#iryn

[47crayons]

solitude's elixir, part two*: "they always leave"

*se is told in three parts, each a different timeline

i did this to iryn why am i crying

transcript & taglists under the cut!

transcript:

“And you believe them?” Iryn retorts. “You’ve known me for years and you’ve known the directors for—”

“For five times as long.” His face is stony, hiding everything he doesn’t want Iryn to see.

Iryn takes a deep breath. “Fair enough. If you want to think,” he trails off, gesturing vaguely in the air, unsure of what to even say.

“I’m saying,” Elias punctuates, “that I don’t know what to think.”

Their heart drops. As much as they wish they wouldn’t, they falter. “You—you don’t know what to think about me? Your partner?” His eyes search for some signal that the old Elias, the playful Elias, the trusting Elias, is still inside there somewhere.

No such signal comes.

“Okay.” Iryn knows better than to plead. He almost laughs at the thought of a centuries-old immortal pleading for someone to stay; they always leave, and he should have known better. So, why does his soul yearn for confirmation? Why would he willingly plead for Elias’s love? “What’s going to happen then?”

/end transcript

general taglist: @opes-magnas

se taglist: @writeblrfantasy @ashen-crest @a-completely-normal-writer @wannabeauthorzofija @writing-is-a-martial-art @sleepy-night-child @opes-magnas @dontcrywrite @cryptid-s-wips @moll-ifluous @kingsinking @enchanted-lightning-aes @finch-goes-write

[lirishell]

A fool who sees Iryn: damn look at that dirty old man Dating a young woman.

Iris, sipping Kool-aid out of a shot glass while shopping for lingerie on her phone: Bold of you to assume that Gwyn's the dirty one

[stellaangelica15]

Raffle prize 1/5 - Couple Headshot

[47crayons]

solitude's elixir, part two*: "foolish desire"

*se is told in three parts, each a different timeline

iryn and elias first interaction iryn and elias first interaction!!! this is not a drill. i wanted to open part two with cuddles, but this sets the scene so very nicely i love it :D

transcript & taglist under the cut

transcript:

The names on the poster are all unfamiliar. Of course they are. Iryn hasn’t been here in almost a century. Still, he looks up at the images of the performers. They’re all dressed in sleek black, smiling with their instruments. One holds his oboe across his chest, and another cradles her violin in her arms.

“Are you lost? The door is that way.”

They turn around. “Right, my apologies.” Flustered, they start to back away but stop, comparing the man in front of him to the oboist on the wall. They nod. “Wonderful performance tonight.”

Iryn leaves, wishing only that they could linger a moment more. For him. It’s a foolish desire, he knows; he’s immortal, and he would outlive any lover.

As soon as he steps outside, the crisp night air whips through his hair, and he crosses his arms over his coat, thinking, always thinking. If he ever stopped, he might as well be dead.

/end transcript

se taglist: @writeblrfantasy @ashen-crest @a-completely-normal-writer @wannabeauthorzofija @writing-is-a-martial-art @sleepy-night-child @opes-magnas

edit: @cryptid-s-wips also asked to be on the taglist like a minute after i posted this :)

[47crayons]

solitude's elixir, part one*: "consequences"

*se is told in three parts, each a different timeline

huge shout out to @solipsism-lemonade who noticed the "with one flaw" when i glossed over it in the wip intro :D this is that flaw !! also wow, look at me writing stuff that ISN'T part two

transcript & taglists under the cut!

transcript:

Iryn sets his ingredients down and makes a show of muttering to himself and taking a deep breath—as if he forgot something. Hoping that Araetos buys it, he walks back into the antechamber, grimacing every time his footsteps make the wooden floor creak.

He reaches the door to Araetos’s office; it’s the only place he hasn’t been in this whole building. He’s careful to not to make any sudden movements but flinches at the sound of the turning doorknob.

When he gets inside, his time is limited. Where would they put the recipe? It’s in their personal quarters, so it probably isn’t somewhere too hidden, but they would have to at least conceal it enough if he were to ask someone to step into his office.

As Iryn shuffles through the papers on their desk, he vows to himself that he won’t keep it—it’s too risky. Frustration builds as he realizes that it might not even be on this desk. He looks up out of the door, afraid that he’ll see Araetos standing at the doorway, heart thumping and breaths shallow.

Then, a familiar corner of the recipe reveals itself, and Iryn pulls it out, amazed.

Thankfully, he doesn’t need to take it with him to inspect for anything Araetos may be hiding. He spots the difference between this copy and his immediately as a result of pouring all his spare time into reading and rereading it.

At the top of the recipe, next to the words “Immortality Elixir” is a hurried note in their slanted scrawl: “May fail upon admission of immortality. Consequences?”

He has to read it several times before the meaning sinks in, not just the words themselves. He’s immortal, but he can’t tell anyone. Or else… who knows what would happen?

/end transcript

general taglist: @writing-is-a-martial-art @opes-magnas

se taglist: @writeblrfantasy @ashen-crest @a-completely-normal-writer @wannabeauthorzofija @writing-is-a-martial-art @sleepy-night-child @opes-magnas @dontcrywrite @cryptid-s-wips @moll-ifluous @kingsinking @enchanted-lightning-aes @finch-goes-write

[47crayons]

last line tag xlvii

thank you for the tag @finch-goes-write !!

number 47 ,,, i should like. celebrate or something. this is the end of part one and also the beginning of part two :D

He tells people about himself, about Araetos even, always sure to keep the timeline vague. He lets them see into his eyes, lets them judge him for all that he is, and still, he can’t help but wonder if he should have allowed anyone any further, allowed anyone into the very depths of his heart where both the monsters thrive and the irises bloom.

Through everything, he never dared to love.

PART TWO

Until Elias.

OPEN TAG also tagging with no pressure @writing-is-a-martial-art @solipsism-lemonade @magic-is-something-we-create @writeblrfantasy

[47crayons]

last line tag xxvi

stealing an open tag from @andiwriteunderthemoon !! mm greedy hands haven't seen a last line tag in what feels like forever ,,,

happy iryn for @writeblrfantasy :D

Iryn claps until his hands are raw, and then some. The contrast between the darkness of the concert hall the blinding white of the stage lights fails to represent the range of sheer elation in a piece so wonderfully performed—by his favorite person, no less.

When the lights finally come back on, he doesn’t wait for others to walk out in front of him; he brought flowers for Elias, flowers that need to be delivered.

leaving another open tag!

[47crayons]

last line tag xxxvi

this one is from @writing-is-a-martial-art !!

i need to stop giving you lines i KNOW i'm going to use in a snippet alskfjsldj have Sad iryn instead <3

For the first time, he wonders if being immortal is worse than he thought, if every loss will hit him like this one has. If he’ll always curl up in whatever space he can find, willing for tears to fall, willing to be enveloped in darkness.

That night, he dreams of clouds and blinding light

OPEN TAG also tagging with no pressure @magic-is-something-we-create @sleepy-night-child @afoolandathief