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queen-scribbles · 1 year

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Tongue-tied

Or, 6 times Jael almost told her best friend she loved him + 1 she did, for the @wayfarer-week 6+1 prompt, bc it fits too well for my poor smitten girl.

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Jael’s heart first betrayed her a year before graduation, on an evening bathed in moonlight.

And it was so simple it almost made it worse. She and Aeran were up one of the abandoned towers in the Spire, their spot, talking about nothing and everything and eating toasted apples she’d liberated from the kitchen. Aeran laughed at something she said, and the way the moon’s glow caught him just then; easy smile and a twinkle in his eyes, sent Jael’s heart in a swan dive toward the ground several stories below. She almost dropped her apple after it when the warmth of realization hit. Moonlight looked good on him.

She must’ve stared too long, because Aeran snorted and nudged her knee with his foot. “I have apple on my face or something, Jae?”

For half a second she almost told him the truth. I really wanna kiss you right now. “Just enjoying the moonlight,” she said, biting fiercely into her apple and burning her tongue, “your face happens to be in the way.”

He rolled his eyes--“Oh, so it’s improving the view?”--and punched her shoulder and she played along.

The rush of... feelings, desire, whatever it had been, was safely buried by the time they finished their apples and went to bed.

Graduation was soon, even if she was reckless enough to gamble their friendship over a random crush(that would probably go away in a few days), this close to leaving wasn’t the time.

It’ll clear up, it’s better not to say anything.

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Aeran found her sprawled in the grass, sunlight between branches above dappling her shirt as she stared at the shiny silver medallion now looped around her neck. “Leaving in the morning?”

Jael started and tucked the Wayfarer pendent inside her shirt. “Two more days. There’s some remedy Varyn wants me to have along that needs to finish brewing or something. What about you?”

He nodded, as she’d feared he would, as he flopped down next to her. His own medallion glinted briefly in the sun. “There’s a rumor out near Ilis. It sounds like a Wayfarer problem and Sero thinks I’m the answer.”

Something in her chest clenched. With so few Wayfarer, it made sense to send out more as soon as they were available. She’d just hoped for more time. Aeran was such a constant in her life, she hated the thought of losing him--even if she’d known this day was coming.

Her heart did an odd little twist at the thought of not seeing him after tomorrow, that he’d be gone from her life for who knew how long. “Aeran, I-”

‘-think I love you,’ but it was terrible timing, they were both leaving, she couldn’t drop that on him now. Especially if it was just a crush.

“-I’m gonna miss you, you know?”

“Ditto,” he said with a gentle smile, bumping his shoulder to hers. “Hopefully we’ll cross paths sometimes, but it’ll be weird not seein’ you every day.”

“Very weird,” she agreed, bumping his shoulder back. That was true, regardless of anything else.

Aeran chuckled and propped himself up on one elbow. “One last visit to our spot?”

Jael grinned, shoving him back into the grass as she scrambled to her feet. “Race you, Kellis!”

“You-!” There was a laugh in his voice. “Oh, you’re on, Aizura!”

It was so easy to pretend her pounding heart was from exertion rather than the sight of his full smile when he claimed victory. (Less easy to believe it, though)

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It was three years before their paths crossed. Both heard the same rumor--a fannarl near Sarin--from opposite directions. Despite the years apart, it was easy as breathing to fight together. To fall back in synch, to work as one. Halves of a whole. The Masters would scold her for thinking like that; Wayfarer were by nature solitary. she shouldn’t be binding her effectiveness to another. She didn’t care. Not when Aeran sent her a grin flush with victory before moving to reclaim his spent arrows. Jael wiped dripping acid from her gear as she stepped to help.

“Good to see you haven’t lost your edge,” she teased, plucking an arrow from just below the fannarl’s eye.

“Or you your reckless streak,” Aeran retorted with a laugh. He braced one boot near the deep slash in the fannarl’s chest to pull out an arrow.

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.” Jael grabbed another arrow from the beast’s flank, and another from the ground, grinning as she passed them all back. It was more true than her joking tone let on. Running into him like this had stirred up feelings she thought she’d relegated to daydreams. But they did make a really good team.

Aeran laughed and they sat, sharing a boulder, so they could clean their weapons.

“You don’t have to wait for me, if you have somewhere else to be,” Aeran said, clearing the blue-black ichor from his arrowheads. “I know this part’s boring for you.”

“I think I can tough it out,” Jael snarked, wiping down her blade.

