Angst. Artemisia First Person POV, Canon-Divergence before First Contact (Tagging for spoilers just in case)
My other Artephelia Fics: 1, 2, 3, 4 <here>
I think I'm in love with Ophelia.
I realize this as she lies fast asleep on perhaps the last bed we'll share. Her long red hair rises and falls with her every breath, cascading through her pale skin. The blankets cover her, as if the world shouldn't be seeing the bare skin of a goddess. I tuck a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear so I can better see her face, her lips.
She's beautiful. So very beautiful, capable and charming. Gods help me. I'd wanted to kiss her since I first saw her.
The journey through Cordis, Desmontis and Spadia had been incredibly taxing on my body, but she's there. Ophelia had always been there for me. Even in the moments where Langley had already woken up. She had no reason to spend time with me by the fire but she's always there.
Soon, she wouldn't be.
Today is the day we split apart to cover more ground. Today, She and Langley would be going to Clavaria to delegate with the royals. Today, I'll go alone with an unconscious Alexander to Dechliant's central island to anticipate the rest of the surface world. Soon, I'll have to leave too. I have my own succession to honor, after all. Such is the nature of royalty. We have our own nations to rule and our own responsibilities to our people.
Despite myself, I caress her cheek. My heart aches with an insatiable longing. I'm in love with Ophelia. And there's nothing I can do about it. Even the Sun has places where she cannot reach.
Right, okay, wasn't sure if I should post these, but its pride month and I think I deserve a treat after sipping denial juice for like 15 years.
I actually wanted to flesh out some things that happened in their past, but I had so much fun I ended up with like 12 little snippets that I'm just going to throw on here over the next month.
A little background: these two are side characters from my group's DnD campaign, that I have latched onto like a barnacle to a boat (Kaisa was actually my first PC ever, I brought her back as a gimmick & our dm played along, so that didn’t exactly help with getting less attached).
*DISCLAIMER* - the campaign we play is 100% organic homebrew and we treat the world of DnD like a toddler treats a sandbox - with enough respect not to eat the sand but otherwise it's a free-for-all.
Snippets under the cut!
☼・12/12・☼
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☼・1・☼
“They fucked both of us over, didn’t they?” Kaisa tightened the grip on her sword, while the rough wall dug into her back even through the scale mail.
The woman beside her nodded earnestly.
“You could say that.”
Kaisa shot her another glance. Heart-shaped face, grey-purple skin, red eyes, pointed ears. Drow, half-blood, most likely, with those ridiculous white strands of hair that framed her face. She was panting slightly from the exertion of running for cover. And probably the fight before. And the knife wound in her shoulder. Goddamn wizards. She should have aimed better. At least then they wouldn’t be squeezed together in this tiny alcove, hiding from the villagers. Or what was left of them, anyway.
“Sorry I almost burned your face off”, the wizard said sheepishly.
Kaisa grunted, in part to hide her surprise. An apology was the last thing she’d expected.
“My fault I even gave you the chance.”
“I’ve never had anyone dodge my spells like that. You’re used to fighting casters, aren’t you?”
“I kill them, usually.”
“Oh.” To her credit, she didn’t cringe away. “Like…all of them?”
“Are you dead, little mage?”
She frowned. “Not for a lack of trying on your part.”
“But are you dead?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
“Is it a work-for-hire thing, then? Or is it...recreational?”
“Listen-“
“Ruby.”
“-Ruby, I don’t know why or how you got here, but you’re not what I came here for. So just stay out of my way and we won’t have any…further problems.”
“Fine. Are you sure you don’t need my help with that collapsed entrance, though?”
Damn. She’d forgotten all about that already. A triumphant little smile had appeared on the wizard’s insultingly pretty face and Kaisa felt like cursing again.
“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong enough to lift these boulders on your own, but fighting off a horde of undead at the same time might prove just a little difficult,” Ruby said with a small shrug. She winced and touched a hand to her shoulder. “Ouch.”
“And you think you’ll be of much help like that?”
“Probably not. I forgive you for throwing that dagger at me, by the way,” she said nonchalantly. “But since it looks like neither of us can leave on their own, we can either agree on a truce or we might as well stay here.”
There were few things that seemed less appealing than being stuck in a decrepit funeral temple with a wizard who liked to talk and smelled of peonies.
“Not a chance.” Kaisa fished a healing potion from a satchel at her belt and pressed it into Ruby’s hand. “Drink. Truce it is. Try anything, and I will stab you again.”
Ruby sniffed at the potion, downed it in one swig, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a glint in her eyes, a purple glow lighting up the red of her irises. Shit, Kaisa thought. She looked like an innocent doll all groomed and polished as if she was made to be dressed up in lace and ribbons and put on a shelf behind glass. It made it so easy to forget she’d almost blown Kaisa to smithereens. Made it even easier to forget that that was probably her intention.
“Don’t tempt me,” Ruby said and squeezed past her. “I might just get a taste for it.”
☼・2・☼
“Wait!”
Kaisa stopped and half-turned.
“What?”
A part of her wished Ruby hadn’t saved her life at the centre of the temple. There were few things worse than being indebted to a wizard. She’d want something in return; of course she would. A quick end would have been preferable. Maybe then she’d finally find some peace.
“Come work for me. I could use some help on the ship.”
There it is.
“I don’t work for mages”, Kaisa said crisply. “I’ll do what I owe, but no more. Better get this over with anyway. What do you want?”
Ruby furrowed her brow, confused.
“What?”
