The Wind and the Darkness

Inbox: empty NOTE: WIP SO PLEASE IGNORE THE LACK OF ART The daughter and son of Eckhart and Ehaylin. [An Ask/RP blog for two OCs in the Maplestory Fandom] Evelyn (Wind Archer)

[maple-alliance]

ask-the-darkest-wind​:

He cocked a brow at her preparedness. It wasn’t a bad thing, but he was still getting used to being fully awake and needing to answer her.

He gave the stranger a slightly crooked smile and mouthed a thank you as he took the bottle from her. He’d have to repay her later somehow, once he could think properly through the pain.

The relief reminded him of a memory. But he couldn’t say if it was fond or something else. He just drank until it felt like his throat was finally something more than a desert. Damned if he ignored his physical predicaments.

It still scratched, and it still rasped, but it felt so much better now. “Thank you, miss…?”

Seeing how lips moved already made the elven lady smile gently, while the male’s voice was raspy still, the thank you made her nod with a gentle smile, before responding.

“You’re welcome, sir. It was the least I could do considering your injuries I. couldn’t leave a person alone in such a state.“ She said with a slight nod to him.  “My name’s Mercedes.“ She looked at the place she found him on, before looking back at him. How he was in this situation she wasn’t unsure of, but she would like to know if it’s an issue that can be avoided so she could inform the one who oversees the town’s issues.

“Speaking of which…How did you end up in that state to begin with?“

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

"Right. Thank you, Miss Mercedes." He gave her a curt nod before leaning back against the bench.

Tapping the lip of the bottle against his own never really did anything to jolt the memory, but it seemed better than just staring at the ground. Which...he was doing now anyway.

But even awake, things were wisps and fleeting. He thought he had some idea, but it was no longer there, no matter how many times the crease between his brows twitched.

He leaned forward, elbow to knee, with his fingers in tense points against his forehead. But...nothing. There was only throbbing and pain at every wall he hit.

He turned his head to look up at her. He shook his head. "I wish I could say. I don't even know what time it is."

[maple-alliance]

ask-the-darkest-wind​:

He said nothing. It…felt like even the clink of the bottles might shatter him. But more than that, it felt like breathing was both a blessing and in short supply. He just woke up (he assumed) and already, he was exhausted by everything he was feeling.

How nice it would be to simply sleep it off…But even if he wanted to, he knew it wasn’t wise. She was trying to help, after all. And…it did have a familiar scent to it.

He took slow sips. It burned his throat as much as it soothed it–how long, exactly, had he been out?–but he did feel a little less weak.

He tried to sit up slowly and face his rescuer. He wanted to thank her, but all that came out was a weak little croak and a dry cough. So, in the end, all he could do was press a hand to his chest and incline his head.

Seeing the other stand up did put her somewhat at ease, she was glad. He still needed some medical attention just be certain, but seeing him stand up made her smile lightly at the other…That was until the other started to cough. What’s happening to the other? Did he inhale something bad? Or maybe his throat’s dry? She didn’t know what the other had, but she had a guess that it was that – a dry throat. Mercedes quickly looked in her bag again, pulling out a bottle of water. Seems like she really is prepared for a lot of things.

“…Would you like some cold water to help with that throat?” She asked as she offer him said bottle.

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

He cocked a brow at her preparedness. It wasn't a bad thing, but he was still getting used to being fully awake and needing to answer her.

He gave the stranger a slightly crooked smile and mouthed a thank you as he took the bottle from her. He'd have to repay her later somehow, once he could think properly through the pain.

The relief reminded him of a memory. But he couldn't say if it was fond or something else. He just drank until it felt like his throat was finally something more than a desert. Damned if he ignored his physical predicaments.

It still scratched, and it still rasped, but it felt so much better now. "Thank you, miss...?"

[maple-alliance]

ask-the-darkest-wind​:

That voice was the exact point where he started to realize he existed. He was cognizant enough in the darkness to look behind him but there was no time or any sense of self before now. Just fragments of little things that felt frustratingly familiar. Just for a second before they disappeared.

Like the hand twitching at his belt. He knew his fingers were dexterous enough to do…something, but the moment his thumb didn’t hook onto that next step, that something was a mystery to him. And just like that, he fell through into reality his body was really in.

The pain through the back of his skull was splitting itself into his brain, with its dull nail and hammer and slow rhythm. All he could do was sharply inhale with his jaw so tightly wound, you might only catch the sliver of his teeth.

He could only shake his head. And even then, only with the slightest of shifts.

“…“

The shake of his head, however light that was, was enough for her to change her expression immediately as she felt like the other needed to be healed quickly before even considering bringing him to a doctor…Are there even doctors nearby? She didn’t bother looking around for a doctor first.

“…This is bad– give me a moment–“

Instead, she started to look around the bag she carries around on her journey. She always brings around potions with her in case she ever gets wounded. Looking through her bag she found quiet a bit of potions and while she could just toss the most effective one at the other, she felt like she needed to be careful with using those for those are likely the most expensive. So instead of the best, she chose that the elixir, a potion that recovers 50% of one’s health and mana, to be the best choice.

So upon having the elixir in her hand, she pulled off the cap of the potion.

