What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Evangeline:
“When we are apart...hmm. I do like my alone time-that’s certainly true. Usually when the others are off gallivanting about, I find myself reading. Much more lately, to be honest. I like the quiet, so I generally find myself spending time in the stacks in the Crystarium. I’ve been brushing up on the history of the First lately-there is so much lore and civilisation there, and so much of it has been devastated or wiped out by the onset of the light. So much left forgotten…” Evangeline stares up into a corner of the ceiling, one of her legs bouncing up and down absentmindedly. “If I don’t remember it, then who will? Who will know these kingdoms lost to time? Will they simply fade to dust? And so I read. Maybe they will live on with me.” She sits, still staring for a moment, as if held in a stupor. Some time passes, and she seems to tear herself away from the point in space she is fixated on, righting herself and looking back to you.
“I also enjoy blacksmithing. A pastime for me, and a career for many others. It was, in fact, the type of work my mother performer for many years, and indeed what led her to meet my stepmother in the Royal City of Rabanastre all those years ago.” She looks tired now, the weight of the memory laying quietly across her shoulders. “I find it relaxing. The rhythm of it all. The clanging of the metal and the roaring of the furnace. It makes me feel as if I am part of the earth...and it makes me feel like I am close to my mother. Wherever I am. Not alone. Never alone.” She relaxes, the weight seeming to lift slightly, and she shifts her weight in the chair, opening her stance. “I do miss her. I’ll need to visit her and Natalia the next time I’m in the Beds.” She smiles softly.
“One of the other things I used to do was practice my cello...but I haven’t really found a good space for it these days. I used to play at home every once in a while, but Solenna told me her ears are particularly sensitive to baritone music. Urianger needs his quiet, of course, which I completely understand. Y’shtola said that she has the same sensitivity that Solenna does, which makes me wonder if it is a condition that is common among Miqo'te. I hope to start practicing again, if I can ever find somewhere to play…”
Solenna:
“In my spare time? Like...spare spare time or spare time?” The Miqo'te girl twitches her ears quizzically, twirling a lock of her shoulder length brown hair around her index finger. “Ahhh like me time stuff! Sure! Yeah! Sooo...I really like decorating and redecorating our house. A while back me and Eva managed to scrape together enough to buy a house just for us. And now Andy lives there too. And one of my faaaavorite things is to make our house look awesome!” She throws her arms into the air joyfully, a charming smile blooming on her face. “I love buying stuff...like...cabinets and chest of drawers and shelving and plants and just about anything you can use to make a place pretty! Then I shanghai Thancred or Urianger or someone and get them to help me lug it across town and install it. Where do you think Urianger got all that muscle from?” She giggles, waving her hand. “I know, I know, I could just move it with VerAero...but where’s the fun in that? Alphinaud will grow up big and strong if I can keep him carting window panes up and down the stairs like I have for the past few days.” She demonstrates by rolling back the sleeve of her white blouse and flexing, revealing an arm toned by years of practice with a rapier.
I also loveee to cook! Well, bake really. Cooking is fine and all, and I do that for dinner and stuff, but baking is way more fun! So sometimes when it’s just me around the house I’ll make myself some rolanberry tarts...or a pie…” She gazes off into the distance, licking her lips. “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”
“Oh! Yes. So I also like to train. It takes a lot of discipline and balance to do what I do.” She tosses a crystalline object up in the air and it catches in midair well before it would start falling back towards her outstretched hand. “I train like you would on a mountain under a waterfall, but without the mountain or the waterfall. It’s all in my head.” She smirks, and the object begins to glow, colourful lights emitting from the edges, binding together in the centre to form one dominant colour: red.