“The life-debt. What do you want for it?”
“Life-debt? If I saved yours, you saved mine like a dozen times.”
“I just pushed you out of the way.”
“Exactly. And anyway, I didn’t help you to get something out of it,” she said, indignant.
“Sounds like you do want something, though.”
“Right. Maybe I do. But not because of some debt you may or may not owe.”
Kaisa narrowed her eyes at Ruby. Was this some kind of game she was playing? No. As far as wizards went, Kaisa had to admit that Ruby seemed to be one of the more upstanding ones. But she was still a wizard. Which made admitting that she’d started earning her respect just a little inconvenient.
“I know you’re looking for that sword. I can help you get off world,” Ruby added.
Kaisa knew it was a hook, saw it coming right at her, and felt it dig right into her heart. It didn’t change anything. That was a damn good argument. Even a risk worth taking.
“And what’s in it for you?”
“Someone to watch my back.”
“And your first pick is someone whose job it is to murder people like you for a living?”
“I’m sure that’s not the only type of people you know how to murder”, Ruby said with a wry smile, and Kaisa snorted. “Not that I want you to murder anyone. But I do want to see more of what’s out there, different worlds, different planes. I think I didn’t realise how dangerous it was to go alone, and I don’t want to return home just yet. We made a pretty good team back then. I want someone by my side who won’t flinch when things get rocky.”
“Hm.”
Kaisa put a hand under Ruby’s chin and tipped up her face. She held her gaze without blinking. And what she saw was someone who had nothing to hide. Someone who carried her intentions like an open book before her.
“You have guts, little mage. I like that”, she said softly.
There was colour to Ruby’s cheeks when Kaisa let go of her. She tugged at her hair.
“I’ll pay you, of course,” she said.
“Finding the sword is payment enough.”
“No, I want you to know that I keep my word.” She cast her eyes down. “I know you don’t trust me, and you don’t have to. Not yet, anyway. But maybe we can start with…begrudging acceptance?”
Kaisa shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.
“That… I might just manage.”
☼・3・☼
“Oh, fucking shit.” Kaisa skidded along the railing, the ship tilting precariously, the planks groaning. The mast was about to break, listing heavily to one side, the sails a tangled mess of rope and canvas. She jumped back on deck, vaulted over a crate that had gotten loose, hooked her feet into the guardrail, reached over; and managed to grab Ruby’s hand just as the netting snapped, that had kept her unconscious body from tumbling into the wide abyss of open space. With a shudder, the ship righted herself, and Kaisa hauled Ruby back to safety. Blood was dripping from a wound on her temple, ran over her cheek and dropped on Kaisa’s arm. Goddamn, reckless wizard.
She shook her a little.
“Ruby. Wake up.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Come on, little mage.”
“I told you not to call me that”, she mumbled, and sucked in a hissing breath. “Ow, that hurts.”
“And I told you to stay inside. But no. Someone had to go see these damn beasts for herself, didn’t she.”
“Nebula Eels,” Ruby said with a faint smile. “Very pretty.”
“Very deadly.”
“You needed help.”
“I can handle myself. But if you die, I’ll be stuck stranded in the aether, and that’s one shitty way to go. So please be a dear, and don’t do that.”
Ruby cracked her eyes open. “Aw, you’re worried about me.”
“I worry about both of us not getting killed.”
“Mhm.”
The mast made a cracking sound, which reminded Kaisa that they had a few other problems to address, rather than standing on deck bickering, Ruby in her arms like a bride on her wedding day.
“Can I put you down?”
Ruby sighed.
“Please don’t. I mean do. Yes. Sorry. My head.”
“Sure.”
Gently, she set Ruby on her feet and watched her sway towards the battered mast. Her, worrying about a wizard? Ridiculous. She should have carried her into the cabin, though. That wound looked nasty, not something to be walking around with. Ruby stumbled. And Kaisa only just managed to catch her fall.
☼・4・☼
[very mild spicy 🌶️ ] [🎵]
Clink. Clink. ——Clink.
Ruby crumbled the piece of paper in her hand. The noise wouldn’t stop.
“Can you please not do that while I’m doing my calculations?”
Kaisa didn’t even slow down as she answered, her sword slicing the air in perfect, glittering arcs. “We agreed I do my exercises in the morning. Go inside if it bothers you.”
“I can’t calculate anything if I can’t see the stars. Besides, it is not morning!”
“Maybe you should get glasses and look at the damn clock.” She whirled around, the blade lightly gracing the deck as she pivoted and finally came to a halt.
“Maybe you should stop scratching up my ship,” Ruby said, frustrated, and pointed at the chronometer above the cabin door. “And look at the time.”
“It’s nine.”
“Nine in the evening.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know what it is when it’s always dark out here”, Kaisa said, gesturing at the whirling nebulas above and around the ship.
“I don’t know; you could see me going on deck, lay out my charts and think to yourself ‘hmm Ruby is trying to work so we don’t crash into some moon or asteroids or a sky whale; that must mean it is evening so maybe I should stop being an inconsiderate meathead and put my toy swords away for just an hour or two’.”
“Toy swords?”
Ruby swallowed. Definitely the wrong thing to say to someone holding about 34 inches of blank steel and towering above her by at least a head. But she wasn’t about to back down either. The air had grown thick with tension between them, their fragile truce evolved into something different altogether. It’d been a long stretch between Seucury and their next destination, Ilror, with nothing but each other for company, and both had gotten increasingly irritable and restless. Didn’t help that for some reason, she really, really liked it when Kaisa looked at her like she was about to put a dagger to her throat again. There was a sort of thrill to it, like casting the Walk On Water spell and watching the sharks below your feet. She wouldn’t get hurt, but just the thought of danger made her mouth run dry. At home waited only responsibility, decorum and routine. And Kaisa was none of that.
