Summary: Jerico prays to Sune,goddess of love,for directions on how to handle their crush on Raphael. Sune answers in her own odd way.
Cw: none as far as im aware.
>only mutuals allowed to reblog.
A/N: Axcel and Valduran belong to @alexatheris-44
Music has always been a comfort of all beings. The prose and rhymes bring soothing to the aching hearts of all creation,a way to Express the feelings so buried deep down. And the moon,eternal watcher of hidden lovers, gets to listen to the singing of Many souls in love.
Jerico sits on a rock, the cold and clear stream beside them running free and reflecting the moonlight. The watery surface wavers as they play,in tune with their music.
Its a peaceful night.
The first few notes are strummed, the lyre Gently sounding off into the night. -- oh,pity me, Sune,for love has come to my door.
Black as sin and avernus' flames.
And in his dangerous dance I do wish to partake.
Oh,but he Will blacken my moor.
He Will sunder my fields.
And im afraid ill smile as his flames kiss my cheeks.
The music wanes, it comes and goes with this hauntingly beautiful tune. Its mournful as funeral bells,surrounded by white lillies spackled with blood. In their singing they wilt and curl. A feeling of hopelessness that drags them down by the heart to the carved earth to rest six feet down.
--Oh but Sune,dont you know? Hes charming.
He speaks in rhyme.
Is it a sin to sing to you about a being like him?
A bargainer at heart,theres no way to win
When hes the one dealing the hand. -- the notes slowly turn Lower in pitch,like an Angel playing for the souls on their way to heaven-- Is it a sin to love him? To want to hold his clawed hand?
They sigh and look at the stream,the rest of the lyrics dancing in the tip of their tongue like a dam holding back a River.
--He speaks in rhyme.
He deals the hand.
And I fall,oh how I fall.
Into his arms.
And into the flames.
They play a few more notes, slow as the passing night. In the glimmers within the stream it looks like the moon ripples and cries to their song.
-- So tell me,Sune,is it a sin?
The last few notes fade into the night. They sigh and hug the lyre close to them. Their eyes close and they breathe out, holding on for dear life to their instrument.
Coldness in the air,the humidity and the smell of fresh,wild flowers wrap around them. It almost feels like theyre back in the peaceful clearing nearby their house in the Feywild. Far away from all pain and heartbreak.
Theres a light mist that begins to wrap around the stream and pool at their feet.
Coldness turns to mild Luke warm,the softness of the moon reflecting off the fog. The air brushes past them,kissing their face with warmth like a summer day. Its such a gentle touch.
Slowly the smell if gentle nature is replaced by harsh sulfur. Their bovine nose scrunches up and slowly they flutter their eyes Open like a butterfly about to take flight.
--sweet little fey--a clawed hand went up their back,making them straighten as its warmth kisses their fur through their silken clothes-- wrapped in glimmering webs..
Raphael appears from their left side,a smug,content smile. They can basically feel his pride grow,being caught red handed singing about him to the moon and the gods. His eyes crinkle and they want to smack the ego out of him.
--Its not a sin,though I May not be the most adequate judge.
But i do know of the woes of love.
And how hearts never budge-- he smiles and even in his human form theres fires in his eyes. He sits by them on the same rock that suddenly grows warm as a fireplace -- play,go on.
They blink at him in surprise,and hes so patient as his words click in their mind. He smiles softly,warmly,his eyes gentle. He shuffles closer with no malice, theres a moment, a flicker where his Fire doesnt burn,but Rather warm.
Slowly they pull down their knees and begins to play the lyre. Its a slow starting song,where they are not sure of the cadence of the rythm- Or his intentions.
--Sune May agree,though her Holy name burns my tongue, theres no sin in loving, theres no shame at all. -- his hand reaches over to settle on their face,he strokes that soft fur brown as a tree's bark-- My fame is well earnt,though perhaps you should know
I wouldnt sunder any fields,nor any moors, that you Walked and planted seeds on.
Jeri leans into his touch,he sees them relax slowly. It takes a few minutes to Lower their guard,he cant blame them. But deep down it does hurt his heart.
--I would allow you to win any hand I dealt.
For I wouldnt want to scorch a hair on your head. -- he purrs out the words,he cant help his flirty nature but he does mean well for the first time in his life-- And I would play no tricks,nor bind you in any contracts, for fey like you are supposed to be free, not bound in Fire and charcoal.
They smile and stop playing the lyre,leaving it to their side and he finally sits close to them with his knees touching theirs. Both sit on their calves and his arms go around their waist to bring them close.
His lips ghost iver their neck,his fangs brushing their fur and making them shiver. He goes up their jaw and his hot breath falls on their cupids bow.
--I would like to trust your words.-- they whisper with this sadness in their voice,a struggling smile.
--Im known for tricks and misleads, but theres limits I wont cross-- he says softly-- They all converge on you. Andd what I wouldnt give, to have your love.
--You need to prove your words.
--May I suggest a kiss, then?--He flirted-- In one swift move I will show and prove what my words cannot.
They snorted and closed their eyes,he smiles and kisses them sweetly. His mortal form fades to his Real self,with his four horns that curl and his leathery wings that wrap around them like a protective cocoon. Jeri swears they can hear his voice recite poetry lowly.
Moving lips and wandering hands.
Sulfur and Spring in harmony stand.
Though ,I understand your fear.
And I understand your doubt
But youve caught my heart,I Will bring you no harm.
Im sure youll Keep that behind closed Doors.
I know you can Keep a secret.
And I know you are a keeper.
And perhaps i do not deserve someone so good as you.
Heed my words,wrapped in secret.
I would never burn any fields.
Nor stain any flowers with blood.
Nor would I break your heart.
There is nothing I wouldnt do to Keep you safe and calm.
So trust this once
That my silver tongue speaks only truth.
He pulls back and he feels them Grab his colar. They pull him for another kiss but he grabs their elbows.
--Im on borrowed time. But ill visit you soon-- he whispered-- Your companions are coming, their steps a chime. Sweet dreams...and thank you.
Jeri blinks and hes gone. They hear the heavy steps of Axcel'Roth and Valduran, they hold their hands together in expectant prayer.
-- It smells like Avernus-- Axcel said-- Are you okay?
--Just- just fine-- they answer, grabbing their Lyre. They clean away a few tears and gets up.
--What were you doing her?
They look at the mind flayer,their sweet brother that so kindly asked.
--Praying to Sune. I think she answered-- they say,and swiftly walks away back at camp.
The smell of sulfur Is still heavy on their fur. But for now they dont shake it off. They let it linger until they drift off to sleep, wrapped in warmth and poetry.
i don't have the scene fully worked out (hence the weapon being a Generic Tube or Pipe lmao) but at some point jay and raphael are alone somewhere and raphael does enough things to piss jay off enough to get him to whack him with something. and i had this specific image of jay pausing while raphael is on the ground and being like '....y’know what i think i'm gonna kill this dude actually'. so here we are.
this started off as separate doodles so the art doesn't fully look like it goes together for me but it's fine. referenced a stock image for the second panel.
me writing this: damn ray ur relationship trauma off the charts dawg get therapy!
challenge four. finally. lol! thank u anya @raphael-schreave and sanji @theotherladydi for rps . must preface with thank god this isn’t for public consumption bc this gotta be one of the most dogshit things i’ve written in recent years! heres the fic (8.9k)
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