#zsakuva Earis

[boiledmang0s]

Gosh I’mma fight zaros

Now I know why earis ‘dislikes’ him.

I’M TRYING TO DRAW ZAROS BUT HES LIKE A GOD DAMN GENSHIN CHARACTER AND WHATS BELOW THE YOUTUBE LOGO? IS IT PANTS A SKIRTS WHAT IS IT?

Here I am trying to draw something… wholesome and zaros is just causing trouble as usual

number 1 zaros hater rn.

[hinasxvii]

guys r we cooked..?

(yes this is how im coping)

[odasantiago]

I feel like people forget that Earis is canonically more built/stronger than Zaros, like make my goat less y/n coded, Earis is not a weak whining angry bitch 😭 there is a REASON why everyone in their old school was afraid of them

[thehorrors-archive432]

Concept art of what I think the Earis looks like

Will probably make a full drawing when school isn’t filling my week with tests

[15lungs]

Hi, one heated, intense, angry confession from Zaros with a voice crack as he screams it out, thanks.

[memesthatonlycatertome]

My brain coming up with ideas / theories / scenarios after the new Zaros audio:

What if... (Sorry for my english, i hope this makes sense...)

The Earis didn't steal Zaros idea and the corrupt judge changes their answer, so the Earis had to improvise.

Didn't Zaros say in one of the audios, that Earis was dreaming of doing something else (Part 3?). The Earis wanted to travel/see the world, maybe study science, be a painter or dancer, etc.... What if the Earis had originally - once they grew up - accepted their responsibilities, sacrificed their life to learn and live up to the expectations. But now they see a tiny chance to break out of their "golden cage". They see that Zaros really wants to help the people and that he would do what is best for the dominion. That he would be a good enough eminence. But the Earis can't tell anyone that deep down they wanted to leave their life at court behind because they don't want to disappoint their mother or anyone else. They also feel bad for dreaming of a life outside the palace and being "irresponsible" to what is expected of them. They know some nobles / judges try to manipulate the trials in their favor and wouldn't want Zaros as the new eminence. So the Earis plays the game. They try to upset Zaros, so he pettily puts in more effort to win in the trials. The Earis is intelligent and actually likes Zaros. They think Zaros likes them back but the Earis wants their freedom, so they try to make Zaros dislike them in order for him to try to be better at everything and to get him to win the Contention. The Earis knows he will win, that is their way out. They have their bags packed and after it is announced that Zaros is the new eminence, they quietly leave without anyone noticing. They are finally free to do what they want for the first time in their life as an adult. In the end Zaros sees the Earis happy to leave quietly with all their things already packed and realizes:

Rereading this, i realize i may have watched the old Barbie movies one too many times as a child:

Anyway... me waiting for the next part of the noble trials:

[fleurina11111]

also

Yalll HES COMING BACK

[peppymintdreams]

Threads Rewoven

Zaros Kymen Atha’lin x Earis (Modern AU)

Request via @vionnette the children called and mother answered I had to sketch this out had to get back in my fashion phase to make some things make sense (I apologize if it didn’t meet your expectations)

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The echo of his footsteps bounced off the polished marble floors as Zaros Kymen Atha’lin strode into the dimly lit corridors of the Serulla Vogue building. Once a bastion of creative brilliance and bold artistry, the iconic space was now a shadow of its former self, slated for demolition after this final, star-studded fashion show.

Zaros had promised himself he’d never return to this world. Not after that night—the royal ballroom show.

He clenched his jaw at the memory. That had been his finest work, a collection so daring, so avant-garde that it had left audiences breathless. But none of it mattered. The competition had been rigged. Every designer knew it, every critic whispered it: Earis Ilves had been given more time, more resources, more attention. When the scores came in and Earis was crowned Serulla’s Fashion Heir, Zaros had walked away, humiliated and furious.

He retired that night. Left the spotlight. Stopped creating.

But now, with the runway itself on the brink of destruction, he had returned—not as a designer, not as a makeup artist, but as a model.

For weeks, his inbox had been flooded with desperate pleas from designers, each clamoring for his name to bolster their collections. Zaros had skimmed the emails with disinterest, finally picking a request at random. To him, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to win.

He was here to advocate.

For the workers. For the designers. For the creative souls who had built this industry. The demolition of the Serulla Vogue building wasn’t just the end of a structure—it was the erasure of a legacy.

The Serulla Vogue building wasn’t just any runway. It had been the cradle of countless careers, the backdrop of every pivotal moment in fashion for decades. Zaros could still remember the first time he’d walked its gilded halls, fresh out of university and filled with ambition. Back then, it had felt like stepping into a dream—every corner was alive with the hum of sewing machines, the click of heels on polished floors, the hushed tones of designers whispering about upcoming collections.

It was here that Zaros had first met Earis Ilves.

The memory of that first encounter was etched into his mind. Earis had walked into a pre-show critique with the kind of effortless confidence that turned heads, their piercing gaze sweeping over Zaros’s collection before offering a curt, “It’s bold. But predictable.”

At the time, he had been too stunned to reply, but that single comment had lit a fire in him. Earis became his benchmark, his rival, and—though he’d never admit it—his equal. For years, they had competed on the same stages, their names often spoken in the same breath as the future of Serulla’s fashion world.

But no rivalry burned hotter than the one that culminated in the Royal Ballroom Show.

