#the wheel of time oc

[dtyfp2]

Old friends

Evermore

It’s cold in the water, but you suppose it’s better than nothing. You and Aemon had ridden ahead of the group to find a good place to settle for the night, and to ensure there was a good place to hold Logain.

You had found one, and luckily it was even near a small river. You had found a spot where the current slowed and decided to wash up, slipping into the deep pool.

Aemon comes as well to wash up, coming in a bit away from you. You find it amusing how far he washes, how he doesn’t dare look your way.

You splash water at him, laughing as it hits him and he turns around, eyebrows raised. You splash him again, and this seems to be enough to force a smile on him, and he splashes you back.

You use weaves of water to splash him harder, so hard he’s drenched.

“That’s cheating, is that how you want to play?” He teases as he inches closer.

“As long as I win,” you shrug back, splashing again. He laughs as he flings water your way, and you can’t help but scream as he grabs a hold of you.

“I always let you win, my lady,” he grins, his forehead pressing against yours. The fun is gone, and in its place…tension. You’re so close your noses touch, your hand raises to touch his cheek as his hand moves up to cup the back of your head. You close the distance, kissing him passionately. The water no longer feels cold.

He backs the both of you up, so your feet can touch the ground. His hands roam your back as you keep yours planted around his neck, instinctually your legs wrap around his waist and his hand guides you up.

You can’t help but gasp when you feel something poke at your leg below you. He apologizes but you make no effort to move away.

“It’s ok,” you tell him as you bite your lip nervously, which only drives him crazier. You dare to grab one of his hands that were holding you up, bringing it up to your lips so you can press a kiss against his fingertips, slowly running it down your chest before stopping at your breast.

“Gael-“

“I want you to…if you want to,” you say quietly, tilting your head so you can meet his gaze.

“I want to,” he affirms, leaning back up so he can continue to kiss you. His hand moves on its own accord, gently squeezing, as if to see what you liked.

His beard scratches at your skin when he moves to kiss your neck, but you find yourself yearning for it. It’s familiar, and you’re enveloped by his scent.

“Aemon-“

The whinny of approaching horses draws you both for your moment. You can’t help but sigh as he stops kissing you.

“You finish washing, I’ll go,” you tell him as you drop your legs from around him.

You press a kiss to his cheek before telling him to turn around so you could get dressed.

By the time you finish and start heading back to camp, the others are already setting up their things.

“Lan! Where did you come from?” You ask giddily, running over to him and enveloping him into a bear hug.

“Gael, you have become a woman grown since I last saw you,” he laughs as he returns your hug. Over his shoulder, a woman you don’t recognize stands. She looks angry, but you offer her a smile anyway.

“It’s not my fault you and Moiraine have been gone. Where is she?” You ask as you pull apart. His face darkens for a moment, the happiness he felt seeing you fading.

“She was injured. She’s with Kerene now in the Green tent,” he tells you.

“I will go see, I’m a better healer than Kerene,” you assure him, offering him a comforting smile.

“Don’t let her hear you saying that,” he quips.

“Oi, Nynaeve, is that you?” You hear Aemon ask as he comes up behind you. You glance over at the girl with Lan, and she takes a shaky breath before daring to relax for a moment.

“Aemon, you are a sight for sore eyes. Where have you been?” She asks as she makes her way over to him. She smiles as she envelopes him into a hug, like the one you had just given Lan.

You wondered how they knew each other. You don’t remember him telling you about her, and you suddenly wonder if there was a reason.

“I heard you finally bonded the poor boy,” Lan mutters behind you.

“What else have you heard?” You question.

“That you have become an accepted, didn’t quite hear of you passed the final test though,” he comments as you raise your hand to show him your ring.

“Not yet, didn’t feel ready,” you admit to him.

“Nothing wrong with taking your time. And how was your accepted test? I heard you had a rough go,” he asks with a knowing look, almost fatherly.

“Maksim has a big mouth, doesn’t he,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“That he does, the biggest mouth in the White Tower,” he chuckles. You can’t help but laugh at the little nickname before saying your quick goodbye, jogging over to Kerene’s tent.

Inside, Moiraine is lying down with a wound near her shoulder. It had begun to fester, and there was a strange green poultice on top. Kerene was just getting ready to heal her once you came in.

“Let me do it, Kerene, you need your strength,” you tell the older woman, placing a hand on her shoulder as you take her place.

