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MISTS & MELLOW FRUITFULNESS .  independent fantasy multimuse sideblog .  written by katie  ( she / they ,  25+ )  .  sideblog to kestrael and erzmagier .  formerly known as questsy .  BEGIN .

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zoning out n thinking about jester <3

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i’m simply an enby, standing in front of her tumblr mutuals, begging them to watch frui.ts bas.ket,

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HE   FEELS   A   LITTLE   ANXIOUS   IN   THE   BEAT   BEFORE   ELIAS   UNDERSTANDS,   immediately   realizing   that   saying   'gift'   and   then   pulling   out   clothing   isn't   the   best   move   for   a   parent.   Fortunately,   it's   not   the   only   one   he   has   for   Elias,   though   the   other   won't   be   delivered   till   this   evening   (   he's   commissioned   him   a   stuffy   that   looks   like   Tempus   ).   His   friends   tease   him   for   spoiling   his   son,   but   it   isn't   just   him   doing   it.   All   of   them   like   seeing   his   adorable   face   light   up.

He's   relieved   at   Elias'   excitement.   " Really,   dearest, "   he   says,   and   gives   his   son   a   squeeze,   " We'll   have   to   walk   carefully   so   we   don't   slip,   but   we   can   finally   play   again! "    He's   happy   to   share   the   rain   with   his   son.   He'd   used   to   love   running   through   it   in   the   forest-   the   feel   of   it,   the   thrill   of   the   wind   and   thunder.   " Will   you   stand   so   atar   can   help   you   with   your   coat? "

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elias is over the moon, nearly shaking with excitement in his papa's grasp. any semblance of his previous upset boredom has faded away in the face of fresh excitement. he loves any time that he gets to spend with his fathers, either of them -- they're both so busy -- but somehow this feels especially special.

he clambers off of evandrin's lap, bouncing up and down on his toes next to the formerly shared chair. "come on, atar, hurry!" he says, voice a little too loud in his excitement. he'd try to put the purple jacket and boots on himself, but he worries that he doesn't know exactly how and doesn't want to rip anything.

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i think i need to actually publicly articulate the fact that rune grieve fucking adores esse.k the.lyss

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EVANDRIN   GIVES   A   MIX   OF   A   LAUGH   AND   A   SYMPATHETIC   NOISE,   and   squeezes   the   boy   closer.    " I   know,   baby, "    he   says,   and   kisses   his   son   on   the   cheek,   " But   you've   been   very   good   for   your   father   while   I   was   away,   and   we   really   appreciate   it.   And   I   might   have   a   gift   for   you   .   .   . "

He   leans   to   the   side,   one   arm   keeping   Elias   secure   while   the   other   rustles   in   his   bag.   They   rarely   have   to   contend   with   weather   in   Avalir,   so   the   city   is   quite   underprepared.   Evandrin,   however,   hadn't   grown   up   here,   so   he   knows   where   to   get   the   supplies   they   need.   He   pulls   out   a   pair   of   purple   rain   boots   and   a   long,   purple   raincoat;   both   sized   for   a   child.

" How   would   you   like   to   go   outside? "    he   says,   smiling.

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elias is immediately excited to hear that atar has a gift for him, getting wiggly in his grasp again. he stills as the raincoat and boots emerge from his bag. green eyes don't immediately comprehend what his papa shows to him, sliding over the shiny purple material. he does definitely like the color . . . but he doesn't know what it's for.

evandrin's questions make his eyes light up as he realizes what the pieces are, his gaze darting between the garments and his father's face. "really?"

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"your friend is ... are they a friend or ... ?"

rune has no idea how she'd ended up in any part of this situation. part one : being invited to stay for dinner at her parents' home, years after she's moved out and away. she's doing well, she thinks -- but even though she cannot directly lie to her parents, she thinks she has a fairly good poker face when she's skirting the line of semi-public respectability with them. she cannot lie, but they cannot read her. part two : @valurent trying to talk with her about vinlia, rune's closest companion and the woman that she loves.

she chokes a little on her wine when he asks, fighting through a cough or two as she places her glass down. does she want to tell him the truth? she's little surprised when her thoughts go there -- she doesn't know what her father wants with this information. he's never asked her about her life before, and not about vinlia either . . . she doesn't know what to do with it, at first. maybe she should try to be honest, just to see. "we are . . . exploring being more than friends," she says haltingly, staring at her wine for a second before dark eyes flash up to eadwulf's face. she doesn't know how to read him very well, but that isn't going to stop her from trying.