Zaros clenched his fists at the memory. The weeks leading up to the event had been a whirlwind of sleepless nights and frantic creation. He’d poured his soul into that collection—pieces that defied convention, blending traditional Serullan designs with sharp, modern silhouettes. He’d known it was his best work.

And yet, when the scores were tallied, it was Earis who stood victorious.

As he entered the makeup room, whispers erupted like a ripple in still water. Stylists clutched their pearls, makeup artists froze mid-stroke, and models exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Is that…?”

“He’s back.”

“It’s really him.”

Zaros ignored the murmurs, his expression sharp and unreadable. He wasn’t here for their adoration or gossip. He was here to make a statement.

“The designer should be here soon,” his manager said softly, breaking through the tension.

“Thank you,” Zaros replied, his tone clipped. His manager nodded and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Zaros sat on the plush makeup chair, staring at his reflection. His sharp cheekbones, piercing emerald eyes, and perfectly styled hair mirrored the man he used to be, yet something in his gaze felt heavier.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the last time he’d been here. The photo of Earis on the magazine cover haunted him still:

EARIS TAKES THE CROWN AS SERULLA’S FASHION HEIR

The image still haunted him—Earis draped in their winning design, a shimmering gold-and-crimson ensemble that looked like it belonged to royalty itself. At the time, he’d told himself it was rigged. The whispers confirmed it: Earis had been given more resources, more time, and more leeway from the judges. It hadn’t been a fair fight.

But deep down, part of him had wondered if Earis had simply been better.

He remembers it vividly the last thing earis said to him before they had parted, it was after earis had won tears of joy streamed their face as they waved to the crowd backstage they told him “you are a disgusting leech who won my trust, only to break me after. Knowing you is my greatest regret, I never want to see your face again”. That was eight years ago.

The thought had eaten at him, gnawing away at his confidence until he could no longer bear to set foot in the fashion world. He’d walked away, leaving behind the world they had both shaped. And just like that, Earis disappeared too.

In the years that followed, Zaros had heard little of them. Rumors swirled—some claimed Earis had retired to the countryside, others that they had taken their talent abroad. No one knew for certain.

What had happened to them after that night? Where had they gone? Rumors swirled, of course. Some said Earis had disappeared entirely, retreating into the shadows of their victory. Others speculated they had gone abroad to build an empire. But no one truly knew.

Not even Zaros.

What happened to you, Earis?

A soft knock on the door snapped him out of his reverie.

“Come in,” he said, his voice steady.

The door opened, and Zaros’s breath caught in his throat. Standing there, holding a tape measure and a fabric swatch book, was Earis Ilves.

Time seemed to freeze as their eyes met. For a moment, neither spoke. Zaros, for once, was at a loss for words.

“You,” he finally managed, his voice low and laced with disbelief.

Earis’s expression mirrored his shock, though they quickly composed themselves. “Zaros.”

“What…?” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely. “What are you doing here, my earis?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Leech” Earis replied, their voice cool but tinged with something softer—hesitation?

Zaros’s lips twitched at the sound of that old nickname. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet hearing it again stirred something in him—annoyance, nostalgia, maybe even a touch of longing. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as if to mask his unease.

“I’m here to protest the destruction of this building,” Zaros said, his voice regaining its sharp edge. “But I suppose I should have expected to find you lurking in its final moments. Are you here to celebrate your victory, my Earis?”

Earis closed the door behind them with an audible click, their movements measured and deliberate. They didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to set their tools on the vanity table. Zaros watched them carefully, searching for cracks in their composure.

“Believe it or not, I’m here to work,” Earis replied, finally meeting his gaze. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, let alone like this.” They gestured to him, their tone as unreadable as their expression. “Modeling, of all things? How... unexpected.”

Zaros chuckled dryly, though the sound was devoid of humor. “Why bother designing when the game is rigged? It’s easier to just wear the clothes and leave the politics to someone else.”

A flicker of something crossed Earis’s face—guilt, perhaps, or regret. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “You’ve changed,” they said softly, pulling a tape measure from their pocket. “But then, I suppose we both have.”

Zaros bristled at the implication. “And yet, here you are. Still clinging to this world.”

Earis stepped closer, the scent of their perfume reaching him—a familiar, intoxicating blend of sandalwood and citrus. It stirred memories he’d long tried to bury. “I’m here because this is my world,” they said, their voice firm. “I wasn’t going to let it crumble without a fight.”

Zaros narrowed his eyes. “So, you’re here to save the building too? How noble of you, my Earis. Tell me, is this another chance for you to steal the spotlight?”

Earis stopped in their tracks, the tape measure dangling loosely in their hand. Their eyes met his, and for the first time, Zaros saw a crack in their armor. “Do you really think that’s all I care about? After everything?”

The vulnerability in their voice caught him off guard. Zaros hesitated, unsure how to respond. This wasn’t the Earis he remembered—the fierce competitor who had always been three steps ahead of him. This Earis seemed... tired. Worn.

“I don’t know what you care about anymore,” Zaros admitted, his tone quieter now. “I stopped trying to figure you out years ago.”

Earis looked down, fiddling with the edge of the tape measure. “I didn’t ask for what happened that night,” they said, their voice barely above a whisper. “The resources, the attention... none of that was my doing. But you wouldn’t listen. You just... left.”

Zaros scoffed, his eyes narrowing as the bitter memories surged back. "You didn’t ask for it?" he echoed, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You didn’t stop it either. You didn’t say a word when they handed you the crown on a silver platter, my Earis. You stood there and soaked it all in—like it was your birthright."

