#volfralech

[blue-unifox]

A little something I made just now :3c

[solarfalling]

I made a pyresona….

Thats a baro’t saya btw!!! Hello Philippines. This game is about You.

[raynewton]

And so love began

[exultedshores]

They march. Their group is sizeable, a good hundred of the revolution’s agents trailing behind a small number of figures clad in the white raiments of their ascension. Hedwyn, their Golathanian, walks arm-in-wing with his Fikani; Jodariel, Soliam Murr incarnate, has a tight hold on Ignarius’ hand, their horns knocking together affectionately; Ti’zo, the spitting image of his grandfather, sits atop the wild hair of Chae, who’s all but skipping alongside Almer and Dalbert of the Fate. Seven of the eight Scribes and their friends, their entourage, marching shoulder to shoulder down the alabaster streets. Oralech stands alone at the head of the procession, dressed in the uniform of a field medic that marks him even more recognisable than the bright robes of those behind him. He would have donned his raiments as well, out of a sense of uniformity if nothing else, but the Demon’s clothing no longer fit his diminished frame. He is no Demon, and he is no Scribe. He is the star that beckons them ever onward.

[pyrepalaver]

Melts like Candle Wax (Volfred/Oralech, 138 words, worksafe)

It is a cold morning on Mt. Alodiel and Erisa has left for her sunrise walk to tie her thoughts into braids and Oralech looks to Volfred reading his papers always reading his papers and says

I believe I love you

And Volfred looks over his papers with a strange sort of twist to his lips and says

I thought we had already established that

And beat beat pause until Oralech laughs in that beautiful way of his and crosses the Blackwagon in 3 big strides and kisses Volfred with a smiling sort of fervor and goes until Erisa comes banging in and when she sees the two in a barely tidied breath she rolls her eyes and bangs out again and Oralech kisses Volfred until his body melts like candle wax into a puddle on the floor.

[7clubs]

did it hurt when you fell from heaven

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[hippo-dog]

We shall find our way home

Still had many feels after drawing them that day, so I had to draw them again. 

[tonearms]

My @sggsecretsanta entry for @truenightwings !

This was exceptionally fun, so I hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful holiday! Same to all the participants, and the moderators who put this together!

[jagalart]

Dear @sussis ! I’m your foster Santa for @sggsecretsanta !

As I’m filling most of your prompts for my own giftee (spoiler), I’ve decided to focus on Volfred’s and Oralech’s relationship! I’m usually all for angst but I felt like drawing ‘what if”, happy version of their reunion. I hope you’ll like it!

[soaringsparrows]

is “kindred spirits” what the kids are calling it these days?

bonus:

(art by @snakeshax-six-shoulders​)

[moonsheen]

Fandom: Pyre (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oralech/Volfred Sandalwood Characters: Volfred Sandalwood, Oralech (Pyre) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Xeno, Tree Sex, Bath Sex, Established Relationship, Backstory, Pre-Canon, Size Difference, revolutionary boyfriendS, Outdoor Sex, OG Nightwings, Ti'zo cameo Summary:

After getting blasted off a hillside by an angry ghost during a foraging trip, Volfred and Oralech regroup and catch a private moment. After they deal with the green slime, anyway.

[blue-unifox]

perhaps......yuour babygirl.........

vibrates

First impression

Funnily enough, Oralech didn't really grab me much at first. Only thing I knew about him was that he had white hair (my friend who got me into Pyre was like "pspsps it has a white haired man just how you like" and I was... INTRIGUED, but that didn't sway me much) and that he was edgy and had some kind of sad backstory. That started to change like... in the process of learning who he was and finishing the game.

Impression now

AAA well you could've noticed by now... 👉👈 I have the old man brainworms now, what can I say. His story just touched me and the fanfiction just made everything worse HJSDJKHSD. I think he is a tragic character and that there's just enough breadcrumbs for further depth?? Like as is, he's pretty flat. BUT WE CAN DEVELOP HIM!! He actually has a kind heart? That was blackened by hatred and pain?? And it all was outside his control??? Sign me up. Also in my opinion he is quite handsome, no I'm not biased at all. i gotta make that post abt why i like him so much... who said that??

