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lunaetis · 1 year

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@avaere asked :

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

For eula and Tartaglia :')

↪ 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ . || accepting

─「エウルア」─ they live in two different worlds.

she was the heir to the family of tyrant, the name that shouldered a curse following her every footsteps. a kind of stench that could not be washed away. she was a knight of favonius, held tightly onto the DETERMINATION to prove herself different from the name she carried. the blade within her hand witnessed a sworn oath to protect MONDSTADT despite the people looking at her with disgust and hatred. she was a knight through and through, how her sword was always at the ready to strike down any threat coming to her homeland.

he was a HARBINGER, far far from home. the land of winter he came, donning the cloak of power and brand of cryo archon. the boy who once fell into the ABYSS, the very place that robbed him of the light within his eyes, and blessed him with a power that felt like a curse all on its own. blood of a warrior, a survivor, a boy who was forced to grow up faster than one could prepare. now, he stood a man loyal to the tsaritsa, with his entirety pledged to her VISION.

yet, somehow, they had found their ways to each other under the snowy mountain of dragonspine.

side by side, the SHADOWS they cast behind them under the moonlight and countless stars had merged into one. neither was a stranger to the freezing climate surrounding them. one with the vision resembling the same element, and one had grown up in the harsh winter for so long to be bothered by it. that, and the WARMTH from the person next to them was all they would ever need to feel alive.

the stars were magnificent, however, what they both got entirely lost in were each other's eyes.

his lips were more intoxicating than any alcohol she ever consumed.

breaths were caught in her lungs, and the KNIGHT let herself be swept by the current that was his waves. they had kissed before, many times, but tonight it was different in so many ways, in ways that she would allow him to take control and surrender her very self into his hold. warnings and advices from her peers and friends be naught, for no one was there underneath the stars with her except him. hearing the sound of her name whispered so breathlessly against their connected lips made her push forward in the same rhythm as his, as though neither of them was willing to PART from the kiss at all. that air was a second need compares to each other's taste.

dual-colored hues were hazy when she gazed up at him, only then had she realized their CLOTHING had been disheveled, their hands desperately wanting to feel more of the other. she was watching in awe as the harbinger removed his jacket, allowing for his battle-worn body to be displayed before her eyes.

eula didn't know when she had removed her own gloves, but bare fingers made contact to his scar-ridden form for the first time, and she felt him SHUDDER. he was nothing short of a war beast, a thought that crossed her clouded mind as her fingers mapped down his form, as though she was admiring a piece of art and perhaps she did. the grooves of his muscles, the countless scars littered his frame. this was the body of a HARBINGER, the enemy of the nation.

she traced her lips following where her hand had been, kissing her way down as though exploring the territory unknown, but felt like HOME all the same. it was a journey she wanted to get herself lost in, taking the scent of war, of bloodshed, while filling her mind with him. his fingers were cold initially, as they roamed over her now exposed flesh and it was her turn to shudder in pleasure and delight feeling his mouth on her shoulder.

did that leave a mark ? how she wished he left his marks on her.

her back arched, the warmth of his skin pressing to her own without any ounce of clothing in place brought a foreign yet blissful sensation to her. everywhere his fingers roamed, everywhere he laid his touch, the knight felt her skin burning in its wake, as he left traces of him everywhere he went. he touched her like she was something fragile, like she was going to BREAK should he not be careful. it was the first time anyone handled her with utmost care. it was the first time she felt so loved in the arms of the person whose title supposed to be her enemy.

and she whimpered his name, breathlessly, desperately, like a PLEAD, and he responded in turn. since when did her NAME sound like a prayer when uttered from those burning lips ? his hand came to her own, and she marveled over how different they were compared to hers. while her own was also rough from the training, his was much more calloused and decorated with scars. she had never felt his hand wholly without his gloves before. yet again, another FIRST. yet again, something she would burn into her memory.

slender digits filled the gap between his fingers with her own, and she brought his BATTLE-WORN KNUCKLES to her lips, so close that her lashes were brushing against them as she kissed each and single one of those bruised knuckles with utter affection. these were the hands of the man she loves with all her heart, the hands of the man who had found it in himself to accept a tainted heiress like herself. it mattered not that these hands were soaked in CRIMSON before, or how many lives they had taken. it mattered not they were going to face reality in the day to come. at this very moment, at least, she was his.

she wanted him to leave his marks on her, so no one else can claim her. no one else other than him.

his lips found hers once more, and their tongues intertwined in a dance of passion. how many times could someone fall for another ? the KNIGHT CAPTAIN wasn't sure, though she was certain tonight was the night she would fall for him all over again. deeper, this time. fingers tread themselves through his ginger locks, and eyes half-lidded, dazed in the HEAT they both succumbed to. it felt right being in his embrace, it felt right feeling his hands on her skin, feeling his skin on hers. when their eyes connected, breaths released in foggy exhales, she murmured his name, only to be given a NEW one under his own breath.

" ajax ... " it sounded almost alien to her tongue, yet, it was that moment she felt she had seen HIM for him. not as the fatui harbinger, not as a warrior from snezhnaya, not as a diplomat in liyue.

but him, as himself, the one who fell into the abyss, the one who survived.

both her hands gently cradled his expression, thumb tenderly rubbing over his cheek, memorizing the way his azure hues looked at her so adoringly, and her own gaze was one of total smitten. their lips clashed to one another, tongues seeking each other's taste and she moaned into the kiss, repeating the NAME he had gifted her with, like a secret, like a promise. their hands slid downwards, mapping every curves of each other, and she felt her breath caught in her lungs when he found places that brought overwhelming pleasure running through her form. her reaction was unlike her, and she felt vulnerable under his very touch. but at the same time, she felt safe, she felt LOVED. how she so willingly let him explore every corners of her body, spreading that fire in its wake, making her sing his name over and over.

now she understood why it's called love making.

a panting gasp ripped itself from her lungs, disappearing into the frozen night air but even the cold cannot touch them now. not when her very breath was stolen by the press of his lips, and she burned the memory of his skin, his body through her fingertips and mouth. burn the addicting taste of his skin to her tongue. closer, deeper, until there was no gap in between them, until they became inseparable, even if it's just for TONIGHT.

tonight, she was his, and he was hers.

ajax ... my ajax ...