You straightened, meeting his glare with one of your own. "What was I supposed to do, Zaros? Refuse? Hand it over to you out of pity? That’s not how this world works, and you know it."

"Pity?" Zaros laughed, but the sound was hollow. "You think I wanted pity? I wanted fairness! I wanted the recognition I earned, not to stand there like an idiot while you basked in the glow of a rigged victory."

Your jaw tightened, and for a moment, he could see the frustration simmering beneath your composed exterior. "It wasn’t rigged," you shot back, your voice sharper now. "Yes, I had more resources. More attention. But I didn’t control that, Zaros! I worked just as hard as you—harder, maybe. You think it was easy for me, carrying the weight of everyone’s expectations? Always being told I had to be perfect?"

"Spare me the sob story," Zaros snapped, rising from his chair. "You had everything handed to you. Connections, sponsors, the judges eating out of your hand. Don’t stand there and tell me it was the same for you."

You stepped closer, your eyes blazing with a fire that sent a shiver down his spine. "You think I didn’t see how much it hurt you that night? You think I didn’t care? I did, Zaros. But I wasn’t about to throw away my chance just to make you feel better. I wanted to win. I had to win."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at you. Your honesty was brutal, unyielding, and it struck a chord he wasn’t ready to confront.

"And you did," Zaros said bitterly, his voice quieter now. "You won. You got everything you ever wanted. So why do you look just as miserable as I feel?"

Your lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. For a moment, the tension between you hung thick in the air, charged with years of unresolved anger and something else neither of you wanted to name. Zaros’s gaze softened despite himself, and he hated that even now, you could still make his heart ache in ways he didn’t understand.

"Don’t flatter yourself," you said finally, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice. "I’m not miserable. I’m... I’m here to work. That’s it."

"Right," Zaros muttered, stepping back as if putting distance between you would shield him from the emotions threatening to surface. "And I’m just a model. That’s it."

The words felt like a lie, but he didn’t dare linger on them. He couldn’t afford to. Still, as he turned his attention back to the mirror, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were just as lost in the past as he was. Neither of you would admit it, but the distance you’d created hadn’t erased the memories. It had only made them sharper, more painful.

He glanced at you through the reflection, catching the way your shoulders tensed, your fingers clutching the tape measure a little too tightly. You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, the words slipping away before they could take form.

Zaros turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable. "We’re not the same people we were back then," he said quietly, the anger in his voice giving way to something softer. "But if you think for a second that I don’t miss the way things used to be... then you’re as blind as I was."

Your eyes widened, the facade you’d carefully built cracking for just a moment. But then, just as quickly, you straightened your spine, masking whatever vulnerability had slipped through. "The past is the past," you said, your tone cold and final. "It’s better that way."

Zaros didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The weight of your words settled heavily in his chest, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth. As you turned back to your tools, the silence between you was deafening.

And yet, in that silence, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were lying—to him, or to yourself.

The room felt suffocating, the tension between you and Zaros heavy with unspoken truths and lingering emotions. Zaros turned his back to you, his arms crossed as he stared out the dusty window. The faint glow of the city lights filtered through, painting shadows across his sharp features. He looked tired, worn—so different from the Zaros you remembered, who always carried himself with unshakable confidence, even in defeat.

And maybe that was why, despite everything, you found yourself speaking. "Do you ever think about how it could have been? If things had gone differently?"

Zaros’s shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn to face you. "Every damn day," he admitted after a moment, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability. "But thinking about it doesn’t change anything, does it? We made our choices, Earis."

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the edge of the vanity table. "Maybe we did, but that doesn’t mean it’s too late to make different ones."

He finally turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your intentions. "What are you saying?" he asked, his tone cautious, almost disbelieving.

"I’m saying..." You took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat. "I’m saying I don’t want to keep pretending like you don’t matter to me. Because you do, Zaros. You always have."

Zaros stared at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you thought you’d made a mistake—that he’d laugh it off or lash out, like he always did when things got too close to the heart. But then, to your surprise, he closed the distance between you in a few quick strides.

"You think I don’t know that?" he said, his voice trembling slightly. "You think I haven’t spent years trying to forget you, only to fail every single time?"

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, and for a moment, the space between you felt charged with something electric, something neither of you could deny anymore. His gaze softened, and for the first time in years, the walls he’d built around himself seemed to crumble just a little.

"But you hurt me, my Earis," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You took everything I wanted, everything I worked for, and you didn’t even look back. How am I supposed to forget that?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his pain settling heavily on your chest. "I don’t want you to forget," you said softly. "I want to make it right. Or at least... try."

Zaros let out a shaky breath, his hand running through his hair as he looked away. "And what if trying isn’t enough? What if we’re too far gone for that?"

"Then we figure it out," you said, stepping closer. "Together. No more games, no more walls. Just... us."

He looked back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. "You make it sound so easy."

"It’s not," you admitted. "But I think it’s worth it. Don’t you?"

Zaros didn’t answer right away, his gaze locked on yours. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant gesture. The contact sent a spark through you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.

"Maybe it is," he said quietly, his lips twitching into a small, almost reluctant smile. "But don’t think for a second I’m letting you off the hook, Earis. You owe me answers. And an apology."

You couldn’t help but smile back, your fingers tightening around his. "Then I guess we have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah," he said, his voice softening. "We do."