Andreas:
“You mean like when Eva and Sol aren’t around? Well...I tend to keep myself busy. I talk to people... sometimes I sleep with them, sometimes I fight with them. Sometimes I do chores for them, or get drunk with them. It’s a big world out there, and sometimes I just kind of...go. Experience it. The past few months I’ve been spending some time with Estinien, but he’s been a bit broody even for me lately, so I’m off on my own a lot more. And sure, I miss the girls, but it’s nice to let loose every once in a while.” The massive Au Ra man winks, and chuckles to himself. From his tunic he pulls an ornately carved pipe, made of a dark wood you can only assume originated in Yanxia somewhere. He lights the pipe with an effortless snap of his gauntleted fingers. He looks to you and laughs, wiggling his fingers in your direction. “You like it? I put flint in the thumb to see if it would work one time...and it did!” He takes a long drag on the pipe, and releases a thick ring of dark smoke from between pursed lips.
“Duelling is also a passion of mine. There is nothing quite like a good fight, and the easiest way to find one is to look for other people who fight professionally. I take all comers, large or small. The Dotharl do not discriminate.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and crossing his legs. He looks to you, his golden eyes glowing; and for a moment he very very much looks like the draconic beings from which his bloodline stems. He places a hand on his dark scaled chin, smirking. “What about you, stranger? Will you give me the gift of a worthy opponent?”
“It’s three in the morning.” and “We could get arrested for this.” :D
This will come in two pieces, because the first one became such an extended story!
‘It’s Three A.M.!’
Warnings: This is definitely NSFW! Just something to keep in mind :)
Evangeline rolled over in bed, just barely disturbed by the rapping at her front door. It grew louder, causing her to groan and rub her eyes, fighting the sleep that threatened to consume her once more. She opened her eyes slightly at the sound of a familiar voice calling at the front door of her and Solenna’s comfortable cottage in the Lavender Beds. She gazed groggily around the room, taking in her surroundings, colours muted by the darkness that permeated her room and licked at the windowsill, pushed back by the soft light of the moon that danced in place before her. Their room was the same as it had always been, a four poster bed, heavy dressers on each wall, and her cello perched by the doorway. Roughly half of the floor was covered in clothing tossed about lackadaisically by Solenna, which she had promised to clean up this afternoon. As thoughts of Solenna pierced through the veil of Evangeline’s grogginess, she began to come to her senses. She looked to her right, where the Mi’qote girl usually slept, but her side of the bed lay empty.
“Wha…?” Evangeline halfway exclaimed, sitting up in bed. Where was she? Hadn’t they just bedded down together? Evangeline looked around. No sign of her…perhaps the loo? And then the realisation came to her, snapping her across the face like the branch of a sapling. Solenna was overnighting for the Doma restoration effort. Tonight, in fact, was her first night away. Evangeline flopped back onto her bed, grabbing the pillow from Solenna’s side. She pressed it into her face and groaned. Eva hated sleeping alone. Ever since she had started sleeping with a partner, her mind had been so much more at ease. Before meeting Solenna she had struggled to sleep peacefully, the stress of the primals, the Garleans, and all manner of other evils hanging over her head nightly. Tonight was no exception-without Solenna by her side she had tossed and turned for hours before finally reaching a state of blessed unconsciousness. Which made the knocking at the door that much more infuriating.
“Eeeeeeevvvvaaaaaa,” a distant cry echoed through her house, just loud enough to keep her from drifting off again. Evangeline rolled out of bed. She was going to kick Andy’s ass.
Andreas Adliger stood at the door, knocking incessantly. He figured Evangeline would get there eventually, but only if he didn’t give up.
“Eeevvaaaa,” he shouted for the third time, a bit more halfheartedly than the last two. It would be awfully nice of her to let him in, since it was raining a bit out here, pitter-pattering on his shining blue armor. He couldn’t really afford to let it rust, so he hoped she’d get the door soon. Today had been a whirlwind, and Andy had found himself crossing blades with more than one vagabond fancying themselves a samurai. They were disappointed to find that a spear has much greater reach than a samurai sword. More than that, he had spent some time with his people in the Azim Steppe. It had been some time since he had left for Ishgard to learn the ways of the dragoon, so he found himself with more than one person to catch up with.