“When you have such wonderful company?” Aeran paused to bump her shoulder.

“Exactly.” She fell silent, watching him as he worked. His tan was deeper, the muscles in his arms more defined than when they’d parted, and she had to very deliberately push down the flutter in her gut.

So, that crush is still there...

And it stayed a flutter in the background as they finished cleaning weapons and headed back into town, as they found somewhere that would serve them and shared a drink before heading separate ways. Persistent and annoying in its subtlety until the words blurted unbidden from her mouth.

“Hey, Aeran?”

“Hm?” he grunted over the rim of his mug.

But no. No, she couldn’t bring this up now. That was silly.

“...Got any badass stories?”

He set down the mug and grinned. “I’ll share mine if you share yours.”

“Deal.”

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The next time she saw him, her emotions were already raw. Not an open wound, but a bruise subjected to unnecessary poking.

Her door was half open, his knock cursory.

“Heard you were here,” Aeran said, bypassing the perfectly good chairs to sit next to her on the bed.

“Yeah.” It was rare for Wayfarer to return to the Spire, Jael no more wanted to dwell on why it had been her instinct to do so after this mission than she did on the miracle of Aeran being here at the same time.

“Also heard you cornered your prey neat Brennath,” he commented.

“Yeah.” She was quiet for a long moment, and he let her be and she loved him more for it. “I didn’t visit them.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched her turn her medallion over and over in her hands.

“I was tempted,” she admitted, tracing the Wayfarer sigil. There was so much she wondered about the place she once called home. What had changed. What was the same. “But I didn’t.”

Sated curiosity wasn’t worth the ripping open of old wounds, the hurt that was likely to come with it.

“I don’t blame you,” Aeran said softly, giving her shoulder a gentle nudge.

She slipped her hand in his. “Don’t need them, anyway. No point looking back.”

Aeran squeezed her hand. He knew how she’d wondered. How she’d dreamed. How much this choice had hurt even if it was the right call.

“‘M glad I have you, Aeran,” Jael mumbled, nudging his shoulder back. Glad enough she wasn’t going to ask why he was here, just be grateful.

“Yeah.”

The confession sat on the tip of her tongue, but something held it back. She wasn’t sure what; maybe the same fear that kept her from visiting her clan. Wondering was better than rejection.

She got her second tattoo before she set out again, a raven on her shoulder, to acknowledge her past and how it shaped her. If Aeran noticed the raven was posed as if landing on her other tattoo--the geometric lines that mirrored his--he didn’t say anything.

So Jael didn’t either.

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The words were almost driven from her, unbidden, at Karth. Between the strength of her relief and the strength of Aeran’s hug, the confession teetered on spilling free.

I thought I lost you, I’m pretty sure I love you, I don’t want to hide it anymore-

But a shudder rippled through their hug, though Jael couldn’t tell if it came from her or him, and she buried her face against the side of his neck.

He was here. Aeran was here, warm and solid and alive, even if he wasn’t the same. There would be time another day.

For now she was going to hug her best friend and thank the stars she still had him.

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“So what do you think we’ll find in Velantis?”

Jael leaned cautiously against the ships rail. The bandages were off, her strength mostly returned, but two things remained--the marks of the basilisk’s coils just below her ribcage and the shift in Aeran’s demeanor. There’d always been a level of casual affection between them; bumping shoulders, side hugs, hands or knees brushing when they sat together.

But it was different since boarding the Dareia; a tenderness in his touch, a lingering to his looks, hardly leaving her side. Jael was pretty sure she knew the reason. It had been her call(fuck the Count, fuck the chalice, fuck this miserable swamp of a city) and he’d followed because she talked him into it and she’d almost gotten herself killed. Dwelling on the hypotheticals of why that made him like this was a hope Jael didn’t want to give herself unless it was going to go somewhere.

So she’d stick to more solid, relevant hypotheticals instead.

“Oh, you know. Money, power, corruption. Guild mages.” Aeran practically spat the last one as he joined her, so close their shoulders brushed. “Just an all around good time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Jael said lightly, curling her pinkie around his.

“I feel so much better,” he snarked, but something in his eyes said he at least halfway meant it.

“I’ll always have your back, Aeran,” she emphasized, leaning into their contact.

He sobered, staring out through the ocean spray. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jae.”

She opened her mouth to insist she’d keep this one if it killed her, tell him why, but another voice cut across before she got a word out.

