#enemy and lover

[doctormaki12]

The way they meeting was supposed to go.

[doctormaki12]

They hate eacher, right?right?👀

[doctormaki12]

one of the way to end a argument🤭

[justanartsysideblog]

Olwyn has one name. It lies along both of her arms, the upper part of the first letter settling against her pulse.

It is a name she knows very well.

Mythal.

The mother of the People. The Merciful and Just one.

A tyrant, Melarue tells her. A tyrant who would kill her the moment she learned of Olwyn’s existence.

Olwyn, who was made from so many broken things. Crafted from shards and shapes and scraps of magic; created in the likeness of a sculpture their son made once, long ago. She is not supposed to be. Spirits are not allowed bodies if they have not been granted them.

But Melarue has given her one because she has promised to help them. It is her duty, she thinks, to help the People in any way she can. It is the reason she had agreed to become more than she was.

The name appears the moment she takes a body, Determination becoming Olwyn, the name she has chosen for herself from whispered memories in foreign tongues deep in the Dreaming.

The odd feeling of somehow being more and also less than she was before is startling. She fumbles, legs giving out, heavy and clumsy and nothing like she’d imagined.

Melarue is there, a hand on her back, rubbing smooth and steady circles, as they stare at the lines creeping along her skin, etching out Olwyn’s fate.

She had expected it on one. The whole reason she has this body is so she can aid Melarue and the People in defeating her.

It should only be on one wrist.

It should only be on one wrist.

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Oops, I jumped on the Wrist AU train! Have some former Determination spirit Olwyn, a spirit that took a body illegally to help Melarue’s rebellion against the Evanuris. In this AU she wears Sylaise’ vallaslin.