts of the other spectators began to creep in a little too much, and Imogen ended up having to put her circlet back on, in order to preserve her own sanity. Today was about Laudna, and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that it remains that way.

The one thing that Imogen paid attention to, however, was the scores. Each score that went up just further solidified the fact that Laudna was going to win this; she was going to get the gold.

The final athlete walked off the stage, and Imogen's eyes never left the judges, as they conferred about the score. She watched as one of the judges handed the score off to someone, probably the person who posted them, and her eyes shifted from the judges table to the score board.

A few seconds later, Imogen jumped up again and screamed when the scores showed 13.342.

Laudna was in the lead, and the event was done, which meant she did it.

She had won.

Not just won, but she had won the gold medal, the one thing Laudna kept insisting would never happen in a million years. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scoreboard to look at her girlfriend, who was stood, chest heaving as she looked up at the score board in disbelief. Imogen watched as Laudna's eyes moved to hers, and Imogen reached up, ripping off the circlet, and speaking to her, managing to ignore the other voices creeping in.

"I told you you could do it, baby." She said, and watched as Laudna ran towards her. Imogen got as close to the cement barrier as she could, and opened her arms just in time to receive arm fulls of Laudna as she jumped up to her and wrapped her arms around her neck, the smell of Laudna, mixed with sweat and chalk consumed her.

Imogen buried her face into Laudna's neck, and let her own tears flow. "I am so fuckin' proud of you." she whispered. "I told you you'd win it, baby." she pulled away, and looked Imogen in the eyes. "You did it. You won!"

Laudna didn't speak, her face just crumpling into a happy sob, her tears flowing free. "I proved them wrong," Laudna whispered, and Imogen hugged her to her chest again.

"You did baby." She whispered. "You proved them wrong, showed them what you are made of. Everything they ever said to you was wrong, you are worthy of this. You proved yourself, proved your strength, and the judges saw that. You deserve this the most out of everyone. I am so, so proud of you." She pulled back once more, and pressed her lips to Laudna's. "Go get that medal, baby." She said, and Laudna nodded, giving her another kiss, and walking over to her coach.

Imogen cried as she watched Laudna's name be announced as the winner of the gold medal. She watched through her tears as Laudna walked up to the podium, and accepted the gold medal with the biggest smile on her face, the white streak in her black hair shining bright under the stadium lights.

She was a winner, not only in the eyes of the Olympic Committee, but in her eyes as well. She always had been, but this was the first time that she could see that Laudna was starting to believe everything that Imogen had ever told her; she was starting to believe that she was worthy of everything good this world had to offer to her, and Imogen suddenly couldn't wait to show her just how much of a winner she was later.

[clar-a-m]

Both of Laudna's biggest fans get in same room (Bouldering AU) - Inspired by Chalk It Up To Luck (In Brazil we say that if your ears are hot it means that someone's talking about you)

*Not actual scene from the fic

You can find more drawings for this AU here

[paperglader]

it hit me again yesterday- literally as i was about to fall asleep- how stupidly cute it is that marisha as beau randomly burst out "i could be her beacon [that guides her home]" all awkward and earnest about jester, for then one campaign later, finally, laura as imogen come back to her with "you're my tether, laudna. sometimes i feel like i’m about to float away, but as long as you’re there" and i just think that's beautiful and another reminder of how in so many ways CR continues to be endless love letters from the cast to each other.

[mintywolf]

Her unsteady glance about herself doesn’t catch on a blue damask evening gown, but everything is only a blur of unfocused shapes and bright colors. She draws in a stuttering gasp, and then another, as gradually her surroundings begin to resolve themselves into a bewilderingly comfortable living room and the oddest assortment of people she has ever seen. ... They all look worn and bone-weary, but alive with expectant joy. They are all staring at her intently. They are strangers. -- 33 years ago Matilda made a dying pact in the arms of her murderer. Now that pact lies sundered by a lightning strike, and her soul with it. Waking again in the arms of loving strangers who seem to regard her as family, she tries to put together the pieces of the life she can't remember and what she means to the people around her.

Remember Us, a story about memory (and its loss), fake marriage, real marriage, family, home, the passage of time, resurrection, and ears, is now complete!

(I never did manage to finish all the chapter illustrations I had planned to do but here are a few. Maybe more in the future!)