“Wayfarers!” Malsara called, “Zenaida would speak with you.”

With matching sighs and a final grin, Jael and Aeran pushed away from the rail to follow.

This was for the best, Jael told herself as Aeran’s fingers brushed the back of her hand. She really should wait.

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They were batched in moonlight, again, when her resolve broke. Her walls and worries had been worn down by this fucking day; Quirinus, the gala, Velantian politics, Lethalis.

Their fight.

She’d heard it was the ones you knew and loved who could hurt you the deepest and Aeran had proved it tonight in spades. But she still loved him, bone-deep and inescapable, which was why she was here instead of some party. Standing in one of the most luxurious rooms she’d ever seen, highlighted by soft moonglow as her best friend looked at her with tears in his eyes and apologized.

“I could never hate you, Jael.”

And the truth finally bubbled unhindered to the surface as she dug her fingers into his wonderfully curly mop of hair and tugged him in for a kiss.

A wordless confession, but all they needed right now.

They knew each other that well.

And her heart sang with joy unspeakable when Aeran melted into her and kissed her back, fingers tangling in the draped fabric of her serithan.

Finally finally finally.

Her hand cupped his cheek, his the back of her neck, foreheads touching as their breath mingled.

“Aeran.”

“Jae.”

“I just want to be here with you tonight.”

“I’d like that.”

And for just that night, no matter what came with morning, everything felt right with the world.

#queens fic #jael aizura #aeran kellis #wayfarerweek #wayfarer if #jael/aeran #my girl is strapped into the clown car and determined to ride it off the cliff #so--apparently--am i🤡

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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I got my first taste of Canva filling out the Wayfarer template @idrellegames was kind enough to give us and I think I did okay :D (art’s by @sunshinemage)

#jael aizura #wayfarer #wayfarer if #i love doing stuff like this #just gotta get over my trepidation re: various image manipulation programs 😅#three guesses her Thematic Color

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queen-scribbles · 1 year

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hehehehehheheheeh >:3 Jae is a happy girl

Now it all goes to shit in ep 3

#jael aizura

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queen-scribbles · 1 year

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I was thinking about Jael this morning, and I have figured out another piece of backstory for her. :D

The reason her clan tolerated her and her parents kept her is she’s the firstborn, and an only child for a long time, so even if she’s magiani and disadvantaged in hunting and everything, she’s their offspring and something of a future--broken as it may be--for the family. (Leaving aside worries of who would marry someone with no magic or risk having children with her, what if it passes? at least she’s something)

The point when Cenric shows up? Her mother was pregnant. Very pregnant. As in, Jae’s little brother probably showed up less than a month after she left. :) (She doesn’t know it’s a brother, just that she had a sibling on the way) So since they had a shot at... a do-over, a child who couldn’t possibly be worse than a magiani, her parents/clan persuaded her to leave to join the Wayfarers. Knowing she had a younger sibling she’d never met was a big part of why she thought about visiting the clan when a monster hunt took her into the area, and being scared of what they might have been told about her(or worse, that they weren’t told about her) is a big part of why she chickened out and didn’t go.

#jael aizura #wayfarer

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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❌️⭕️send a random song and I'll say which OC it fits the most❌️⭕️

Mountain Song is definitely one for Jael

I’m struggling to see can I stand upon your shoulders I’m weak at the knees and I can’t breathe Oh what a view from where you stand

(also just the whole outdoors vibe, that's so very her)

i walk this earth all by myself is a tricky one, not a perfect fit for any of my kids, but I think Sigi Hawke would be closest?

Nobody gives a fuck about me That's what I think to myself when I'm alone in the city I walk around the mall, but there's nobody with me What do I say when there's nobody listening?

I'm a Cliché is a good one for Kasey, I think

Recycle the subjects until everything sounds the same Every heartbreak is shitty, everyone's hometown is lame Act like my emotions are worth writing songs about It won’t make you any better, putting words over sounds

#random song asks #jael aizura #seriously i love this one #i'm gonna have to look up more of her music her voice is gorgeous #sigi hawke #kasey valentine

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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reposting my prompt for the @idrellegames Wayfarer anniversary event bc I was a goof and deleted the original trying to edit 😅😅😅

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The gash wasn’t deep but it was long, stretching from between her knuckles up past the back of her wrist, and it stung like a sonovabitch. Still, nothing a little pressure and some bandages couldn’t solve as they walked. It wasn’t serious and Jael wasn’t too worried about it.