The tension in the room had shifted into something warmer, softer. You crouched underneath Zaros as he sat on a worn velvet chaise, as you measured his calves, an air of tentative understanding forming between you. For the first time in years, you allowed yourselves to talk—not as rivals or adversaries, but as two people trying to bridge a gap that once felt insurmountable.

"So," Zaros began, leaning back casually, "what’s it like being the golden child of the industry? Still stealing the spotlight wherever you go?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no venom in the gesture. "I wouldn’t say that. It’s... a lot of work, actually. More than I ever imagined back when we were just two kids at the Academy. I’ve spent the last eight years chasing deadlines and sacrificing sleep. But I love it, even when it’s exhausting."

His brow arched as a hint of a smile played at his lips. "Earis Ilves admitting to exhaustion? I thought you were invincible."

"Hardly," you replied, shaking your head. "What about you? Modeling, huh? How’d that happen?"

Zaros let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. After I left... everything, I needed something to keep me afloat. A friend of mine suggested it, and, well, apparently brooding pays well." He flashed a grin, his charm as infuriatingly effective as ever.

You chuckled despite yourself. "I’ll admit, you wear it well. But you always had that confidence—like you belonged wherever you stood."

"Confidence?" Zaros echoed, smirking. "I thought you’d call it arrogance."

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "That too."

The two of you laughed, the sound unfamiliar yet comforting. For a while, the conversation flowed naturally. Zaros told you about his travels, the odd jobs he’d taken, and the people he’d met along the way. You shared stories of grueling fittings, surreal moments at fashion shows, and the occasional disaster that turned into a lesson.

"I missed this," Zaros admitted suddenly, his tone softer now. "Talking to you. It’s... strange, but it feels like no time has passed, even though it’s been eight years."

You looked at him, caught off guard by his honesty. "I missed it too," you confessed, the words surprising even yourself. "Even when I told myself I didn’t."

Before either of you could say more, a sharp knock at the door interrupted the moment. The assistant poked their head in, clipboard in hand. "[Ms./Miss./Mrs/Mr] Ilves, your next fitting is in ten minutes. We need to start clearing the space."

You sighed, standing reluctantly. "Duty calls."

Zaros rose as well, his movements deliberate as he stepped closer. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper. Scribbling something down, he handed it to you with a casual flourish.

"My number," he said, his voice laced with teasing confidence. "Give me a call sometime, My Earis. Maybe we can pick up where we left off." He punctuated the statement with a wink, his grin making your cheeks heat despite yourself.

You took the paper, shaking your head with a bemused smile. "Still full of yourself, I see."

"Always," Zaros quipped, stepping back toward the door. "Don’t keep me waiting too long, though. I might just have to track you down."

And with that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and a strange fluttering in your chest. For the first time in a long while, you felt the faint spark of something you thought you’d lost: hope.

To be Continued…

@zsakuva

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[penelopesbaby]

This js SO sad

[piffany666]

I finally decided to draw my Earis design! Earis has one of my ultimate favourite listener designs I've ever come up with which is why I was so anxious to draw it because I wanted it to be perfect and to my surprise it actually turned out really good (in my opinion) and pretty damn accurate to how I pictured them

[mskyrathefroggo]

The Noble Trials Earis.

Here’s my Earis I’ve named her

Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves

Their first name was given by a friend who thought my name (Kyra) would fit with the period but I already self-inserted myself with Luca (as you may be able to tell) so,

I wanted to put a spin on it and named them Kyranix. It just seemed fitting, this outfit currently at this moment is her combat attire. I originally went in between combat attire and formal wear but looking at other fanart of the crumpets Earis and Zaros. Kyranix’s outfit just didn’t fit in with the period

When making Kyranix’s look I based her design off of Tanya from Mortal Kombat and Kida from Atlantis and some tidbits of Egyptian and Greek origins because for me that’s what the ethics he gets from their father and Queen Roena

Now when it comes to Sakuverse Oc’s I like to have them have some relationship to me in some type of way whether that be in appearance personality or experiences some of them might be unique some might be similar but for now Kyranix has a unique one is Vitiligo, now I have vitiligo, at a younger age I was scared and ashamed of it until I grew up and grown to appreciate it and that’s what I wanted for him but I had Kyranix a lot more vitiligo than I had,

Now for the more interesting part.

Who is Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves

(Kai•Ran•Icks) (ne-he-le-nia) (Cal-yo-men-E)

Age:???

Height: 5’9/6’0

Birthday: March 21st (Aries)

Favorite flower: Marigold

Eye color: Malachite

Guilty pleasure: collecting and secretly reading forbidden or controversial texts, such as poetry, philosophy, or tales of rebellion.

Natural Resting Bitch Face

Identical appearance to their grandmother

Soprano

Favorite animal: Lynx or a Phoenix

Has selective Luck

Acrobatic

Non-Binary

Now ima skip the obvious parts. Kyranix is an effortlessly beautiful complex, layered individual—a mix of brilliance, fire, and deep-seated vulnerability.

While she carries themselves with the regal composure expected of Serulla's heir, they often defy expectations with a sharp wit and a penchant for mischief. Kyranix is deeply intelligent, but they mask it behind a free-spirited, sometimes joyful exterior, knowing when to switch gears and focus when the stakes are high.

They’re fiercely independent yet plagued by a longing for validation, especially from authority figures—a result of both their upbringing and their struggles with bipolar disorder.