Ruby breathed in deep as she came closer, the table digging into her back. Her eyes travelled over Kaisa’s arms, the tattoos on them that looked like someone had carved them with a blunt knife. Ruby had to crane her neck to look up at her, the lamplight reflecting in her dark red eyes, making them glow like burning embers. She’d only needed to…
Kaisa reached around her to grab the astrolabe lying on the table.
“If anyone’s playing with toys, it’s you. What even is this thing?”
“A star chart”, Ruby said, although she could barely speak. “Put it back.”
“Huh”, Kaisa said, activating the small illusion inside and squinting at it. “Look at that. We’re off by a few degrees.”
“How would you know?”
“Yes, how would I with all that meat in my head?”
Ruby made a sound between a huff and a growl and reached for the astrolabe. “Let me see.”
Kaisa pulled it out of her reach. “Come and get it.”
She was an archmage of Dakar, a respectable member of the Dakarian university, a noble from a house with a long reputation, and games like these were beneath her. Under any other circumstance.
“You fiend”, Ruby snarled and lunged at Kaisa, who laughed and twisted away, taking Ruby with her. They swayed over the deck, half wrestling, half losing balance, tumbled over a coil of rope, fell, and Ruby found herself pinned beneath Kaisa, the astrolabe rolling from her hand. She could hear her own breath in her ears, felt something unravel in her chest like a spring, a want she’d tried to talk herself into not feeling. What would my mother say? What would my colleagues say? What would the nobles say? What would Kaisa say?
“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby.”
Ruby pulled her face down and kissed her. Hungry, starving. Felt her hands run over her arms, her back, every touch a small lightning strike, every kiss the answer to a question she’d never known she’d had. The only thing left of her was breath and fire, she weaved her hands into Kaisa’s braid as her lips travelled down her neck, one hand beneath her shirt; and the sound she made when Ruby ran her fingers along the membrane of her long ears might have sent Ruby to Elysium right then and there. She’d no idea how long they’d been lying there entangled, might have been a minute, might have been an hour, might have been an eternity. Not long enough by Dakarian standards. Too long, by Ruby’s.
“Cabin,” Ruby gasped. “Now.”
“Why? Is anyone else on this ship?” Kaisa whispered against her ear.
Oh, this was depravity. Absolutely unthinkable. The most wonderful, brilliant thing. Ruby lifted her eyes to watch the stars wheel above them, the endless dark expanse, the blue and purple nebulas, fractals, pattern, beauty she thought she’d gotten used to. But there would be no getting used to this.
☼・5・☼
[ 🎵]
“This one is my favourite”, Ruby said, trailing a finger over Kaisa’s back. She could feel the residue of old magic beneath her fingertips. These weren’t simple tattoos. But what purpose they might have had, she couldn’t tell.
“Hm. What does it look like?”
“You don’t know?”
“Don’t think I ever cared to find out what they did to my back.”
“They?” A few times Ruby had tried to uncover the reason behind Kaisa’s aversion, or rather borderline obsessive hatred, towards wizards. She’d only ever gotten pieces of an answer, had never guessed that the tattoos were a part of it.
Kaisa didn’t reply.
“It looks like a sun,” she said softly. “I think it’s beautiful.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew…”, Kaisa trailed off and turned around. “Have you ever had your will taken from you?”
Ruby shook her head, taken just a little off guard. “Only in training. As an exercise.”
“Well, there was no training in Arathflor. Not for that sort of thing, anyway.”
“Your home?”
“No. That’s where the fighting pits were. Lawless place. They throw you into a cell with a bunch of other poor bastards, tell you they’re on your team, watch you befriend them and then force you to kill them in front of an audience, all the while you fight for control over your own fucking body.”
“Why would anyone do that?”, Ruby asked, unable to keep the horror from her voice.
“Money, power and sadism, mostly.”
She sounded like she was talking about the weather, but Ruby did not for one second believe she actually felt this calm.
“How did you get out?”
“A friend…he damaged the spell’s anchor. Wasn’t more than a little coin. Almost killed me. Kind of wish he had. It was the last fight of the season. Never found out if it was an accident, or if he knew. Never got to ask him.” She stared at her hands, as if there was still blood on them.
“I’m so sorry,” Ruby said and swept a strand of hair from Kaisa’s face. There was no word in any language she knew to take that kind of hurt away. “I’ll never let anyone do that to you ever again. I swear.”
Kaisa pressed a kiss to her palm. “Neither will I,” she whispered, gathering Ruby into her arms. There was something else in her voice when she spoke again; old hurt, hope, an edge like a shattered blade. “Gods help me, I don’t know how, but I trust you. Please don’t break it.”
Ruby fiercely shook her head.
“Never, never, never.”
