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i-lavabean · 23 days

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"Hello Raj"

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adaineabernantsfrog · 2 months

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16 of the 100 ways for Rajan and Elsie

Elsie shouldered open the door, trying to contain her coughing. She wanted to burry herself in the bathroom until it passed, as she did every time this happened, but instead was greeted by the smell of old books and sweet honey behind her. Rajan. If she wasn’t embarrassed before, her face flushed pink, and not just from the coughing this time.

It was the smell of several long nights tucked in corners, in rooms in his many houses nobody else knew about but those two. It was the smell of comfort after she lost a patient, curlled in his arms until she stopped sobbing. At some point recently, she had stopped sobbing. Once or twice, she would let a tear fall, but more often than not, her tears were quiet, contained, and non-existant. They existed in the tiny box in the back of her head that contained other things, things she couldn’t focus on right now, things that surely, if she let out, would ruin her in every way possible. Things that would ruin her in all the best ways.

God, how she wanted Rajan to ruin her in all the best ways. In a way, she had ruined him. She had broken him when nobody else would, she had torn down his walls and then was the one to build them right back up. She had had him, in all the ways a person could be had, and then left him when things got hard. Now, like so many nights, he was outside her door.

“Do you need anything, Little Bird?” He asked. God, that voice. The low rumble accompanied by a small hum. Her favourite sound. It took everything in her to not turn and bury her face in his chest.

However.

Tomorrow was never guaranteed, and Elsie didn’t have everything in her right now. All her rash sense and the idea of belonging with someone, to someone, them knowing her- All the desire came flooding back in two short seconds and she turned and did it anyway.

The second she did, she realised he was in a nightshirt. God, he still smelt like him. It was a ridiculous thing to appreciate someone's scent. It was like appreciating the way they looked, though. Elsie never really tired of it. His arms came up to wrap around her waist and hold her as she half-coughed, half-sobbed, into his chest. His hive? She didn’t know (or care). He hummed to her. An old song he used to do when they were still together. It was so, so damning and too damn comforting to be worth any of the damnation that came with it. His hand in her hair, her face in his chest. This was all so oddly familiar in the best-worst way possible.

“Did I wake you?” She asked.

“It’s ok,” It wasn’t a no, and it wasn’t a yes, but it was a reassurance, “I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Her hands ran down along his body and found his own, taking it in hers.

“Go back to bed.” She begged. Eventually, she looked him in the eye. One of his eyes no longer existed, replaced instead by a hive, and the other one, the other one was, well, beautiful. It was the eye she remembered from days long past. Knowing that he was so damn pretty and she was so…Undeserving of attention from a man like him almost made the pain worse. Her next breath was a howl, her next words a whistle. She could feel the beast wiring inside her. A new kind of feeling. A beg. “At least come back with me, if that helps.” She looked at him, eyes wide and empty. Hopeless and hopeful. Everything and nothing. When he used his one eye to blink, it was slow. Methodical.

“Of course.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ if anyone wants to play the game is send me a candela duo/trio/group (platonic or romantic) and a number from this list and I'll write it!

#candela obscura #elsie roberts #rajan savarimuthu #rajan/elsie #the circle of tide and bone #tide and bone

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umbran-muse · 2 months

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So it’s not January anymore but I finished the damn fic and my heart hurts.

#candela obscura #circle of tide and bone #elsie roberts #rajan/elsie #what have i done #send help

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fouroddapples · 3 months

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me updating the raj/elsie tag on ao3 multiple times a day like “🥺🥺🥺 has anyone made food? 🤲🏻”

#candela obscura #rajan/elsie

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vexing-imogen · 3 months

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okay, since Ashly gave us nothing about Elsie's family in the character creation vod, allow me to present my Roberts' Family Headcanons

Elsie is the youngest of 4; two sons, two daughters

she was technically her father's favorite, though that meant astonishingly little in the grand scheme of things

her mother is still alive, but she has always been vaguely medicated and left most of the child rearing to nannies, etc

oldest brother, Henry. he's at least 10 years her senior, a professor of Mathematics at Briar Bank College after serving in the war. he introduced his new colleague Rajan Savarimuthu to his baby sister and has regretted it ever since

older sister, Sylvia (Sylvie to just about everyone). 7 years Elsie's senior, and the sibling she gets along with the least. highly ambitious social climber. her husband works within the Triumvirate, and is a moron (it's giving major Shiv/Tom from Succession energy)

youngest brother, James. only 4 years older than Elsie, he was by far her favorite sibling. think Jonathan & Evy from the Mummy. far and away the best of the Roberts siblings, Elsie included. he was going to be a reporter, but he went to war and never came home

none of her remaining family approved of her relationship with Rajan, claiming that he was "new money" and "not good enough for her". the resulting argument concluded with her cutting them out of her life completely, which was only exacerbated by her sudden decline in wealth/station. she has seen both Sylvie and Henry at the Glass Cat on occasion, though they never acknowledge each other

Henry seeks Elsie out after she publishes her research on Cullet. after he leaves, Mina offers to take care of him if it's what Elsie wants

#candela obscura #circle of tide and bone #elsie roberts #rajan/elsie

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beedreamscape · 4 months

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Tide and Bone Spoilers look away!!