#avaere #.answered #.answered meme #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#.suggestive tw #[ i don't think this warrants the read more or n.sfw tag but #i'm putting it under read more bc of length HLKJHJLLK #i DID SAY I WAS GONNA ' ATTEMPT ' & i feel like i could make it more spicy #if i wanted to #but i wanted to focus on the feelings the very act invoked more than the act itself #i took the liberty to add how this is the first time he told her his real name bC IT'S FITTING SO FORGIVE ME FOR THAT #I JUST FEEL IT'S A PERFECT MOMENT #i ALSO HAVE NO ICON TO JUSTIFY THIS SO NO ICON IT IS #this had been on my mind since i woke up so here you go aven i HOPE IT'S GOOD ENOUGH EVEN THO IT'S NOT AS SPICY AS I INTENDED IT #BUT IT'S INTIMATE & FULL OF LOVE ]

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lunaetis · 1 year

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greeting.

" what ... is ... her ... name. "

the exchange echoed in the silent corridor. two figures ( @avaere ) stood in the empty hallway, one back facing another, piercing eyes poking holes in the younger ones. arguments, or confrontations between harbingers weren't uncommon. all of them had their own agenda, and all of them had their own methods in achieving the ultimate goal set by the tsaritsa herself. the cryo archon never questioned their decisions or plans, she never INTERFERED with the missions once given. whatever approaches her harbingers wished to use, as long as it brought results, they were allowed.

no matter the bloodshed, no matter the sacrifices.

disagreements between the ranks were expected, and how each and every single one of them decided to solve it, it was to no care of the cryo empress, either. so one could say the scene that unfolded wasn't anything FOREIGN to any of them, not to mention, the doctor always has ways to strike a nerve of his peers without even trying. it was his gift along with that brilliant, twisted mind.

but this whole exchange seemed more personal than most. was it curiosity ? or was it something DOTTORE had taken interest in as of late ? one could never understand him fully, nor any had tried to do so. he was a genius in his own right, with a mind so warped that normal logic cannot hope to understand. that was what made him the greatest asset to the fatui, as well as the greatest threat all in one.

to be able to keep such dangerous individual in-line, the tsaritsa was certainly on a level above and beyond any of them.

lone figure kept themselves in the SHADOW, merely observing the conversation ( if it could be called that ) with high interest. the second harbinger was the sharpest out of them, perhaps there was something to be taken from his suspicion ? every single detail of the words thrown back and forth were memorized and analyzed within the mind. from third person's perspective, one could observe things the parties involved couldn't.

traveling light. the second layer.

this wasn't the first time the DOCTOR had this conversation with the eleventh. the last time they were gathered, the meeting to discuss the latest strategy they were going to employ, the update after the EXPERIMENT within the nation of knowledge. perhaps, the youngest didn't realize the recent development, either ? how dottore had made an agreement with the dendro archon by sacrificing all his segments to obtain the ELECTRO GNOSIS. even with such a brilliant mind, he still couldn't recreate them in moment's time.

that means ... the one confronting tartaglia right now was the real one, and he had picked up something others didn't.

stringing the words and clues together. the breezy wine comment he made in the previous meeting, the distraction and distrust, foreign mountains, and now ... the second layer. childe is assigned to be stationed in LIYUE, however, it had been noted by the fatui members stationed in mondstadt to have caught sight of the ginger within the city walls itself. while it wouldn't be uncommon for one to travel to nearby nations, somehow his behavior had caught the attention of the second. the location near LIYUE that would require an extra layer.

lips quirked into a silent smile.

the FROZEN MOUNTAIN was harsh and unforgiving, especially during the time that had just passed new year, its aggressiveness almost rivaling eternal winter that is snezhnaya. the knight captain, however, could not say much in comparison for she had never been to the LAND OF WINTER itself, only basing her opinion and knowledge from a certain harbinger when he talked about his homeland. the nation ruled and governed by the ice queen who had loved too deeply that she lost the warmth to feel for others anymore. the LAWRENCE spun on her heels, completing the routine movement next to the frozen lake she was practicing next to.

clap clap clap.

the sound of the gloved hands coming together made her jolt, claymore instantly summoned into her grasp for she didn't realize ANOTHER PRESENCE upon the snowy mountain at all. how could one mask their aura and presence so perfectly ? she didn't even hear the sound of footsteps against the snow-covered grass, either. how —

thick cloak fluttered behind the figure as they pushed off the tree supporting their weight and gracefully descended the small hill. each movement was precise, deadly, soundless like a feline and LETHAL like a predator. a walk of confidence. despite the echoing claps they were giving, the knight captain didn't feel anything close to delight. if anything, a sense of dread ran down her spine.

this person ... is dangerous.

" now now, don't look so wary. i'm just here for a chat. " silence between them was broken by a voice cutting through the storm itself. " pardon my late introduction. " gloved hand lifted upwards, and once again, lips quirked into a grin.

" arlecchino, the fourth of the fatui harbingers — "

" — pleased to meet your acquaintances, eula lawrence. "

#.memory fragments #.[ arlecchino ]#.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ hi aven :333 #i WOKE UP #READ YOUR DRABBLE #& HAD THIS IDEA IMMEDIATELY #SO HERE TAKE THIS OFFERING HJKLJHLHJK #IT'S A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACES BUT I NEED TO WRITE IT #WHILE THE IDEA IS STILL FRESH SO #:3333333333 #WE'RE LITERALLY WRITING A STORY ARC NOW & I'M LOVING IT HJLKHJHJK ]

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lunaetis · 1 year

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@avaere asked :

There is a letter addressed to no one else than Eula Lawrence, her named written with such pristine caution, yet scribbled by the hand of someone whose writing has been neglected for the sake of weaponry;

"Dear Eula,

The lantern rite is growing near and i find myself far more occupied on these busy days. Swirling around in the street is various food, stalls pulling up, readying themselves to partake in Liyue's highlight. You would enjoy this, I am certain; maybe we could share drinks under the lanterns some day? To walk the pier of Liyue alongside you would do me well.

I miss you, and the days without you grow tedious.

In moments of solitude I find myself dreaming back to our heated moment in the moment. The memory of your lips against mine, hands on my chest, keep me warm on nights the cold prove bothersome; I have never felt such belonging as the one I found within our entangled hands, lusting bodies.

Next time I want to feel all of you, over and over again. I want your hands around my shoulders, your breath mixed with mine... even writing this makes my chest ache with desire, longing.

Would you meet me in Liyue for the lantern rite? For you I would make time, all the time you'd want and need. I would show you the beauty of the Land of Mora, even though it falls bleak in comparison to you, and we could wish together under the lanterns (I will show you how).

The way you uttered my name under your breath still rests with me on lonely nights... It keeps me company for the time being, making sure nightly hours go by faster.

I hope to see you,

I will wait for you in Liyue.

Yours truly,

Ajax."

