#oc: mirren sero

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and there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody it won't leave my head

thank you @nightmaskart for this amazing art of Mir and Aeran!

#wayfarer #oc: mirren sero #aeran kellis #WONDERFUL commissioning experience fyi they are so nice 🥺🥺 #ADSJFSKHGJKILKJHGFDS #i love it so much....their HANDS....their faces...im gonna pass out #mir's fingers in his hair please 😭😭😭 #when i tell u i almost fell out of my chair when i opened the email i mean it #also thank u to gabby for the lyrics and accidetnally sending me a perfect future mirran song #mirran art #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. BYE

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just Mir, Aeran, and the moon...

@harumeau once again indulged me with some clown car art and i cannot stop staring at it!

#wayfarer #aeran kellis #oc: mirren sero #aeran x mc #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i like cant process anything every time i look at this it takes me half an hour to calm down afjghknlf #i have a lot of feelings about all of it but THE MOONLIGHT. THE BILLOWING CURTAINS. THE FOLDS IN HER SERITHAN WHERE HE'S HOLDING HER #HER NOSE AGAINST HIS CHEEK #AND LIKE A HUNDRED OTHER THINGS #hannah has once again reduced me to a puddle with their amazing art #no one talk about mir's previous night time activities #mirran art

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He steps in front of you and takes your hands, interrupting your restless fiddling. His touch is warm. Familiar. Comforting. You pause, your words caught in your throat, and raise your head to meet his eyes. “It’s going to be fine, Mir,” he says. “With any luck they’ll be too distracted by the festivities to pay us much attention.” You squeeze his hands. “Let’s hope so.” -from @idrellegames' Wayfarer, Episode II

thank you so much @harumeau for this AMAZING art of a cute moment between Mir and Aeran, i love everything about it so much i just can't stop looking at it

#oc: mirren sero #aeran kellis #wayfarer #wayfarer if #now that the organizational tags are done. AHHHHHADFKJGHJFHGHJJFJGJJH AHH #LOOK AT THEIR FACESSSS. AND THEIR HANDS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #also the background!!!! that window lattice and wall mosaic!! the sky!!!!!!! the lighting on them!!! #hannah sent this to me before work this morning and i have not been normal since #i may have cried #shoutout to hannah's partner for the pose adfjkgjhf #aeran x mc #mirran art

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for @wayfarer-week prompt 1: View

characters: Mirren Sero, Amali Sero words: 384 rating: G summary: five years after she was first brought to the Spire, Mirren thinks about what it means to her now notes: how many times can I write about Mir thinking about her life as a Wayfarer? as many times as I want 😌

Mirren followed Sero along the familiar path, one the two of them had tread together more times than she could count. Her steps slowed as they crested the hill and the barbed towers of the Spire came into view.

She paused at the top. The citadel loomed ahead of her, no less menacing in appearance than it had been when she��d first seen it nearly five years ago, a fortress blotting out the stars in the sky. And yet the sight inspired no trepidation in her anymore, only a comforting sense of familiarity, tinged with relief.

Mirren had never understood many of the sailors she’d grown up with—those of them who loved the sea, but spoke with immense relief of the idea of returning home. The stark white walls of the Briadis villa were nothing but a cage to her, a place for her parents to hide her away until the next time their fleet departed.

But each time she crested this hill, each time the towers rose high over her head in the distance, she thought she finally understood how those sailors felt. The open black iron gate, once seemingly a maw waiting to devour her whole, was a welcome sight on the horizon. The wall that wrapped around the citadel not a means of keeping her out of the way, but of keeping her safe. The towers a place for her to drag Aeran along as she explored, not full of rooms she wasn’t allowed in out of fear her touch alone would break things.

“Mirren!” Sero called from up ahead. She could make out the familiar grin on their face, their tone teasing. “You had best hurry. I can’t promise there will be any supper left for you if you arrive much longer after me.”

