Hi! And thank you for the prompt. I am in a fluff mood and I wanna write something for my mesmer nb wonder Airondile (in the left) and the Sweetest Ravenant Ever, Violet. They are a bit odd, but adorable and the fluffiest thing since cotton candy (also they are pink, aw yeah)
Edit: oh look, a short fic! :D
Violet is not mine but she has her own tag here!
It was a long time ago, the last time Airon could feel like this. The last time they could feel the sea and all its currents, the dampened current of dragon magic was everywhere, clustered in a claustrophobic crisis of existing without the force that created it. Siren’s Landing felt like ages ago. Another life, another continent, another world.
The endless shimmer of love Tahiel and Galahad shared while dancing in the beach was not there. The calm energy of Commander Steinbrecher was an oxymoron in Orr. The joy emanating from Commander Sirhasi and her human companions, the Family of Four-and-One, was forced while in the ruins. Even the unending light of Gialinn and Giralein was like a firefly, instead of the beacon in the horizon near the bungalow in the end of the bay.
There was, however, something that had not changed. Or better said, someone. Airon knew that if their lightless eyes, black as the endless depths, could be burned once more by the curse of dragon magic, it would not matter. No matter what happened, there would always be a light in the darkness, warm and soft and corageous as the sun at dawn. Violet, the Moon Strider. Dearheart, loved and beloved, she whom loved them deeply.
A shy smile graced their features as Airon moved closer to her, feeling the sweetness of her laughter as a balm for bad memories. Her scent could soothe even the most frayed of nerves, and as every time before that, Airon promised to keep its memory forever ingrained in their mind.
“A silver for your thoughts~“ said Violet, her smile making Airon feel butterflies in their whole being “Did you see something special, Airon?“
“Yes. I have. And I have always been seeing something special“
Violet gasped softly, her eyer opening in surprise “Oh, what is it? Did you see the pattern of magic around the sun? The way the funny magic of others works? Or did you see Mallyx being a meanie with us again?“
“No, is something more beautiful, more interesting and really far more kind than any of that, Vee“ The way in which she went lost in thought was adorable, and they could not help but hug her, taking the chance to whisper in her ear.
“It was you, Vee. It has always been you, even in the worst times, you have always been the star in my eyes, the reason why I have never been truly lost~“
Violet blushed, she got flustered, and finally,she laughed, and her gorgeous laughter was anything but shy.
So yesterday I was feeling terrible, but is not just the “I feel depressed“ terrible but “My empathy is running fucking wild and everything is UNAVOIDABLE emotional noise and i am reeling and about to break“ terrible.
So yeah, that is why all my sylvari are Dreamers, because they allow me to project this weird state of existence in which you are not-only-you and you feel not-only-what-you-feel, but you are you-who-is-connected-to-all-else and you feel all-feels-and-their-sources-and-inner-outcomes and its... well. Weird.
I think that is what makes Dreamers so darn fascinating. They are not a heroic hivemind, but extremely connected people with an eerie awareness of who they all are as a group of people. They are blessed with knowledge but gloriously burdened with this relentless sense of purpose, and I understand why some sylvari would like to sever themselves from that, and why others would rebel opengly against it, but me? I love it. Quite a lot.
Why I say this? Because I wanted to share, and also because this is totally one of the Main Themes of all the stories of my plant characters, and I can’t have enough of it.
