#aurenia

[xillionart]

A scroll-style illustration completed for LoTM 4th Epoch Fanwork Challenge in 2020 Ghost Festival.

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I figured it’s about time I properly introduced these two since they’re likely to take over my whole page....

Aurelio Palladino

Age: Early/mid-30s Height: 6ft 4in Pronouns: He/Him Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Zephania Okorie

Age: 26 Height: 5ft 8in Pronouns: They/Them Occupation: Healer

(Note: I do not claim ownership over any of the images/quotes/etc used in either of these moodboards, only the characters they are meant to represent: Aurelio and Zephania.)

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Another snippet of a something I wrote last summer, but never finished.... more Aurelio and Zeph fluff.

. . .

"Y-You're not leaving yet, are you?" They asked as they both stood up, hands still intertwined.

"Now that depends," Aurelio smiled, stepping forward, closing the space between them. "Are you asking me to stay?"

“If I was,” they bit their lip, long, gorgeous dark lashes dipped to meet rosy freckled cheeks, “what would you say?”

“I wouldn’t say a damn thing.” With a chuckle and surprising fluidity of motion, Aurelio pressed a warm, sangria-flavored kiss to their lips-- a kiss that conveyed so much more than words ever could.

He must have noticed that they startled, because it was quick-- too quick for Zephania to fully immerse themself in the sheer thrill of it. And so intoxicating-- they needed more. They sought out his lips and found them, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, relentless in their pursuit of him. He returned their kiss with unparalleled ardor, slow sure hands caressing their dewy skin, bridging the gap, answering their prayer.

. . .

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Wounded

Zephania lets out a quick, sharp breath. “That looks…. very not good,” they say as they sit on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle hand over their patient’s bare and battered chest. “What were you up to this time?”

Aurelio chuckles weakly, “Oh, ya know-- same ol’ thing.” He means to say he was doing his job-- keeping the peace, protecting the people. Being a hero….

They trail soft fingertips over the worst of his wounds-- three monstrous scratches that reach from his left collar to his sternum.  “Somehow this doesn’t feel the same--” their voice is quiet, contemplative…. even so, he hears the quiver in it.

He is reminded of the first time he laid eyes on them-- the situation very much the same. Wounded and in search of a healer, he found Zephania, who welcomed him into their home and tended to his wounds. Their voice didn’t quiver, their hands didn’t shake-- the two were strangers and that made it easier. Now as friends-- as lovers, it couldn’t be more difficult.

“Zeph--” he says, taking the hand that rests on his chest. “Zeph, look at me.” Sad sangria eyes meet Aurelio's honey brown. “I love you, and I would never do anythin’ to hurt you--"

“Aurelio--” Zephania squeezes his hand. They know what he’s going to say-- but whether they want to hear it….

"You know I'd choose you over the open range in a heartbeat but--" he hesitates, the words weighing heavily on his heart and mind-- "Darlin', it ain't up to me. At the end of the day my job is to keep you safe and happy and….I fear I've failed."

A single, traitorous tear rolls down their freckled cheek. "Honey, don't say that-- you're the happiest I've ever been."

Aurelio shakes his head, cupping their cheek, brushing away that tear. "Your eyes-- they tell me everything."

“What do you see?” 

"Worry, lonesomeness, fear--" he punctuates with gloomy chuckle-- "I'm not the man you need me to be...."

They want to tell him he's wrong-- completely delusional. He can’t be sure of what he’s saying, not after taking a wound like that. They want to tell him he’s all they ever wanted and more….but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it? Aurelio’s right….he's always right-- dammit, why did that have to be so? Always seeking truth and righteousness….but what of love and happiness?

 "What are you saying?" Zephania’s words come surprisingly calm despite the tears in their eyes and crippling pain in their chest. 

He sighs, the mattress shifting as he sits up. He tenderly kisses their forehead, his eyes so loving, so earnest as he says, "Don’t you worry anymore. Come morning, everything will be ok.”

. . .

If they had it their way, the morning would never come....but alas, when comes the morning, so goes Aurelio. “This isn’t goodbye,” he says as they embrace in the tender light of dawn. “When my job is done, I’ll come runnin’ back to you. That’s a promise.”

“I love you,” they whisper.

“And I, you.” Reluctantly, the two part, Aurelio swinging deftly into the saddle with a sigh. “Til we meet again, Zephania--” He tips his hat, and urges his horse onward with a click of his tongue. Until we meet again....

[lewildjahua]

Aurenia; List of fixes.

Things to be fixed:

{

-Food System

-Potting System

-Burying System

-Herblore System

-Player Owned NPCS (Baby Dragons, etc.)

-NPC Drop system(Tormented Demons, General Graador, etc.)

-Implement 676 Items

-Animations and Graphics FX for 676 Items

-Fix God Wars

}

That's all folks!