“I’m giving you a head start,” she yelled back with a grin. “You aren’t as quick on your feet as you used to be.”

“Oh? Need I remind you just how many times I knocked you on your ass this morning, Briadis? I think it was around six.”

“Not more than three!” But Sero had already turned around, leaving her behind with a wave of their hand.

Mirren shook her head with a laugh, tightened the straps on her pack, and set off toward home.

#i think this is a bit meh but. idk. the thoughts are important to me even if i cannot get them to come out the way i want #so im sharing ksadjhafdjk #oc: mirren sero #wayfarer fic #kels writes

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so. catgirl mir.

#if i wasnt lazy she'd have more freckles and different hair but it was a lot of work just doing this and i just realized i didnt save her #scream #ANYWAY #oc: mirren sero

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“What’s a normal day without a little brush with death?”

I was fortunate enough to commission @deeplord for art of my OC Mirren, from @idrellegames' Wayfarer. Thank you so much again, I love how she turned out!

#oc: mirren sero #wayfarer #wayfarer if #i lvoe her hair sm and just her face in general ahhhhh #obsessed with the bloody version also. we can have a little bloody mir #as a treat #i was going to try to wait on this a little due to the rate at which i post wayfarer these days but i couldn’t lol #queue #mirren art

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i started writing a whole thing about mir and her mom and then i realized i accidentally gave the briadis family the perfect set up for a tragic family empire tv show

#her mom is a powerful merchant who wants to pass the business on to her kids #her oldest brother is being groomed for the job but he’s better at and prefers life as a ship captain #no matter how hard they try to bring him home! #her oldest sister wants the job TOO MUCH and tries to hard but it’s not good at it #and their mom kind of disdains her for it. lol #elaine is smart enough and good enough with people to do it but she’s too soft #and wants to burn the whole thing down bc they sold mir to the order and stopped her sending letters to her #mir’s younger siblings are enjoying traveling as part of a ships crew while they work their way up but i don’t think their mom #has high hopes for them. #ironically given mir’s personality she might have been good at it if she’d been trained!! #and their mom knows this and knew it before she sold mir to the order but she was never going to let a magianis have control of it #which brings me back to the thing that started this: mir’s mom genuinely thought it was best to sell her to the order bc she couldn’t #protect mir from the consequences of being magianis and thought being trained by the order was the best way to keep her safe #and that if they paid for her they would think of her as an investment (merchant brain logic that was also just her pacifiying herself into #thinking it was right. did she actually believe this?? would it have mattered?? well. who can say!) #they do all have names i just can’t off the top of my head remember ahdhdjsk #oc: mirren sero #i need a text post tag #when was the last time i wrote a wall of tags about her…i miss her #i should add. her mom thought it would keep mir safe but also it was a convenient way to get her out of the way. so

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thank you @idrellegames for the template patreon reward!

#oc: mirren sero #wayfarer #head in my hands i love her so much #posting this today to cheer myself up. how will this cheer me up idk i just like looking at it asdfghjj #i’m working on the others! #sometimes this looks blurry and sometimes it doesn’t :/

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figure my heart out

summary: Mirren tries to want someone new. It doesn't work like she hoped. pairing: Mirren Sero x Aeran Kellis, Mirren Sero x Veyer Krellion (sort of/minor) word count: 691 | rating: Teen | read on ao3 notes: Mirren's thoughts during the Veyer gallery make out hehe

Mirren should step away.

She’s encouraged Veyer far too much already. She’d seen the way they looked at her in the library after the meeting and she had sought them out in the gallery anyway. But they had been kind to her, too, comforting her when the news about Sirin had overwhelmed her. When she’d seen them out here, clearly waiting for her, she’d hoped—she’d needed more of the same, after—

Maybe it was a mistake, Mirren. Looking for you in Karth.

Veyer’s hand is warm on her bare shoulder, their lips brushing her ear as they whisper to her. She should put distance between them. More than that, she should leave the gallery behind and everyone watching her with it.