LANTERN RITE ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ heels clicked against the street lined with cobblestone, making a rather distinct sound as the KNIGHT CAPTAIN stepped out of the ordo favonius headquarter. the latest expedition and mission had been a success and with the report itself being given to the acting grandmaster, the lawrence heir paused her step for a moment, pondering her next move now that she was given a bit of a FREE TIME after a long mission. the knight had sent her team members back to their homes, knowing how their families would want every second they could give now that they were back in mondstadt. the night air was, in a way, quite comforting. dual-colored hues lifted upwards, only to take notice of something.

a ... bird ? a HAWK ... no, a falcon was flying over her way. it took eula a few moments to realize that it indeed was heading towards her that she held out her arm, allowing the winged creature to land safely in a graceful perch. what caught her attention was an envelop tied to its leg. she could make out the front of it that addressed with her name.

" you have something for me ? " the FALCON itself seemed friendly enough, as she carefully untie the envelop from its leg, walking over to the nearby bench and letting the winged hunter perch on the armrest while she focused her attention to the envelop at hand.

at first glance, while she didn't immediately recognize the handwriting as someone she knew, the way her NAME was written in such care was more than enough to have her heart race a little. there was a sense of anticipation as she opened it, eyes scanning the content of the letter and absorbing each word carefully. she could feel her heart thumping louder the more she went on, the more she took in the written words filled with emotions as though she could hear his VOICE so close to her ears.

gloved digits gently traced over the words written by a hand that was used to hold a WEAPON than a pen. archons ... she missed him. reading his hand-written letter like this, she wanted nothing more to see him once again. how it had been weeks ever since their last meeting. since when had she grown so impatient when it comes to their absence ? as it seemed, she wasn't the only one feeling that yearn after their night of intimacy. how she could still feel the warmth of his fingers against her skin, the words of love whispered so ardently under the foggy mountain and snowy landscape. how he held her so carefully, treating her like she was his TREASURE rather than a soul damned by the past like those around her would.

" lantern rite ... " she remembered that, remembered the time dated back a year ago when she saw the floating lights in the distance while she stood upon THE TOP OF DRAGONSPINE, remembered the way his form stood right next to her and telling her about the festival celebrated in liyue. she still even recalled wondering why he was there by her side instead of celebrating it with those he knew in the land of contract itself. the question, of course, was never uttered even now. she only had a few guesses on her end.

it was the first time she saw him smile a little differently from his blood-thirsted one.

" had it already been a year ... ? " time sure flies. thinking back to their FIRST MEET, surely the aristocrat wouldn't have thought their relationship would take such a turn. many things changed during the year, and her lips couldn't help thinning as she gazed warmly over the yearnful words he conveyed through his handwriting.

for you i would make time, all the time you'd want and need.

aah ... her eyes were BURNING slightly when she read this. he was the only one who had made her priority, he was the only one who would treat her as though she was something special, as though she was his whole world and words were stuck in her throat as she inhaled sharply. how was it possible that everything he did was making her heart race like this ? the LAWRENCE HEIR could never explain it.

but ...

gloved digits came to caress over the crimson sigil she had been wearing on her person ever since the day he gifted it to her. he had always been the one who came to her. he RETURNED to her after a long journey back home to the land of winter, and he sought her out in the city of mondstadt itself when he couldn't find her in the snowy mountain. that was why ... she wanted to go to him.

tenderly and carefully, she folded the letter and put it back into the envelop, gathering the WINTER FALCON perching next to her. she scratched the bird of prey's head gently as though to thank the creature for delivering this letter to her before heading back to her living quarter. she had a letter to write.

the SNOW FALCON was once again seen flying through the sky of liyue after a successful delivery to the LAND OF FREEDOM. as it returned to its master, however, this time, carried with it was a unique envelop containing a specific sigil belonging to the SPINDRIFT KNIGHT. upon the front of the envelop itself was the name ajax written in blue ink, the very color of the lawrence heir as the content of the letter itself was unfolded to the eyes of the reader.

dearest ajax,

thank you for your letter. i have received it safely. such a wonderful companion you have there. winter falcons are said to be extremely difficult to tame and train, yet i am not surprised that you manage to do so.

your skills in taming wild animals aside, i have to admit that when i first plan to write a reply, i had thought of detailing my feelings for you and how your absence had been felt so dearly by me. how you had been occupying my thoughts, in wake and slumber, or how despite myself being accustomed to the cold weather, not feeling you here with me had affected me in ways i couldn't put into words.

that, and i hardly think that even having been educated and given various classes as to how should conduct oneself and express oneself through words and written form, i am certain there is no known vocabulary i possess within my knowledge could convey the ardent feeling i have for you. any words i could choose would pale in comparison to what i hold in my heart.

i want to show you the extent of my feeling in person, for you to see the way my eyes would glimmer just a little brighter as you had light up the world for me, the way my cheeks would rise in temperature when our hands made contact, or the way i'd have no control of my heart increasing in its rhythm in your presence. i want tell you the depth of my love for you that words cannot hope to capture.

the lantern i had seen with you last year upon the mountain of dragonspine, i want to see them with you again and make that wish together.

ajax ... my ajax ...

please wait for me.

this time, i will be the one to come to you.

eternally yours,

eula lawrence

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ i WAS SO DETERMINED TO GET THIS DONE -BEFORE- THE LANTERN RITE #I HAD BEEN WANTING TO GET TO IT FOR DAYS #but i'M GLAD I MADE IT IN TIME #also omg i'm so mad at beta editor bc i accidentally press ctrl+z while writing this #& IT ATE THE WHOLE LAST PART OF MY REPLY INCLUDING THE LETTER I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN OUT #SO I HAD TO REWRITE THE WHOLE THING & IT'S NOT THE SAME BUT HJLKHJLKHJKL I HOPE IT'S STILL GOOD #TUMBLR I S2G WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME #BUT YES LOOKIT ME BREAKING MY WRITER'S BLOCK BY WRITING THESE TWO #writing abt them makes me so happy cries thank you aven ]#.long post

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lunaetis · 1 year

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his journey home and back had been long as it had carried the harbinger far away from the biting plains of the snowcovered mountains deep within snezhnaya, and up familiar roads to a camp which had been... empty.

days on his feet, tartaglia hadn't expected to be traveling behind mondstadt's walls, his travelling attire still wrapped around him. yet, he saw no other option. for while the campfire was there alongside the residue of their hideout, there was no traces of the swordswoman. where, oh where would a lawrence go when the stars came out and the campfire died down?

he had never quite embraced the bard at the bar's floor. there was something about the singing fellow that irked the harbinger, yet somehow managed to entertain him at the same time. perhaps it was the way the bard's eyes drew to the heavy boots that made their mark on the wooden floor, or how they seemed to ignite in a mischievous glimmer at the sight of his rather obvious attire. he was a harbinger, after all, who hadn't heard of him?

or maybe... it was how the bard changed the tune on his lyre, from playful to gentle (almost sweet and romantic) as tartaglia made his way over to the familiar, homely sight of a face his heart reached out to.

