“Water-Atts are most known for their composure. Just as water flows, Water-Atts are quick-witted and adapt easily and with grace. These Attuned can sometimes succumb to their insecurities, seeing themselves as too fluid, and find it difficult to process their rush of emotions.”
Water-Att Aerin Valleros, as voted by you for Blades of Light and Shadow’s fourth anniversary!
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I'm giving into temptation and makng a fourth Aerin board
I probably won't use the lilac one, it doesn't exactly fit my vision but I made it for @sparrowsarus because we had such a good conversation about Aerin and imagery involving summer and its end in the comments here(the Nírnaeth takes place in the summer and this is the last summer Aerin has where her life is her own, etc etc, I have so many thoughts about this)
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Since F!Elf is currently winning my who should be my OC to pair with Aerin, I thought I'd make some Elf possibilities.
Elf 1:
identifies as female
she/her
possible name: Nyssa (meaning "to test" and "beginning")
Elf 2:
identifies as nonbinary
(I know female is winning but as I said, I might not go with the poll anywayyy... and look at them!!!)
they/them
possible name: Nyx (meaning "night")
after the Greek personification of night. I like the idea that the night isn't really dark, there's always light and hope, you just have to be patient and let your eyes adjust to a different perspective
I'm really kind of in love with both of them right now... I mean, Aerin who? Maybe these two just belong together? 🙈
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Aerin x Raine for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
Day One of the @choicesfandomappreciation Kindness event. Thank you Thia for being so generous in sharing your art with us (your use of shadow and light symbolism lives rent free in my head forever) and thank you for hosting and organizing the fandom gift exchange. You are a gem!
Warnings & A/N: None that aren’t canon compliant.
The tent is quiet, though beyond them the festival still goes on. Laughter and music muted and dampened by the canvas walls. He can almost imagine that there is no one else but the two of them in the ruins of that old temple.
Aerin is asleep. He can tell by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest which he watches from where he rests against Aerin’s shoulder.
He’s the most peaceful he’s ever seen him. The worry in his face has relaxed to a soft hint of a smile. The tension in his body has drained out of his muscles.
It brings him a small sense of relief to see. For this one moment, it’s one less worry he has. It’s healing in some small way that he doesn’t quite understand but accepts nonetheless. He will take healing in whatever small does it is offered them.
His eyes are drawn to the large, raised, purple scar that mars his lover’s chest and he traces its patterns with delicate fingers. They are strange and twisted paths. He’s not sure if he’s thinking of the scars or the journey that led them to find comfort in each others arms.
Does it matter? he wonders.
He decides it does not. Not really. Both are ugly, damaging, twisted, and stained. Stained with countless bad decisions and actions made by themselves and by others.
Both are beautiful in their own way. Each of those actions and bad decisions led them to each other. If he’s being honest, there was no other way to reach each other. Not when worlds and traditions separated them.
Dangerous and deadly paths can be made beautiful if you only have a bit of hope. Scars can be healed and trust mended with a touch of hope.
So he clung to that hope. Wrapping his arms around his hope. Holding it tightly, brushing back its hair to kiss his temple.
Yet hope is a beautiful and dangerous thing to cling to.
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