#faesandfaunas

[silverdeer]

I see - for Xerxes

"Might as well be a brother from another Arceus. You're one of the few people who get the fairy problems I have. We can share most things with each other."

"Eeeeespecially the world's cutest little spark!"

[obliviscii]

@faesandfaunas​:

"Santa has no idea what he's talking about frankly." - Xerneas ;v; 

“I hope that is the case... I had just thought my years of self-reflection and atonement may have been enough. Perhaps some of my recent slip-ups prevented a favorable outcome.”

[silverdeer]

@faesandfaunas Xerxes: "Sylvia? Sylvia! What happened?!"

Hurt/comfort prompts

Sylvia felt absolutely humiliated. Here she was, openly sobbing because her legs gave out again. She couldn't walk it off now and try the antidotes she had at home. And worst of all, she was found.

Weakly, she looked up. Oh goodness, it was Xerxes. The only good thing to happen today. "Ib-" when she opened her mouth, she felt new, fresh tears spilling. Both pain and humiliation were overwhelming her. It was worse now that her nose was running too.

"I tribbed on G'faiai nebt." Sylvia swiped at her eyes with the cuffs of both of her sleeves. How was she supposed to expect it was Grafaiai territory in the city? Most of the time, paint meant smeargle. What was one of those doing out here? "Poison hurbs." Another sob escaped from Sylvia. Of all people, Xerxes would know just how much worse poison is to them.

[obliviscii]

@faesandfaunas​ - Merry Christmas Xerneas!

There was a brief moment where the pair were able to slip out of the hustle and bustle of Grace’s home so they could have some quiet. They stood out in the snowy backyard, the chill of the air already making Yveltal’s cheeks and nose rosy.

As per usual whenever he gave his husband a present, he was mildly nervous. This gift especially was very personal, and it was something he had been waiting for for months now. He’d hand Xerneas a small box, placing his hands in his pockets to keep them warm.

Inside the box was a pendant Yveltal had made by hand, using one of his own plumes and an eternal flower. The flowery and slightly spiced scent of the flower waft into the vicinity of the pair, not overpowering but enough to be noticed should someone be near enough.

Despite not having a stem attached and only being the top part of the flower, it seemed extremely vibrant and full of life, even more so in Xerneas’ hands now. Yveltal had spent many hours in the realm between worlds searching for the brightest flower he could possibly find, and the red and black were, indeed, very striking. The black coloration on the petals itself almost appeared to be dark blue in color in the right light, and the red stood out well against the dark colors. Such a flower would never die, and had little need for water beyond a misting every month or so.

The death god would lean forward and press a gentle kiss to Xerneas’ lips, a hand lifting from his coat pocket to rest on the life god’s face.

“Joyeux Noël, ma moitié.”

[silverdeer]

"Met two other Xerneas, they're my brother and his adorable little girl. We're all equally the best." ✨

[silverdeer]

@faesandfaunas

The descent into the darkness was lonely for the most part. Not expecting anyone to be waiting was heavy. But going deeper into the void lifted it. No one was waiting. No one was impatient for her to show up and smile. The elation grew like a budding rose on the human-xerneas' unseen face.

But something felt warm. It stood out in the chill that Sylvia had acclimated to. Someone was there like her. Someone like her.

"What are you doing here?"

[obliviscii]

from @faesandfaunas - Xerneas wanders up behind Yveltal to hug him in hopefully surprise-- though if that was to fail he wasn't worried about it. "Hello my beloved Lord Yveltal, my Oblivion King and King-Consort, the ever so handsome God of Death." He snickers softly.

"Let me see, I could've sworn you had another didn't you?" He hums for a moment before it dawns on him. "Ah-- King of Night! My you may outrank me yet with so much honor to your name."

Before Xerneas’ arms even wrap around Yveltal from behind, he knows his husband is there - how could he not, after all, when the two’s very souls and beings were so intertwined? Even still, the sudden affection brings a smile on his face, leaning back slightly into Xerneas’ embrace.

As quick as his smile was, though, Yveltal soon felt his ears growing hot with Xerneas’ teasing. All of his titles, some of which were new and others were old, still making him feel flustered as they leave Xerneas’ lips.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Yveltal protests, gently, turning to face his husband, “is this payback for the ‘I love you deerly’ pun?” Of course, they were the only ones that could tease one another like this. Anyone else who pushed their luck like this would be met with a much different reaction.

Hearing King of Night, though... what a throwback that was. It felt nostalgic, a title his Murkrow and other dark-types used to refer him by until they opted for the quicker ‘Lord Yveltal’ or ‘Lord Death’. And now, with ‘Oblivion King’ catching on, King of Night was a remnant of the past that only few remembered... but of course Xerneas would, and he’s not sure why hearing it again stirs such feelings in his heart.

There’s a laugh that leaves him, becoming much more commonplace nowadays. “Oh stop,” he rests a hand on his love’s face, gently brushing his thumb across his cheek, “you are my equal. No matter how many fancy titles I have, that will never change.”

[gardenofgods]

❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜ - from Magearna @faesandfaunas to Elys ❤️

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

Elys always liked making snow angels in the fresh snow. The blankets of snow that were draped over the forest surrounding the Spring was always largely untouched and undisturbed. She hadn’t expected Magearna to join her after Elys had left her art studio to go make one really quick, taking a break from their little Minecraft server they had made during Magearna’s stay.

By the time Magearna flopped down into the snow next to her, Elys’ snow angel was pretty much done for the most part. Clumps of snow clung to her hair and clothes as she sat up, careful not to ruin her creation.

She looks over as her friend finishes her own snow angel, soon smiling to herself upon hearing that even their snow angels were ‘friends’. “That’s cute, I love it. They’re best friends.” Elys gets up out of the fluffy snow fully, shaking flakes that clung to her clothes.

“They won’t melt away any time soon, luckily, but they’re going to get covered up by more snow...” Which made her feel sad, in a strange way. “I think every time it snows this winter, we should come back to this spot. That way we can keep making them together even if they get filled in a little bit. Next winter, too.”