Asra and Eira

The collaborative ship blog of @wanderingmagician613 (Asra) and @pineappleowlcat (Eira)

[otp-promptly]

Imagine your otp has a little change jar in their home entitled “wedding funds” (or “vacation funds”, “nursery funds”, etc. according to their goals) that’s in a pretty visible place. Everyone who comes to their house comments on how cute it is.

[eisraship]

💖💗💕💝💗💖💕💓💝💗💕💖💓💕💝💗💖

💓💝💗💓💕💝💖 💕💝💗 💖💕 💝💗💖💕  ~Eira

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Ilya: Finally, a bro’s night out!

Asra: I promised Eira I wouldn’t do anything stupid tonight.

Ilya: Why would you lie to your wife like that?

( @wanderingmagician613 @eiraonfroi @eisraship)

[eisraship]

Eira: You two are still on the doorstep. Good gosh. You’ve already done something stupid if you’re gonna talk about that on the doorstep.

[asralovesme]

MC: i can fit my whole world in my hands

Asra: haha so can i

Asra: *cups MC’s face in his hands*

MC: *cups Asra’s face in their hands*

Asra & MC: *sighs contently* …

[asralovesme]

MC: i can fit my whole world in my hands

Asra: haha so can i

Asra: *cups MC’s face in his hands*

MC: *cups Asra’s face in their hands*

Asra & MC: *sighs contently* …

[anime--irl]

Anime_irl

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

(@eiraonfroi @wanderingmagician613) Ilya’s reaction when Emrys says he wants to be a pirate magician xDDD

[eisraship]

Awww but Ilya, it’s so cute! xD

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Ilya: Why is Asra crying?

Eira: He’s drunk.

Ilya: Okay, but why is he crying?

Eira: He found out I’m married.

Ilya: For the love of–he’s literally your husband.

( @eiraonfroi @wanderingmagician613)

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Eira: Trick or treat!

Asra: It’s not Halloween anymore. And this is our house.

Eira: ……….are you giving me candy or not?

( @eiraonfroi @eisraship)

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Asra: Eira? What’s wrong, love? Why are you crying?

Eira, sniffling: Oh, it’s nothing. Just these onions…

Asra, to the onions: What the fuck did you say to her?!

( @eiraonfroi @eisraship @wanderingmagician613) 

[eisraship]

OMG this is perfect XD

[francesbeanarchive-blog]

Right soul, wrong lifetime

Frances Bean Cobain,2017 (via francesbeanarchive)

[twistedyanderelover]

I will be yours forever.

It’s a promise.

[coffee-and-wolfsbane]

Eira: We’re going out in public. I expect you to be on your best behavior.

Asra, to Julian and Muriel: Yeah, kids, listen to your mother.

Eira: Asra, I was talking to you.

( @wanderingmagician613 @pineappleowlcat @eisraship )

[whumpster-dumpster]

Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

[eisraship]

Chapter Two (E): Wishful Thinking

I didn’t even ask his name!

The young girl, Eira, scolded herself as she walked farther and farther away from the boy she had just met.  If her family’s butler hadn’t been walking beside her she would’ve run back, but the knowledge that word of it would get back to her father kept her from doing so.

Eira came from a decently wealthy family; her father was a baron, after all. However, she had always disagreed with his opinion of the social classes.  Being a friendly person, class differences had never really mattered to her.  She could strike up a conversation with pretty much anyone, and she did so as often as she could.

Unfortunately, as she grew older, her father was becoming more strict about who she could be seen in public with.  She was certain that it wouldn’t be long before he tried to set her up with some rich peacock of a young man, and she always shuddered in disgust at the thought.

She walked into the main ballroom of the Masquerade and looked around with a smile as she took in the sights.  Every year it was absolutely breathtaking!  Colorful lights were everywhere, excitement buzzed throughout the room, and lively music could be heard over the joyous chatter of the guests.  While she didn’t have any positive or negative leaning opinions on Count Lucio, she couldn’t deny that he knew how to throw a party.

Lucky for Eira, her father was already busy speaking with others, so she didn’t have to explain her new mask to him.  She made her way to the snack table first and grabbed a cookie.  She had just taken a bite when-

“Miss Onfroi?”

She whirled around and couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she saw him.

“Oh don’t even, Reggie,” she said and placed an untouched cookie in the young boy’s hand.  “You know how I feel about being called ‘miss.’  It makes me-”

“Feel old.  I remember,” Reggie chuckled and shook his head, “You should start getting used to it, E.  You’re gonna be called that a lot when the suitors start coming in.”

She gave her best friend an unamused look. Sensing that she wasn’t in the mood to talk about the inevitable suitor problem, he quickly changed the subject, pointing to her face.

“Is that a new mask?”

A blush quickly crept up onto her cheeks and she nodded, “Yes...”

“Oh, boy.  I know that look.  Who is he?” he asked as he took a bite of his cookie.

“I don’t... actually... know.”

Reggie coughed. “You don’t know????  What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly that!  I didn’t ask for his name.  I should have, but I just didn’t think of it. I was... distracted,” she admitted.

