It was a world like no other. The grass was greener, the sky a mixture of swirling colors of shades of blue. The wind was cool, the breeze sweet and smelling of flowers. The plains themselves were roses and blossoms, daffodils and tulips, the sweet scent of spring. Yenia was a fixture in the center of that spring field, dressed in a flowing dress made of leaves. Her hair, golden, cascaded down her back and fluttered in the breeze as her smile shone in your direction, her dark eyes searching but kind.
She extended a pale hand to you. “Will you walk with me, my spirit?”
Taking her hand, she guided you through that expanse of flowers. You enjoyed the sensation of spring on your back, breathing the warm air. Yenia smiled at you, one hand clasping yours as the other waved in an arc. Spirits, small and colorless, flitted like birds and bugs, buzzing by or alighting on her arm. They were small things, barely shapes and discernible to your eye. They nuzzled her cheeks or sat in her hair, observing you but loving her, enraptured by her existence.
It was hard not to feel the same.
“Do you ever get lonely?” You ask, as you walk.
She smiled. “Never. The spirits are here with me. They do not speak to me the way you and I do, but they interact with me all the same. I can understand them. If I do get a bit lonely, I can always go down to your world.” Her smile was kind and soft, shining on you. “And visit you, my spirit.”
Her fingers slide through yours, interlocking and threading together. Her palm is warm against yours, and you feel as though it belongs there. That you were always meant to hold her hand.
She had said that your destiny was meant to be great; that your path was an important one to walk, and that she was a participant on that walk. That she wanted to join you on that path. It felt inevitable that you had met. It felt like your path was meant to collide with hers.
It still felt beyond your comprehension that a goddess could think of you so fondly, could find herself enjoying time spent with you at her side. It was hard to understand what was so special about you that would cause someone like her to want to be here.
She seemed to notice your trepidation, and she stopped. The spirits buzzes about her head, but her gaze was focused on your face, dark eyes searching your own. “My spirit,” She began, softly, releasing your hand and reaching up to cup your cheek. Her fingers were light on your face. “I will always be on your side. What you desire, what you choose, your path is right. You have nothing to fear from me.”
It was hard to swallow, with her soft features watching your face. She was angelic. “Why?” You croak. It was the question that had sat trembling in your stomach, wondering what made you special. What was it about you that caused her to have so much faith? Was it only due to some preconceived destiny? Was that the reason she stayed at your side?
Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips pulling up in a small but kind smile. “You are everything to me.” She said, simply. Her face drew closer, and the soft press of lips to skin had your breath hitching. Your forehead tingled from where she had placed her lips. “I am devoted to you, always. Do not forget that.”
The fighting has been going on for a long time. She has watched it all, from the place where she is.
In her pocket of reality, the world outside is a flicker of anxiousness. A plea. She has watched and listened, and the voices have gotten louder the longer the fighting has gone on. The spirits are restless, unhappy, pained and in anguish. She feels their sorrow, their hurt, like her own.
She may be a goddess, but the laws of magic forbid her from helping without enacting a serious price—a price she is not willing to have anyone, no matter how desperate, pay.
It means she must watch, from the sidelines, as the world outside grows further and further into misery.
If there was a way she could exist beyond these walls, a way that she could be of use to the people who need her, to bring peace to all those who cry out in prayer to her, she would move to them in a heartbeat.
But she is trapped beyond the wall, only hearing the strongest shouts, only able to provide to those with the strongest wish.
The strongest price to pay.
That is the law of the magic, and one Yenia lives by. It is what keeps her domain the place that it is, what keeps magic flowing through the world.
It is this law, that allowed her to give magic to the people who believe in her… but it is also this law that leaves her trapped here.
Her despair grows.
The fighting gets worse, the anger, resentment, the cloying hate and disturbance. It cannot reach her, where she is, but is felt all the same. The voice grow louder, though she cannot help them without breaking them. That has never been what she wanted.
And then… the vision comes.
She’s lying in the grass of her place, the wind in her hair, her spirits moving through the air and whispering as they do. She is watching them, and then she is gone, the vision pulling her gaze far away to a future.
A child. She sees. This child, that will grow and become the catalyst, the savior, the one to end this misery, to break the shackles of this paradise, that will set the people free.
They will set her free.
Her hopes shines in the stars in the child’s eyes. Her mouth parts as the vision fades. The blue sky above her head, the whispers of the spirits in her ear, the thump of her heart beating fast.
My spirit. She thinks of them. Not yet born, but soon, a spirit that will walk a path she will guide them on. She must. For the sake of the people, for the end of the pain, for the stop of that despair.
(I stole this ask from other blog. Thank u for anon who ask this, and sorry I stole your ask ><) How would ROs react if, when MC and RO were on the verge of kissing, MC stops them, blushes hard and says "Wait...I don't know how to kiss, I might be bad at it..."
Vik: They stare in disbelief and then rising elation. They take you by the waist and pull you close, grinning cheeky and wanting in turn. “You won’t be, but just follow my lead.”
Alice: She smiles and squeezes your hand in hers. I am not well-versed in kissing myself. We can take things slow.
Marcol: He huffs and presses his thumb against your mouth. “This does not surprise me, and in an effort not to sound ridiculously sappy, I confess that I don’t care. Now stop talking.”
El: Their eyes dart to your mouth, their breath holding, suddenly, their shoulders tense. “I didn’t know...” There is an almost reverence in their voice.
Orion: They flush a little too, their dark skin looking quite fetching. Nervously, almost sheepishly, they admit. “I’ve never--I don’t think I’ll be any good either, but...” a bit of bravery lights up their face and firms their expression. “I want to... with you... We can learn together.”
Talarae: She smirks and palms your face in her hands, eyes hooded with desire. “Don’t worry, I can teach you.”
Yenia: She strokes lovingly at the side of your cheek with a finger. “Any kiss from you, my spirit, will be the loveliest experience of all.”
After a battle mage!MC disappears and when crushing!Vik goes looking for them the soldiers say that MC were going to a lake that was nearby, but when Vik finds MC they are bathing in that lake completely naked and without noticing the presence of Vik. How Vik react?
Hygiene post
Vik: Shock and want mix together, feelings a jumble and their emotions charged as they watch you. it’s hard to look away, their pulse vibrating faster, face flushed with heat and desire. It’s a challenge to look away and to give you privacy.
Alice: She is straightforward in excusing herself and leaving you to your privacy. Her heart thumps a little sharply at the sight of you but she is careful to only think of your comfort.
Marcol: The sharp pinch of his heart at the sight of you frustrates him and he snaps for you to hurry up, or abruptly leaves you there without a sound. He forces his mind to think of other matters than you.
El: They have trouble looking away, effused in desire for you, unable to look away. Their magic shivers wildly across their skin and it is only conscious thought and concentration that forces it down and mild again.
Orion: They flush and splutter immediately at the sight, yelping out a sorry for intruding and then are mortified at having come across you in such a vulnerable way. They can’t look you in the eye for the rest of the day.
Talarae: She smirks and immediately wishes to join you, offering to wash your back, help you do your hair, any excuse to get her hands on you for even a moment.
Yenia: She wants to help you bathe, her intentions entirely pure in helping you wash and making you comfortable. Her smiles are kind and soft, a little curious, but only kind.
