#evanuris au

[q-the-silence]

Now im officially done with the outfit lol

[sea-side-scribbles]

Mythal and her spirit of wisdom

[corvuskiss]

a little drabble for my ocs mydhan and aru, from the evanuris au that's been rattling around in my brain. this is mainly for you @exalted-dawn-drabbles - consider this my unofficial contribution to dadwc <3

prompt: i want to be more than this devil inside me

Aru is waiting for him when he comes back, of course. Wings fall away and smoking cuts transform into bleeding wounds as he lands, and his knees buckle shamefully. He's able to catch himself in time, though, stand straight as they come to the entrance of the cave.

"Are you alright?" they ask softly.

Mydhan nods, shrugs. "Scratches."

They look at him for a moment longer and their eyes soften. "Come inside. I have potions."

"They can heal on their own," he grouses, yet follows them anyway. He's learned from experience that trying to keep Aru from taking care of those around them is a lost cause.

"Where did he have you go tonight?" they ask later. Mydhan's wounds are bandaged and his belly is full. He can feel the skin knitting itself back together slowly, both painful and irritating, and the question is a fair distraction.

"Far." Once he had thought that ruling all of Arlathan would be enough, and yet every day Elgar'nan asked for—demanded—more.

Mydhan doesn't know what has happened to him. Or perhaps he has been too blind to see it, too drawn by loyalty for the one who had rescued him from the gutter and turned him into a warrior.

He's not a warrior anymore. He's just a killer. Great black wings and fire in the night. Everyone shrinks away from him now.

Except Aru. They were always too kind for their own good.

"One day," he says, half to himself. "One day I—"

"Don't!" They glance around warily.

"Whatever they call themselves, Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain are not powerful enough yet to listen to our conversations, da'ea."

"You think it a good time to make jokes?"

Mydhan's lips curve briefly. "Always." The smile falls away too soon. "But believe me when I say this. I will not live like this forever."

"You plan to rebel? Like Fen'harel?"

Mydhan barks a laugh. "I'll be no one's lapdog again, least of all his. I want Elgar'nan's head, and then I want freedom. To find out what that is, at least."

Aru rests a hand on his arm. He wonders if their magic is what makes the touch more bearable than any others.

"You want to be more than Ghilan'nain's pet. And I want to be more than this devil inside of me. One way or another, it will happen." He smiled, the future blood-red and tinged in gold. "Someday, I will make us both free. Depend on it."

[sea-side-scribbles]

The evanuris gathering around a campfire. It's an older picture, their character designs not quite finished, but I still kinda like it.

From left to right: Elgar'nan, Mythal with Wisdom, Falon'Din, Andruil, Sylaise, June

[corvuskiss]

your oc as a forgotten god

if your oc was a forgotten god, which sacrificial offering would awaken them?

(quiz)

a jawbone kissed with honey

"i left it on your altar, still warm. the sweetness dripped down my wrist. i wanted you to bite first." your return is quiet. sticky. slow. they called you back with something soft—too soft. a gesture of tenderness wrapped in rot. you were once a god of hunger and memory, and they remembered both. the jawbone came from a creature they could not name. the honey? from their own mouth. you taste the devotion laced in decay, and you do not forgive. you never asked to be loved like this.

no pressure tags @inquisimer @exalted-dawn @effelants @plisuu

[corvuskiss]

your oc as a forgotten god

if your oc was a forgotten god, which sacrificial offering would awaken them?

(quiz)

a knife used too often

"i sharpened it every night. not because you asked, but because i couldn’t stop." some gods are worshipped with hymns. you were worshipped with wounds. they offered and offered until the blade dulled with memory. the metal still sings, though - not with music, but with history. your return is sharp. familiar. brutal. you were never cruel. just necessary.

gently tagging @rosella-writes @queenaeducan