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liviusofpella · 7 months

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The Lover's Caress

Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Reyna) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow 2, chapter 2 Word count: 1940 Rating: M Warnings: emotional hurt, marked sexual content within the fic Category: angst A/n: this is for the girlies who needed to see Tyril bawl his eyes out at the sight of MC Tag list: @lxdy-starfury @starlight-starfury @watatsumi-island @sophie-summer @brycesgirl @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesbookclub

The clock tower showed just four minutes after four in the morning as Tyril and Reyna reached her chamber and unwillingly unlaced their hands.

"I hope you will stay? I can't open a portal for you to go back to Undermount," Reyna started as her fingers nimbly worked with the matches to light the candles on the night stands. Despite the sun already rising, dark rain clouds obstructed the light, plunging the city in gloomy darkness. "Not that I'd want to, anyway."

"I intend to watch over you constantly lest you were to disappear again."

“Nonsense, you need to rest. When was the last time you got a proper night’s rest?”

Tyril shrugged his shoulders indiscernibly. Just as Reyna was about to scold him for not taking care of himself, the match burned her fingers.

“Blast!”

"Allow me," he uttered lowly before catching her wrist and bringing the burned fingers to his lips. Having whispered a short spell, Tyril touched the sore area and a wave of soothing coolness hugged the wound. Under his scrutinizing gaze, Reyna was suddenly overcome with shyness and lowered her gaze.

"I knew having a skilled mage by my side would come in handy," she joked. “Thank you. We should probably get some rest. May I?”

Reyna’s fingers quickly undid the intricate fastening of Tyril’s clothes and as he stood in front of her in nothing but his undergarments, her brows knitted.

“That’s new,” she noticed, touching a purplish scar on the plane of his chest.

“A close encounter with a succubus.”

Reyna quirked an eyebrow. “Succubus? The seductive she-devil succubus?”

“She was said to be in possession of a long-lost spell book, I had hoped that perhaps she would help me open a portal.”

“And how exactly did you play to convince her?”

“With threats.”

"That's why you ended up with a wound on your chest? What did she strike you with, a hacksaw?"

Tyril sighed quietly upon realizing that it was not jealousy speaking through his beloved but worry. "I underestimated the risk."

"Just like you did with the fluria? And this?” she pointed to a cut just above his hip. “It's also fresh."

"A basilisk. They're rumoured to have the ability to cross realms."

"And you attacked it alone," he nodded. "You were trying to get hurt, weren't you?"

While Tyril desperately searched for the right words, Reyna took a moment to study his face in the warm candlelight. There were visible dark spots under his eyes, his cheekbones and jawline seemed a bit sharper, indicating a weight loss, and as her eyes slid lower, she also noticed how much more defined his muscles had become. He must have been hunting for a while, many more creatures than he would ever admit to her.

"I was trying to be punished."

“Tyril—”

“Reyna, you don’t understand. You were gone for a year. They took you from right under my nose, and I did nothing to stop them. You were gone for a year and I never even got a single promising lead. I am sorry I couldn't do more to help you," he whispered, dropping his gaze to her cheek, which he stroked with a thumb. "Please forgive me—"

"You need to forgive yourself, Tyril," she interrupted, her hand cupping his cheek. "It was you who gave me the strength to fight, the thought of never seeing your face again helped me get off my knees and run even though my whole body burned with pain. So thank you."

His eyes glistened and she continued.

"I think I heard you, when I was still weak and befuddled."

Tyril felt his heart skip a beat. "Perhaps Gods heard my prayers after all."

"You prayed for me?"

"Of course," he assured immediately, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "I was utterly desperate, submerged in books I held onto the faintest hope, I begged scholars and mages for help, but nobody even dared to hope. It was Adrina who suggested I should reconnect with the Gods. On my knees, I prayed for forgiveness and pleaded for help for months."

Reyna bit her lip, emotions too overwhelming to allow even the quietest words to leave her mouth without breaking into a million pieces. However, seeing how Tyril allowed his grief and loneliness to leave his body in the waves of tears, her own dam broke and soon only the quiet sniffling of two entwined lovers could be heard.

"Gods, I have missed you so much," the elf mumbled into her hair before pressing his lips to her temple, long and hard, and shut his eyes tightly, afraid she'd disappear if he opened them, just as had happened several times. "The thought of never seeing you again, never holding your hand, was driving me mad. I have grieved while still hoping, still searching for a way to bring you back, but I hit a damn wall every time. I— I have been truly awful to my family this year, Reyna, because all that mattered was getting to you as fast as possible—"

Tyril's voice suddenly broke and Reyna, as if finally understanding the full scope of the effects her absence had on her partner, felt her heart break. Her hand soothingly caressed the back of his head, while her tears pooled in the crook of his neck.