☼・6・☼
Ruby woke to the last rays of the evening sun shining through the blinds of her room. Returning to Dakaris was always an exercise in re-adapting. This time even more so. She kept her eyes closed and waited for Kaisa to kiss her brow and say ‘good morning, gem’, but when she reached out her arms, the bed beside her was empty. Right. Kaisa was at the barracks. Easier this way, they’d decided. No inconvenient questions. No worries about anyone questioning her status or mental capacities. They might have looked past her being a woman, but not that she was an uncultured barbarian to Dakarian society. No match for an archmage. No match for a family already in a precarious situation. They couldn’t see what Ruby saw. Kaisa was no scholar, but her knowledge of the arcane and those who wielded it was extensive and unconventional. Ruby had no doubt she could hold her own against some of the professors at the university. Especially when it came to putting them through a wall, just to prove a point. Which was the second, and biggest the biggerissue. Kaisa might trust her, but that trust certainly did not extend to the wizards at the university, and Ruby refused to put her into a situation that might hurt her in one way or another. So they’d agreed to separate for the time being. Which meant, no ship ration breakfast in bed, no one to hold her when she couldn’t sleep and no one to tell her to ‘fuck the old crones at the university with their shitty little magic books and trinkets’. So by the time she’d swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her night was already ruined.
☼・7・☼
Kaisa walked back to the barracks with the first morning light at her back, tracing the new leather tie around her arm with a smile. When Ruby first suggested she’d stay with the soldiers, she’d been sceptical, to put it mildly. It had been one of their nastier arguments. But the Dakarian military had turned out to be quite the opposite of the stiff city guard stationed on the upper levels of Dakar. With little threat from other nations, the main function of the army was to keep the city safe from the creatures that roamed the desert. Giant chitinous, alligator-like beasts that hid under the sand, centipedes as long as a man’s leg that collapsed tunnels the drows had dug into the rocks below, or hordes of desert corpses that hunted travellers on the few accessible trading routes between the cities. That meant that the soldiers stayed mostly topside, on the fringes of Dakarian society, and Kaisa had found herself amidst a bunch of hardened, disarmingly forward and hearty fighters, who had first roped her into a drinking contest, then an arm wrestling contest and then a boxing match. The sense of honest camaraderie had soothed her initial anger. Even Ruby’s father, the acting general of the Dakarian forces, had welcomed her with open arms. Basilides seemed to be a generally fair and respectable sort of person, who was on good terms with almost everyone in camp. Last night, he’d granted leave to Osha, Tux and Kiril so they could take her out hunting. The hide of her prey’s soft underbelly now decorated Kaisa’s arm. It had been a good hunt. A good night. No, all things considered, things could be much worse.
☼・8・☼
“This is getting ridiculous.” Ruby wanted to groan, or scream, or possibly do both at the same time. Schooling her expression into a detached, pleasant mask was getting gradually harder as the night wore on.
“Master Dalael has appealed the notion twice, he requests a formal inquiry and a re-examination of how the funds will be diverted,” her secretary said, pushing up his glasses.
That smarmy bast-
“He argues that your absence warrants a revision of the schooling program for children from the Dens. ‘Things are constantly changing and need perpetual revision’, is what he said, if I recall.”
What would Kaisa do?, Ruby mused and twirled her pen between her fingers. Hold him over a crevasse by his ankles and shake him until he agreed to see reason, probably. The thought had some appeal.
“Tell Master Dalael I’ll be at the meet and that I will be available for a re-evaluation.”
“Of course. Then there’s the Society of Extra-Planar Arcane Arts. They have requested your presence for a demonstration of a communication device.”
A device that doesn’t work and likely will never work.
“I’ll be there after the meet.”
“Very well. Lastly, Professor Lylok wishes to inquire about the state of the final exams. He is growing…impatient.”
“I’m working on them. He may discuss them with me before first light tonight. Is that all?”
“For tonight, yes. I will arrange everything and update your calendar.”
“Thank you.”
Thalel nodded. When the door had clicked shut behind him, Ruby buried her head in her hands. Dalael, the SEPAA and then Lylok. The nobles fighting as always, the people in the Dens suffering. Nothing had changed. The city was still a pit of vipers, impervious to change, the festering darkness hidden by a shiny veneer of gems and starlight. She’d only been home for two weeks, and all things considered, things couldn’t be much worse.
☼・9・☼
“Oi! Reed! How did it go yesterday?”
Reed stomped past, sending an unmistakable gesture towards Kiril, who slapped his thigh, laughing.
“She’s been trying to get into Mel’s bed for like a decade now”, Osha explained and handed Kaisa a cup of ale. “It’s not going well. He’s the righteous sort, you know.”
“Poor thing”, Kaisa said.
“You got anyone at home?”
“Home?”
“You know, that world of gorgeous, tall and muscular warriors you so obviously come from.”
“Oh. Yeah. I got someone.” The fact that someone was actually on Dakar didn’t exactly change her situation. She might as well have been off-world.
“Must be hard being so far away.”
“We’re taking a break,” Kaisa said, staring into her cup. She missed Ruby with a force she didn’t even want to admit to herself. She’d rather thought the feelings would go away once they stopped being constantly in each other’s face, stuck on a tiny ship. But to her dismay it seemed quite the opposite was true. Either way, if she’d learned anything on her travels, it was to not get overly attached. To take it one day at a time. Or on Dakar, rather, one night at a time. They’d leave again eventually.
“Osha, shut up already.” Tux nudged her with an elbow and Osha shrugged apologetically.
“It’s fine”, Kaisa sighed and downed her cup. “She says her parents won’t approve. Don’t want to get her into trouble.”
Osha grimaced.
“Ouch. Yeah. Been there.” She put an arm around Kaisa’s shoulder, clinking her cup to hers. “Well, if you ever want a fresh start and that archmage won’t bring you back, we’ll gladly keep you.”
