hello! i know i haven't actually spoken to you although i've enjoyed your destiny art for ages hehe. you've got a lovely style and excellent character design and truly phenomenal use of color. also thank you for introducing me to chubby eris, your design of her is definitely the biggest influence on my headcanon eris. also i live for your erikora art but that goes without saying. have a good dayy
Aw shucks, thank you! You're one of THE Ikora/Eris and Ikora & Chalco people so it means a lot to me to hear this. 💜 We've only communicated thru tags on posts but I'm a huge fan of your work too, both the fic and the excellent meta / lore analyses that you've written!
Always glad to get love for my Eris build headcanons, after reading Truth To Power it became my immediate mental image for her. Also fat + strong is literally one of the body types of all time so I will do whatever I can to put more representation out into the world. ✌
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Things you said . . . when we were I was afraid
Chosen pairing: Ikora/Eris (Great Hunt era)
Ikora Rey could not relax for even a moment as she and Eris trekked through the Venusian jungles. Light filtered down in shafts tangible enough to touch, suspended in ash-choked humidity. From her peripheral vision, every play of sunshine across motes of dust or glint on standing pools of water made her look, half-expecting to meet the myriad eyes of an ahamkara, sparkling in satiation at a wish received.
Ahamkara were paracausal mines, liable to be set off with the slightest pressure in thought or word. She'd heard that he only safe way to approach a wish-dragon was with a total lack of desire: the mind must at peace and without want. In all their power, the Guardians made for succulent feed; clarity was the only way to prevent errant shifts in reality and to ensure they stay starved enough to destroy. (Ikora had trained herself out of thinking of the act as killing. Each death was a dandelion's head spread on the wind.)
A classically-trained warlock, she was no stranger to the act of meditation. She had honed her mind to master the storm and void and flame. A veteran of combat and crucible, she'd developed her focus perfectly. But there was something here that captivated unlike anything or anyone encountered in the temples or training grounds, the libraries or battlefields. Something that distracted even beyond the thought of a thousand hungry eyes and salivating mouths hiding in the canopies, stalking, waiting —
Eris had gotten ahead of her by a pace. In-between fights, the hunter took off her helmet, and some of her outer layers of armor. Ikora watched her from behind; the curve of muscle and fat beneath undershirt, the gold halo of sunlight on her ruffled salt-and-pepper brown hair. She'd cut it before flying out to Venus; 'Too hot to leave it long,' she said, smiling, when she reported to the hangar with a new look and her rucksack.
Ikora slipped, imagined for a fleeting moment the texture of her hair under her fingers — before she caught herself. At the Tower, kindling a crush could spell embarrassment. Out here, it might have deadly consequences.
They walked for a long time, Ikora thinking of anything but the person beside her.
. . .
Eventually, they reached the edge of a grove where a dragon had been spotted earlier. Deciding it best to approach with high energy, full stomachs and untroubled minds, they stopped to eat and rest awhile. Spirit blooms waved lazily in the soft breeze. Rain pattered on the treetops, but they were sheltered from it.
"You've been out of sorts, Ikora,'" Eris finally remarked, putting away their mess kits as Ikora refilled canteens from a crystal clear spring. "What's the matter?"
Ikora took a long drink of water. Sat beside her companion as she considered her options.
A lie was a sort of mismatch between what is, and what is wanted, the gradient from which ahamkara fed. She wouldn't risk giving them even a morsel, so she answered honestly: "I shouldn't discuss it near beings who derive their strength from desire."
A smile tugged at the corners of Eris' brown eyes and full lips. Ikora looked away, unwilling to tempt herself further. "Sounds like quite the problem to have on a planet full of creatures who feast on that sort of thing."
She sighed and leaned back against the fluffy moss and thick ferns of the forest floor. Looked up at the thickets of growth overhead, the soaring birds and perpetually storm-yellow clouds in the gaps overhead. "I don't know what to do."
"I'm just a hunter, so I may be wrong . . ." Eris began, "but I think the best way to avoid wanting something is to have it."
She twisted over so that her upper half hung above Ikora, one arm on each side of her. Her eyes glistened with as much joy as their quarry. "What do you say?"
Ikora could not avoid Eris' gaze, nor did she want to.
In the instant she reached up to pull the other woman down, she'd already descended on her, half-parted lips meeting in a kiss that was hungry but not rough, skin tasting of sweat and smoke and alien fruits. Ikora ran her hand through her hair, curls catching on her fingertips; Eris ran her index and middle fingers along her jawline and rested her thumb under her chin, cradling her face for the duration.
When they finally parted, neither was able to stop themselves from beaming. Picking up their arms they moved toward the clearing, Ikora satisfied the ahamkara would find no longing in her heart.
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