Their fingers slide over the curve of her hip. She should stop them, should want to stop them. She hardly knows Veyer. That alone is usually enough to make the touch unpleasant, to make her shy away. They’re close enough that she can feel their breath on her cheek.

She’d been tired and angry when she’d walked up to them in the gallery, still upset after the things Aeran had said. Veyer had asked after her, comforted her again even when she pretended she didn’t need it. Maybe that is why she doesn’t feel the need to draw away, why she covers Veyer’s fingers with her own, inviting them even closer.

It doesn’t ever matter what anyone else wants as long as you get what you’re after.

Veyer hasn’t hidden what they want from her. It’s refreshing, after the night she’s had, after the confusing disparity between Aeran’s cruel words and the strange regret in his eyes as he said them. She knows what they want, and it’s easy. Uncomplicated. She can want it, too.

They pull her in with one arm around her waist, their smile growing. She can want someone new, someone that’s not Aeran. She can want their fingers pressing lightly to her lips, their desiring gaze that heats her skin, their murmurs in her ear, their fingers cupping her chin.

Mirren lets it all happen, asks for more with her own heavy lidded gaze, the shivers of excitement that dance down her spine, the way her breath catches in her chest when they look at her. She wants them to touch her, to pull her against them, to lean in…

Veyer kisses her, their body pressing her against the stone archway. They’re speaking to her in between kisses, but she can’t concentrate on the words, and not only because she is too preoccupied with their lips against her neck.

The truth is you need me more than I need you, you always do—

She pulls them closer, fingers clutching at their jacket. She wants this. She can prove to herself that he wasn’t right, that she doesn’t need him—someone who keeps things from her, someone who shot her—more than he needs her. She can go through with this, can keep kissing them, can let them lead her away from the gallery for more. If Aeran saw her right now, he would know, too. If Aeran saw her right now…

Veyer’s lips at the hollow of her throat are too much, their hands too heavy as they caress her through her serithan. A different, more familiar kind of shiver ripples through her, unpleasant, as she stiffens in Veyer’s grasp.

She doesn’t want Aeran to see them. Whatever he said to her, whatever he was hiding from her, she doesn’t want to hurt him. Her fingers uncurl from Veyer’s jacket, the palms of her hands sliding to their shoulders to give her some room to breathe.

Maybe she needs Aeran more than he needs her. Or maybe she would be better off following Veyer out of the gallery to a private corner of the palace. It doesn’t matter. She knows what she really wants, what she’s wanted ever since he held her hand on the white sands of Tol Covere nearly a year ago. She’s not going to find it in Veyer’s hands, or their lips, or their body pressed against hers. 

Mirren steps away.

#wayfarer fic #kels writes #i have thought about mir's feelingson this so much akjdfngt it needed to be a fic #shout out to azia for the song i listened to for several days straight that led to this #and to gabby for the title <3 #oc: mirren sero #okay i rated it T but the rating is v nebulous to me as someone who has been allowed to watch/read anything i wanted since like age 7 #but if u have an opinion on that pls let me know...it doesn't seem like enough for mature but??? like i said what do i know!

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y'shtola for unhinged bingo? or if you've already gotten some for her, mir?

ty hannah!! i’ll do both

shtola took a min bc i couldn’t decide if i wanted to check off “they are insane” or not

the first thing i checked off for mir before the free space is mommy issues 😌

#who wants to hear my ten hour speeches i’m ready #nimphaiwe #ty hannah beloved!!! 💗💗 #ask #oc: mirren sero

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thank you so much @petricorah for this art of my oc, Mirren, from Wayfarer by @idrellegames. she looks great!!

#wayfarer #oc: mirren sero #corah was great to work with!! def commission her if you can :) #she looks so good!! i love her and her hair!! #mirren art

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25?

thank you Rinny! i went with mirren and aeran for this sleepy prompt 😌

25. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” || 561 words || rated G

A loud thud and the sound of Aeran cursing pulled Mirren from sleep. She blinked in the moonlight coming through the window, falling across Aeran, face down and grumbling on the floor. Above him, the hammock swung gently back and forth.