He raised his hand to the solid oak door to knock again when it flew open with a SLAM, contacting with the wall on the inside of the house almost instantly. Andy winced. Solenna would be furious…this house was her baby. In front of him, though, was exactly the viera he had come to see. Evangeline stood 6 fulms, 2 ilms tall, garbed in a lace tank top and short silk pyjama shorts, her face flushed bright red as she stared up at Andy’s habitually grinning countenance. She took a deep breath.
“ANDREAS ADELIGER, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS? ITS THREE AM! DON’T YOU HAVE ANYWHERE ELSE TO ‘CRASH FOR THE NIGHT?’ SOLENNA ISN’T EVEN HERE!!” She stood there, her face still red, staring daggers at him as she caught her breath.
“You done?” Andy said, placing his hand on the doorframe.
Evangeline sighed dejectedly. “Yes, I suppose I am. Why did you have to wake me, though? You know I can’t sleep when Solenna’s away.” Evangeline paused. “Or did you come here for her? She’s overnighting in Doma for the restoration.”
Evangeline stepped back from the door, her fury abated. She looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped as she moved aside and ushered Andy in.
“Difficult as it may be for you to believe, I knew Solenna was in Doma. She’s been talking about the restoration pretty much nonstop lately, so I had assumed she might spend a bit more time there coming up.”
Evangeline looked over at him quizzically, flopping down on the couch.
“My timing may be off, but I came here to see you, Eva. I thought you could use some company. And I’m my own first choice as far as company is concerned so I assumed that I would at least be your second.”
Evangeline chuckled, bemused. “I suppose when you really get down to it, I’m happy to see you, Andy. I’m still pissed at you for waking me up. Don’t think that’s going away anytime soon.”
Andy laughed his raspy laugh, attempting to wave away her words. “I would expect nothing less from you.” Andy leaned in closer to her. “But what’s this though? The great Evangeline Cross brought low without the presence of her lady love? You seem pretty down. Seriously.”
Evangeline huffed at him, her face brightening immediately with a blush as she turned her head to the side, unable to look him in the eyes. “Oh please, brought low? I’m as much myself as I’ve ever been. I won’t say I don’t miss Solenna, but I am perfectly capable of being by myself.” She sat up straight, almost puffing herself up as if she were a peacock.
“Perfectly capable, eh?” Andy said, inspecting his fingernails. “I came to the door at odd hours, which is far from unusual, and you exploded at me. Usually you stagger downstairs, careful not to wake our girl, let me in, and sneak back up without a whisper.”
Evangeline’s blush brightened, it’s color now almost matching her hair.
“And on top of that, you haven’t even admonished me for checking you out when I came in. Which I’m still doing, by the way.” His eyes were now undoubtedly focused on her long legs, his gaze wandering up her body towards her still furiously blushing face.
“You-I…I…how…dare…” She said, turning to face him, her mouth agape.
“You seem lost for words, princess. I’ll give you a second.” Andy placed a hand under his chin and stared at her expectantly.
“You are unbeLIEVABLE!” Evangeline managed to gasp.
Andy threw back his head and laughed, his eyes bright and delighted. “That’s what they all say! They usually say it after things have gotten a little more intimate, though.” He leaned back, clearly satisfied with himself.
Finally, a weak spot! A crack in the armor that was Evangeline Cross’s icy exterior. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried this before. He had assumed she didn’t have any interest in men, that he would be brushed off without a second thought. But this was different from how he had seen her before. She was…cute. Extremely cute, in her innocence. He really must’ve caught her off guard. And he had to see more.
So he did the first thing that came to his mind, and started taking off his armor.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Evangeline stammered, averting her eyes and crossing her arms, her closed stance only really serving to accentuate her already noticeable curves.
“You can’t expect me to sleep in my armor, can you? It’s late, like you said. Maybe we should both get to bed.”
“Oh…” Eva said, trying and failing to hide the tone of disappointment in her voice. She looked back to him. “Of course. We certainly should, plenty to do tomorrow as usual. The work of the warriors of light is never done.” She smiled ruefully.