"I was afraid I'd lost you to the Shadows as well," he whispered. "And I was ready to lose myself just to get you back."

“If it’s any consolation, it only felt like a couple of days for me,” Reyna uttered quietly once they both calmed down. Tyril’s embrace loosened slightly, and he pulled back just enough to see her face.

“That’s good. I’d hate for you to feel so lonely and helpless in the Shadow Realm for a year.”

The couple timidly smiled at each other, and once Reyna’s fingers wiped the remaining evidence of anguish off his face, Tyril suggested lying down.

As if nothing ever happened, Tyril took his place on the right side of the mattress while Reyna straddled him and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Just like they did the night before everything changed.

In complete silence only interrupted by regular pattering of the rain against the window, they listened to each other's breaths, caressing each other’s skin and kissing every now and again. Reyna smiled as his thumb began drawing small circles on her bare thigh. She took in the sight in front of her, still afraid that if she blinked, he'd disappear. The mere suggestion of waking up in Valax’s laboratory again sent an uncomfortable wave of shivers down her back.

"You look so beautiful like this," she whispered, her hands journeying across his chiselled stomach and chest, marvelling at the smoothness of his pale skin. Under her fingers, she felt his pounding heart and quickened breath, and she only smiled wider. In the early morning sun, Tyril's noble features softened, making him look like the young, exhausted man he was.

"I suppose happiness looks good on everybody."

"Nobody wears it like you do, Lord Starfury," she whispered against his lips before capturing them in a soft kiss, and within seconds she welcomed his tongue on her lower lip.

Deftly sliding the strap of her bra off her shoulder, Tyril kissed her collarbone, first on the right side, then repeated the action on the left, soon unclasping the garment and letting it fall to the floor.

“At long last,” he hummed in between the sloppy kisses. Reyna smiled blissfully.

Before long, the last pieces of clothing fell to the ground and Reyna, still straddling half-sitting Tyril slowly lowered herself onto him with a quiet moan.

"I have yearned to hear you make that sound again," he gasped, one of his hands tightening on Reyna's hip while the other caressed her back, pulling her closer.

Contrary to her mind, her body felt their prolonged separation. Each touch would send a wave of shivers through her body, each bounce of her thighs pulling out soft moans from her throat. Soon they found their rhythm and the room reverberated with a blend of the couple's whimpers and ragged breaths.

As the urge to be in control for the first time in months grew, Tyril switched their position and rolled on top of Reyna, who, afraid to let him go, wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips then focused on Reyna's neck, leaving love bite after love bite in their wake, earning him a pull at his hair and increasingly louder moans.

"Please, don't ever leave me again," he huffed, pleadingly. Feeling her climax approaching, he kissed her again, sucking on her lower lip long enough to leave a tiny red bruise as his hand blindly searched for hers to lock their fingers together.

Groaning, Reyna clenched her fingers around Tyril’s, leaving half moon marks over his knuckles. She looked at him from under her lashes—the image of her partner, flushed, sweaty, whimpering proved to be the final straw that sent her over the edge. Following suit, the elf hid his face in the crook of Reyna’s neck, his hips still lazily moving.

“I’ll always fight my way back to you, Tyril.”

The wind outside picked up, howling mournfully through the city lanes and alleyways. Blissfully spent, the couple cuddled under the duvet.

“I’ve heard you and Kade got to know each other better in my absence,” Reyna mumbled sleepily, resting her head on Tyril’s shoulder. The elf hummed. “I’m glad.”

“Bonding with your brother was the only good thing to happen this past year.”

“Has he told you all the embarrassing stories?”

Tyril smirked at the memory. “A few.”

"Rest assured that I will have my revenge."

"You already know my most humiliating story, bringing shame upon my House is impossible to top."

"Personally, I believe stepping on your date's dress and causing her to fall into mud at her own Ancestral Masquerade is much more embarrassing," she chuckled while Tyril's eyes widened in shock.

"How do you know about it?"

"Your sister is an excellent conversationalist, did you know that?"

Tyril shook his head disapprovingly. “Tarnishing the reputation of House Starfury like that.”

“I like your new hairstyle, it really shows off your pretty face,” she complimented and raised her head to check whether she’d get the reaction she hoped for from him. Shortly, a dark purple blush flowered on his cheeks.

“I— Ahem, I’m glad it’s to your liking,” he stuttered.

“I’m also impressed by your musculature, you really put in some work when I was away,” she teased, making Tyril chuckle, still visibly embarrassed. “Oh, how I missed those dimples!”

“Please stop,” the elf pleaded, snaking an arm around Reyna’s bare stomach as she leant over and kissed his dimples, then the tip of his nose, chin, and finally his lips. Their kiss was interrupted by a loud thunder that made Reyna jump away, scared. She nervously looked around the room, expecting the worst, but everything was exactly the same.