“Aeran?” She pushed herself up into a sitting position. The quilt pooled around her waist and the cool air on her arms made her shiver. “Everything alright?”

“Fine,” he sighed, pushing himself to his knees. “Sorry, Mir. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was barely asleep anyway,” she lied. Unsurprisingly, she had always found the swaying of a ship to be something of a comfort when falling asleep. Though, she thought, eyeing the swinging hammock, Aeran probably would not agree. “Hammock not working out?”

He shrugged and rose to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve slept in worse places.”

“You don’t have to sleep in that, you know. We could switch. Or—” Mirren’s heart beat quicker and heat rose in her cheeks, but she held his gaze. “We could share the bed. If you want.”

Aeran stilled, staring silently at her. It wasn’t as if they had never shared a bed before—even in Rona, their sleeping mats were never far apart in their tiny apartment. But everything had been so different between them since she’d awoken on The Dareia. The lingering touches, the soft smiles, the looks that made her think maybe…

“Share?” he said finally, voice slightly strangled. He still had not moved, hand frozen on the back of his neck.

“It’s not as small as it looks,” she said quickly, ignoring the way her face burned and wishing the dark could hide her from his gaze. Though she could see him as clearly as he could see her, she did not know what to make of his expression.

Acting on impulse, she reached out a hand but stopped short of taking his. His gaze flicked to her outstretched hand and back to her face. An eternity seemed to pass before his expression softened, a small smile forming on his lips as he grasped her hand.

She resisted the urge to pull him closer, let him walk toward her on his own. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at her, eyes almost unbearably soft in the glow of the moon. Mirren’s breath caught when he lifted a hand to sweep a strand of her hair behind her ear.

But Aeran made no further move toward the bed, and Mirren’s heart sank as his expression slowly shuttered closed.

“Go back to sleep, Mir,” he said quietly. He lifted her hand, raised it halfway to his lips before he seemed to realize what he was doing. He clasped her hand between both of his with a gentle squeeze before letting it slip from his grasp. “I’m going to get some air.”

“Aeran—” she reached for him again, nearly standing from the bed, but he was already heading for the door.

He shut it quietly behind him, and the hope that burned in her chest stuttered out. The tiny cabin suddenly seemed vast in its emptiness, the silence ringing in her ears. She curled up on the bed and pulled the quilt close.

It was a long time before she could sleep again. When she finally drifted off, Aeran had still not returned.

#i missed them tbh!! #also between this and the sparring i think mir would have been right to push him into the ocean #too bad she loves him or whatever #wayfarer fic #oc: mirren sero #kels writes #no editing we post from mobile at work like. men

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i made mir (who else!) in this doll maker 😌

#thank u to g for the doll maker #i’m impressed how close i got to how she actually looks! #oc: mirren sero #it’s a tolkien elf inspired doll maker fyi

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i am back with more Mirren microfic. prompts here, previous microfics here. micro is a bit of a stretch for this one lol.

Hurt (548 words)

Mirren grit her teeth as she blocked Aeran’s punches, trying not to wince when the impact jostled her recently healed shoulder. Aeran faltered, dropping his fists, and watched her with a concern that was as annoying now as it had been endearing just a few days ago.

He stepped back, hands clenched at his sides. “Let’s take a break.”

She rolled her eyes. Their last two sparring sessions had gone the same way—if she so much as breathed a bit hard, he suggested a break. They were never going to get any real sparring in at this rate. 

Never above playing dirty, Mirren waited until his back was turned to kick the back of his leg, just hard enough that his knee buckled under him. Working quickly, she grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him to the deck. She threw herself on top of him and pinned him by the wrists.

For a moment, his resistance was real. He pushed back against her, nearly succeeding in throwing her off before his mind caught up to his instincts and he gave up, flopping onto the deck with a sigh.