"my ... what are we drinking tonight?" lips turned into an adoring, smitten, smile as tartaglia sat down onto the bench across eula. with their distance finally having come to a closure (for now), he was quick to raise a gloved hand towards her, first removing the glass which had been sipped on prior to his arrival, then reaching out to cup her cheek. there, a thumb would grace her cheek, voice warm as he gazed into eyes; " i'm home, eula. "

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ it had always been cold close to new year.

she could see the look of concern glazing those AMBER HUES of her best friend when she turned down the invitation to join them in the celebration of lights that were only around the corner. the festive air had never been her thing, as she knew full well any JOYOUS OCCASION was better spent without her presence. after all, who would want someone who reminded them of the torturous time they had spent under the ruling of a tyrant ? the knight understood it well, and she also knew that her friend meant well.

for their sake, it's better that she spent the night alone.

the thought of trekking the snowy mountain of dragonspine came to mind. there, she would usually find peace and comfort in silence. yet, it was to no surprise that she hadn't been up there for many a night now. when was the last time she visited the peak of the snow-covered mountain ? she couldn't remember well.

the ABSENCE of someone had made that place much lonelier than she remembered.

the lawrence heir found herself escaping to the local tavern she had frequented, retreating from the eyes of public and occupied the INNERMOST CORNER TABLE so that her being here wouldn't disrupt anyone's time. the taste of alcohol and the effect it brought seemed to quiet her troubled mind. maybe, it'd be better if she had retreated from the city during those winter celebration. she didn't belong in such atmosphere. the laughter, the blessings, a damned soul like herself should know her place.

gloved digits came to caress over the crimson insignia she had worn over her left chest, and the organ inside ached dully. how long had it been since she had seen him ? the silence was deafening, that was why she couldn't bear seeing the empty campfire they used to share.

but it was a voice that snapped her out of her reverie.

a question, a greet, one that upon hearing that familiar voice alone was enough to have her heart skip a beat. the sight of a HARBINGER came into view, donned in thick traveling coat and snow-tainted boots. his attire alone spoke of the distance he had traveled, the miles he crossed from one nation to the other, the exhaustion presented in his very form, or even the SNOW clinging to his clothing was proof of where he had been, and that he had not stopped ever since —

" tar ... taglia ... ? " even her own voice sounded unsure, as though him appearing right before her was that of a dream she had conjured up in her own mind. and she had, so many times prior. so many times that she thought this was also her own yearn playing tricks on her once again. that is, until his gloved digits found their ways to her cheek. the warmth spreading from his heated glove a reminder and a PROOF that he was real. the realization of it all made her lose her own voice for a moment, only hearing her heart pounding against her ribcage as though it was recognizing how its owner had returned.

" i'm home, eula. "

home, he said. not simply i'm back. him, who had literally returned to his BIRTHPLACE and his rightful home away from here. yet, he said that he was home as their eyes connected.

they say home is where the heart is. was that why she felt like she never had a home ? not within the walls of mondstadt, not upon the freezing peak of dragonspine, not in her travels to borders and other nations. only ... only when he was here. only now that she ever felt like she belonged. in his warmth, in his touch, within his reach.

gently, her gloved hand came to clasp over his own, pressing it tighter to his cheek and she closed her eyes momentarily, as though to reaffirm to herself that he really was here. like a child having found the person she had been searching for. quietly, she pressed her lips to the middle of his palm. a tender, yearnful kiss lingered there for a long, long time. at that very moment, she felt nothing but him.

" welcome home, tartaglia. " and with you, i am too.

from the DRAGONSPINE'S PEAK, one would be able to see the fireworks in the distant, coming from the city of mondstadt as the year came to a close. for many years, the KNIGHT had watched those explosive lights from various locations; up close upon the secret spot near the church, the quiet area near brightcrown canyon overseeing the cider lake behind the city itself, or even this very same snowy atmosphere she was right at this moment. as the END OF THE YEAR drew near, one chapter was ending and a new beginning was to be formed. every year, she would remind herself who she was, who she strived to be despite the others' opinion, just so that she wouldn't lose sight of herself. year after year, without fail.

my name is eula lawrence. i am a knight of favonius.

this year, however, instead of a reminder, it was a confession.

a silent, wordless confession made as her lips were claimed by the same person who owned her very heart. the countless stars above them their only witness.

my name is eula lawrence.

and i am in love with a harbinger.

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ gOD I FINALLY GOT TO THIS #IT HAD BEEN SITTING IN MY ASK FOR A MONTH #I WANTED TO GET TO THIS ON CHRISTMAS BUT I GOT BUSY #THEN I TRIED TO WRITE IT LAST NIGHT ON NEW YEAR BUT I WAS SO TIRED #I FINALLY GOT IT DONE #okay tbh it was envisioned better in my mind #i don't think i did justice to what i was planning but HJLKHJKHJK i HOPE IT'S A GOOD READ STILL #HIM SAYING ' I'M HOME ' INSTEAD OF ' I'M BACK ' STILL SENT ME #also that small bit in the end was my own personal addition bc i wanted them to have a new year kiss sO INDULGE ME AVEN ]#[ pls pretend today is still new year thank u ]#.long post

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lunaetis · 1 year

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what is a point of being alive when your heart had died along with the one who sacrificed himself for you ? she’d be alive but she wouldn’t be living. she does not want to accept this. she does not want to live in a world where he’s gone. if anything, she’d rather trade her life for his, for he’d have many who’d weep for him, for he’d have his family who are awaiting his return, he’d have so many to weep for him. she has no one to return to. she has no one who would love her the way he does. this isn’t a kind of ending she’d want, this isn’t a kind of conclusion she’d want for this war.

for without him, she has no heart. so what would she live for ?