Their fiery temper and sarcastic humor are often shields against the loneliness and pressure they feel as the kingdom’s heir. Despite their emotional walls, Kyranix possesses an unshakable loyalty to their people and a strong moral compass, even when personal pain threatens to derail their judgment.

I’d note that Kyranix is very smart she just chooses to not be on the daily but knows when the time comes to be serious they just like to mess with people as they prefer an unpredictable persona

Talents and Skills:

Harp Playing: A skill she’s mastered as a way to channel his emotions when words fail. Their music is hauntingly beautiful, often reflective of their inner turmoil.

Ballet: Kyranix uses her flexibility and training in ballet not only as an art form but as a way to express control and discipline—something he struggles with emotionally.

Bo/Staff Combat: A weapon of choice that reflects her personality: elegant but fierce, and capable of immense power when wielded correctly.

For lore at this moment until Saku changes something up

Kyranix’s long hair and its style was a tribute to their father who wasn’t in their life long I kinda scrapped that idea because it didn’t make sense, especially with this alt costume

Scrapped Alternative Costume

But I did keep the father figure trauma because why not

Kyranix suffers from emotional turmoil and bipolar disorder and searches for validation from others; they become aggressive, angry, and resentful of paternal figures. She may also struggle with social adjustment and develop behavioral problems due to Kyranix’s status he was trained to be the best

Relationship with Zaros:

Her relationship with Zaros is a battlefield of emotions—anger, betrayal, unresolved feelings, and undeniable chemistry. Zaros’s teasing clashes with Kyranix’s fiery temper, creating a dynamic where every argument is layered with tension and unspoken truths. Zaros might see through their façade in a way that no one else can, both infuriating and intriguing Kyranix.

Kyranix herself won’t admit it but she does enjoy Zaros company as in all truth Zaros was his only true friend as many other people were just Kyranix’s friends because of their status when they were kids Zaros gave Kyranix a gift which was the marigold earrings they wear and swore and refuse to ever take off

As much as Kyranix is set on pursuing the future behind those walls she is afraid of the future and what her fate holds

Name Origin:

The name Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves combines elements of strength, beauty, and duality. "Kyranix" symbolizes a balance of light and darkness which means "little dark one" or "beam of light", reflecting their complex personality.

"Nehellenia" connects to a protective and mystical nature, inspired by a goddess of prosperity and the sea.

"Calliomene" highlights their elegance and creativity, tying to their artistic talents and emotional depth, while "Ilves" represents independence and a fierce, cunning spirit.

Together, the name embodies a powerful, multifaceted individual who is both regal and deeply introspective, shaped by their struggles and aspirations. The name also could be interpreted as: "The radiant protector with a fierce, beautiful soul, guided by duality and independence.”

Dancer Attire:

Random Facts About Kyranix:

Silent Strategist:

Kyranix might often be found quietly observing situations, calculating the best course of action without letting anyone know they're already ten steps ahead. They enjoy playing the long game and outsmarting others, even if they appear carefree.

A Lover of the Night:

Despite their royal responsibilities, Kyranix has a deep appreciation for the nighttime, often going on late-night walks or sitting by a window to watch the stars while reflecting on their inner thoughts. The stillness of night gives them clarity and peace.

Hides Their Vulnerability Behind Humor:

Kyranix uses sharp, sarcastic humor to deflect from moments of emotional vulnerability. It’s their way of keeping people at arm’s length, but those closest to them can see through the jokes and understand the hurt behind them.

A Collection of Gifts:

Kyranix secretly collects small tokens or mementos that hold sentimental value—things they don’t often show anyone. These could range from old books to items from people they care about, including the marigold earrings given by Zaros.

Enjoys Dancing in Private:

Given their ballet training, Kyranix occasionally lets loose and dances when no one is around, finding freedom in the fluidity of movement. It’s one of the rare times they truly feel at peace with themselves.

Imperfect Perfectionist:

While they strive for perfection in everything, from their combat skills to their leadership, Kyranix is incredibly self-critical. They often push themselves too hard, secretly fearing failure and feeling the weight of their expectations.

Loves Music with a Haunting Edge:

They play the harp beautifully, but Kyranix often leans toward darker, more melancholic pieces—music that mirrors their inner conflicts and emotional complexity.

Their Idea of Relaxation:

On rare occasions when Kyranix allows themselves a break, they might retreat to a quiet garden or secluded space, curl up with a book, and sip on a drink that relaxes them, like herbal tea or something calming like chamomile with honey.

Secret Soft Spot for Animals:

While they may not openly express it, Kyranix has a soft spot for animals, particularly those that are independent but still capable of showing affection—like cats or certain wild creatures. They may be seen feeding stray animals in secret, a small act of kindness hidden from others.

Doesn't Believe in Love (Yet):

Kyranix, due to past betrayals and emotional turmoil, has a hard time believing in true, unconditional love. They might scoff at the idea of romance but secretly long for someone who can understand their complexities without needing to fix them.

Things Kyranix Might Do:

Engage in Heated Debates:

Kyranix loves a good intellectual challenge, often debating topics like philosophy, politics, or ethics, especially when they know they’ll win or outwit the other person with their sharp reasoning.

Disguise Their Emotions:

When they're upset or hurt, Kyranix is excellent at masking it. They might throw themselves into physical training or hide behind a sarcastic comment to divert attention from their inner turmoil.