“Stop going easy on me,” she said firmly, leaning over him. When he sighed and closed his eyes, she tightened her grip until he looked at her again. “I mean it. It’s not going to help either of us if we are both out of practice when we reach Velantis.”

“You’re hurt, Mir.” He gestured at her shoulder with his chin. “I don’t want to make it worse.”

“I was hurt,” she said. “As I have been before, and definitely will be again.”

He frowned and started to speak, likely to argue with her, but she took his chin in her hand and shook it gently. “I also heal, Aeran.”

She was close enough that she could not miss the emotions that rippled across his face. Weariness, anger, relief, a confusing mix that Mirren found difficult to parse. Was he angry with her for arguing with him, or at the situation they found themselves in? Wearied by her insistence that she was fine, or was the lengthy trip taking a toll on him?

She didn’t have much time to wonder before his expression settled into a familiar amusement. She smiled. That was all the concession she needed.

“If you don’t want to spar for real, I’m sure one of the crew could help me out,” she teased, tapping him on the nose. “Or maybe Malsara—”

He surged up, finally using his full strength against her to toss her easily onto her back. She collided harshly with the deck, the impact forcing a gasp of air from her lungs as he reversed their positions. 

He leaned over her, smirking, and it seemed to Mirren that they were so much closer than before. She could not keep her eyes from dropping to his lips, could not help but be very aware of his hips against hers. If only she could catch her breath…

Aeran released her with a laugh, flushing as he turned away from her. He pushed himself up and held out a hand to her. “Still think you don’t need a break?”

She swallowed a groan and let her head fall back against the deck. “Five minutes couldn’t hurt.”

#oc: mirren sero #the crew is probs watching them like. here?? now? on our deck?? #also lest we feel too bad for mir she is definitely taking advantage of this when it suits her. #five mins later when she's losing she is playing up the wince to get him to drop his guard so she can win #this convo doesnt even work long term he's still upset in velantis adfgh #kels writes #wayfarer fic

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mir episode 2 moodboard

bonus:

#mir: immediately calls out veyer #aeran: she's startin #bonus is mir at aeran after the argument of course #oc: mirren sero #wayfarer #i did hollis too but i am running out lmao

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wayfarer micro fics

thought i would try the micro fic challenge :) (micro…for me) prompts from here. for mirren lore purposes, clio is her…almost.

First meeting Autumn 1245

Mirren avoided the crowd of patrons inside The Fallen Feather, seating herself at a table near the wall. Before she could completely settle in—make sure she was facing an exit, just in case, push her packs out of the way, take a minute just to rest after all the traveling she’d done to reach Vestra—a shadow fell over her table.

She looked up into a pair of golden eyes, a darker shade than her own, framed by the matching spirals of an aeda’s crest. 

“I’ve never seen you in my tavern before,” they said, extending a hand. “You can call me Clio.”

Mirren took their hand in her own and braced herself for the inevitable flinch, the look of disgust that would cross their face as they felt their magic drain under her touch. When their grip held firm, she blinked, her own grip tightening reflexively in surprise. 

They tilted their head, dark brown curls sweeping across their shoulders. Mirren caught a flash of golden wings over their shoulder, a feathered sunrise on the horizon. Clio smiled, teasing, as if they knew they had caught her off-guard. 

She recovered as neatly as she could, dropping their hand and saying, “Mirren. I’m just passing through.”

Clio’s smile grew sharper, their eyes sweeping over her. “Too bad. I like newcomers, they never know when I’m overcharging.” They winked at her, and their smile melded into something friendlier. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Mirren flexed her fingers as they turned away, shaking off the ghost of Clio’s touch, but their firm, unflinching grasp had left her unmoored, a hit she didn’t quite know how to roll with. Unfamiliar, after years of being able to adapt to any change in the wind, but not unwelcome.

Sensitive

“And that,” Clio said with a smirk, “is why I can’t go back to Tol Covere.”