#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ tumblr cut off my tags bUT THIS IS BASICALLY THE GIST OF IT #THIS ISN'T WHAT SHE WANTED SHE'LL ALWAYS BELIEVE HIS LIFE IS WORTH MORE THAN HERS #BC HE HAS PPL WAITING FOR HIM BACK HOME #WHO WOULD SHE RETURN TO WHEN SHE GO BACK TO MONDSTADT ? WITHOUT HIM --- IT'S ALL MEANINGLESS #THE WORLD IS EMPTY SO WHAT'D GOOD TO BE ALIVE FOR ??? ]

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lunaetis · 2 years

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" can i kiss you again ?" steps came to a halt in the frozen path, tartaglia awaiting eula's response.

words tasted foreign to the harbinger, romance and affection not having been present in his life. sure enough, he had dreamed of princesses and knights when he was younger, a mere child, but reality and the responsibility of a grown individual wavered so far from much ideas. there was no room for princesses, nor happily ever afters, in a world which was slowly dying. he was no knight, he was a harbinger, ready at the hand of the tsaritsa, no questions asked. whatever she deemed necessary, tartaglia would be within seconds.

it had always been his beloved country and his beloved leader, and while such loyalty remained strong, ajax now found himself in a position he had never quite imagined himself. the man, not the harbinger, found himself face to face with someone who challenged his loyalty, just a little bit. how was this going to play out?

" i have to return to snezhnaya for a while."

loyalty. it was a term he had never quite questioned, for there had never been a reason to. the tsaritas' vision was his vision, her dreams were his. he dreamed of a world where she laid her hands around the world, bringing proper clarity to those who had come to stray. so how come he felt his heart sink at the idea of parting with eula, even for just a little while? was it a rebellion of his heart? one where it had begun opposing his mind? and if it was, why was he allow himself to be sucked into it?

"having a kiss from my resting on my lips would make the journey ten times more enjoyable," and certainly twenty times more lonesome, as there'd be parts of the harbinger's waking heart that would be singing its aching lullabies to the snowy mountains of dragonspine. "i'll even ..."

hands shifted up to his jacket, the red ornament on his right falling into his grasp. tug by tug, he began taking it off, placing it in an outstretched hand; " ... give you this as a promise that i will be back, if you'd have it? it'd be a honor for me to see this on a knight of mondstadt." a humored smirk came to.

( hadn't he read something similar in a fairy tale? )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ the words that cut through the coldness of dragonspine came as a surprise, even to the both of them after what happened prior. the LINE had been crossed, an act that tipped the scale of their relationship to the point of no return, yet, for the knight captain herself, she could say for certain that she held absolutely no regret to what went on between them. the softness of his lips against her own was burned into memory. DUAL-COLORED hues landed upon the other as the winter breeze traveled between them.

it wasn’t a request that would be uttered lightly, and even eula knew there must be a reason for it to be posed in that instance. body turned to face him, gaze taking in the sight of the man who had occupied her mind far deeper than she realized. just when and how his presence became so significant to her, she didn’t know. and perhaps, even the HARBINGER knew what was going through in her mind, and the reason came in tow.

“ i have to return to snezhnaya for a while. ”

the sentence caused her heart to tighten. it was like a REMINDER of their different worlds. his loyalty was with the tsaritsa. that was the purposes of fatui harbingers. to carry the will of their ARCHON while her own devotion lies with ordo favonius. the KNIGHT could more or less speculate the need for his return. the news were far and wide, after all, of the death of a harbinger, la signora. all the harbingers would be summoned back for the funeral of their colleague. and, maybe, the counter plan would be in motion, as well.

a step forward was taken, and her hand extended to accept the OFFERED ORNAMENT that had adorn his very person all this time. gloved digits caressed over the item itself, and her mind couldn’t help remembering a fairy tale she had heard a long long time ago, back when she was much younger. how the knight who was sent to fight evil would leave something of his person to the princess he had sworn fealty to, as a vow and a promise for his return. she was no princess, and he was no knight. yet ...

without a word, she reached up to take the ornament adorning her hair. untying the bow-like accessory from the headband she was wearing, the LAWRENCE HAIR quietly took his sturdy hand, and placed it carefully within his palm. guiding his fingers to curl around it, she gave his hand a quiet squeeze. the usually CONFIDENT aristocrat seemed to have lost her words at that very moment. the thought of not finding him upon entering the mountain of dragonspine left a HOLE in her heart. this place ... it wouldn’t be the same without his presence.

as with her place is here, with mondstadt, his place was with his queen, in the LAND faraway from here.

it didn’t matter, however.

“ a good luck charm. ” she said finally, delicate digits squeezing his that held her hairpiece once more. the way her eyes gazed up at him, the way their gazes would lock to one another, it was clear of the longing and agony that were to come with their separation. it was the first time she had ever felt such a way. saying goodbye to people were always difficult, but him ?

dear archons above, she felt like her HEART would be torn from her chest.

with an item of the other in each their grasp, eula reached out her hand to cup his cheek, thumb caressing so tenderly over his skin as though she was memorizing him by touch. they didn’t know how long until they would see each other again, and that UNCERTAINTY was what made it all the more torturing. a soft, quiet exhale was released before the distance between them was gone. long lashes draped over dual-colored hues, and a kiss was what sealed their parting. the tenderness of his lips, the way their bodies pressed so close to one another, only the freezing wind and frozen scenery became their WITNESSES.

of the forbidden words unsaid, of the feeling that kept locked inside of their hearts, of promises and vows.

a promise to return.

a promise to wait.

a kiss to last them until they return to each other’s arms once more.

“ captain eula ! ”

the CALLING caused the person in question to turn around, gaze that had been fixated upon the summit of dragonspine in the distance was then torn away towards the owner of the voice. THE LAWRENCE HEIR pulled her claymore out from the ground, fully spinning herself around as a unique red ornament reflected itself upon the sunlight. the item seemed both fitting and out of place all at the same time, with its crimson color contrasting her overall color scheme and outfit. the ornament rested over her left chest, right above the beating organ within where the chain connected to the nape of her neck. no one had ever known where she had gotten it, some could have sworn they had seen it somewhere before, but none dared to question it.

it had been a while since she stepped foot upon DRAGONSPINE. the absence of someone had turned that place much colder than she had remembered. the knight captain spared one last glance towards the snowy mountain peak, recalling the words exchanged after their lips parted from one another, breathing merged to one.

“ have a safe trip, dear harbinger. ”

she was no princess, but if anyone would be her knight, then, maybe, the man who had braved through the ABYSS itself would be fitting to be called hers. a knight from the abyss with the warrior princess cursed by her own name. a smile appeared on her lips at the thought, before she finally turned her back to the mountain and walked over to her team.

for now, just like the item they had gifted each other. he had her heart within his grasp, and she had his within hers.

as they awaited the time their HEARTS would return to their bodies once more.