“By the hair, the eyes, or the smile?” Reggie asked with a raised eyebrow and teasing smile.

“All three at once.”

“Uh oh... Well, is he here now?  Maybe we can find him and get his name and address so you can stalk him for a few months, write a few anonymous love notes, and then it’ll either happen and you won’t have to marry some jerk with money, or it won’t.”

Eira sighed and shook her head.  She loved Reggie but he could be impossible sometimes, even when she knew he was trying to help.  “I’m not going to stalk him!  And I don’t think he’s coming.”

“Then why would he buy you a mask?”

“He didn’t,” she answered. “He gave it to me.  He was selling them and wouldn’t let me pay for it.”

“So he’s not that great of a businessman,” Reggie pointed out and grinned when it got a chuckle out of Eira.  She elbowed him lightly.  “What?  I’m just saying ‘you like it? you can have it free of charge’ is not financially sound at all.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eira said with amused exasperation.

After about an hour of exploring the masquerade together, Reggie ran off on his own to work on what he had called “a surprise,” leaving Eira to sit down with some food while avoiding anyone who might ask her to dance.  But most importantly, avoiding her father, who would undoubtedly introduce her to someone who might ask her to dance.

To lessen her chances of either scenario coming to pass, she got her food and took it out to the garden.  As she walked in the brisk night air, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the boy whose name she longed to know.

Did he mean anything by giving me the mask?  Probably not, she told herself. After all, we only spoke for five minutes at most.  There’s no way he could have an interest in me that quickly.  And yet... 

She looked down at her hand, remembering the brief moment they touched.  "Magical” was the only word that came to her mind when she tried to describe the sensation.

It was magical.  He was magical.

She raised her eyes up towards the stars in the sky and searched for the brightest one she could find.  Once she had found it, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Please,” she softly whispered her wish to the star, “let me meet him again someday.”

[eisraship]

AAAAAAAAAH MY BABIES -Aisha, Aka Noodle

Hi mom!! :D Something wrong?

-Asra

[eisraship]

That asra angst broke my heart but it was so beautifully written. Your words were very much like how I envisioned their return and to actually be able to read it and feel the emotions was so painful yet I loved every moment of it ♡

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it, even if it hurt. Then again, I guess if you enjoyed it despite it hurting, I must have done my job, lol. ♡♡

[eisraship]

Just some Eisra angst I felt like diving into because it’s 5am and I can’t sleep

Asra made his way back to Vesuvia for the first time in quite awhile. Arriving at the shop where he lived with his beloved Eira, he took a deep breath before opening the door with slight hesitation. He was excited to see her again, that was a fact, however they hadn’t been on the best of terms when he had left in the first place...

“Eira? Uh, I’m home,” he called out in the empty shop. After a few moments of silence, he softly sighed. “Eira, I know you’re probably still mad at me, and I don’t blame you, but can we just try to talk it out? Please? There’s something I need to tell you...”

Again, he was met with only silence. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he walked up the stairs to the room they often shared, but he was met with a half-made bed in an empty bedroom. Embarrassment burned at his cheeks as he realized he had been apologizing to an empty shop this entire time.

“Maybe she’s just gone to the market,” he told both himself and his familiar. “We’ll wait here for her.”

An hour passed.

Then two.

It was nearly three hours past when he has begun waiting and he was starting to worry. Actually, he had been worried ever since he had left her behind, but this was different. This didn’t feel right. He knew she had stayed in Vesuvia to help find a cure for the plague, but her work wouldn’t take all day... would it?

Deciding to investigate while he waited for her, he went to the market to speak with the person he knew could tell him where she was - Selasi. The baker greeted him with as broad of a smile someone in the midst of a plague could give.

“Asra! You’ve returned,” he said with both joy and concern. “What brought you back?”

“Well,” Asra hesitated at first and then promptly spilled all the details to Selasi, telling him about his inner turmoil, his missing Eira, everything. He had trusted Selasi with a lot in the past, so why not this? “Speaking of Eira... any idea where she is?” he asked hopefully.

Selasi’s usually cheerful expression saddened. “You haven’t heard? They took Eira to the Lazaret.”

“They what???”Asra’s heart began to pang with worry. He pressed Selasi for more information, silently praying that it wasn’t what it sounded like but unfortunately, that was all the baker could tell him.

With this troubling information stuck in his mind, he dropped Faust off at the shop, then rushed to the docks and set out for the Lazaret. The closer he got to the island, the further his heart sank.

Maybe she’s just positioned at the hospital there, he thought as he tried to calm his fears. I’m probably worrying about nothing.

As soon as his boat hit the shore, he vaulted out of it and began looking for her. The island was bigger than he had expected it to be while standing on it. It wasn’t a small island by any means - it was hard to miss while looking from the docks of Vesuvia in daylight, but the size was still surprising. Perhaps it would take longer to find her than he had originally thought.

The white haired magician searched for about fifteen minutes before remembering the compass that was in his satchel. Ilya had always thought it was broken since it didn’t point North, but in truth, it was magical and could lead you to wherever and whatever your heart desired. His heart had always desired Eira, though, which could confuse directions in some situations.