Mirren laughed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Happy, warm, and leaning loose-limbed in her seat, she said, “I can’t go back there either.”

“Oh?” Clio said, their interest piqued as a tiny shot of terror ran through Mirren. “I sense a story there.”

She felt that same old self-preservation instinct rise within her, telling her not to talk about her family, that it would only bring old hurts to the surface. It wasn’t worth thinking about, let alone talking about.

“My family lives there,” she said. She caught herself fiddling with the coin she wore on a chain around her neck when Clio’s eyes darted down to her fingers, and made herself stop. “We…don’t get along.”

Clio nodded and an ache grew inside Mirren at the patient way they watched her, chin resting in the palm of their hand, expression warm and welcoming. She suddenly, desperately, wanted to know how it would feel to share part of herself with someone—not just with someone, but with Clio.

The feeling almost won out over her desire to keep her history close to her chest, but she wasn’t ready quite yet. Clio didn’t prod, just shifted forward in their chair and pushed the last piece of bread towards Mirren as they launched into another story about rowdy patrons.

It was the quiet understanding of their gesture that made Mirren think, Not now, but someday.

Travel

“If I could go anywhere…,” Clio trailed off absently, turning the bowl in their hands as they washed it. They handed the bowl off to Mirren for drying and said, “Aos.”

“An Aeda city? Creative,” Mirren teased, scrunching her nose when Clio flicked water in her face.

“Where would you go then, oh world-weary traveler? Let me guess: Calantha?”

“No. I don’t know—someday, maybe.” Mirren accepted the next dish from Clio, her gaze drifting off as she thought. “I used to dream of having my own ship. I wanted to go everywhere, just pick a point on the horizon and set sail.”

“Captain Mirren Sero,” Clio said in a faux ponderous tone. They bumped Mirren with their hip. “You should do it.”

“Right,” Mirren said sarcastically. “A ship and a crew costs more crowns than I’ll ever see in my life.”

“So you’ll steal one, and head for Mathara. You have a face that inspires trouble. The pirates will love that.” 

Clio patted her on the cheek with a soapy hand, and Mirren flushed. Clio turned back to the cutlery in their hand, but they kept talking. “I’ll write you letters, so everyone knows you have someone somewhere thinking of you. And you had better write back, so I can pretend I have a mysterious lover at sea, who returns to me every time her ship docks nearby.”

Their voice was light, easy enough to write off as a joke. Mirren said, “Mysterious, huh?”

Clio smiled. “A little embellishment. I’m not sure what’s so mysterious about someone from Tol Covere wanting to captain a ship.”

Mirren tossed her towel in Clio’s face, and the two of them descended into laughter.

Romance Summer, 1247

When Clio leaned in, it wasn’t the kiss that surprised Mirren. It was that she found herself meeting them halfway, hands sliding behind their neck, lips curving into a smile when they pulled back. 

Now, sitting alone at the bar while Clio tended to tonight’s meal with the other cooks, Mirren was caught halfway between terror and a warm, unfamiliar stirring in her chest. 

She could let herself want this, couldn’t she? Never-mind the churning of her gut, telling her it wasn’t too late to escape. Never-mind that the idea of letting Clio know her the way they already did made her stomach twist. She could stay. She could want to stay.

Clio emerged from the kitchen, a smile lighting up their face when they saw her. They almost looked relieved to find her there, and that look alone made her want to both flee and kiss them again. 

“This came for you,” they said, holding something out to her. “I’m surprised it made it here.”

Mirren took it from them, only realizing it was a letter once she had it in her hands. She smiled as she recognized the handwriting. It had been a long time since she’d heard from Grandmaster Sero. 

#wayfarer #wayfarer fic #oc: mirren sero #I GUESS. #siri play you are in love by t swift #guess what mir does next 🤡 #played myself though i love clio so much i want mir to ditch aeran and go back to them #anyway. i’m fleeing the country now. goodbye #kels writes