Nighttime Routines:

They might have a personal ritual, like lighting candles in a specific order or engaging in a brief meditation session to center themselves before going to sleep. It’s a time when they feel most at ease with themselves.

Take Long, Reflective Walks:

Kyranix enjoys long walks in solitude, particularly when they need to clear their head or work through their emotions. These walks might take them through royal gardens, forests, or along the edges of the kingdom.

Improvise Battle Techniques:

While trained in formal combat, Kyranix enjoys experimenting with new techniques or finding creative ways to combine different styles in the heat of battle, often surprising others with their unpredictable moves.

Challenge Authority (Subtly):

They may subtly challenge their mentors or those in authority positions, often testing their limits with sarcastic comments or questioning decisions, while still respecting the hierarchy to avoid outright rebellion.

Sneak Away from Formal Gatherings:

At royal events or formal gatherings, Kyranix might slip away unnoticed, escaping to a quiet spot where they can be alone and recharge before returning to their duties.

Keep a Journal:

Kyranix might keep a private journal or collection of poems, writing down their innermost thoughts and feelings, especially when they’re too afraid to voice them aloud. The journal might also contain strategic plans or musings about their future.

Romance Novels:

secretly enjoys reading very provocative romance novels, obsessing over the heavy scenes and dramatic characters. Despite their serious, royal exterior, they get deeply invested in the stories, even making notes in the margins and sometimes reading aloud to themselves, fully immersed in the drama. This secret hobby is a humorous contrast to their composed persona, and they'd never let anyone, especially Zaros, catch them in the act.

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“What’s with those eyes? Stop it with those eyes!”

Omg I drew someone that’s not my Listeners?!?

Anyway listen to Bake no Hana (English cover by ami on YouTube) cause it’s literally Zaros and Earis

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What's Noble About Sabotage?!

After five episodes of ZSakuVA's audio series, The Noble Trials was released, it gave us quite a few characters to remember. We have Earis (the Listener and supposed heir to the throne), Zaros (Earis's old friend or flame now turned rival), Roena Dysan Ilves (Earis's mother and former ruler), Nira Tolandi Atha'lin (Zaros's mother), and the Serullan council. These characters are all messy! Not a single one is doing alright! That definitely contributes to the story and what we're dealing with here.

So to recap, Roena is now relieving her duties as ruler of the kingdom, Serulla and Earis is next in line for the throne. However, before Earis can take over, they'll need the approval of all seven noble families/royal bloodlines and if any of them contest, there will have to be a series of trials that test these nobles to see who is worthy of the throne. Surprise! Surprise! Nira contests for her son, Zaros to go up against Earis for the throne and Earis couldn't be any more infuriated. They must be so mad that not even the strongest drink at the party would make them forget the night entirely and even if they did, they'd get a quick recap and get angry all over again. Now, The Noble Trials is supposed to be fair game, right? Ha, ha, ha! Don't be gullible, now! Of course it wasn't!

Roena had ruled Serulla seemingly in peace for many years and there were probably more members of the Ilves bloodline who ruled beforehand. Everyone was in favor of her! Everyone had no problems with Earis as heir! Everyone is sure that the kingdoms' in good hands especially since they'd assume that Earis was taught by Roena and anyone who Roena picked to teach them how to be a ruler. Remember during the first episode where six out of seven noble families allowed for Earis to rule? Obviously, there is some bias present here! Surprisingly, the Atha'lin family is here to shut all of that down. They are through with the Ilves family getting all the love and respect! It's time to make some changes whether the other nobles like it or not!

The second half of the first episode sees Earis and Zaros having to accept the fact that they're going to be seeing more of each other whether they like or not. Or well, Earis is going to have to accept the fact that they're going to have to see more of Zaros (Their rival! The person they despise the most! The person they pushed away for years!) whether they like it or not. Newsflash! THEY DON'T!!! Zaros is just along for the ride whether he likes or not. Keep in mind that he had no idea his mother was going to contest at all! The relationship between Earis and Zaros is quite the trip. Even after years of not seeing each other, Zaros's presence makes their blood boil. It's gone to the point where Roena takes note of this and suggest they go see their therapist who they haven't seen in two years which is sad, but relatable.

Earis has issues! They have been behind their palace walls for so many years unless if they were to attend school, participate in noble/royal gatherings, see the royal garden, visit the civilians in the kingdom (if necessary), and attend important outings. They've spent more time reading about the issues that are going on in the kingdom rather than seeing them up close and checking in with the citizens. I feel like deep down, they know they're not doing so healthy and they're likely not to success their mother, but having Zaros constantly remind them of their faults isn't helping them feel any better. His own mother even called Earis out on their ignorance when pointing out that a section of the garden hadn't been taken care of and Earis's first action was to get their mother involved. Nira mocks Earis for not acknowledging the help around the palace which gives the argument of, "How can you be a great ruler and look over your subjects when you barely even acknowledge your palace staff?" sort of thing. They actually, didn't plan on wanting to rule at first. They wanted to travel and see the world. However, with no other heir and their mother stepping down from the throne, that dream had to be put down.