Andy now stood in front of her, his armor placed unusually neatly behind the sectional they had both been sitting on. Once coated head to toe in shining blue armor adorned with draconic spikes, his garb now consisted of a cotton undershirt and hempen kecks that fell just below his knee. Evangeline couldn’t help but notice his frame, broad even for an Au Ra, his stature honestly unparalleled amongst any man she had met. His undershirt was…rather tight. It revealed more than she had expected. But she was still quite surprised when he took it off. She thought her head would burst as the blood rushed back to her face. No one had ever dared…no one had ever been this forward with her.
It was Andy though…it could easily be him being forward or him teasing her. He loved to push her buttons, and she had inadvertently led him to her greatest weakness. Sure, she had experience in-in bed with Solenna, but flirting wasn’t really something they had done. Solenna was such an emotional being, and more than teasing or flirting, it had always been about their emotional connection. Not about bodies, heat,, the raw passion that existed between two beings twisted together in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Evangeline shook her head, attempting to banish the thought. Twelve, where had that come from?
Evangeline looked away. “Come on, Andy…don’t tease me about this. We’re both with Solenna, but it doesn’t mean you have to pretend to be interested in me, too.” Andy looked at her, visibly confused.
“How is this the one thing you’re not overflowing with confidence about?”
“What…?” She said, turning her eyes to him quizzically.
“I don’t have to pretend to be interested in you. I just am. I never pursued it because I thought you were full-on gay for Solenna!”.
Evangeline paused for a second, and started giggling. She covered her mouth with her hand, but something about the way he said it tickled her. “Ahh…sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I guess I never did put up a huge sign that says ‘I’m bisexual,’ have I?”
“So hang on one second. Are you telling me you would’ve gone for it?”
“For what?”
“If I flirted with you. How dense can you get?”
“I mean, yes. Ass. Solenna and I agreed on an extra partner or partners as long as we both approve of them. And she obviously appro-”
Before she could even finish her sentence, he had swept her into his arms and kissed her. And she kissed him back, leaning into it-no thought, just passion.
Standing together, his arms wrapped around her, she felt…safe. She hadn’t expected to feel this way, not tonight, not like this. She melted into him, relaxing, placing her own hands along the small of his bare back, caressing the thick corded muscle that led up to his shoulder blades. Her hands ran over countless scars, the mark of a Dotharl clan Au Ra, a warrior, always immersed in battle. His body was so warm, radiating heat that washed over her, consuming her such that she barely noticed when he grasped her thighs in powerful hands and lifted her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, clinging to him as he turned deftly and roughly pushed her against the wall, eliciting a gasp of surprised pleasure from Evangeline. He nipped at her lower lip, breaking the kiss to move his mouth to her neck. He kissed and licked his way down the length of her neck, and ran his tongue the length of her collarbone as he pulled up her shirt, exposing her breasts with a delighted chuckle. Still holding her up with one hand curled around her rear, he slid his other hand across her back and into the curve of her waist, dragging his fingernails lightly across her skin. He put his mouth to her now exposed nipple, licking and biting at it lightly, causing Evangeline to let out a moan of pleasure. Heat now filled her body, overwhelming her, making every inch of her sensitive to Andy’s ravenous advances. He brought his mouth to hers again, kissing her, his tongue eagerly exploring, twisting together with hers.