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#.long post #[ sLAMS THIS ONTO THE DASH #omg i had this ask in my inbox for so long & i had probably #written a response to it in my mind MANY TIMES #BUT DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO ACTUALLY WRITE IT DOWN UNTIL NOW #& bc the scene in my head was so clear i wanted my writing to be at peak #sO THAT I CAN CONVEY IT PROPER #WHICH I HOPE I DID ??? I LIKE HOW THIS CAME OUT THO HJLHKLL SO I HOPE IT'S WORTH THE WAIT AVEN #GOD THESE TWO ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME I LOVE THEM TO THE MOON & BACK #THEY MAKE ME FEEL THINGS !! LOTS OF THINGS !!#THIS IS SLOW BURN TO THE MAX BUT I LIKE THAT ACHE & LONGING TO IT ALL ]

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Yet another sparring season has come and gone, the harbinger always welcome to battles with a worthy opponent, even more so when it's her steps up against his, racing against one another to prove their worth to themselves.

And yet another scenario where he finds himself in her space, brushing fabric clean of snow, gentle glances sent in the direction of the swordswoman. Like this, she blended so well in with it all. The tall mountains that soared above everyone else, the shimmering show that very much resembled the very gleam in her eyes, the very same he found himself seeking out whenever given the chance. While Tartaglia would normally have sought to nature to rest his weary eyes on, these days they found themselves leaning on Eula more and more, happily so.

With gentle movements, Tartaglia approached Eula, snow crackling beneath his boots as he came to position himself in front of her. Once again he held a gaze for her, admiring her features, a sole hand rising up to the cheek. There, warm fingers would trace across her skin; she was so strong, how was he not supposed to admire her? For every trick he pulled, she was quick to match him.

He liked that. He liked Her.

" You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, Miss Aristocrat. "

Where one would usually find a cold gaze, there was only warm eyes, Tartaglia's thumb caressing the top of her cheekbone, the male struck in awe over her ( much like he had been before, only this time, he had allowed himself to feel if she felt it, too, the way ones face would light up after these intense moments ). Maybe he was ahead of himself, or maybe he was out of place. Yet, there was a part of him that Had to, an intense urge, a silly need to lean in... not close enough for their faces to meet, no, only close enough for their breath to meet in the cold weather. Again he'd let his thumb grace her cheek, eyes resting on her face.

" I just can't keep my eyes off you. "

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ “ i’m worried about you, eula. ”

the words uttered in concern were replayed within the knight captain’s mind after a SPARRING SESSION with one of her favorite opponents. the snow being kicked up as they got caught in their own rhythm of dance no one else could keep up with. they had proved to themselves time and time again how no one could capture each other’s attention the way the other had done. and when her claymore crossed with his hydro blades and polearm, NOTHING reflected within her vision other than him. it was a dance belonging to none but them, their SECRET, their bonding moment, their little world away from others.

the sentence itself was said by the outrider during her last visit to the headquarter of ordo favonius to deliver her REPORT of the current situation of the abyss order and their plans. the words did gain her attention, causing the LAWRENCE HEIR to turn her head with a quizzical look towards the one she would call a true friend. dual-colored hues met with golden orbs and found how they were filled with genuine worry.

“ i heard you got involved with a certain harbinger lately. ”

this time, the words caused her to stiffen, as subtle as that reflex could be. the cryo knight immediately placed her report upon the acting grandmaster’s desk, but the other took a step closer to her, voice laced with concern still.

“ if something happened, you’d tell me, right ? we’re friends. i’m here for you, eula. ”

at this point, the KNIGHT CAPTAIN turned around as she was met with her best friend’s expression of unease. the way the archer had her hands laced together as though she was holding back from saying what was entirely on her mind made eula thin her lips. she understood where the other was coming from, yet, all that left her lips was; “ you have nothing to worry about. ”

“ you can’t trust them, eula. they’re harbingers ! they must be plotting something — ”

her back was now facing the OUTRIDER, and pair of dual-colored orbs looked over her shoulder. there was a certain sharpness in her gaze, as sharp as the words that she uttered back to the other through gritted teeth and clenched hands. her gaze was of heartbreak.

“ i beg of you, amber, please stop. ”

please don’t speak of him that way. not him.

the lawrence heir snapped back to reality at the sound of the crunching snow, and she found her eyes lifting upwards to meet the brilliant blue hues of the 11th harbinger whom had his gloved palm resting to her cheek. his skin, despite partially covered by the leather glove was warm, a kind of WARMTH she had found herself yearning for in the middle of freezing weather surrounding them. the cold had never bothered her as it was her very element, however, when it comes to him —

she couldn’t help bringing her own hand to place over his own, and press his palm closer to her skin as she nuzzled into his touch longingly. this warmth, this person ...

she wanted it ... she wanted him.

“ i just can't keep my eyes off you. ”

“ then don’t. ” her voice was barely above a whisper, like a plead, like a secret, uttered only for his ears, only for him to hear, and only for them to know. her eyes were kept upon him, like himself, she couldn’t possibly keep her eyes off of him now that he stood before her like this. was this considered a moment of weakness ? only one moment allowed for the two of them to be honest about this rising emotion they both felt within. the way her eyes would light up in sparks when they met his own, or the warmth bubbling inside of her chest when his skin made contact with hers.

they were only a single breath apart, yet both of them knew if the small gap were to be broken, there was no TURNING BACK for them. his breath felt heated against her own, caressing ever so softly over her sensitive skin that was exposed to the cold. her lips trembled when they parted, but no words left her throat as eyes remained in contact and breath mingled into one.

if this smallest of distance were to be gone ... only if ... they’d have reached the point of no return. so they couldn’t, right ? between them — whatever it was between them, it had to stay that way.

“ don’t look. ” that was all that left her lips. long lashes draped over her eyes, blackening her own vision before the distance was GONE.

she knew there was no turning back from the start.

so if the consequences of it all were to come crashing down on her like the WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, then —

— then a kiss was worth it.

he was worth it.

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ oKAY REAL TALK #when i started writing this response tbh i really #really thought THAT would be all it was #that exchange of breath & gaze #& the distance between them will REMAIN just like that #bc eula --- no bc BOTH of them know that if they were to breach the gap #then there's no turning back #but by the time i reach the VERY END of it #despite KNOWING the consequences of it all --- eula refused to let it linger like that #not when he took the initiative to lean in #not when for once he allows their feelings to be ' witnessed ' & seen #she felt it was like a SILENT QUESTION of him ' testing ' to see if she felt it too #& it's that kind of moment where it's NOW OR NEVER #& that's her answer #if it's now or never then she'll grasp it #bc if she doesn't do it now it might NEVER happen again or maybe it will #but it's something she doesn't want to risk #she'd risk with others but when it comes to him #FOR ONCE #she wants to take that leap of faith & i'm #I'M JUST SO EMOTIONAL OVER THEM I'M NOT OKAY AVEN HALP ME ]#.long post

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❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ from childe to eula !