Zaros also has issues! When he was first introduced, he engages in a nice, friendly, heartwarming conversation with Earis after not seeing them for quite some time........yeah, who am I kidding?! Nothing about that conversation was heartwarming, friendly, or nice! To the public, it looked like "friendly conversation", but Earis wasn't in the mood to deal with Zaros or anyone seeing as how they weren't very happy during the celebration even before Zaros came up to them. He honestly wanted to see what kind of person Earis had become after not seeing them for so long because the last time they were together, Earis called him a leech who was out against them and pushed him away for years. That memory does hit Zaros kinda hard, but he doesn't show it as he presents himself as someone who is doing very well for himself without needing Earis. It isn't until after the celebration where Roena forces Earis to spend time with him in the future, that he's downing himself in alcohol. Turns out he wasn't doing very good for himself after all. After they're argument, you can hear the bottle of alcohol shatter likely indicating that Zaros threw the bottle as Earis leaves the room. He even had a pretty noticeable cut from this that he hides with, "I dropped the glass."

Zaros's issues also involve his mother. He doesn't seem like he wants to rule the kingdom either even though he wants to do right for Serulla, but his mother is looming over his shoulder. Nira is determined to make sure her son wins The Trials. Not just for him, but for her sake and the Atha'lin family name as a whole. The Atha'lin noble bloodline hasn't exactly been highly respected on among the other nobles. There's also a chance that a handful of citizens don't respect them either. It's definitely something that weighs on Nira as she wants to prove that there is so much that she (and Zaros) can for Serulla that Roena couldn't or wasn't able to do. She doesn't exactly seem to have any motherly affection towards Zaros compared to Roena's love for Earis. In Episode 4 before the written portion of The Trials, Nira constantly reminds Zaros of what he should remember without so much as a "Good luck!" or "I'm so proud of you!" while Roena wishes the best for Earis. Zaros isn't thrilled about how his family's name is treated either, as he discusses that more with Earis during Episode 3 in the library. He makes a pact with Earis that the two would have to work together without any funny business, but things kind of fell backward in Episode 5. During the debate installment of The Trials, Earis completely steals Zaros's idea leaving the poor man to engage in improvising. While things didn't end well for both nobles, it did open up something for later on in the episode. What was it?.....The implication of sabotage!

There seems to be some sabotage within The Trials that is trying to ensure Earis wins. Neither Zaros or Earis are causing this, so there's a few people who could. Audiences would immediately assume Nira is behind this, but I feel like that would be too obvious. I know she's not everyone's favorite character, but just because someone is unlikable doesn't automatically mean they're behind something wicked.....well, not all the time. Most times, but not all. There's also the assumption that Roena is behind this. People could think that Roena is doing all they can to comfort Earis all while pulling strings to ensure they win. There's also the relationship she has between the Atha'lin family. She's not thrilled that they contested, but she has no choice but to let The Trials commence. You can also sense the tension as both mothers speak to each other. There's also this history with Zaros's grandmother that Roena immediately shoots down from talking about as it also involves her first-born child who passed away before Earis was born. I don't fully believe Roena is behind this, but I can see that there's something she's determined to hide. There's also the council who is running The Trials. They are the only ones who have access to look over Earis and Zaros's progress because the two are not allowed to see their results at all and the council can do whatever they want with their answers. There's also this unsettling feeling I get with how the debate turned out. It almost felt too abrupt with how the debate ended and maybe there could've been more time to talk. There was also this weird moment when the debate went to a slight halt because someone insisted to have Earis present their idea first. The council seems a little sketchy. Then again, there could also be a certain higher-up who paying a ton of money to pull strings for Earis to win.

Why are people so insisted on having Earis win? Remember that bias I stated earlier? In Episode 1, every noble family wanted Earis to rule except for The Atha'lin family. A.K.A., the noble family that is least respected. Why would they want a noble from a disrespected family bloodline to rule over the whole kingdom? Zaros has said that people were not ready for change and if Zaros were to be crowned, he would insight change for Serulla. Someone is determined to let Earis rule for the sake of keeping everything the same and not allowing Serulla to change for better or for worse.

This was a lot to write about, folks! I tired myself out with this! Why did I spend hours upon hours investigating this? Because.......I wanted to......and this is only up to five episodes......we've got a lot more to go......Thank you for reading!

[odasantiago]

The Ocean at 21:00

After Zaros was crowned and became king, Earis was shunned away. Never to be seen again, after a couple years, the King of Serulla gets an update.

M!Earis, Post-Noble Trials, Semi-Angst(???)

The Noble trials were finished years ago, Zaros has been the king for 6 and a half years. It felt like yesterday that the crown was placed on his blond head, while Earis smiled at him for the last time.

He’s fought battles, went through the hardships of being the new royal family, regretted many of his decisions, had beautiful banquets inviting the common folk and royalty to eat together, all the sorts.

Something he didn’t think about though, is how painful ruling is. The public would yell and shout, and the work would build up until there was sleep-less weeks, with no one there to help him, hell, even listen to him. The only days he’s enjoyed being king, is going on missons.

These missions let him get some fresh air from the responsibilities waiting for him on his desk.

This time, his mission was to go to the kingdom of Lsmena, to provide insight of trading matters..transportation stuff…blah blah blah.

This kingdom was known for its rich history with music and the arts, mostly performance arts near the water. Since the whole kingdom is surrounded by water, having lovely townsfolk, perfect weather, and a amazing range of rare flowery. It somehow felt like a vacation for Zaros, all things considered.

Stepping onto the dock, with 2 guards behind him, his red and black coat flowing behind him akin to a blaze. Walking pridefully, seeing the view of the beachside town.

The kids where playing games, girls in pretty, Greek-style outfits we’re practicing their dances next to the water, the houses were a light brown, and Zaros smiled. Today was going to be a small break, finally.