“She’s better at healing than you are, maybe it’s for the best,” Moiraine quips through ragid breaths.

“Always so funny, Moiraine,” you smile down at her, something she does her best to return.

You summon weaves of spirit, air, and water to heal her, imagining the blood and muscles and bones fusing back to one another. You add your own light in, to give her the energy boost she so desperately needed.

Moiraine sighs as she sits up, giving your hand a light squeeze in thanks.

“It’s good to see you again Gael, you grow in power and beauty every time I see you,” she smiles.

“I know,” you scrunch your nose, which earns a laugh out of her. You get the sense she and Kerene need to have a conversation so you leave the tent. Lan is catching up with Stepin but looks over when you exit, and you give him a thumbs up to assure him she was alright.

You look for Aemon, and you can see he’s still talking with, what was her name, Nynaeve? They’re a bit more secluded now, and it looks quite serious.

You’re sure he’ll tell you eventually, so you go to take over for Alanna and Liandrin. Moiraine and Kerene drop by, and Moiraine even offers to help shield, but you assure her you’ll be fine and to get her strength up before she helps.

Thats where you remain for the rest of the day, at least until nightfall. Around the time you start thinking that you’re hungry, Aemon comes in with some food and a solemn look. He drags the extra chair over so he can sit closer to you as he hands over a small bowl of soup.

He sits hunched over, one of his hands resting on your knee as you eat.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your hand raising to rub his shoulder.

“Nothing, but everything at the same time,” he answers vaguely, reaching up to grab your hand.

“The woman Lan and Moiraine brought, her name is Nynaeve Al’Meara. She is from Emond’s field, same as I, she was the new wisdom when I left,” he begins to explain.

“Were you friends?” You ask. You wonder if he ever liked her. She was beautiful.

“Somewhat, she was a couple years older than me, always a little too serious, but Two River folk always look out for their own,” he smiles softly as he sits up. He pulls a small bag out of his pocket.

“Lan and Moiraine were in the Two Rivers. I had asked Lan, before he left, to grab a few things for me if he was ever in the area,” he says as he pulls a couple things out out. One was a book, a necklace, and a knife.

The book looked old, it was obvious repairs had been made to it. He hands it over to you, and the ink has faded so much it was practically unreadable.

“It was passed down, supposedly belonged to the last Sun Summoner. I don’t know how much you’ll get out of it though,” he says as he watches you flip through a few pages.

“It’s written in the old tongue!” You gasp as you lean forward. You turn to share your amazement with him, but find that he’s turning the necklace in his palm.

“Aemon?”

“This belonged to my mother. Before she died, she gave it to me and told me to give it to the woman I loved when I grew up, so she could continue to look after me,” he tells you, placing the pendant in your palm. It was metal forged, a little sun. It was worn through its years of use, but sentimentally beautiful nonetheless.

“Will you wear it?” He asks, his voice as vulnerable as you’d ever heard it. You turn to look at him, forcing him to look back at you. His eyes were a little red. You nod your head earnestly, words completely escaping you. You press a kiss to his cheek, in an effort to comfort him.

“Are you saying you love me, Aemon Dayne?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes, I love you, I thought I had made it obvious,” he chuckles as you smile bashfully. You hand him the necklace and motion for him to put it on for you. His hands linger on your shoulders as he does, and he leans down to press a kiss on the back of your neck.

“I love you too,” you tell him as he sits back down. He leans forward and presses a light kiss to your lips.

“And what about the knife?” You ask him, remembering the last of the three objects.

“It was my father’s, also the first blade I ever held. This one I’ll keep,” he tells you, allowing you to hold it. It was a simple blade, the strings frayed at the hilt.

“And what else is troubling you? Is Nynaeve alright?” You ask him, drawing back to reality a bit. Why had she come all this way?

“The mission Moiraine and Lan left for 2 years ago, they were off trying to find the dragon reborn. Apparently they were reborn 20 years ago. Moiraine thinks it’s one of my friends from the Two Rivers. They were travelling together to come to the White Tower, but they all got separated and lost. Moiraine and Lan have promised to find them, with resources from the Tower once we’re back,” he tells you.

“The dragon reborn?” Your mouth falls open as you turn to look at Logain.

“It’s not him, he’s 10 years too old at least,” Aemon shakes his head.

“Gael…I’m going to help look for them when we get back. I have to, it’s Rand and Perrin-“

“We will find them, together,” you promise him as you force yourself to put the shock aside.