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || accepting

─「エウルア」─ there was a reason why she agreed to join the knights of favonius, especially under the title of captain of the reconnaissance company. this TITLE and responsibility allowed for her to be away from the city and RARELY set her foot upon the city of monstadt. after all, the LAWRENCE HEIR was well aware that her presence was never welcomed, so why would she trouble others by showing her face when least desired ? at least, that was what she had been TRYING. from time to time, the cryo user still frequented the tavern for a drink or two, and usually, that was done alone.

people often leave her to herself, wanting to AVOID her altogether and she would’ve preferred it that way. today, however, it seemed that her usually peaceful leisure drinking time was destined to be interrupted. one of the DRUNKARDS started to point at her from the other end of the tavern, calling her names that was less than pleasant to the ears. a sigh escaped her. what else is new ?

she spared a glance towards the angry drunk man, not even offering any word of retaliation while he SPOUTED insult after insult that cut like a knife. her jaw tightened, and teeth gritted, feeling the effect of alcohol starting to make her body temperature rise up so that was a CUE for her to take her leave before things escalated. that was the plan as she got up to her feet, placing the mora on the table and made for the door.

only to see something being thrown at her from the corner of her eyes.

her CLAYMORE appeared instantly, cleaving through the bottle that was flung at her as it shattered before making contact to her form. the NOISES created quite an uproar especially now that she stood there with her weapon summoned, and broken glass from the bottle scattered about to her feet. a single shard made a cut to her cheek, and without another word, she STARED at her drunken assailant before taking her leave.

the FROZEN ATMOSPHERE of dragonspine offered the familiar comfort as she stared into the gust of wind cutting around her form mercilessly. the single cut upon her cheek still stung slightly, throbbing in that dull reminder how she should’ve stayed away from MONDSTADT. she didn’t belong there — she didn’t belong anywhere.

the RUSTLING of snow-covered grass caught her attention, and the knight would’ve sprung to defensive stance if it weren’t for the familiar scent of OCEAN clinging to his form. tall frame of the harbinger stood there, worry in his gaze made her wonder if he had already caught wind of what just happened.

how the knight captain summoned her weapon in premise of civilians.

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

his words came BEFORE her own could be uttered, and they made whatever words she intended to say disappear down her throat. exhaustion quickly took over, as though her mind and body were now registering that in his PRESENCE, it was safe to let her guard down.

and she did.

strong legs losing their strength as she finally slid down to sitting position, back resting against the ABANDONED CRATE and head lowered, hoping that from such angle, her vulnerable expression would be hidden under the strands of her hair and the harsh wind. another exhale escaped, hopeless, tired, weak. why was she feeling so VULNERABLE in front of him ? like she had little to no strength to fight the need to drop all her guards and revealed her true self to his eyes.

“ i’m not okay. ” she admitted. aah, was that the FIRST TIME she had ever admitted that to anyone ? gloved hands curled inwardly, digging into her own thigh as her jaw hardened. it’s okay ... if it’s him, right ? he won’t hurt her. at least, that was what she believed, that was what he had been doing. he never HURT her.

her voice trembled, almost CHOKED UP.

“ i’m not okay ... tartaglia. ”

#avaere #.answered #.answered meme #.long post #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ i HAD THIS SCENE IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE #& WHEN I GOT YOUR ASK I THOUGHT IT'D BE PERFECT #maybe childe could've heard about it from the fatui stationed in mond #bUT I HAVE LOTS OF FEELS FOR THIS SCENE & FOR THEM #EULA ADMITTING FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT SHE ISN'T OKAY ? YEP ]

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she's practicing again. the very same steps as always. while childe doesn't understand the pattern itself, he does find himself intrigued by the way she moves. firstly with her feet, how swiftly they grace the frozen tundra of dragonspine, secondly, how her blade follows. mimics the graceful twirls and leaps she manages. is it a dance? is it a combat technique? he can't quite put his finger on it, but he remains a silent watcher, admiring every brilliant motion.

the spindrift knight moves with such beauty, and him, the harbinger, moves with such calamity. even their very movements are so vastly different; why does it bother him? cause such burdening weight to his heart? stir such intense envy within his very body? childe doesn't know (or, rather, he doesn't want to think it, acknowledge it, gaze upon the sheer reality that is ---).

he has to tear away his eyes for a moment, settle them on the distant horizon outside the cliffs; " --- are you going to dance your enemies to sleep?" head is then tossed back, thoughts parked in the back of his mind, childe's playful tune having appeared.

"if that's what you attempted during your last battle, i must say that it didn't end very well ~ have you tried using your sword, maybe? it appears to be made for fighting."

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ one of the many reasons why the KNIGHT CAPTAIN preferred to practice her steps and routine footwork upon the snow-covered mountain was the fact that other than the FREEZING AIR providing a good breathing exercise in addition to the workout, the solitude this snowy mountain provided allowed her mind to be at ease and unbothered by anything else. being who she was, condemnation tracked her down no matter where she was. even when she had pulled herself away from the CITY OF MONDSTADT, the townspeople still managed to find her presence undesirable if she were to be seen.

so the solidary of the dangerous and cursed mountain proved to be beneficial.

as her feet glided across the frozen grass, kicking up a few dusty snow into the windy air, the LAWRENCE HEIR was already aware that she wasn’t alone. if it were someone else, she would have stopped her movement and inquire what was it that they needed her for. she preferred her routine practice to be undisturbed and unsupervised. however, when it came to him, for some odd reasons, she didn’t mind if he was the one witnessing the family dance that was passed down for generations. a secret bladework known only to the one carrying LAWRENCE name.

why was it that she didn’t mind him watching her move like this ? she wasn’t quite sure. but it felt like ... if it was him, then it was okay.

