#ellanore

[geareduptom]

Happy holidays~ Here are my three pieces I made for @emolly242 For Secrets Santa over on the IM server!!!~

I tried my best. I made the 2 scenes really fast in under 4 hours and got self conscious if it was good or not so I made a whole sketch page involving some of the prompts Emolly asked for just to at least make sure that they weren't enough y'know QwQ

I wish you all a happy new year too!!!

[talthorn-sylvoran]

Comforting

Day 24 - Rescue

‘Every time I close my eyes, her face is there....'

'I can still hear the whisper of her voice.... '

'I don't understand what it was that I did to have her leave....'

'Why could she not believe me outside of that illusion....'

Months had passed since Ellanore had left him and he still had these roaming thoughts in his pursuits to find someone that no longer wanted to be found. It had left him with an indescribable emptiness and sadness that he still carried with him. 

Part of him expected to wake up wherever that was and he would return to a life that he wanted. 

Where there was no need for illusions to depict a happy life of acceptance and love.

Why did it have to be so difficult to accept what he offered was true?

But what was true....

Wasn't seeing behind the veil supposed to give him what he wanted?

Talthorn didn't know the answer to that as much as he thought. Right when he decided that what she wanted to give to him, was what he was missing inside? She accepted one day, and rejected him the next. It was if her personality had fractured in two and the days she lashed out had him hold on even tighter. There had to be a way they could rescue each other instead of reliving this cycle of pain and abuse. Nothing he could say or do, was powerful enough to stop her self hatred and doubt. It was as if she wanted him to suffer when looking upon her with everything she would make him watch her do to herself.

Looking back, their entire relationship from the very beginning, spanning over those years of time, was always a complete disaster. Their perspectives were never in sync with one another. She felt so deeply for him, and he was so blind to it for he never felt the same. He simply looked at the world and people differently then, not understanding anyone's frivolous needs in the aspect of romance to the point they would lose all sense. 

Compromising one's self, should never happen in his mind. But that was his disconnection, not understanding what that really meant when you find someone you want to share yourself. How it did not have to mean you deny who you are in the process. Only being given half the picture with everything he was discovering now. 

It made him feel there was something deeply wrong with him. He did need to change if he wanted to grow past this point that he found himself in. 

Right now, he didn't know how. 

So he would push forward in attempts to seek her, and to find answers that he felt she would possess. The ghost of what she could offer haunted him horribly. He was shackled to this hope, this hurt. There was comfort in this. 

Talthorn had to keep going. He had to try to rescue them both from their own darkness.

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(( This scene is set back a couple decades, when this happened in Talthorn’s life. It’s a pain point in his life for certain as the only closure he received was from his own resolve. This fracture did expand more of his world for sure! But how he got there, is always so heartbreaking. 

I will always be proud of this character, for continuing to grow no matter how much time has passed. I am happy to watch his life blossom with all of his hard life lessons learned.))

[talthorn-sylvoran]

Shattered Acceptance

Day 4 - Breakthrough / Broken

Another beautiful, perfect day.

Looking over the exquisite home he shared, the arcanist takes a moment to appreciate this blissful feeling of pure happiness. Draped in the finest silks and furniture, it simply emanated of such refinement. Shelves of books upon books on all arrays of life and culture.

For a few quiet seconds, the man has questioning thoughts caress at his mind, Talthorn begins to flicker his blinking and thinking wondering about this uncertainty. Raising his hand to the adorned choker on his neck he wants to do something to clear away this fog in his head. 

"Talthorn? Are you alright my love?" An enchanting voice from behind him asks sweetly. 

Slowly the runeweaver turns to meet his lady's eyes and can feel the ease of attempting to come back. "For just for a moment I felt as if I could not remember something...." he admits to her gently. 

"Mm, I see." she glides up to him and takes his hand affectionately. "You've been suffering from those lapses again? I'll just have to help you. As I always do." she is already circling gentle methodic circles of spell over his hand. 

"You're wonderful, my jewel." he seems to slip into mild acceptance before he asks warmly. "....but I would hope you might help me recall.....how we came to be here...?"

Ellanore smiles at just as lovely as she always did, and comes to curve some of his silken silver hair over his ear. "Our home? Oh, it's been a while now. After we were married, we decided on this home together. So many days of distraction in our songs and dance." She laughs musically. 

Talthorn stares at her for a time in an unblinking fashion, his half smile still on his face. 

"You must not punish yourself in not remembering every detail, dearest. You know this has been an issue for you for a long time. All that matters is that we are together and we are living our life with one another as we always wanted." her hand sets on the choker with the glimmering gem in the center. 

"Yes..." Talthorn's thoughts become more clear to him again, and the charm of all of this returns. "Yes, of course." he returns to an endearing smile. 

"Good man. Now, are you ready for breakfast? I've made all your favorites again. We can discuss some of those writings we were reading together." she giggles at him and after a tender kiss begins to pull him away with her.

This is how many mornings would begin before melding into hobbies and studies. Music and laughter. Food and pleasures. Talthorn wanted for nothing and basked in love's glow in every step these days. However....

He knew something was not right.