Favorite moment

UHHH well out of like all 5 appearances he has... I'd say my fave is where he's talking to Ti'zo about joining him. IT'S SO SAD!!! TWO GOOD FRIENDS ON OPPOSING TEAMS!! Also that scene shows Oralech has some softness in him still... just that it's quickly shoved aside bc of stubbornness (or maybe something else?). Or uhh your love be damned one but its not as good so there.

Idea for a story

SO I have a few ideas as you know... but most of them are ingrained into the coughs many volfralech ideas coughs. Tho I did have an idea for like... post-game situation, where he is the Chief-Physician and some years had passed, but he realizes that doing politics isn't what he truly desires. But also he's been doing this for so long! And helping out Volfred! Surely he can't back down now. So this whole story would be him realizing the importance of self-worth again (and also that he could've just asked to be on a different position and Volfred would've complied, no questions asked lmao). And that would include learning how to use a cane, since his transformation is receding and there's nothing wrong with using mobility aids like that, it's not a sign of weakness.

Unpopular opinion

Uhmmmm despite what i said earlier he's not that pretty...?? SDHJDSDHJSK I mean, have you seen how his face becomes from afar?? it's terrifying, also if u look at his features long enough you'd see they are pretty disproportionate (i love him anyway)

Favorite relationship

WELL.... UM.... old men yaoi I'M VERY PREDICTABLE DHSJDSD They just fit so well together, they're each other's foils, and have a potential for like an actually functional relationship. I like that they have a lot of history between each other and angst, but also hey canon says they become friends after all... It's a dynamic relationship!! And again, potential....

Favorite headcanon

I like to think he can sew (useful for patching up wounds and also he did get those raiments somewhere... so I like to think he just stole pieces of clothing from diff triumvirates and just. sewed those together) and that he needs glasses for that at some point later :3c

[queenbirdnerd]

Guys Oralech is a tree-hugger pass it on

[exultedshores]

Oralech was retrieved from the base of Mount Alodiel, and he did not have to spend years on his own with hatred festering in his heart. That doesn’t mean things are easier, per se.

A continuation of the middle of the end is near.

[pyrepalaver]

Two Old Men Sitting on a Bench (Volfred/Oralech, worksafe, 429 words)

What do we do when the end is near? We address it when it comes. 

The end is near. 

The end is near and Volfred and Oralech sit outside and count their last sunsets. Hand-in-hand, fingers twisted like roots. Oralech rests his head on Volfred's shoulder, his silvery strands spilling over like the gleaming dawn to come. He closes dark eyes and says, What do we do now? Tears are only for sorrow. We have to address it. 

Volfred watches wind wind through thinning trees. He captures the rumble of Oralech's graveled voice like a photo and folds it to square and tucks it into his heart. These things must be documented now, to be metered out with joy later.

The end is near and Volfred doesn't say anything. 

Oralech squeezes Volfred's hand to ground the both of them, feels smooth wood, sanded down by years of touch. Volfred… tell me what you're thinking. 

Sunset twists to twilight, twinkles the swell of a seawave of stars. It was different, last time. Volfred's voice floats, cloud-like, into the darkening sky. I was ready with him. 

You must be ready now. A dull ache settles in Oralech's bones from being so long in the same position, but he stays steady as stone in place. We must be ready now.

We have some time, still, Oralech. Said with the ease of a man practiced with time. We do not need to rush this.

Oralech turns his face to rub against Volfred's square shoulder. The same jacket of black kept for many years, mended and reworn, because Oralech liked its texture best. We do, he says, and a soft sort of smile scavenges to his scarred lips. But you of all people know the benefits of being prepared.

When Oralech smiles Volfred smiles, and Volfred squeezes that once-clawed hand. Not tonight. Shimmering eyes find the sky, drink in a web of lights with a beaming moon in the center. It’s too nice of a night for that.

Oralech kisses Volfred’s shoulder and turns his face towards the wine dark sky. A chill crawls up his spine and settles into his aching joints, then digs deep into the ground and freezes Volfred’s roots.

You're right, Oralech says, his eyes tracing glittering links swinging from star to star. It's too nice of a night for that. 

Dawn whispers something sweet from far off. The end is near and silence settles over them like cold bone. The end is near and there's nothing more they need to say. The end is near so they say nothing.

[7clubs]

*arrives to pyre fandom several years late with ship art* i think they should hold hands