☼・10・☼
Ruby sank into the plush chair, the cushions almost swallowing her. She kind of wished they did.
“Denied”, she said tonelessly. “I’ve got a week to appeal the appeal of the appeal, no support, no time and no leverage. Who even came up with a system like that?”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“What am I going to do about what? I can conjure a whole damn fire elemental from nothing, but I cannot conjure up a bloody conscience for Dalael and his ilk.”
“Rubinia!” Damariel pursed her lips. “That is unbecoming of someone your station. You have clearly been away for too long. And the company you’ve kept!”
“Mother, please.” Ruby plucked at the fringes of an exceptionally frilly cushion. “I did not mind the company. And since we’re on the topic, she deserves better accommodations.“
Damariel clicked her tongue.
“Be that as it may, I believe that you have more pressing matters to attend to. Have you entered some sort of contract with the mercenary?”
“No, nothing like that.” She wanted to tell her mother not to speak about Kaisa as if she were just some muscle for hire. That she would give her right hand to make sure she was safe. And if she pretended hard enough, keeping her mouth shut about the true nature of their relationship was the only way to shield her from Dakarian politics. So Ruby did just that.
“Then I cannot fathom what you’re fretting about. Your father says Lady Brightwind has taken well to life at the barracks. I’m sure that will put your mind at ease?”
Ruby rubbed her eyes. She’d never been more tired in her life.
“I’m glad.”
Damariel set her cup down and put a hand on her daughter’s knee. “Dear, you look tried. Stay for the day. And surely tonight you will see things more clearly. There are more important things to focus on than appeasing mercenaries and your little social projects. Although I would not mind seeing you go toe to toe with Master Dalael. It would strengthen your position.”
Ruby was too exhausted to protest, so she simply nodded.
☼・11・☼
Kaisa’s room was at the back of the barracks; a word from his daughter had seen the general grant her a small private space apart from the other soldiers. A luxury, but isolating. She climbed up a flight of stairs that was fixed to the outside of the building. Light would come soon, and the air was already getting hotter. She’d half a mind to grab her swords and head to the little oasis instead when she noticed the door standing open. An orange glow came from inside, whoever it was, they did not try to hide. It mattered little. Kaisa grabbed her dagger, crept towards the door, a spell ready on her lips, and hesitated.
Peonies.
She allowed herself a little smile, willed the space between her and the room to let her pass through, stepped forward and out of the air behind a familiar figure standing by the window. Carefully, soft as a kiss, she put the blade to her throat.
“Gotcha”, she whispered.
But to her disappointment, Ruby barely reacted. She simply pushed the dagger away with a finger and turned, her presence hitting Kaisa like a wave. Like water in the desert. Like something that had only grown sweeter in its absence. This could have been the best morning in a month if Ruby hadn’t looked a right mess. As if she hadn’t slept in weeks. Judging from the red rims of her eyes, she’d been crying too. And Ruby never cried.
“What happened?”, Kaisa asked, her voice dark, ready to break someone’s neck.
Ruby just shrugged a little.
“You look like you’ve been having fun”, she said instead of an answer, and it sounded almost like an accusation.
Kaisa forced the dagger back into its sheath with a loud click.
“I’m making the best of things. As you suggested,” she bit back.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to be-“
“-Not miserable? What the fuck do you want me to be? Wasn’t my choice to get dropped off here with barely a word of goodbye. So don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about it.”
By the time she’d finished the sentence, Ruby was crying again. Ah fuck, was it hard to see her like that. But she’d a point to make, too.
“I’m sorry,” Ruby sniffed after a long pause. “I should have never left you like that. I was so worried about everyone's opinions, I thought if I played my cards right, I could actually do some good this time, but it’s all just the same and nothing I do really matters, I could do everything perfectly right and they still won’t listen and-“
“Woha, slow down”, Kaisa said, calm as she could manage. She should be fuming mad right now. Barely a word for a month, no visits, no messages, just a handful of cold letters, only for her to come back crying when things grew over her head. But unfortunately, this was Ruby. And she simply could not stand to see her hurt. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t think I can do this.” Ruby wiped at her eyes, but the tears just kept coming. “I’m not cut out to be an archmage. The others barely respect me enough not to insult me to my face. My mother has all the empathy of a bowl of sand, and father is never home long enough to talk to. I’m alone, and I’m miserable, I’ve made the worst mistake I could have possibly made, I pushed away the only one who actually cared, just to gain the approval of cut-throats and liars, and I’m so so sorry, I should never have-“
“Ruby-“
“I miss you! I miss you so much. And I don’t-“
Kaisa pulled her into her arms before Ruby could choke on her own tongue, rested her chin on top of her head. Just let her sob for a moment. She fit perfectly against her, like a puzzle piece, and in that moment she knew she never wanted to hold anyone else ever again. What was a month to an elf anyway? Nothing more than the blink of an eye.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, gently rocking them both back and forth. “You have no idea.”
Ruby held on as if she were drowning.
“Will you come home with me?”
Trading the barracks for the inner city? The university? The laughter and levity for hostile stares? Not very appealing. But she’d have Ruby back. That was all that mattered. And Kaisa had never cared about pissing off a few wizards anyway.
“Of course, gem. I’ll pack my things.”
☼・12・☼
Ruby smiled and took a deep breath, the air filled with the smell of the sea, the wind gently tugging at her hair, the sun in her face. The Scarlet Harlot glided through the waves like a fish, as easily as she’d navigated the aether above. Her heart was light and the road ahead wide open. What wonder to exist with nothing but blue all around and the sails snapping happily in the wind. She adjusted her sun-lenses, watched Kaisa stroll on deck, leant against the guardrail and beckoned her closer.