“You don’t need to help me. This is my problem-“

“No, not anymore. When we first bonded you promised me that I’d never have to face my troubles alone, well the bond works both ways. You are my Soldat sol, your losses are mine, your responsibilities are mine, and mine are yours,” you shake your head as your hand raises to cup the back of his head.

“Where you go, I go, in this life and the next.”

[asha-mage]

Also can I say I'm LOVING all the deep cuts this season. That didn't have to be Jaichim Caradin, or Jaq Lounalt, or Tsutama Rath or Cenn Buie. Hell, even Lini gets a cameo in Morgase's coronation.

The choice to fill functional roles with lower tier or one off characters is so so inspired and I love it so much.

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[ouroboros-hideout]

RIDERS ON THE STORM

OC: Aon

Riders on the storm Into this house, we're born Into this world, we're thrown Like a dog without a bone

[grechkathekasha]

marlene and her emotional support entity of questionable moral standing (lanfear)

[cacospirit]

it's been a strong year for gay witches

[fiestylilmetalbendingqueen]

My OC Aryadne Damodred is once again taking over my life 😂😂 so I had to run and comms somebody for her. Thank you @thereinart for this lovely piece! It has been share in all my dms and servers im in 😂😂🙂‍↕��.

[dtyfp2]

Capture

Evermore

“That is the largest army I have ever seen,” you comment as you huddle up with the others.

“As opposed to the many little armies you have seen?” Aemon quips, which earns him a playful shove.

“…is everyone clear with the plan?” Kerene asks, drawing your attention back to the mission. You nod and she stands, from her battle plans drawn in the dirt.

“Be safe. If you have to, abort, we can deal with him after. For now, we try to catch him off guard,” she reiterates.

Aemon goes to scout the way while the others go to surround the camp.

“What is it?” Kerene asks once she’s left alone with you.

“What if my shield isn’t strong enough to hold him. I’ve never shielded a man before, what if it’s different?” You ask her nervously.

“It is not so different,” she shrugs easily.

“You are strong, Gael, the strongest channeled the world has seen since the last dragon. Logain is a fraud, his power is minuscule compared to you, and you my dear, have only gotten stronger since the day you first arrived to the Tower,” she says comfortingly as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“If you can’t shield him, it’s perfectly alright, it’s not a failure on your part. The others and I will converge if he breaks through. Just try your best, that’s all anyone can ask you to do,” she soothes. You nod, trying to smile but failing.

You were to go in first, shield him while the others dealt with his army. Now, you were hidden in the forests, at the outskirts of his base camp. You’d have to use your light mirage weaves to get you close enough to him, this Logain Ablar, who claimed to be the dragon reborn.

Aemon comes back, deeming the oath clear. He takes your hand and stalks closer to the camp, his sword drawn and ready for any surprise.

“I don’t see any-“

You can’t help but gasp as he pulls you closer, his hand covering your mouth as he presses himself against a tree. You’re about to ask him what he was doing, but soon you hear the chatter of 2 men, obviously meant to be guarding the camp.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and you fear it’ll be so loud they might be able to hear. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll help anything. You don’t dare move, your muscles turned to stone, afraid anything might set them off.

Now, you fear, the weight of the mission settling hard on your chest. You fear getting caught. You don’t know what you thought before, but it becomes real to you in that exact moment.

“They’re gone, come on,” Aemon whispers, pulling you up along with him as he continues on.

Come on, Gael, pull it together.

“His camp will be in the middle, time to mirage,” he says as you reach the edge of the camp. Carefully, you weave your strings of light, manipulating the light hitting one’s eye to make it seem like you weren’t even there.

You give him a nod when you’re down, and he takes your hand once more, carefully walking through the camp. It is night time, most are asleep, save for the guards and those up late drinking.

It smells bad. There is a conscious effort on your part to not gag.

You reach a large tent in the middle.

Aemon peaks his head inside.

“He’s asleep. You go, I’ll make sure one comes in. Be careful, Gael,” he whispers, his hand raising to cup your cheek.

“I will, you be careful too,” your murmur, leaning into his touch momentarily. He offers you an encouraging smile before letting you go.

Without taking a single breath, you slowly enter the tent.

You are surprised to see that he looks like a man. For some reason, you had expected something more…monstrous.

Nevertheless, you quietly begin weaving your shield, incorporating light itself. You believe you have time, until you can hear yelling and screaming and fighting outside.

