🩵 and 🍑 please!
thank you lovely!!
💙 - Esha/Lace soulmates AU
Behind her, someone clears their throat. "How's your dance card looking, baby bird?"
Esha freezes. The drawl is as familiar to her as breathing (or it was, once). When she turns around, so is the smirk on Reva's face. The half-mask, too, is known to her - the wolf's head carved in bronze. The metal shimmers in different colours under the magelight of the ballroom than it had under the waters pressing down on the Ossuary, but she'd know it anywhere. The last scrap of plausible deniability shrivels in her hands.
It was her. Kaffas.
🍑 - Esha/Lace smut (or alternatively, The Meditation Couch Incident)
Esha takes a deep breath, goes to reach out for her - and the magic holding the couch aloft abruptly dissipates. It crashes down in a crescendo of crunching noises, punctuated by both their yelps. Esha's head is spinning, and now it's not just the lyrium. When she looks over the side, she sees the sad splintered remnants of the couch legs underneath them.
Whoops.