“Hello, my darling sunshine”, she said and wrapped her arms around her waist, but for some reason Kaisa only smiled against her lips when she went for a kiss.
“What is it?”
“You lost”, she said, took Ruby’s chin and pointed her face towards Coy, who sat on a crate, hidden in the shadow of the mast, an open-mouthed expression of disbelief on her face.
“Oh. Oh no.”
“I think you owe me ten gold, my love.”
“You dogs. You absolute dogs!” Coy jumped up, the string of her violin snapping. “I knew it! I fucking knew it.”
“And I knew you’d slip up first”, Kaisa said, and planted a kiss on her cheek before heading for the ship’s wheel.
“That’s not fair, you’re the one with all the names!”, Ruby called after her. “The one time I…I didn’t even know she was there! And you know I can’t see well in the sun! …What?”
There was a wide grin on Coy’s face.
“My darling sunshine. That’s disgusting. Oh, mother will be furious. I’m so proud.”
Ruby sighed. She’d never hear the end of this.
“She knows already.”
“And?”
“Well, you know how she is.”
“Oh, do I know.” Coy sat down again and fixed her violin. “You fooled me long enough, I’ll give you that. But on another note, you should really give the gold to me.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Compensation for all the emotional damage you two are going to inflict on me.”
“Ah.”
“Make it eleven, and I’ll even throw in one or the other sappy love song, if you’re so inclined.”
“I’m not inclined. At all.”
Coy shrugged. “Your loss,” she said and started plucking at her violin as if she’d never seen the instrument before.
“Gods, you’re impossible.”
Ruby flicked a coin at her and Coy snatched it out of the air, still grinning.
“Good choice,” she said, changing the tune, humming softly, her bow dancing over the strings and the wind carrying the music like the sea carried their little ship.
“A silver for your thoughts, my love // a silver for your hand // a silver for a kiss, my love /// you said the sky cannot be bought // and I said just look up // see all the coins you have collected there // see them scattered in the dark // and I’ll add mine and more than that // just to have your heart. O, a silver…”
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(Thank YOU for the prompt!!! Sorry for the long wait! Also I am very much diverging into a coffee shop au here soooooooo……)
28. “Marry me?”
Draco was bleary eyed and his head felt full of fluff. Not the good kind either, but the scratchy kind from throwing your stuffed animal into the wash one too many times. He needed coffee. Desperately. In fact, “Pansy, the next person to offer me coffee I will marry. You can be the witness.”
Pansy hummed. “I would prefer to be Best Woman, but I suppose this will do as well,” She looped her arm through Draco’s. “Come on, let’s get to the coffee shop.
The coffee shop was a mess, and there was an obviously-new barista working there looking quite harried and perplexed, but Draco didn’t catch much of him before burying his head into Pansy’s shoulder and trying his hardest to fall asleep. Pansy shook him a little, just as the line was starting to move forward.
“Draco, darling, I am so sorry, but I spot my lovely book lover in the corner, and I’m gonna make my move.” Draco rubbed his eyes and craned his neck to spot a bushy haired woman at the corner table, nose buried in a book. “Can you grab my drink for me?”
Draco nodded at her, and squeezed her hand. “Good luck!”
Pansy beamed at him, and fixed her bra before striding confidently over. Draco smiled and sighed.
“Next!” Draco stepped up and gave their order to the girl with the turnip earrings at the counter, and moved away to wait for the messy-haired barista to make the drinks.
Draco must have closed his eyes for longer than he thought, because the next second, his name was called.
“I have an order for, uh, Draco!” Draco hurried forwards and grabbed his drink and took a nice long sip, closing his eyes and moaning in delight. “Oh my god,” he murmured over the coffee. “Marry me,”
Draco’s eyes flew open to a chocking noise, and found the barista still there, looking a little red in the cheeks. “Fuck me,” Draco said dumbly, eyes wide. The barista was cute. No, not cute. Fucking hot. Draco felt his face go warm.
“Personally,” the barista started, his hands fiddling with his apron. “I so that in a different order, but I guess I wouldn’t be opposed.” Draco’s eyes flew up and met startlingly green ones.
“Oh,” said Draco. The barista looked pleased, and a little more confident. Glancing around to see no one standing at the queue yet, he started scribbling on a napkin with a pen.
He held it out to Draco. “In case you, um, well, ever wanted to try.” Draco stared at it for half a second too long, but snatched it and held it close to his chest. He looked back up and found his grin being matched. He thought he was finding a match as well.
((I am so so sorry for getting to this so late, but here it is better late then never am i right??))
29. “I thought you were dead.”
Remus’ eyes hurt from rolling so hard. He was so fucking done.
First, James thought it would be “fun” to stick french fries in his mouth and pretend to be a walrus to impress Lilly (yes, Prongs, of course she would want that appetizing picture at dinner), then Peter accidentally mistook some of their limited supply of dried newts for beef jerky and turned a rather worrying shade of blue (Wormtail, they don’t even look the same! Why did you keep eating them?). And now? Now Sirius had walked straight into the Great Lake, having been looking into the sky, trying to find his namesake in broad daylight.
Remus let out a sigh and sat down on the ground, pulling out a book. He ignored the squawking and splashes as he settled down, pulling his cloak tighter around himself.