No sooner had he pulled out the compass than the needle swirled before setting itself on a target - Eira.

He ran in the direction it was leading him, running around trees and through shrubbery that was in his way. He ran and ran until he could feel he was close, then looked around at where the compass had wanted him to stop. Nothing. Nothing at all. No people, no buildings, nothing.

“Eira?” he called out, hoping she was close enough to hear. “EIRA?”

Asra sat down in the sand and tossed the compass onto the ground with a huff. He then fished a small, shiny object out of his pocket; a dainty ring that he had gotten for her during one of his adventures.

“Where are you?” he ran a frustrated hand through his curly, white hair and glanced back at the compass.

His frustration turned to curiosity when the compass needle shifted to point at a specific spot in the sand. To confirm this, he moved the compass around to see if it would maintain this destination, and it did.

He felt as if he had been punched in the gut as he realized what this meant. Eira, the girl he loved, the girl he had longed to wake up next to ever since he had left, the girl he wanted to someday start a family with, was dead.

“No,” he breathed. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Eira. This can’t be true. This can’t be true.”

He began to dig at the spot with his bare hands, frantically, brokenheartedly. As his eyes began to fill with tears, he dug. As those tears began to fall, he dug. Even as his hands began to bleed, he still dug. 

And then he found them.

Eira’s bones.

A choked sob escaped him as he gingerly picked up her skull and looked at it through the blur of tears. He didn’t even have to wonder if it was truly her. The whisper of her magic that radiated from it was proof enough.

He rested his forehead against it and closed his eyes. “Eira, I... I’m so sorry,” was all he managed to say before he began sobbing; his heart thoroughly shattered.

All this time that he had been away, he had thought of her. He had thought of her emerald eyes that sparkled at the mention of adventure, of her contagious laugh, of the taste of her lips that time they had kissed when they were teenagers, of the way she would hum to herself as she cooked. He had thought of everything that made her her. Everything he loved about her. It was what brought him back in the first place.

When he was finally able to pull himself together, or at least to the best of his ability, he gathered what bones of hers he had found and placed them into his satchel.

She wouldn’t want to be buried on this god-forsaken island, he knew. And with a heavy, broken heart, he made his way back to Vesuvia.

Eira? Faust inquired when he entered the shop again.

“She’s... she’s not coming tonight, Faust,” he wearily replied. “It’s just the two of us.”

The once excited snake slithered over an gave him an affectionate squeeze, realizing he needed a hug. When not even a Faust squeeze got a smile out of the magician, she looked around for something that could. That was when she found a note that had been left, the handwriting undoubtedly Eira’s. She knew Eira always made him happy, so she brought it over to Asra and set it in front of him with a happy wag of her tail.

Eira!

Asra cautiously picked up the tear-stained paper, mentally preparing himself for whatever could be in the note. Then, he began to read:

“Asra, Please hate me. I desperately hope you do, as it would be make this easy for you. Assuming you’re going to return one day, I decided to leave this. An explanation, a confession, and a goodbye. First, my explanation. I couldn’t leave with you, not only because I didn’t want to leave the people of Vesuvia, but also because I was beginning to catch the plague myself. I couldn’t let you get it, too, so I tried to get you to leave. It hurt to say the things I did to you, but as long as they got you away from Vesuvia, and away from me, I told myself they were justified. I hope when you read this that the plague is no more, a cure has been found, and our loved ones are safe. Now, my confession. I could never tell you, especially not while I was trying to make you hate me enough to leave, but Asra, I love you. Deeply, truly, desperately. I have for a long time. I just never wanted to risk losing you because of my feelings, so I kept them to myself. I know we’ve kissed before and such, but we were kids, and it was never really brought back up, so I thought you wanted to forget it happened. I’m sorry I love you. I’m sorry for not telling you when I had the chance. I’m sorry for everything I said when we argued. I’m sorry for leaving you. This is why I ask that you hate me. Hating me will make it so much easier on you. Please curse my name. Please regret ever meeting me. Please don’t miss me. Please, Asra. My heart is forever yours, but please throw it away. It’s for your own benefit that you do. Please take care of yourself. I’m not there to, so it’s up to you. I miss you, I love you, and I desperately hope you can’t say the same for me. Forever yours, Eira.”

Tears fell onto the paper as he finished reading and he quickly buried his face in his hands so as not to ruin the writing further. He had messed up royally enough already; he couldn’t mess up her last words to him, too. Before Faust could ask, he rushed up to the bedroom and closed the door. He sank to the floor and he let himself fall apart as thoughts and regrets screamed at him in his mind.

If I had just stayed, I could’ve gotten the plague, too. I could be with her right now. She was just trying to help people and she died alone, probably scared, and hurting. She needed me and I wasn’t here. I left her. And the last thing we ever did was say horrible words we didn’t mean. This is my fault. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry. Eira, please forgive me. I love you, too.

He awoke the next morning still on the bedroom floor, as disheveled as someone who had lost everything all at once. Miserably, he got up onto his feet and made his way downstairs. He picked up the sleeping Faust, pulled on his hat and cloak, and set off towards the palace. He needed to have a few words with a certain plague doctor, if he could even still be called that.