Aeran, apparently, was. “Where’re you going?” he demanded when she started walking away from their skirmish.

“The road,” Jael said, gesturing toward the wide dirt track that cut across the landscape. She hadn’t realized until now, in the aftermath, just how far they’d drifted afield during the fight “We gotta keep moving or we won’t make it to the village by nightfall.”

“What, are you scared of the dark?”

“Not overly fond of the predators that come with it,” she shot back. “‘Specially around here.”

“Five minutes won’t make that much difference, Jae, let me fucking see,” he growled, shoving the last of his recovered arrows into the quiver.

Jael flexed her hand, crimson trailing down her fingers. “It’s just a scratch; I can deal with it while we w-”

“You know these bastards usually poison their blades,” Aeran snapped, flicking a hand toward the crumpled corpses.

“And you know that poison usually works by interacting with a person’s magic,” she countered, prodding a fallen bandit irreverently with the toe of her boot. This syndicate was small but growing, and while they had fingers in a lot of pies out here, they didn’t seem to compensate for the unexpected well. Like their marks being immune to magic.

“I’m not losing you to usually, Jae, now sit down and let me see.”

Caving to the reality this would go faster if she humored him rather than digging in her heels, Jael took a seat half-sideways on a fallen log and held out her injured hand when Aeran joined her, plunking his bag down at their feet.

He took it, palm under the heel of her hand and bow-calloused fingers loosely curling around her wrist for stability. A muttered curse escaped him as he examined the wound. “That’s one nasty ‘just a scratch’,” he finally said, arched brows disappearing under his curly hair as he dug in his pack with his free hand. “Not deep enough to scar, at least. I think.”

“Yeah, not the worst I’ve had,” Jael said, not sure whether she was trying to reassure him, somehow, or just talking to fill potential silence and distract from her rapid pulse thrumming under his hand. Hence the wanting to deal with it while we walk.

Aeran huffed a wry laugh. “Not as comforting as you might think, Jael.” He found what he was rummaging for, pulled a rag free to press over the gash. “Doesn’t look poisoned,” he said softly as his grip tightened to hold it in place.

“Told you so,” Jael teased, lightly nudging his shin with the toe of her boot and trying not to focus on the warmth of his hand or the exaggerated pounding of her pulse under the increased pressure.

Aeran cracked half a smile but didn’t reply. He braced their joined hands against his knee to wait for the bleeding to stop, and Jael hastily turned her attention to taking in the view rather than stare at him the whole time. Wouldn’t want to make it weird.

It was at least a nice view, she did have to concede that much, even if it was too fucking flat. The red rock cliffs were far distant, a backdrop to only-slightly closer hills. The ground stretching between them was mostly green, save a few swaths of tan where even the hardier grasses and wildflowers couldn’t grow. The splashes of color where wildflowers did grow were plentiful, however, and almost made up for the scarcity of trees. A faint breeze set the flowers swaying and ruffled her hair, and she reached up absently with her free hand to brush the tousled strands out of her face. She scanned across the wild, sun-kissed panorama until her gaze drifted back to Aeran and found him watching her.

“Pretty nice view,” he commented, grip flexing on her wrist, then shot her a cheeky grin. “Though I’m sure you wish there were more trees.”

“I always wish there were more trees,” Jael said archly, rolling her eyes at the gentle teasing. Even when those trees concealed bandits or other dangers. “No matter the colors, it’s boring when it’s this flat.”

He laughed and looked back down at her hand, tugging aside the rag to check if the bleeding had stopped. Jael pulled a sharp breath at the sting of cloth sticking to tender skin and he grimaced.

“Sorry,” he muttered, much more hesitant as he peeled the rest of the cloth away.

“Just caught me off-guard,” she said, staring more at where their knees were almost touching than the angry red line of her no-longer-bleeding wound. It almost looked bad enough to warrant his concern.

“Still,” Aeran grunted. His grip stayed loose on her wrist, as if he thought she’d try to leave if he let go. He dug in his pack again with his free hand and came up with a healer’s kit after a much shorter search.

Jael reached over before he even asked and plucked out the healing salve, holding the jar so he could unstop it and gather some of the salve on his fingers.

“Thanks.” His touch was gentle as he smeared the salve along the gash.

“Are you kidding? You’re helping me, Kellis,” she ribbed. Her fingers flexed slightly as he worked, brushing against his arm just past the edge of his leather bracer.