Suddenly, wet drops splashed down onto the page. With a wave of his wand, Remus dried it off. And with a second thought, dried off his boyfriend as well.
“Oh,” He said, looking up at Sirius with the most deadpan look he had ever managed in his whole 17 years of being. “I thought you were dead.”
Sirius tisked, moving to sit down next to him. “Please, you would miss me too much. I wouldn’t leave you like that.”
Remus rolled his eyes once more, and leaned in to peck Sirius on the lips once. He was so done. But he could last a little while more.
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The ice was startling cold on the back of his neck, and Harry yelped out in surprise. Ron laughed as he ducked back behind the tree he was using as a cover.
“I’ll get you for that!” Harry called out, shaking his fist in the air.
“You’d think after all this time you’d be better at dodging things thrown at you,” said a sultry voice to the left. Harry whipped around, and grinned when he saw Draco standing with a smirk. The two had been dancing around each other for a while now, and Harry was planning to ask him out the next weekend.
“Draco! Help me, I need back up!” Harry said, grabbing his hand and twirling them behind a bench into the snow.
They took up some of Harry’s ammunition, and tossed the snowballs into the shrieking yard full of 8th years.
“Cover me!” Harry called out, crouching down and crawling forward to try to hit an unaware Ginny. Harry raised his arm, prepared to throw, when he felt pillowy ice hit his hair, almost knocking the glasses off of his face. He gasped as he spun around to face Draco who was tossing another snowball up and down in his hand, hip checked. “Oh! The betrayal!” He said, grinning and stalking towards him.
“What makes you think I would be on your side, Potter?” Draco said, and the laughter and cries from their friends faded into the background as Harry focussed into his soft smile.
“You always are,” Harry said, thinking back to Draco standing up for him in class, shared projects and dinner table discussions. He grabbed a hold of Draco and wrestled him into the ground.
Draco struggled against him, laughing in the snow, and twisted them around, holding Harry’s hands above his head as he leaned over him. “I guess I am,” Draco whispered, and his lips crept closer as Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
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The flickering artificial light played over Draco's smooth and sleep ridden features as Harry looked around his flat. Everywhere as far as the eye could see there was evidence of Draco.
His sweater was strewn across the armchair in the corner, while his socks peeked out from beneath the sofa. Another sock was dangling from on top of the cabinet, but harry had long since given up wondering where these socks had come from and how Draco had so many in the first place.
A photo of the two of them stared down at him from above the softly humming TV, Draco smiling and laughing as Harry spun him around in a circle. It had taken Harry ages to see that his favorite photo of his parents was a perfect parallel to this one.
There was a scuff on the wall near the door, where Draco had single handedly tried to drag a whole sofa into the room, because "where do you expect to watch movies from with me? The armchair? I don't fancy you waking me up because your legs fell asleep. And the manor doesn’t even have a film… player thing. Besides, every proper living room needs a sofa."
The burn mark on the entryway had been made when harry had tried to make a flaming Alaska for Draco, but couldn't quite get the spell for the flames right, and the reason for the nick in the cabinet had long since been forgotten, only that it had been Draco’s fault, whatever he might try to argue.
On the wall to the right there was a bulletin board with darts sticking out in an array of chaos and color. The board was separated in half by a broad green and red line, the right being Harry's and the left Draco's. It was their bucket list board, and every time Harry's thought Draco should try something, or Draco thought Harry needed something else in his life, they would write on pieces of folded over colored paper and tack them to the wall.
Every couple of days, when they had a moment to themselves and Draco had come over to Harry's flat, they would throw a dart at the board, and whatever the dart hit, they would then do. They took turns, and even numbered days were Harry's while odd numbered days were Draco's.
Harry spied a new, plain white piece of paper on his board. He never meant to look, but it looked so intriguing, and Draco always made such a big deal about putting a new piece of paper up, something he had failed to do with this one. Gently removing himself from Draco's sleepy embrace with a kiss to his soft hair, Harry padded over to the board, running his hand lightly over the dividing marker.
He had so many fond memories from this board.
The first time he took draco driving and the first time Draco took harry to a "proper British wizarding tea establishment" (never mind the lifetime ban they had incurred from giggling too much and disturbing the other patients). The first time Draco had tried fish and chips at a seaside hole in the wall, and then proceeded to stuff the whole meal down his gob, eyes wide. The first time Draco had taken him flying at the manor. The first time Harry had taken Draco for a bike ride around the Thames (never mind the invisible training wheels he had had to put on Draco's bike). The first time Draco had slept over had been because of a note Harry had put on Draco's side, and the first time Harry cooked Draco breakfast in bed from one on his side. Sexual favors were also very common to see up on the board, and always with a willing recipient, and Harry started to get a little hot just thinking about what could be on the little slip of paper.
Harry reached out and smoothed open the white note against the wall, standing out quite brilliantly against the contrast to the many colors that could be seen elsewhere
ask me to move in with you
Harry's heart stuttered in his chest
ask me to move in with you
Harry looked down on his watch. Friday the 13th, 11:46 pm. There was still time.
Harry took a hand full of colorful paper from the pocket hanging on the wall and started scribbling madly before saying fuck it and transfigured all the parchment on the wall on Draco's side to say the same thing.
11:49
He moved quickly to kneel at Draco's side, and slowly kissed him awake, peppering kisses all over his face. Draco hummed happily, but still batted him aside with a tired hand.
"Go 'way. 'M sleepin."
11:51
"Draco, love. Come on, you need to get up. You have to throw a dart."