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EVANDRIN   GIVES   ELIAS   A   BIG   SMILE   AND   AN   EVEN   BIGGER   HUG.   The   day   has   been   long   and   taxing,   but   Elias'   energy   is   infectious,   and   the   scent   of   his   hair   tells   Evandrin   he's   home.   " Hello,   gigglemonster! "    he   says,   beaming,    " I'm   so   happy   to   see   you!   How   was   your   day? "

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he's wiggly in his father's grasp, but it's clear that he wants to be where he is -- delighted in his father's embrace. "boring, atar," he complains, half a whine. "there's nothing to do inside any more, and it's still raining." nothing that evandrin doesn't know, of course, but he's going to say it anyway.

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The Empire nights have always been cold. It's not like it's some sort of secret for Beau to gawk and bluster at. Her childhood is full of bundling up in blankets and such when winter encroaches. Faintly she remembers a fireplace in her room. And then, the fireplace in the one she shared with other Cobalt Soul monks.

But here she is now, shivering under the protection of the stars and a few scraggly bedrolls. She sits up and tries her best to focus on her watch, and not on the blissful snores of her party who are all cuddled together. Lucky fucks.

" You’re cold, " says the gruff voice of @trinketh , as Yasha. Probably here to relieve her of her watch. " Come here. "

Beau blinks at the offer. " Me -- ? Uh, yeah. Sure. " Hey, she'd be a fool to argue, right? Still, she feels awkward as she sidles up to the aasimar's side. " You uh. You here to keep watch? "

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yasha speaks, and then quickly busies herself with getting settled in -- it'd be dumb for beau to turn down the offer, so she tries not to bother with being worried about it . . . and mostly succeeds.

she puts an arm around beau as the other woman settles close, keeping the warmth close between them. yasha tends to retain a lot of body heat -- a nice little perk that's stuck around, no matter how many of the other ones she's lost over time. "yeah," she remembers to respond, eyes scanning the area around them. "traded slots with caleb, he'll do the sunrise chunk." the fact that she has darkvision had made that a pretty easy sell for the human wizard, to be sure.

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life is just a series of sidequests until you're strong enough to fight your dad.

independent ,  private ,  selective .  adaine abernant of fantasy high . sideblog to erzmagier & kestrael .  written by katie  ( she/they ,  25+ ) .  template . art .

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It's true, one of their favorite sounds in this world is their own voice talking. Call them vain for it, they don't care. Once they'd only been able to mumble one word in common -- now, they were learning new words daily. They were learning quite a lot nowadays, both about themself and the world.

Yasha is included in that -- softspoken, intimidating Yasha. His story fades as he lays his head in her lap, and relishes in the way she places the flower in his hair so carefully.

" S'okay, " Mollymauk says. They watch her for a moment, smile turning playfully curious. " Where'd you go just then? Looks like you were contemplating the world in that flower just now. "

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"who knows, maybe i was," she responds, devolving into just playing with his hair rather than doing anything in particular to it. she knows that he won't mind -- and she does everything in her power not to dislodge the flower she'd just placed there.

she shrugs after a moment -- if she can explain herself a little bit more with anyone in the world, it's mollymauk. "wanted to see if there was anything wrong with it." there wasn't, of course, but something about it just hadn't felt right to save for zuala. it was perfect for putting in molly's hair though -- another good use for a pretty flower. she'd have to find another one before they moved the circus, if there were any more to be found.

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HE   WINCES   IN   SYMPATHY,   and   uses   his   bottle   to   wet   a   cloth.   " Apologies, "   he   says,   " I   will   clean   them   first,   but   then-   I   have   some   salve   that   should   ease   the   pain. "

With   meticulous   care,   he   starts   cleaning   their   wounds,   all   the   more   cautious   for   knowing   the   process   will   sting.   He   apologizes   again   if he   prompts any winces.

" I   .   .   .   greatly   appreciate   what   you   did   for   me, "   he   says,   " You   are   a   very   skilled   fighter. "   That   much   is   obvious,   but   he   hopes   the   positive   words   will   help   distract from the pain.

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yasha works hard to control her breathing as he cleans her wounds, to avoid yelling as best she can -- the last thing they need right now is for more people to find them, as injured as yasha is. but of course essek can tell -- they are so near to each other, after all.

" yeah, i -- i've got a lot of practice. " it's intended to be a joke, but her deadpan is as even as it ever is -- it's easier than anything else to retreat back into that when she's in pain.

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she makes a little bit of a face at him when he smirks at her  –  she can hardly help herself .  she is quiet and reserved ,  and she always has been  –  or ,  at least ,  has been so as long as she’s had cognizance .  she likes to watch and she likes to listen ,  to learn in any way that she can .  she wonders if her parents were more like that ,  before what happened to them  –  she assumes that her father was ,  at least .  but she’ll never ask ,  she knows better than to put either of them in that situation .