[artyapplebee]

Finally some imodna fanart !

inspired by bogfenwetland's wonderful fic Map on a wall on Ao3

[nightphlox]

Imogen can't keep sitting around chatting like this when Laudna is right there. She keeps revisiting that disbelieving, perfect moment right after the end of the ritual: when Laudna had looked up at her and with clumsy, fervent hope in her eyes told Imogen that Delilah wasn’t watching anymore. It had taken half a beat to sink in. And then they were kissing. - What comes later.

post–episode 103 smut is here! enjoy <3

[ratinayellowbandana]

Hound "baby boy" of Ill Omen for prompts!

first off, thank you for carrying this whole ship on your back. you are our strongest soldier and we appreciate you.

second, even more thanks for sending this my way! I hope this is something like what you had in mind!

if anyone else sees this and would like to toss a little prompt my way, feel free :)

wc: 934

cw: body horror…kind of? it’s just canonically what the good boy looks like

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Imogen loves Laudna. She does. Quite a lot, in fact.

Because it is a fact. 

It may as well be written in stone. In the stars. Recorded on one of those dusty scrolls in elegant script and stuck on a shelf in some stuffy library for the next bored student who may happen across it and learn of two witches who saved the world.

Laudna, it must be noted, is a woman of many quirks. 

And Imogen, it must be noted, adores her for them. 

They are just as much a part of Laudna as the angle of her nose, the brightness in her eyes. As are her projects, macabre and scrounged as they often are, and so Imogen adores them, too. 

(If it takes her a moment to come around, Laudna must never know. Each new creation, presented to Imogen with all the glee of a child in a sweets shop, will only ever be met with enthusiasm. Laudna, she knows, has spent too long squirreling away the odd parts of herself. Imogen is determined to recover them.)

“Come here, darling,” Laudna calls, and the flesh-and-bone creature that scared the everloving fuck out of Imogen the first time he burst from his maker’s chest trots happily to her side, tongue lolling from a fleshless snout. 

The hound twines between Laudna’s legs, and she lifts her skirts to allow him through. He leans heavily against the inside of her knee, and Laudna beams. She bends at the waist to wrap the creature in spindly arms. His back arches, and Imogen can hear the vertebrae curving, clacking, as Laudna scratches behind his one intact ear. The ichor-tipped remnant of a tail begins to wag, shaking them both with the force of it.

He spots Imogen several paces away, and his green eyes glow, peering at her curiously.

Laudna has stopped her scritches, and the hound tilts his big head. Laudna looks up, meets Imogen’s fond gaze, and her lips split into a wide grin.

“Go on,” she pats the creature’s sides encouragingly, “say hello if you like.”

The hellhound bounds forward, released from his command. 

Imogen recalls the day he learned his tricks.

Laudna had found Imogen lounging beneath a copse of trees one afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to sink, casting the forest in dappled shades of orange and gold. The festering hound loped diligently at her heels. His paws colored the leaf-strewn ground iridescent black in their wake. 

“Look!” Laudna had said, chest puffed. She turned to her newest creation and pointed one finger. “You’ve been so obedient all afternoon. I’ll see about giving you something from my collection if your other mom approves of your skills. I should have a deer leg that will suit you nicely.” She contemplated for a moment. “Ready?” 

The hound stretched into a bow, muscle snapping over exposed bone, yawned, and shook. Drops of blood and ichor spattered the clearing, but Imogen hardly noticed, too caught up in Laudna’s casual statement. 

She had said it nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just gifted Imogen something extraordinarily precious. As if Imogen’s senses hadn’t suddenly gone askew. As if she hadn’t just sent Imogen’s worldview slip-sliding into something new and dangerous and so welcome that it felt like a homecoming. Her mind spun until she was almost giddy with it. She wondered, then, how something said so simply could feel so significant. If Laudna understood what she had done. 

She had appointed Imogen the caretaker of a fragment of her soul. Of a creature that had been born of her, born from her. Crafted from the essence of her with whispered words and a desire to protect. 

“Imogen?” Laudna had said then, “Are you ready?”

And Imogen had glanced between Laudna and her hound, who sat on bleeding haunches and looked expectantly at his mother, and it was all she could do to swallow the creak in her throat.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

Now, as the hound nearly bowls her over, Imogen cannot find it within herself to be mad at him. Not even at the dark stains on her dress. They’ll come out with a prestidigitation or two. She knows from experience. 

She falls back in the grass and stares down twin emeralds. A broad tongue laps the side of her face, and she laughs, trying to dodge a cold, wet nose against her cheek. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his muzzle. 

“Hi, baby boy,” she coos. She rubs at his ears, and he presses harder into her palm, groaning loudly. She can feel the vibration in her chest.