“ the dance makes it harder for the enemies to predict your next move, and allow one to shift between offensive and defensive stance smoothly. ” her gaze landed upon him, albeit momentarily, while her own movement still continued. usually, she would be rather uncomfortable for someone to WATCH her like this, but somehow, having him here brought a sense of comfort unlike any others. surely, she had companions she trusted within the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS, but ... he was different.

the mention of last battle did catch her attention, and thoughts immediately circled back to the IMAGE of his abyssal influenced form standing between her and the THREAT to her very life. her heart skipped a beat that the recollection, followed by its rhythm being completely influenced now that the remembrance made her CONSCIOUS of his presence all of a sudden. a distraction ? not quite. aah, what was wrong with her today ?

completing the current bladework, she swung her CLAYMORE behind her before it slowly faded into nothingness, only for her feet to quickly pivot just so she was facing him proper. there was a small moment of silence as their eyes met. a split second HESITATION —

— then, the KNIGHT CAPTAIN took a step forward, head tilting to the side where dual-colored eyes softened incredibly. gloved hand thrust towards his direction, palm up, with a cant of head and upwards quirk of lips, an INVITATION was offered, one she wouldn’t do with just about anyone if the fondness in her tone didn’t tell of that already.

how she only asked because it was him who was there with her.

“ dance with me ? ”

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ i'VE BEEN WANTING TO REPLY TO THIS ASK FOR DAYS #but my writing muse hadn't been working well with me #FINALLY GOT THE FEEL FOR IT TODAY THO SO HERE YOU GO #i can't get the scene of them dancing together out of my head #as well as eula asking childe to just #join her in a dance so i HAVE TO WRITE THIS ]

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"You're awake."

He's glad, but chooses to leave such details out of his approach as a plate of food is held out to the aristocrat. It's a dish that resembles a stew, with visible bits of fish alongside vegetables.

There's a smile to be offered, though, not as phony and painted as it usually would be. Warmth can be read. It's almost as if he's ... relieved to, once again, find himself in Eula's company. "I assume you're hungry? You've been resting for a while after that fight back there. Here," he urges her to accept the dish. "This should get your warmth back into your body --- hah --- if that's even possible under these circumstances."

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ losing your consciousness upon the snowy mountain of DRAGONSPINE was suicide. that much was a known fact for someone like herself who frequented the dangerous mountain on at least a weekly basis. that was why the knight took it upon herself to never engage in any FIGHTS unless she knew she could come out of it alive.

but the sight of him allowing the ELECTRO POWER to consume him to the core while protecting her from the upcoming threat was, indeed, the last thing she saw before her mind was pulled into darkness.

“ i’m here. ”

who was that ? the voice ... it was HOARSE and deep, rumbling like the growling thunder yet there was a hint of something softer laced within.

“ i’ve got you. ”

you know this voice. her SUBCONSCIOUSNESS was telling her of this, as the back of her mind registered a sense of ... warmth enveloping her unmoving body. vulnerable, defenseless. it was unlike the KNIGHT CAPTAIN to be found completely unguarded like that. not many could take her down in that sense, and she was stubborn to never lay down her weapon as if her life depended on it.

“ i’ll look after you, eula. ”

ah — the way this person said her name was so tender, like it was something precious, like it was something he TREASURED. no one had ever uttered her name in such a way. her name, along with her family name, had always been said with clear spite and dripping hatred, one filled with disgust and scorn, with contempt tainting every syllables being pronounced. she was used to it, her name laced with VENOM and the eyes glaring her way, wanting her to be gone from their sight.

it was the first time someone called her name with such fondness. the HOLD around her form was one of clear protection, of need to keep her safe from harm.

who was it ... ? i ... let me see you ...

dual-colored hues shot open, only to be greeted by the familiar scenery of SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAIN and quiet sounds of the fire crackling away close to her form. there was a single blanket being draped over her form, and —

— the sight of a familiar presence greeting her first thing.

“ you're awake. ”

he said, with his voice just a hint softer than usual. the LAWRENCE HEIR blinked quietly, trying to piece together the scene she had witnessed right before she lost her consciousness completely. a plate of food was then thrust towards her, causing her line of vision to shift from the steaming food to his expression that appeared, once again, softer. the way his lips pulled upwards in that subtle smile sent a sense of warmth running through her form. those eyes ... they weren’t the same as usual. it was ...

it was as though he was relieved that she was alive.

the scent of the stew-like item was MOUTH-WATERING. generous pieces of fish and carrots alongside other vegetables were visible within the thick content. he did mention how he loved ICE-FISHING. it made her wonder if he caught the fish and picked up every ingredients himself. she wouldn’t be surprised if he did, he was capable after all.

her hand shakily reached out to accept the bowl being offered after he nudged her due to her own SILENCE, however, before he could pull away, her other hand came to grab his hand — it wasn’t too hard a grip to hurt, but it was firm enough so that he wouldn’t be able to pulled away so easily. even through their gloves, she could feel the WARMTH of his palm ( perhaps from cooking ) radiated to her own skin. it was ... comforting. to see him here, to feel him here, his presence ... since when did he become someone she was searching for in the misty DRAGONSPINE ?

even as she did that, suddenly grabbing his hand without warning, WORDS died in her throat. the KNIGHT couldn’t muster a word to say in explanation of why she did it. even she didn’t know why she reached out for him like that. it was ... almost like a REFLEX.

for the last thing she did before passing out earlier was reaching out for him.

there were many things she wanted to ask him, but words weren’t coming to her and nothing was uttered.

are you hurt ? you must be, right ? how are you feeling ? i’m your enemy, why did you save me ? that power ... it was draining your lifeforce, didn’t it ? why did you use it for me ? why would you go that far for someone like me ?

that power ... it’ll eat your life away. if you keep doing this, if you keep using it —

— just how long would you have left when the war is over ?

the thought made her HEART clench tightly, and her hand that was holding his own tightened unconsciously so. despite all the questions swirling inside of her head, all the things she wished she could ask, all that left her lips was but a whisper.

“ thank you — ” for coming for me, for being here when no one else would, for treating me like i’m a human, not someone who doesn’t even deserve to live, for saving me, for being you ...

“ — for everything, tartaglia. ”

you have people waiting for your return. your family, your life and blood, they’re all waiting for you to be home. i don’t. i have no one waiting for me, no one would grieve for me if i die.

so don’t ... don’t trade even a second of your precious lifespan for mine.

#avaere #.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#[ tHIS IS SO LATE I S2G #BUT SRSLY I'VE HAD THIS SCENE FOR WEEKS EVER SINCE YOU SENT IT #but my writer's block had been cockblocking me from getting to this #& i WANT IT TO BE PERFECT SO I WAITED UNTIL MY WRITING MUSE IS REALLY FLOWING #AT LEAST FOR EULA #HJLKHKHLK AGAIN SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HOPE IT'S WORTH IT #did i go back to reread your drabble for a scene before this to relive that moment / feels ?#yes yes i did #i have #so many feelings for these two if it's not obvious enough #SO MANY FEELINGS ]#.long post

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