“ either of them have the same … interference as i do sometimes ? ”  she has never come across another sorcerer with the surges that she occasionally suffers through ,  though she continues to research the subject when she has the chance to do so .  the access to information that she has in rexxentrum is hard to beat  –  with astrid on the assembly ,  caleb at the academy ,  and beau at the reserve ,  she has the ability to look anywhere she may need .  but research and meeting people are far from the same thing .

rune’s   magic   has   always   been   unpredictable,   to   say   the   least.         she   is   incredibly   powerful   and   gifted      —      but   that   gift   often   comes   with   a   price.      caleb   imagines   it   is   lonely,   being   so   very   different   and   volatile   compared   to   the   other   casters   surrounding   her      —      most   of   whom   are   wizards   or   paladins   in   rexxentrum,   with   control   over   their   spells   and   arcane   abilities   near   and   dear   to   their   work   or   worship.

“      not   quite,      ”            he   answers   gently,   adding   the   sliced   and   diced   vegetables   into   the   soup   pot   to   sizzle   and   soften.            “      the   one   at   the   academy   has   draconic   blood      —      immensely   powerful,   but   .   .   .      as   you   well   know,   that   can   come   with   its   own   pitfalls.      the   other   has   divine   connections,   it   would   seem      —      though   we’re   still   trying   to   work   out   the   intricacies   of   all   that.      ”

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rune isn't surprised, not really -- her kind of sorcery seems to be very rare indeed. maybe one day she will be lucky and meet another like herself -- but she is less desperate for it than she was when she was younger. vinlia -- erlkönig -- bodie . . . they don't need to have the same magic to travel with her, to understand her, to love her. she takes another cookie.

" there seems to be no easy way to be a sorcerer , " she murmurs before taking a bite of this new cookie. " i'm glad that they both have you. " as she had him when she was young. now, she's come to terms with the way that she is -- save for in moments when it causes unintended harm to herself and to others.

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elias has been bouncing off of the walls all day long -- what else is a young boy to do, when it's been raining for nearly a week? he wants to run around, to play -- and his indoor games aren't fun any more.

it helps that @seeliecourt is home now -- elias now has a new and favorite person to focus on. so it's not long after evandrin changes out of his armor and takes a seat that his son clambers into his lap for snuggles and attention, giggling the entire time.

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a lot of thoughts about adaine who is both "i don't need to go to school to be an oracle i already am an oracle" and "it feels weird to name a spell after myself so let's write spells named after and for each other" at the same time

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👫 ( jess and dex / cathaedra )

jess and dex have twin children early in their marriage : robert ( robbie ) and rose ( rosie ) . rosie is immediately a daddy's girl, even when she was still inside of jess. robbie is far more attached to both of his parents equally -- but he's attached to rosie most of all .

it was more than a little disheartening for jess for a time, when dex would have a difficult time articulating that he loved her using the exact words. but they taled it through, and settled on two alternatives. one : a different phrase that they both know and agree means " i love you " . two : the classic " three hand squeezes means i love you, four hand squeezes means i love you too " . it works perfectly well for them.

dex was present for jess' first ever rage, and it was a surprise for them both. but even in her shock as the rage wore off, she was never worried that dex would reject or dislike her for it -- though the realization that she wasn't worried came as as much of a surprise as the rage itself.

jess never invited herself to any meet-ups or parties with dex's friends. she starts to hang out with them once she is invited, and solidifies herself with them when, after getting a drink spilled on her, she burst out laughing and told dex to give her a hug. she'd hang out with them any day, happily.

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👫 elias and evandrin

whenever possible, elias likes to get ready for his day alongside evandrin. he loves to feel included, for one, and also thinks that everything his papa does is the coolest and wants to do the same. ( this includes his dad as well -- delighted to be around them both ) .

looking just like evandrin is a massive point of pride for elias while his papa is alive -- being his mini-me is the best. after evandrin's loss, it is far more difficult to bear.

in the years the elias was " alone " in cathmoíra with eaedalus and his family, sometimes, in the quiet of his room at night, elias would talk to evandrin in elvish, even if he never thinks that his atar can hear him ( i leave that up to your discretion ) . he tells evandrin about how much he misses him, how much he misses zerxus, how school is going -- anything he would have told him if he were in person.

once in the astral sea, elias clings to evandrin like his life depends on it. if he can help it, he will never have his papa out of his sight again, especially as they work to find a way to free zerxus.