Draco grumbled sleepily, "'S too late. Wai' for 'morrow."
Harry tugged at his arm.
11:53
"Needs to be today Draco. Needs to be you. Come on, sweety."
Harry got him up on his feet and put a dart in his hand. "Here you go, love." Draco glared at him.
11:54
And threw the dart.
11:55
The dart hit the farthest edge of the farthest piece of paper. But it was enough.
Harry hugged Draco from the side and kissed his neck. "Go on, read it."
Draco stumbled bleary eyed to the board and tore the paper off with a flourish he should not have been able to do being this tired. Suddenly, his knuckles grew white as he gripped the paper tightly in his hands.
"Harry," he said brokenly. "I,"
Harry walked towards him and enveloped him in his arms from behind. He buried his face in Draco's neck.
"Look at the others, Draco," he whispered.
Draco let the piece of paper fall to the floor as he tore piece after piece off of the bulletin board. They all said the same thing.
"It's 11:59 Draco. I need you to say something."
move in with me
"Yes," Draco said simply, tears streaming gently down his face.
12:00
Harry turned him around in his arms, and thumbed away the tears. Their lips pressed against each other, and Harry's home had never felt so lived in as it felt in this very moment. It was only right, that Draco would live here, because it was his home too. It always had been.
I was tagged by my favorite people in the whole wide world, @drarrymylove (the love of my life and actually the reason I started writing), @snortinglaughter (one of my actuaL IDOLS omg you guys), @foularcadebanana (literally the most supportive person ever who worked with me on my last fic to save my life), @violetclarity (the most talented and sweetest person ever who I strive to be like) and @gnarf (who I can’t believe I didn’t tag at first up here, but who actually always has the best ideas for stories and stories that just FLOW SO FUCKING NICELY)
So fun fact, I only started writing January of the year of our lord 2018, and I could make like ten billion posts on why this fandom and these people all helped me to continue, but for now, here are the stats (as of on ao3? I’m scared to go back through all my drabbles and head canons there are mANY):
Fandoms/Parings: mmmmmm literally just Drarry and one Jeddy fic (but so many more HP pairings in my drabbles)
Total word count: 21,879 words so far, which, and because it’s not including my drabbles, I am actually super proud of this!! Fuck I didn’t even know...
Number of stories: I have 6 works posted and then another work coming out for wireless (but it’s finished!!!!!!!!!!!) ^.^
Story with most kudos: 153 kudos from Roses of Hope (Summary: Draco’s mother had left him as swift as the winter breeze and as painful as the frost when Draco had just grown tall enough to steal her cookies off of the kitchen table.Now Draco, known as Cinders, tries his best to please his stepmother and stepbrothers.Can a handsome stranger at a ball and a sentient rose garden turn it all around for him?)
Story with most comments: 10 comment threads from each Roses of Hope and Beat that, Cinderella (Summary: Draco stared at the small but bright spirit bobbing in front of him. He opened his mouth, promptly closed it, and squinted.“So you’re…”“A fairy godmother. Yes.”“And you…”The fairy, Jeni, Draco remembered, rolled her eyes. “Make the wishes of truly innocent repenters come true.”“And I am one of these?” He said narrowing his eyes.“Yes.”“And because of that you want to send me to the annual Ministry Ball? Because that is my wish. To go to a ball. Tonight. Filled with people who hate me.” Before Jeni could cut in, he added, “An ex-Death Eater. In a room full of Aurors.”Or, a drarry tale based roughly off of Cinderella)
Story with most bookmarks: 29 bookmarks from Roses of Hope, and the runner up with 20 was a present for carpetmaidtales called Number 12 Grimmauld Place and the Very Bad Fight (Summary: Number 12 Grimmauld Place was having a rough day. A rough life, actually. It had been looking up for a while, and after the Potter-Malfoy wedding it had finally felt as if it had the family it was meant to hold. Until The Fight.***Harry and Draco talk about the future, and their misunderstandings provide for a rough couple of days)
Story with most subscriptions: 2 subscriptions from Roses of Hope, but Beat that, Cinderella and Tuesday Morning (MY FIST FICCCC) each have one subscription (Tuesday Morning Summary: Based off of the amazing song Tuesday Morning by Staganddragon, this fic follows Harry and Draco's relationship on Tuesday mornings throughout their entire life)
Story I’m most proud of: In perfect fashion, the two pics I am possibly most proud of are also the ones that I have not mentioned yet. I tend to really like deep descriptions, and that’s essentially all that these were. One was a birthday fic for Janel, or goldentruth815, called Colors of Love (Summary: It was ritualistic, the way that Teddy would worship him in the mornings. Freckles first. Neck kisses would be next, followed by whispered endearments in his ear. ***James and Teddy share a quiet morning together, full of love.). The other, I wrote for Valentine’s Day when I was just so filled with wanting of love that I had to have a release. And it was in the form The Color of his Eyes (I know I’m the worst at names I’m sorry, Summary: Draco cannot stop staring. He is lost in Harry. And as always, Harry cannot help but to be lost in Draco)
What’s next: Oh my god guys so fucking much!! I am partaking in wireless first and foremost, but also in drizzle!!! I have so much planned for you guys just you wait!! I also am writing for food fair but it is sUPeR SeCraTiVE so I won't say more but I’ll write some drabbles to hold you guys over <3 <3 <3
Hmmmmmm for the next victims I would like to tag @jet-playin of whom I would love to see the stats from <3 <3 <3