He pulled her from the wall, drawing her into the warmth of his chest and spinning her around to set her down on the couch they had both been sitting at earlier. Evangeline was initially a bit disappointed by this-being picked up and tossed around was something she hadn’t really experienced before, and she quite enjoyed it. Her disappointment vanished, however, as he took off her shorts in a single sweeping motion, kneeling to the ground to bring his mouth to the pulsing heat at her center. He touched his tongue to her clit, licking and kissing it, making her shudder and twist her body, wanting for more. He held her in place, his arms wrapped around her legs, and pulled her legs further apart, searching for a better angle. His tongue was everywhere at once, on her clit, her thighs, the soft crease between her leg and her waist. She let out a louder moan, though, when he brought his two fingers to her center, inserting them slowly and softly. Her hands searched about frantically, desperately looking for something to grab onto, some kind of purchase for her to use to contain herself. One found his arm, and gripped it tightly, so tightly that she could feel her fingernails digging into it. She didn’t care. Neither did he. The other found the back of his head, and immediately twined into his dark hair, pulling him closer to her, demanding more. His hands moved to her rear, greedily tonguing her clit, panting with desire. She spasmed, whimpering, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, and managed to spit out through gritted teeth,
“Put it…put…put it in…”
Andy grinned. She couldn’t see his face but she knew he had to be grinning. He gave her a fleeting lick, and pulled his face back.
“I’m sorry, princess, but I couldn’t hear you. What was that?”
“You…asshole…” He continued with his fingers, caressing her, teasing her.
“If you want me to do something, you’ll have to beg for it.” Andy’s smile widened.
“GOD I HATE YOU JUST PUT YOUR DICK IN ME ALREADY!” She screamed, the words falling from her mouth in a jumble. Andy smirked, standing.
“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get out of you,” he said, standing to remove his kecks. She was certainly impressed by what lay underneath them-it was above average in size, but not painfully big. And definitely, absolutely, ready for her. She held her breath as he leaned down towards her, gently spreading her legs, and sliding himself gently into her.
“Ohhhhh….myyy….” escaped from her lips, the thundering of her heart playing in her ears like a drum, the pure sensation of his cock inside her flaring through her body, the want, the need unbearable.
“This positioning is a bit awkward for me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the couch again, still inside her, eliciting an ‘oh!’ from Evangeline. Before she realized it again her back was to the wall, his hips to hers, and her legs were wrapped around his back. It was Andy’s turn to let out a breathy moan, obviously enjoying the new position. He moved, slowly at first, reaching a steady rhythm, the heat between her legs growing white hot surrounding him. Gasping with pleasure, she writhed against him, feeling herself growing closer to climax.
“Faster,” she was able to squeak out. He was happy to oblige, kissing her neck as their hips met again and again, a fervor taking the two of them over. She was so close…and then he did something. She didn’t know what it was, how he did it, or what happened, but it pushed her over the top. She spasmed against him, her release overtaking her body as her legs shook and her body convulsed in ecstasy, the heat radiating from within her. He held her steady, but barely slowed his pace. He was breathing harder now, gasping and groaning as she clutched at any part of his body she could touch.
“I’m not done with you, yet…” He whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath tickling her as she quivered, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he continued to move inside her. It was wonderful. Agonizing. Delicious. The feeling was her whole world right now. The pulse of him inside her. The rasp of her fingers against his scales. After what seemed like an eternity, moments dragged out into eons of the two of them panting, pressed against each other, locked into an embrace of passionate lust. She felt his knees go weak as he climaxed, warmth spreading within her as he released, somehow still supporting her, his cock still inside her. It would be a few moments before either of them could move. But they finally, shakily extracted themselves, eventually collapsing into a sweaty tangle of limbs on the couch.
Evangeline laid her head on Andy’s chest, her long fuzzy ears tickling his nose, twitching in the afterglow. She felt as if she could barely move, her legs weak, her whole body still tingling from the pleasure of her orgasm. She kissed his chest, and looked up at him.
“I suppose…all is forgiven,” she said. Andy threw back his head, laughing.
“I’m so glad you approve, princess! Glad to find myself in your good graces for once.” he said, mockingly. Evangeline sighed.
“Your mouth really has a way of ruining what your body accomplishes…you know that?” she said, yawning.
Andy looked down at her, thoughtful. He had been about to return fire with another quip, but she was already fast asleep, tucked in beside him, her legs twined around his. He supposed he would give her a pass. Just this once. He settled in, protectively drawing her peacefully sleeping form close to his, and closed his eyes.