He walked up the hill, gliding towards the urban area of Lsmena.

Everything was going fine, until he saw a flash of man with long black hair and two large scars on his face standing next to a building, talking to a brown-haired woman with porcelain like skin.

Could.. could that’ve been Earis?

And.. who was that woman?

WHO was that woman?

He zips his head backward, with a bit of a fumbled expression.

No, it couldn’t have been him, they haven’t seen each other in almost 7 years! Maybe, Zaros was just being delusional and missed Earis a bit too much. It was just a couple striding along the Oceanside. Nothing to see there.

They treaded on. It was only a while until him and his guards get on the Carriage they had transport them to the castle.

After hours spent looking at the scenery, they made it to the officials, and they had a meeting. And even more hours were wasted from there.

Tired, Zaros told his guards to get them a decent inn to stay at, and he’ll explore more of the city. The guards obligee, and off he went. For some reason, he felt a nervousness in his heart.

For the most part, he DID just wanna explore and see the flowers, but he was tugged by the nervousness of chance, what if that was Earis?

Shaking his head, he decided to entertain himself by seeing the gardens that the city had to offer.

Walking down yet another hill, the lights were beautiful, highlighting the cool breeze that went along with it, colored in hues of red, yellow, and pink. Some of the residents bowing down to him, realizing who he was, or offering him a drink. He was too tired to care.

Although, his eyes drifted to a couple holding hands, the same man with long black hair, all let down, with that woman again. A rush of alertness rushed into him.

There was a decision that ruler Zaros had to make.

Reveal himself to his old friend, or have him notice Zaros?

His feelings skyrocketed, and he tapped the man on the shoulder.

“I apologize for the hinderance, but you look like someone I knew..”

Before he could finish, the old friend turned to Zaro’s direction. It was him. His scars, pretty lips, dark eyes, and beautiful skin. His hair was down, flowing with the Lsmena air. The woman next to him gave Zaros a puzzled expression.

Earis started to speak, “…Ruler Zaros of Serulla?” With wide eyes and a puzzled expression.

Zaros felt a weight on his heart, he took off his crown to be one to one with his old friend.

“Earis! It has definitely been the wait worthwhile since I’ve last saw you.”

The other man smiled, that didn’t use to happen before.

“Zaros, it is definitely humbling after seeing you, the years do go by, I admit.” Earis calmly said.

Zaros felt lighter, “Alas, what have you been dabbling in? A new place, rich villages?”

For some reason, he forgot all the reasons why the man standing infront of him brought him so much pain, which is the reason being they didn’t banter like they used to.

Earis responded. “None of the sort.” He chuckled. “Here, allow me to introduce you, Ruler of Serulla, my wife. Apollonia!”

Zaros heart dropped.

He felt a unruly feeling in his soul, seeing Earis with someone else. It’s instinct, at this point. He must’ve gotten with her because of her looks.

Apollonia was a woman of great beauty, her gorgeous wavy brown hair with big eyes. Freckles spiked on her face, smooth skin and happy demeanor. What people known her for though, was her personality, her personality was accepting—loving, and always wanted to help someone out. Married to Earis for 4 years now. She used to live in Serulla in her childhood, and she knew Earis on a deep level before moving to her home kingdom.

Zaros thought, as their introductions and conversation grew on, Earis is a coward. That man told him that one day, he’ll come back and they could rule together, that he found himself within Zaros and “there just couldn’t be another,” it was a lie. All of it. Blasphemy.

Being Ruler usually swayed what he says, which is happening right now, but he let a simple sentence slip while staring at Earis.

“Was all of it a lie, my friend..?!”

They all went silent. Zaros realized what he said, and realized the people watching him, his heart started to pound and world felt like it wasn’t any different than it was 7 seven years ago.

It felt automatic, like all the years of sleepless weeks finally caught up to his feelings.

“You run off to this.. island.. and find a lady like HER? You left me alone. Alone to rule! You know that everyone knows that you humiliated yourself by not winning the games, but I have you mercy.. just for one time.. and I am left alone standing. Looking at this!” The blond adult.. adult child, spat. He felt pensive, aggravated, and envious in the worst ways.

Earis stopped. Gripped his wife’s hand harder, and said, very quietly. Very calmly. Like a ballerina on a the stage, or.. akin to the lowest key of the piano.

“Don’t ever talk about my wife. Ever again. She is the love of my life, the woman I’ve known since I could play piano, the woman that helped me through everything, my whole life…

“She’s better than you could’ve ever been. Goodbye, my eminence.”

Apollonia looked at him with worry and they lock arms, looking at him with such a love and affection that it caused Earis to smile. Earis sighed, looked at her and they walked off. His wedding ring blinged in the lights of the city.

It was tense. Awkward.

Dreamy, and the taste of selfishness in the air.

Zaros felt, for the first time, that maybe his Earis was right. Maybe, all he does is ruin things for himself. For everyone. That train of events that just unfolded before that street was selfish and unproper. All because his little heart was broken by the boy he doesn’t know anymore.

It’s almost like, he’s become the thing he swore he would never become.

Thanks for reading! Idk if many ppl will read it because Earis is usually gender-neutral, and he’s male in this story, but whatever y’all wanna imagine hehe

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Finally a full drawing I hate how pixelated it is but meh

So I’m not the only one that gets moon/night vibes from the Earis right

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"...All etched onto an alluring face, that aspect of you only enhanced in my opinion."