Laudna scolds, “What have I said about knocking people over?” Her hands rest firmly on her hips. “Honestly, Imogen, you could at least discipline him. How will he learn?”

Imogen rolls her eyes, shrugs. “I’m the fun mom. He comes to me because he knows he can’t get away with anything when you’re around.”

Laudna huffs. “I’m sorry that I want our son to be civilized.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” The hound flops to the ground, sprawling over Imogen’s outstretched legs, and she lets out an oomph of surprise. “Are you going to join us down here?” 

Laudna sighs and settles beside Imogen, resting her head on Imogen’s shoulder. She runs her hands over the creature’s exposed belly, avoiding the biggest of the perpetually oozing wounds. His jaw unhinges happily. His tail thumps a steady rhythm against her shin.

Imogen presses a kiss to the top of Laudna’s head, and Laudna relaxes into her.

A soft smile spreads across Imogen’s lips.

[mehoymalloy]

A Kiss Good Night

(Critical Role; Fearne/Imogen/Laudna)

My first ever contribution to Imogearne, thanks almost exclusively to @immult, who loves them so dang much that I couldn't help but love them too.

link in the title!

[imperfectpaladin]

Imogen had always thought that if she ever met a vampire, the trick would be in not getting bitten. She seemed to have befriended the only vampire in Exandria who didn’t want to touch her. Laudna was going to die when the sun came up, and she still wouldn’t touch her.

[mommymilkersmac-n-cheese]

Can’t wait for the fics about the group actually noticing Ashton’s panic attack. Craving that sweet sweet Ashton angst hurt/comfort chronic pain oml.

[willowpotatox]

My ability to art has returned

Three of these are fanart for fics by @thebytchwitch (song of the damned) and @lespetitesmortsde (When the stars go out I want you holding my hand)

And one is just good ole’ Imogen

[falcqns]

the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me ll

☼ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Gymnast!Laudna x Imogen Temult ☼ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The next morning, Imogen goes onto social media and realizes just how loved Laudna is. ☼ 𝒂/𝒏: thank you for reading!!

Sunlight streamed into the dark hotel room through the crack in the curtains, casting beams of light over Imogen and Laudna, wrapped up in each others arms, tangled in the blankets. Imogen slowly blinked awake, squinting at the sunlight in her eyes, and turned her head towards Laudna, who was still peacefully sleeping.

Imogen just looked at her, admiring the way the sunlight danced across her pale cheeks, highlighting the occasional stray black hair and the dark of her smeared eyeliner and mascara from the night before, when Imogen showed her just how proud of her she was.

Imogen reached up and gently stroked Laudna's cheek as she slept. Laudna stirred slightly, but didn't wake, and Imogen leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She felt her phone vibrate beside her, and she rolled over to grab it. She pulled it off of the charger and the screen lit up. Imogen smiled at the photo of her and Laudna wrapped up in each others arms at Fearne and Ashton's place a few months ago, where they were celebrating Laudna making the Olympic team. Her smile then dropped when she saw all the notifications that were popping up on her phone. Most of them were from social media - mainly Instagram and TikTok - with the occasional text message popping up from family and friends.

Imogen clicked on one of the TikTok notifications, her brows furrowing. She had expected a lot of activity from social media after her gold medal win, but she was not expecting to see what she did when TikTok loaded. It was an edit, more specifically an edit of her and Laudna, set to The Alchemy by Taylor Swift. The smile on her grew as the edit began, and Imogen watched the clips of Laudna and herself.

The video starts with Laudna moving through her routine with practiced precision, the clips alternating between Laudna on the beam, and Imogen watching with bated breath in the stands.

'Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor...'

Laudna was standing at the end of the beam, breathing deep before beginning her dismount. Imogen could see the change in her micro expressions even clearer than the day before, as she heard Imogen's voice in her head, encouraging her moments before her last chance to prove herself.

The next clip was of Laudna's dismount. It was slowed down, showing clearly how she hit every single movement in it perfectly, small clouds of chalk bursting up from where her feet and hands touched the beam. She landed on the mat, a look of pure concentration on her pale features as she stuck the landing. A small breath of air escaped her in the millisecond between realizing she had stuck the landing, and her moving to salute the judges, before the clip changed again.

'Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league...'

A brief clip of Imogen standing and cheering for her after she nailed her routine was shown, before her reaction to Laudna realizing that she had won the gold medal, tears filling her eyes and chest heaving with sobs threatening to escape. It showed her pause for a moment before looking over at Imogen, and taking off running towards her, tears starting to make their way down her cheeks.

'Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me...'

Laudna jumped into Imogen's arms, and there was a clear shot of the relief on Imogen's face when her arms wrapped around her girlfriend, before her face crumpled, and she buried her face in Laudna's shoulder as she cried, and spoke nothing but love to her. Imogen had no idea she had even been crying during that moment. Seeing that moment, a moment that made them feel like they were the only two people in the stadium, being replayed and watched by thousands of people they didn't know made Imogen more emotional.

'Touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team...'

The next few clips were a montage of Imogen and Laudna hugging and kissing, whispering words that the rest of the world could decipher, and then Laudna standing on the podium, accepting the gold medal she had worked so hard for. Imogen teared up towards the end of the video, realizing just how many people had been loving and supporting her girlfriend from home the entire time.

'Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?'

Imogen wiped away the tear that fell as the video faded to black, the last clip showing herself cheering for her girlfriend.

She liked the post, a few of the comments tagging her. She then hit the repost button before locking her phone when she heard Laudna stirring in her sleep.

"Good morning, champion," she whispered, leaning down to kiss Laudna, who smiled into the kiss, her hand traveling up to Imogen's hair, gently tugging on it, much like she had the night before, when Imogen showed her just how much she loved her, over and over.

"Mmm," Laudna moaned breathlessly. "You're gonna spoil me." Imogen chuckled.

"Of course I'm gonna spoil you, baby." She whispered into Laudna's skin as she planted small kisses along her jawline, her left hand slowly pushing her backwards, her right tangled into her hair. "You won the gold medal."

Laudna giggled as her back hit the bed, and let out a contented sigh as she enjoyed feeling Imogen's lips trailing over her skin. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she heard Imogen begin to whisper into her collarbone, telling her how proud she was of her, how well she did yesterday, and how much the rest of the world loved her too.

"Wait," Laudna said, as she sat up slightly to look in Imogen's eyes squarely. "What? What do you mean the rest of the world loves me too?"

Imogen smirked, and sat up, removing her hand from Laudna's hair, and reached over the bed for her phone. She grabbed it, brought it back over to them and unlocked it. She held up her phone for Laudna, and together they watched the edit Imogen had been tagged in. Well, more specifically, Laudna watched the edit, and Imogen watched Laudna. She smiled and began to gently play with her hair as the tears that had welled up in Laudna's eyes previously, spilled over and ran down her cheeks, making tracks through the smudged eyeliner and mascara.

"They love you, Laud." Imogen whispered, as Laudna clicked on the comments and scrolled through them, seeing all the positive comments about Laudna, her performance, and their relationship. "They've loved you since the trials."

Laudna sniffed, and spoke, eyes still locked on the comments. "But then why did I only ever see the negative ones before? I never saw any comments like this; it was all comments about how I didn't deserve this, how I wasn't strong enough, how because of the way I was raised, I wasn't good enough to represent Tal'Dorei." she whispered.

"Because you interacted once, and the algorithm automatically thought that's what you wanted to see, so that's all that you could see. You didn't look for the good, so you didn't see the good." Imogen explained, and she rested her head on Imogen's shoulder. "Look at all these people who love you; who have been defending you since day one. You're so loved, baby. Not just by me, but by a lot of people."

They continued to scroll through the comments together, Imogen occasionally pointing out comments that stand out to her.

"Look at this one, 'Honestly, when she fell during her second event, my heart broke for her. But then I saw how she got up, and continued going as if nothing had happened, and that's when I truly saw her strength for the first time. She has been through so much in her life, but the way she carries herself during competitions shows what true champions are made of. That gold medal represents so much more than a victory in a competition - it represents her survival, her resilience, and her strength.'" Imogen read out.

"Wow," Laudna said shakily, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I didn't think anyone cared that much. Other than you, obviously."

Imogen put the phone down, wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, and rested her chin on Laudna's shoulder. "I know, baby. I know what the people who kept you alive for almost 18 years did to your confidence; to your self esteem. But, you will always have me, by your side, supporting you. You will never have to doubt my pride and love for you, even if it seems like the rest of the worlds against you, okay? I love you."

Laudna sniffled and laid her head against Imogen's. "I love you too. Thank you for being my tether."

"Thank you for being mine." Imogen replied.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Critical Role

Sample Size: 15,377 stories

Source: AO3

[lespetitesmortsde]

It's another regular, slow evening at the gay bar Imogen works at. Until a hot, tall, breathtaking stranger walks in.

or

A Gay Bar AU.