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This was quite the undertaking! I’ve never written smut before and it was a lot of fun. Huge thanks to my two best friends, @antihypnophobia and @eremiss, creators of the characters Andreas Adeliger and Solenna Redashi respectively for beta reading this for me!
🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?
Evangeline usually comes across as a bit chilly before she gets to know people. Trust doesn’t come particularly easily to her, although lately she has been opening up quite a bit more and making friends a bit more easily. As a result of this, it took her time to warm up to the scions, Andy, and even Solenna. Evolving her relationships to the point at which she was comfortable with physical touch was a big step for her, so she took time as well to fully develop her sense of nonverbal affection.
For Evangeline, the answer to this is different from person to person usually, but the most consistent display of nonverbal affection she shows is a kiss on top of the head. When she’s leaving, or passing by, if she is close enough with someone she will give them a quick kiss on top of their head if it’s feasible, which it often is if the recipient is sitting or on the shorter end (Alphinaud, Alisaie, Ryne). Despite her generally standoffish attitude she becomes very affectionate with her close friends, family, and lovers. For examples more specific instances of nonverbal affection, she will often sit on Andy’s lap if it’s available, primarily because her ears get in his face and tickle his nose. She will also shamelessly touch his arms if they are uncovered. For Solenna, it’s hugs and cuddles and general physical contact. She will lay her head in Solenna’s lap when she is reading, at times, if it is just the two of them. Once she started getting closer to Y’shtola, she found that a quick pinch to her side could get her an unexpected giggle and a blush pretty easily. Evangeline generally doesn’t worry much about displaying her affection publicly towards her friends or partners, so this particular action has earned her a scolding more than once.
The heat of battle nearly overwhelmed her. The resistance had been discovered...but they just needed to hold out for a little while longer. Just long enough for the women and children to escape.
Evangeline reached out with a hand covered in a gauntlet of black steel, easily bypassing the guard of the Garlean soldier. Her hand gripped to his fully masked face, clinging to it as if it was magnetically attracted. Darkness swelled from her palm, enhancing her strength once more as she closed her hand, crushing the man's helmet and face in one swift motion. She tossed his corpse to the side and scanned the battlefield, moving her now bloody gauntlet to the hilt of her sword. She drew it forth-a massive sword of black steel with edges lined with glowing yellow runes.
The others seemed to be holding out well enough-Solenna was only a few yalms to her left, flitting across the lake that lay in the center of Rhalger's Reach, firing off flashes of elemental spells in all directions. Her feet barely touched the water, the air beneath her carrying her gracefully towards another group of Garlean soldiers. Evangeline couldn't help but smile at the sight. Solenna was unparalelled in her talent for red magic. She made every fight look like a dance, weaving the delicate balance between darkness and light into her movements, her magic, and the swift piercing death her rapier brought.
Evangeline casually cleaved another Garlean soldier nearly in half, sending his body tumbling into the dirt at her feet. His blood decorated her armor now. She moved to look for the others, but a yelp caught her attention. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of Solenna as she flipped backwards, soaring through the air away from...Zenos Yae Galvus.
"Solenna!!" Eva cried out, making to run in her direction. Her path, however, was blocked. There were more Garlean soldiers here than she had expected-more than just a scouting party. This had been fully premeditated. A wall of dark garlean armor hemmed her in, soldiers approaching from all sides, carefully holding their blades towards her poised to strike at once...and they did. But each and every blade stopped short. A wall of shadows rose to meet them, surrounding Evangeline, encasing her in darkness, runes of red and black spiraling across the bubble that protected her from the Garleans.
"Get out...OF MY WAY." She screamed, the darkness around her roiling with her fury. The soldiers stumbled back, directly into the blades of darkness that punched up through their armor from the black pool swirling underneath Evangeline's feet. The platoon collapsed around her, impaled by seething darkness, their empty eyes staring up at the sky. The sky over Ala Mhigo. The sky they tried to take from Ala Mhigans. Evangeline immediately broke into a run, moving towards Solenna as she danced with Zenos.