Immediately, you throw your shield as Logain wakes. Outside, you hear Aemon fighting. Logain fights you, he’s strong, stronger than you thought he’d be. He’s clawing at the shield like an animal, and you begin to sweat.

“I am the dragon reborn, you cannot cage me!” He roars as you tighten the shield. By sheer strength, you could have gotten him.

But Aemon backs into the tent, his sword and face bloodied. He’s quick to approach Logain, and with his sword, cuts the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel. The distraction is enough for the shield to take full hold as he roars in pain. You use weaves of air to block his ears, so he cannot hear.

“You’re alright?” Aemon asks as he sheathes his sword, his gentle hands rising to check your face for marks.

“Yes, are you?” You ask, worry evident in your voice. You can’t tell if the blood is his or not. He nods, offering you a comforting smile as he presses a kiss to your temple.

The tent itself is thrown off its holdings, and you’re suddenly facing the elements themselves. There are small fires all around, it looks like most the army hadn’t put up much fight, running once the Aes Sedai attacked.

“Is he shielded?” Alanna asks as she runs over, throwing her own shield over yours. Her shield helped lessen your load, but you could tell she immediately felt its toll as she fell to her knees.

“He’s strong, Alanna. Only you, me, Liandrin, and Kerene have the strength to hold him, and the three of you will have to work in pairs. We can’t underestimate him,” you tell her as her shield falls and Ihvon runs to pick her up.

You focus your concentration as the others bring a cage for Logain, only just a man now. You almost feel sorry for him.

“You’re well?” Stepin asks as the others pick Logain up and put him away.

“Yes, piece of cake,” you joke, which earns you a laugh from him.

“I’m sure it was,” he chuckles as he goes to help lift the cage. Aemon is back at your side, guiding you through the woods as you hold your shield. The sun was beginning to rise and you sigh as the sun heats your face.

They set Logain up on a wagon, with two chairs attached at the back for whoever would be shielding him throughout the journey. You sit on the wagon first as the others prepare to go.

“If you cannot shield him, gentle him,” Aemon tells you as he kneels before you.

“But the Amyrlin wants-“

“I don’t care what the Amyrlin wants. Alanna couldn’t even keep her shield over yours. If you can’t keep him shielded, I want you to gentle him before he can hurt you,” Aemon says intently, his eyes shining a brighter blue against the blood and grime on his face.

“It’s not up to me-“

“I want you to swear it, Gael, you’re more important than your Amyrlin’s orders. Swear it to me,” he says quietly, so the others can’t hear. His hand is on your leg, and you can tell he worries.

“I swear it, if I can’t hold him-I’ll gentle him,” you promise him, pressing a hand to his cheek.

“But the others can hold him, Alanna was just caught off guard,” you assure him. He doesn’t seem to believe you, scoffing lightly as he stands and hops off, readying his own horse to go.

Alanna, Kerene, and Liandrin come back to test their weaves.

“Gael is right, only the 4 of us are strong enough to shield him, and the 3 of us will work in pairs. When you’re tired, Gael, let us know and we will take over, alright?” Kerene asks as she pats your head.

You nod in agreement and she offers you a small smile.

“You did well today, Gael, I’m proud of you.”

[peacenfly]

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[dailydwshipwheel]

"Well greetings Winnie~! I have a small question,"

"..."

"can I be with your boss?-" -TOTALLY NOT BLACK SAPPHIRE COOKIE

(Ooc: this is definently not glitch fucking around, not at all :3)

wait a second- you don't seem like a toon nor a human- you know what nevermind!

[grechkathekasha]

(let’s PLEASE pretend I understand how the old tongue works and created a valid affectionate nickname-equivalent of “my sweetness”. just pls. I want to think I did a great job researching.)

[miraluking-respectfully]

i'm putting together a little compilation of Sav's mobility devices so i can hammer out their designs/get more practice drawing them. i'm not anywhere close to done but i wanted to share the design for her rollator since it's what she probably uses most often ^-^

the limbs are designed to resemble the pillars of the old jedi temple! still working out how she decorates it, but of course i had to include some of the little holocron charms that she & Nia like to carry around. <3

[morgana-larkin]

Ok I know I haven’t written much in the past 2 weeks but I swear they’re coming and I got a list! I’ve been working a lot but I’ll try and get some of them out when I can. And to prove I got a list, I’m posting it.