Day 17 of Imodnovember. 17 AUs down, 13 to go. Prompt: Lavender

Not to be a walking stereotype, but Imogen’s job includes polishing the glassware – so sometimes, when life-changing moments happen, she is, in fact, polishing a glass with a towel. It’s part of that bartender life.

It’s one of her favourite rocks glasses – one actually made out of crystal, hand-crafted, with rainbow coloured shards setting the classic cut pattern apart from other glassware. It’s a gorgeous glass, perfect for serving clear spirits and cocktails – or anything, really, if it was up to Imogen.

Plus, it’s subtle. Just in case someone didn’t know that walking into Lavender is walking into the gayest place in town. The town is kind of famous for the iconic gay bar, but, Imogen allows, that’s really only if you already run in those circles. She doesn’t even need to look at herself to know she’s playing her part to a tee: crisp white button-up, black suspenders, black slacks, and her company-issue lavender tie. The paper clip tie clip is hers, though. As is the black felt fedora – that one’s practical as well as aesthetic, though. It’s a sweaty job.

[Read the rest on AO3]

[mintywolf]

Imogen awoke to something burning her toes. She flinched away from the heat with a whimper �� must have dozed off too close to the stove, damn fool thing to do — but the fire was in her fingers, too, and her cheeks and ears and the tip of her nose. And someone had a hold of her feet, preventing her from moving away.

“There, there,” cooed a voice close by, in a melodic half-whisper.

“Laudna?” she mumbled groggily, fumbling for consciousness.

But wasn’t Laudna’s voice. And they weren’t Laudna’s cool, soft hands gripping her ankles; they were rough-fingered, with nails like claws.

She opened her eyes, through eyelids still swollen and raw from the rasp of stinging snow, to candlelight. She was lying on a narrow bed amid a row of them in an unfamiliar room. A wood stove stood in one corner, giving off the first real warmth she could remember in days. The dried blossoms of sweet woodruff and lavender strewn across the stone floor gave off a sweetly herbal fragrance that almost masked the mingled odor of medicine, soap, and sickness. An infirmary?

Raising her head, she looked around for Laudna but the room’s only other occupant was an eisfuura woman whose striped head and grey-brown feathers gave her the appearance of a rock bunting. She was dressed in the simple black habit of a cleric, and she was steadying Imogen’s bare feet with one taloned hand and weaving a healing spell over her toes with the other.

“Where’s . . . where’s Laudna?”

But she could not hear her mind. The only other thoughts in the room were the cleric’s, bent on her in concern that she should have been grateful for, but at the moment her own thoughts were whirring and bashing up against the inside of her head like a bee against a closed window.

“You are awake!” the cleric warbled softly, “You were near to frozen when you were brought to us. Praise unto the Matron for delivering you back into our hands.” She ducked her striped head in a quick gesture of reverence. “Please be still while I heal you. Do not be afraid, you are safe here. I am Sister Samar.”

The touch of her hands was surprisingly gentle, despite the length of her claws, and as she worked the stinging redness mercifully ebbed from Imogen’s frostbitten toes.

“My . . . my friend.” Imogen scanned each of the beds again, one by one, as though she had only overlooked her somehow. Laudna took up so little space in a bed. With her dark hair hidden under a blanket she might have looked like little more than a lumpy mattress. But all of the empty beds were neatly made, with smooth sheets tucked primly up to the pillows and a woolen blanket folded at the foot of each. Imogen looked back to the cleric. “Where is she? Is she all right?”

Her heart sank as Sister Samar put her head sadly to the side. Her curved claws came up to fidget with a talisman around her neck, the simple emblem of a raven’s skull hanging from a silver chain.

“I’m very sorry,” she said softly, and the sorrow in her thoughts matched the sorrow in her inkdrop eyes, “Your friend was taken by the Matron.”

Imogen pushed herself up with her hands until she was sitting up. “What — what matron? Where is she?” Her throat squeezed around her voice, so that her words came out a sob. “Where’s Laudna?”

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[mamisfavmosherz]

BELLS HELLS MASTERLIST

The people below are the ones I will 100% write for! Feel free to request other women tho and I'll let yall know if I'll write for them! <3

IMOGEN TEMULT

~ Coming Soon ~

LAUDNA

~ Coming Soon ~

FEARNE CALLOWAY

~ Coming Soon ~