Solenna dodged effortlessly around Zenos's wildly slashing blades, the winds carrying her well clear of his reach. Electricity lit up upon her fingertips, and she threw her armo forward, emitting a bright red bolt of crackling power that struck Zenos directly in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards, spasming. He righted himself, only to find his armor exploding out from his chest, fire consuming the entire front of his body and blackening his skin in the blaze. With that, Solenna was upon him. A blur of motion that Evangeline could barely make out at the distance she was from the two of them. Her rapier pierced his arm, his side, gouts of blood spouting from his open wounds.
And that's when he started laughing.
Evangeline could hear it even from yalms away, a haunting, horrible laugh that chilled her, spurred her forward.
Solenna pressed the attack, blasting him backwards once again with a gust of air.
Evangeline was almost upon them now-she was so close, just a few more yalms and she would bring her wrath to bear upon Zenos. She noticed something though...out of the corner of her eye. A flash, a glimmer on Zenos’ body. Something so subtle Solenna had missed it in her eagerness to end the threat to Ala Mhigo.
Evangeline stopped, shadows pooling towards her, and outstretched her hand. A thin thread of darkness emitted from her fingers, hurtling towards the battle, until it wrapped around Solenna, a barrier of deep darkness that thrummed and hummed and stopped Zenos’s hidden sword as he pulled it from his side, slashing towards Solenna’s stomach.
Zenos struggled, attempting to break the barrier, but couldn’t seem to find the strength. He drew back his sword, bashing and slashing at the barrier, a petulant child in his rage. His laughter turned to screams of fury, echoing through the reach, almost overpowering the roar of battle. Evangeline drew back her hand, stepping forward to join her ally...but she felt a hand on her shoulder. A whisper in her ear.
“Time to get some sleep, Evangeline.”
No...Evangeline looked down. A blade protruded from her stomach. It had pierced cleanly through her armor, utterly destroying it and sending blood spattering across her torso and the ground in front of her. She knew that sword....that voice…
“Fordola...you bitch…” She could feel herself getting weaker. The lifeblood seeping from her body onto the ground. She fell to her knees as the traitor pulled her sword from Evangeline.
“I will end the resistance. Now. And I will start with your girlfriend. You just sit back...and watch.”
Tears began to flow, mixing with the blood pouring from her mouth. “Stop…” she said weakly, as Fordola approached the dark barrier.
Or she would have, if a pair of heavily armored feet hadn’t collided directly with her skull. A pair of feet followed by a full 7 fulms and 2 ilms of Au Ra fury that drove Fordola directly into the ground.
Andreas Adeliger leapt backwards, executing yet another perfect backflip and landing cleanly a handful of fulms from Fordola, who was now clearly unconscious. He stepped forward to finish her, his spear raised in the air.
“Solenna…” Evangeline was able to utter, her vision fading.
Andy turned to her. “What?”
“HELP SOLENNA!” She yelled, reeling.
He turned, his eyes set on Zenos as he continued to batter away at the shield. “I’ll be right back.” He growled. “And don’t you dare die on me.” He seemed to yell something else, but she couldn’t be sure what. She couldn’t really hear anymore. For that matter, she couldn’t really see anymore either. Evangeline’s vision faded to black and she felt her body slump to the ground. Maybe it really was time for some sleep.
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This was so much fun to write! Hope everyone enjoyed :) The characters in question are mine (Evangeline) @eremiss (Solenna) and @antihypnophobia (Andreas).
♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately?
Evangeline adores sleeping in the same bed as Solenna. She has only admitted to it once, being that she struggles to fully express her emotions, but she feels fulfilled having the nightly companionship of the one she loves. Solenna has taken full advantage of that situation and teases Eva frequently about it, but will always pull her into bed after she’s given Eva an earful. Andy, is a bit more of a fair weather companion, and will occasionally end up in their bed, which is large enough for all three of them, but often sleeps in a Mhachan coffin that Evangeline bought him as a joke. He loved it.
