So, do you guys ever think about how, when Eris becomes High Lord, he sleeps for days and weeks. To the point where Azriel gets really worried about him. But it’s just his nervous system coming out of fight or flight for the first time in over five hundred years, and finally—finally—he feels safe.
The most devastating thing that will ever be said to Eris Vanserra won't come from Lucien, any of his brothers, or his mother.
It will come from Beron, bleeding out on the polished wood floor from the ash dagger buried in his gut. As the light is fading from his eyes, he will fix his gaze onto his eldest son and heir, smile, and whisper through bloodied teeth: "I'm so proud of you."
Glassblowing is an Autumn Court tradition and a rite of passage. Tutors and Masters of Magic use the ancient artform to teach firelings to channel and direct their power, to build stamina and encourage grace and form. To direct and control their magic. Deep breaths in and exhale. Push through and ignite, then retract and cool.
Even the humblest of homes feature stained glass windows and doors, or a skylight. The temples are awash in color and light that mimic the gemstone forests.
Over the years, Eris has forged seven panels, all on display in his private chambers. The last one features the sun.
Some more Autumn Court worldbuilding inspired by this post I made.
Autumn faeries and sprites make patterns and symbols on the forest floor using leaves, sticks, berries, and rocks, and some of these patterns can span out several yards. It's unknown why they do this: some people theorize its the sprites' way to tell stories, some say it's they're curses made to hurt and trap those who trespass. They also carve or paint symbols and patterns onto trees, and form faerie arches over a path.
Eris Vanserra whose eyes are the same amber as the tree resins found in the depths of Autumn's forests.
Eris Vanserra who is long-limbed and uncannily tall and moves with willowing motions.
Eris Vanserra with a scent like oud, like agarwood, like the balsam sap that leaks from old trees: earthen and woody and green. Eris Vanserra whose anger smells like woodsmoke—like burning.
Eris Vanserra who can hear moss grow and scent the harvest coming and feel fish swimming in the rivers like they're in his own arteries.
Eris Vanserra who is of the land, and of the forest, and therefore is not fully separate from it.
I go feral every time for that lankily framed, snarky mouthed, dressed to the 9's character.
who you just know has pretty hands. hng.
and has mastered that sneer-smirk that conveys cruelty but you wanna kinda kiss their mouth.
and the fabulous hair. don't forget.
and loyal to the ones they choose after they finally let themselves.
did i mention the kind of cruel edge that makes you want to wipe the smirk off their face and pin them down to prove you've won, but they just smirk some more like they have the upper hand and are having a great ol' time and ahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHH.
that is all.
Loki, cardan greenbriar, eris vanserra you little hoe, I'm totally not atleast talking about you three.
Eris is a control freak, and it shows in every aspect of his life: his meticulously organized apartment in the Forest House, his strict daily schedule—planned down to the minute—with advisor briefings and tours across the Autumn Court, and the way he steers conversations with political envoys toward subjects that serve him best.
And that’s why, the first time they fall into bed together, Eris ties Azriel up—because he can’t afford to give up control, not in a moment that vulnerable, and certainly not to the Spymaster of the Night Court.
Anywho, that's how they both find out that Azriel has a serious kink for being dominated!
Eris Vanserra, Future High Lord of Autumn (Free Day) for @erisweek2023
If this art looks familiar, it may be because this piece was created by one of my super close friends @jessicafongarts (twitter / bsky), who is the cover artist for the Poison Ivy Comics for DC Comics!!! Thank you for letting me commission you even though you are constantly slammed.
She has not read ACOTAR, but I asked her what she thought of Eris.
When I read about him, I thought: He's like a mozzarella stick fried twice- Hot, looks good, but it'll fuck up your body and make you ask yourself why you keeping eating more.
Whenever you enter Lucien's or Eris's tag, you have to prepare yourself to either read the hottest description of these two or the most heart-wrenching moment they have suffered (or headcanon).
Pairing: Azriel x Eris
Rating: Explicit
Summary: AU where Eris is a fashion designer. Azriel, reluctantly, becomes his model.
Or two bitter exes try to stay professional for a few hours (they can’t lol).
A small excerpt below:
"Something wrong?" Eris asked, ignoring how Azriel had taken off the jacket and was now in a tank top, showing off his arms. He absolutely wasn’t interested.
"How do you want him?" Andras asked thoughtfully.
Eris nearly choked. "Excuse me?"
Andras looked up at him calmly, blinking. "The model. I think I’ve got the vibe, but I need to know exactly what you’re going for."
Eris wanted Azriel naked, preferably under or on top of him. Or kneeling, apologizing. Neither of those things were happening, so he had to wrestle his brain back into working order and think of an actual answer.
"Untamed," he said hoarsely, clearing his throat. "Sharp. Unyielding. Difficult."
Azriel shot him a dirty look, but Eris ignored him.
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