What if what if I was a bloodthirsty were-creature and you were a haunted man with a hive of locusts for a heart and we stanched each other's wounds while looking traumatized and longingly at each other??? What if then???

#candela obscura #rajan savarimuthu #elsie roberts #rajan/elsie #candela spoilers

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adaineabernantsfrog · 2 months

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number 98 of the 100 ways to say “I love you” for Elsie/Rajan

Of all the situations in her life, Elsie wondered how she had ended up in this situation. Her dress was fine; She had specifically had it made out of the one fabric that didn’t itch or hurt her. The whole thing was deep ocean blue with silver trims. She had matched the trims to her jewellery and family colours. Her mother had insisted she wear them for this ball, and it was the last ball of the season. People danced with their spouses and to-be spouses around the ballroom, while Elsie clung to the shadows. She was too busy for this, she had books to study. The thought of her homework made her feel ill, the bile rising in the throat. She should have just stayed home, why didn’t she stay home? Her breath began to catch.

“Ma’am?” A man asked. She wasn’t sure who, but his voice was low, almost a hum. It sounded nice. The room was too warm, and she fidgeted with her necklace, trying to take it off. She was not a debutante, she was barely a person. “Ok.” The man said, “Your hand.” He requested. Elsie gave it to him, and felt herself be led away from the noise and music of the ballroom. Her Mother would have a fit if she saw her heading out with some strange gentleman. She didn’t even know whether he was a gentleman.

“Take a deep breath.” He instructed. Elsie did. A weight was dropped over her shoulder. It smelt like honey and salt. It was a coat. “Good. May I remove your necklace?” He asked, and she nodded. His fingers were covered in leather. He was a gentleman. Elsie had never really registered the feeling of leather earlier. She looked up and around. There was a fireplace in front of them and a kind man staring down at her. The man had three long scars over his eye.

“Where are we?” She asked. “Who are you?” The man lay her necklace on her knee.

“We are in the drawing room. My name is Rajan Savrimuthu.” Rajan said. Elsie peeled off her gloves and moved her legs under her body. “You look extremely uncomfortable.”

“I hate it here. These parties and these event’s! I’m going to be a doctor.” Rajan was staring at her mouth. She was ranting. He was handsome. “Medicine.” She found herself losing her train of thought. When she came to, his hands were on her bare arms. She focused on that over anything else.

“I shall call a carriage to take you home.” He said, “You are not well.” Elsie sighed. “Besides, the doctor needs a good night's rest.” She looked at her legs and sighed. “You wait here.” He took her hand, kissed her knuckle, and left the room swiftly. The first coherent thought Elsie had since her panic attack was ‘Oh, fuck, no’.

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Thank you for this!! I honestly had fun writing it!! if anyone wants to play the game is send me a candela duo/trio (platonic or romantic) and a number from this list and I'll write it!

#candela obscura #rajan savarimuthu #elsie roberts #rajan/elsie

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vexing-imogen · 3 months

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Aabria calling Rajan "gaslamp Mr. Darcy" just walloped me over the head with "oh okay, this is why I love them so much"

#candela obscura #circle of tide and bone #character creation: tide and bone #rajan savarimuthu #rajan/elsie

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vexing-imogen · 3 months

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so I wrote probably 70% of a fic before I decided I'm going to rewrite it from a different pov, but I really liked this section and wanted to share it with you guys

There is a warmth to the room that should not exist in a space that has been locked away for near six months. She is drawn first to his bookshelves, and even though the fireplace sits cold and ashy, her fingertips tingle with heat as she trails them along the spines of a series of leatherbound journals. She takes one and opens it and is greeted by her brother's neat handwriting. -have never believed in love at first sight until now. Professor Margrove would scoff and call me a sentimental fool, but I have known lust and I have known love, and this is a different beast entirely. Elsie is different. The entry is dated almost seven years prior, and she cannot help but smile and rejoice that Rajan never lost his romantic tendencies. Passage after passage contain more of the same, his love for a woman named Elsie spilled across months, years. A bright spot amongst the anger and pain that marks his relentless pursuit of the Maw. -sick again. This is the fourth time in three months. I cannot help but worry, though she assures me it's nothing. There's something she isn't saying. I can see the pain in her eyes. I can feel her pulling away from me. I wish you would tell me what's wrong, little bird She goes next to his desk, passing over ledgers and letters. One drawer reveals a stash of scarlet in all its forms. The drawer beneath holds a carved wooden box. Warm to the touch, it is stuffed with letters, scraps of paper (all covered in the same delicate, barely legible writing), and a silver ring inlaid with emeralds.

#candela obscura #circle of tide and bone #rajan savarimuthu #aadtika savarimuthu #rajan/elsie

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umbran-muse · 3 months

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Fuckin hell, first post in a WHILE.

Anyway so y’all can enjoy the playlist of pain that I have made of Elsie and Rajan because I’m absolutely emotionally dead from Thursday.

#candela obscura #candela spoilers #elsie roberts #rajan savarimuthu #rajan/elsie #circle of tide and bone

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i-lavabean · 3 months

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