There was no real rhyme or reason for him to question this life, other than for couple of weeks he had been feeling more disconnected. 

There was concern to think maybe he was becoming even more ill than his beloved wife had told him, but it was more than that. As if he could feel her lying to him. His mind was so foggy. He could not remember a time it had not been. He was supposed to be an accomplished arcanist, and yet there seemed to be this veil of restraint in what he knew. That seemed exceptionally odd. He would snap awake at night, with such peculiar thoughts in his head. About such incredible concepts on time and space. On how arcane energies could be channelled and projected. Theories on concepts that floated away in the morning hours or anytime Ellanore would follow him as he raced to the study.

There were always so many unanswered inquiries. Events and circumstances that he felt his lady would know, and yet did not. It was blamed on his condition, but there were too many inconsistencies to ignore. 

Every time he passed by a mirror, he stopped to look at his reflection viewing this shell of a person he was and wondered often if he even existed. There were times without his wife hovering, that he felt very different. Talthorn's eyes trail to the choker around his neck and with his fingers extending inside as it had many times before. This magic he wore felt so heavy. If he was slipping into madness or senility, then it wouldn't matter if he took this off. He would still be where he had always been. Here. In this flawless life. 

He wanted to take it off. 

He had tried to naturally before, with no success. He discovered it was bound with unique magic so he took it upon himself to find ways to remove it. Leaving himself notes in a secret ledger with what he could research and remember about dispelling illusion and spell breaking. It was not that those thoughts were ever robbed of him, but if there was the chance Ellanore was the source? He could not share with her his burning intentions.

After acquiring the last of the reagents he had been slowly collecting for this, he moves into the study to bring all of his efforts into realization tonight. His practiced hands and agile mind woves spell together with a grace that he had missed. The arcanist grasps this creation  and lets it blossom over his palm. His eyes sparkle with appreciation and excitement, thinking he was going to be alone to do this without detection.

He was wrong.

"Talthorn?" her flittering voice of concern seeps into him. 

The arcanist looks to meet his wife's eyes across the room with fondness. His hand continued to bathe in swirling magics. 

"What....are you doing?" she smiles back, trying not to show the alarm in her voice. 

"Solving a puzzle, my jewel." Talthorn studies his wife begin to slowly fracture in composure.

"Solving a....I don't know what you mean. Perhaps you can tell me about it...?" Ellanore's careful step forward. 

"I just need to know." the magi's voice aches horribly. He was so desperate for answers.  He felt he had always sought this way! 

The enchantress' eyes wide as her beloved reaches for the choker and her voice cracks in calling out his name again. "Talthorn! You....don't want to do this. Life will never be the same after. Truth will take away this happiness. Our happiness." her hand out, already trembling ready to try to counter what he might be doing.

Talthorn watches over her with his fingers curled in what felt like a tight collar. "I want truth over false happiness....." is his answer and before she can retaliate in anything...

There is a shattering of the spell and of the woman's soul before him. Her wail of despair echoes through the home and she plunges to the ground after failing her attempt to stop him. 

Talthorn gives the choker a firm yank and his mind is free! All of his memories, all of his fantastical thoughts! He released the collar and felt he could breathe again!

"Why....." she whimpers out to him. "Why couldn't you just let me....make you happy? Why could this not be enough? Why was I not enough?" Ellanore was limp and broken. 

Gradually looking at the slumped woman before him, his memories of the year they had spent together replayed over in his mind. Freshly away from the enchantment, Talthorn still associated this woman with the feelings of adoration. How she cared for him and about him so completely. 

He didn't understand the embodiment of any sort of love before. Only parts of what it made it whole. The entirety was a matured version of friendship that developed into wanting to share what you were with someone else. To be vulnerable, and intimate and genuine with acceptance. It was everything Ellanore wanted to give to him, and no one was able to show him until this. 

This breakthrough of realization that he deserved love in his life. That he was not exempt from something so profound! Talthorn was beyond capable of expressing such emotions but he had never given himself the chance! It wasn't too late to have it in his world along with all of his passions!

Walking away from the dropped choker, he takes smooth steps to her and kneels down. 

When she looks up in disaster she expects hatred and disgust! Instead she is greeted with a tight and tender embrace. "G-get away from me!" Ellanore yells, ready to thrust him off. 

"Let's continue all of this! Without the magic." he tells her with warmth.

"What? You....can't be....." 

"I don't need the magic to love you, Ella."

Bursts of sobs break out as she clings to Talthorn in disheveled bewilderment! Shaking her head in disbelief, she didn't think she could ever believe him.

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(( Disaster is the best way to describe all of this. Within it, there was a incredible breakthrough for Talthorn. Even if continuing this abusive relationship with Ellanore was a mistake, his desire to embrace that embodiment of what he had concluded true love to be was now a tangible aspiration. 

His fateful meeting of Konietzko, continues to change his life and what love means to him! There can always be happiness in truth. ))

[davidhop]

Looking at Chichester Harbour over Elizabeth's garden at the bottom of #Ellanore Lane. Being reminded this is our doorstep. (at Chichester Harbour) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtZWL-0BEVc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11qvj25q3y6xy