“Until we can find you a doctor, I need you to drink the elixir. This should at least get the fatal injuries healed up.“ With that, she’s hovering her hand with the potion to the other’s lip, ready for the other to drink the potion.  

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

He said nothing. It...felt like even the clink of the bottles might shatter him. But more than that, it felt like breathing was both a blessing and in short supply. He just woke up (he assumed) and already, he was exhausted by everything he was feeling.

How nice it would be to simply sleep it off...But even if he wanted to, he knew it wasn't wise. She was trying to help, after all. And...it did have a familiar scent to it.

He took slow sips. It burned his throat as much as it soothed it--how long, exactly, had he been out?--but he did feel a little less weak.

He tried to sit up slowly and face his rescuer. He wanted to thank her, but all that came out was a weak little croak and a dry cough. So, in the end, all he could do was press a hand to his chest and incline his head.

[maple-alliance]

@ask-the-darkest-wind​​

Mapleworld - Ellinia, 12:00 AM

Ever since she woke up from her slumber, Mercedes traveled across the world to regain some of her powers and while she was getting homesick from time to time, she can’t help but visit the neighboring town Ellinia. She had given Evan some more funding to study at the academy for wizards. After all, Evan is a rather young person compared to Mercedes, plus she loves taking good care of the boy, almost like he was her own son.

So after checking in on him in Ellinia, she walked around the town a bit more, until she noticed someone lying on the ground unconscious.

Mercedes, as a queen who is always one to care about anyone’s wellbeing, whether they’re from her kingdom or not, whether she’s in her kingdom or not, decided it’d be best to bring them to the nearest bench, waiting for the other to wake up. Once she could start seeing the other waking up, Mercedes spoke up softly to the stranger.

“Hey…Are you alright?“ The elven queen asked to the stranger.

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

That voice was the exact point where he started to realize he existed. He was cognizant enough in the darkness to look behind him but there was no time or any sense of self before now. Just fragments of little things that felt frustratingly familiar. Just for a second before they disappeared.

Like the hand twitching at his belt. He knew his fingers were dexterous enough to do...something, but the moment his thumb didn't hook onto that next step, that something was a mystery to him. And just like that, he fell through into reality his body was really in.

The pain through the back of his skull was splitting itself into his brain, with its dull nail and hammer and slow rhythm. All he could do was sharply inhale with his jaw so tightly wound, you might only catch the sliver of his teeth.

He could only shake his head. And even then, only with the slightest of shifts.

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Just in case

I will be reblogging this on all my blogs with my contact info in case one of my blogs ends up going down (I can only think of the RP blogs tbh being why)

If you want to keep in contact with me in case something goes down, let me know!

All my not safe work will probably go on one of these:

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You are still going to be here after the change. If your characters and relationships you’ve made on this shit storm of a site, is too important to abandon.

[roleplaymmemes]

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you...

Who asks the other on dates: Who is the bigger cuddler: Who initiates holding hands more often: Who remembers anniversaries: Who is more possessive: Who gets more jealous: Who is more protective: Who is more likely to cheat: Who initiates sexy times the most: Who dislikes PDA the most: Who kills the spider: Who asks the the other to marry them: Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Who would bring up possibly having kids: Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Who tries to make up first after arguments: Who tells the other they love them more often:

[krimxonrage]

Send in some asks and I’ll answer. (I’m bad with music subjects though)

[speedyssketchbook]

Hope you don’t mind me getting in on this. :p

[nericurlsnsfw]

Ye

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

send me a heart to learn something about my muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse's ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

Have some really heckin weird art of Āven feeding his joltik, Jolie.

please give this boy a joltik he will cherish it and have a little holder for it and make it sandwiches and let it snuggle in his jacket collar when it's cold

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

Original question: what do you think of the other cygnus knights?

//As promised for Anon! *this took longer than expected, my apologies. Evie is in blue, Ven is in black.* I didn’t receive a reply on whether you wanted older designs or as is.//

Aaven- “You’re asking for a tall order there, friend.”

Evelyn- “Hopefully we delivered!”

*Chances are, the siblings wouldn’t have seen them in person like this, since it’s been about 20 or so years.*

@ask-fem-neinheart As an added bonus. Lookie, you’re the centerpiece!

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send 🗣to hear how my muse would describe yours.

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

what do you think of the other cygnus knights?

//Anon, do you want me to draw them in new designs? *Mun sweats profusely because I could but I could also just draw them as is*//

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

We're alive again

//That said, today's answers will all be drawn traditionally. Please send in your queries! I'm eager to get back into it//

[sunshine-memes]

My muse is having a nightmare. Send 💤 for their reaction to your muse waking them up.

[memeroundups]

sunshine-memes

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

//I had this in my drafts for so long omg. Anon forgive me //

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=Closed Rp= What Remains (ygdraxil)

[ask-the-darkest-wind]

ygdraxil

Wellll… She could understand what he was saying…

“Hmph, very well, I do suppose I can forgive you for that… Now, may I know what you’re doing here? Not many adventurers hang around at the branches considering how the demons and various monsters here are rather dangerous.”

He was glad to have at least a part of her true nature revealed to him. His mouth tugged slightly at the corners before he continued on.

“We were sent to clean up any loose ends. In short, clear out the rest of the demon army before they can do any more harm.“