He winked at her, fondness and worry and snark all rolled together in the gesture. “I’m used to it, Aizura. And I know you’ll return the favor eventually.”

“Prob’ly more than once,” Jael teased and Aeran laughed sarcastically as he wiped his hand on his pants and reached for the roll of bandages.

They lapsed back into comfortable silence while he wrapped her wrist and hand, both watching the gash disappear beneath soft linen. Aeran didn’t quite let go of her hand when he finished, fingers still curled around her wrist. Loosely. Casually. Like he was lost in thought more than doing it deliberately. His thumb moved against the back of her hand as if in a smoothing arc, though the bandages were freshly wound.

It wasn’t as if she was in any hurry to have him let go, so she let the moment stretch several more heartbeats. But the sun was starting to set, and they did need to get moving, so she curled her fingers in to squeeze his hand. “Thanks.”

He cleared his throat and shot her a grin, tapping his fingers against her palm rather than squeeze back over an injury. “Welcome.” He slid his hand free and stuffed the healer’s kit back in his bag. “We’ll, uh, want to check that in the morning,” he said, “make sure it’s not festering. You’re lucky it’s not a little deeper an’ needed stitches, or we would have been here longer than five minutes,” he ribbed, slinging the pack over his shoulder and offering her a hand up.

She rolled her eyes, accepted the proffered hand, and whacked his shoulder when she made it to her feet. “Let’s get moving.”

Aeran chuckled and headed for the road. Jael surveyed the fields and distant mountains one more time as she followed him, taking in the new colors sunset painted everything. Blood red cliffs, vibrant orange swirls of dust. Aeran’s hair was almost gold in the shifting light. It was a pretty view.

She flexed her fingers, the warmth of his touch, the shift of callouses against skin, lingering even as the injury twinged with movement. Despite Aeran’s prediction, she almost expected it to scar, leave her with a permanent reminder.

She was almost disappointed when it didn’t.

#queens fic #wayfarer #wayfarer if #jael aizura #aeran kellis

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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Hello!!!! For the Thematic OC question: 1 and 16, for your OC (or OCs) of choice.

Hmmmm let see here... this is gonna be kind of a mixed bag of fandoms just bc I can ^^

1. What is the main color associated with them? What connections with that color do they share?

Endrali and Vesper are both blue; for the surface level reasons of it being Endrali's skin color(bc Chiss) and the main heraldry color for Vesper's home faction in Greedfall(Merchant Congregation), sure, but also bc it's one of those cool, soothing, calming colors and they're both very good at settling frayed nerves and defusing tense situations

Jael and Trinne are both purple, Jael bc it's the color of her eyes/facial markings and bc her personality is a mix of more outgoing "red" traits like snark and recklessness and the "blue" ability to talk Aeran out of trouble people out of being mad. Trinne is purple bc it's bold and bc it's the color of her lightning magic, which are her very favorite spells(I also associate her with red, pink, and green to an only slightly lesser extent, but purple's her main one).

Silver, Tel, and Jas are all red bc they're all reckless, out-going, boisterous redheads. xD

Vikkari's an even match between light blue, green, and purple; they're all fresh, springy colors, which is his favorite season, there's a sense of freedom, renewal, and lightness to the combination of those three colors that fits him and his story arc v well.

16. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and anything between. What kind of dish are they?

Endrali is sweet flatcakes; light, sweet, but still satisfying

Vesper I associate with plums just bc they're her favorite fruit, but I think the richness of them also fits her somehow

Jael is punch-you-in-the-teeth strong coffee with just a hint of hazelnut cream in there at the end to sweeten it up/soften the blow

Trinne is something either spicy or tart, lol, I haven't narrowed down a single food item for her yet that I remember, just the vibe

Silver and Tel are, as fits their Corellian heritage, fried ice cream

Jas is hard apple cider; sweet with a kick to it

Vikkari.... Vikkari is something comforting, like chicken and dumpling soup, or homemade french toast, something satisfying and filling that makes you feel loved bc you know it took effort to make.

Thematic OC Asks

#thematic oc asks #endrali jade #vesper de sardet #jael aizura #trinne amell #(had her for 12 years you'd think i'd know what food she is by now but NO)#silver riggs #telcontar airen #jasiri swallowtail #vikkari damson #(haaaaaaaaave i mentioned recently how much i love my angel boy? no? it's still a lot :D :D :D)

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