She felt Tyril’s palm cupping her cheek, and she unwillingly stopped scanning the room to look at his face.

“You’re safe, Reyna. It’s alright, you’re safe. I’m with you.”

She nodded absent-mindedly. It took her a moment to shake off the images of Ashen soldiers, and she blinked repeatedly when the initial panic subsided. Tyril was looking at her worriedly, gently stroking her cheek, and Reyna focused on the way the candlelight glistened in his baby blue eyes.

“You’re safe.”

“I know. You’re with me.”

Tyril nodded and pressed his lips to her temple. “I’m with you.”

#tyril starfury #blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow 2 #choices blades #choices bolas #blades 2 #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices tyril #tyril x mc #cfwc #cfwc fics of the week #choices book club

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choicesficwriterscreations · 8 months

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CFWC Art of the Week - Aug 27 - Sep 2, 2023

Ⓜ️ = Adult/Mature Content 18+ 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW 18+ ✒️ = Includes Fanfic 🌟= Newly Posted

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Daenarya and Maiele by @/artbyainna (IG) (C: @storyofmychoices for @lilyoffandoms) 🌟

Mal x Daenarya by @vantaray (C: @storyofmychoices)

Mal x Daenarya by @weetlebeetle (C: @storyofmychoices)

Mal x Daenarya with Loola by @domakir (C: @storyofmychoices)

Mal x Daenarya with Threep by @tiny-pastel-unicorn (C: @storyofmychoices)

Mal x Daenarya Wedding by @/miss_debbi (IG) (C:@storyofmychoices)

Mal in Flower Crown by @lxdy-starfury @cashweasel (C: @storyofmychoices)

Mal Volari by @sophie-summer

Not all treasure is silver and gold | Mal Volari x F!MC by @/pokipaca (IG) (C: @storyofmychoices)

Tyril Starfury by @molliartsie 🌟

Tyril Starfury x f!elf!MC by @lxdy-starfury 🌟

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Mia Warren by @hsslilly-blog 🌟

IT LIVES WITHIN

Abel x Rowan Art by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (C: @aces-and-angels)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

To Love Again | Drake Walker x MC by @rosefuckinggenius (C: @petiteboheme) 🌟

#choices fanart #playchoices fanart #choices the stories you play #playchoices #cfwc art of the week #blades of light and shadow #high school story #it lives within #the royal romance

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 2 years

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Thomas & Alex Hunt Art Masterlist—Part 1

I have a full list of my commission here, but it is quite long so I thought I'd break it up a bit.

All of these are paid commissions and may not be reposted, edited, reused, distributed, or published in anyway. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

☆ Chibi Hug by artist: @the-strawberryfarmer

☆ Arm Around Shoulder by artist: @autsdoodles

☆ Chibi Hug from Behind by artist: @neonravensart

☆ Eskimo Kiss by artist: @neonravensart

☆ Snuggling on the Floor [Close up View] by artist: @autsdoodles

☆ Date Night with Flowers by artist: tiny-pastel-unicorn

☆ Valentine’s Day Post (collection of various Thomas x Alex commissions)

☆ Chibi Dancing Heart by artist: @madeofmaddy

☆ Birth Announcement (featuring Felicity & Vincent Hunt) by artist: @autsdoodles

☆ Dancing by artist: @somewillwin

☆ In The Morning by artist: @somewillwin

☆ Relaxing by artist: @oneemofungirl

☆ Family Portrait by artist: @medfangs

☆ Wedding Portrait by artist: @annasassiart

☆ Alex, Thomas, & Bogart (puppy) –asleep on the couch [fic about art] by artist: @domakir

☆ Alex, Thomas & Bogart (puppy) – cuddling in the grass by artist: @the-strawberryfarmer

☆Alex, Thomas & Bogart (dog) – happy family by artist: tiny-pastel-unicorn

☆ Thomas & Alex sketch by artist: @foxsteel–fanart

☆ Alex hugging Thomas’s arm by artist: @lxdy-starfury

☆ Vampire! Thomas Hunt by artist: @vantaray

☆ Thomas holding Alex sketch by artist: @shazrystyles

☆ Winter Icons of Thomas & Alex getting a Chirstmas Tree by artist: @vantaray

☆ Santa Icon (Thomas) by artist: @vantaray

☆ Winter at the Park Icon (Thomas) by artist: @vantaray

☆ Dancing at the Club (gift from giveaway) by artist: @bay-lee

☆Family Portrait (Thomas, Alex, Felicity, Vincent) by artist: @iren-lan

☆ Chibi Snow Kiss (gift) by artist: @the-soot-sprite

☆ Love & Scotch Series art (Thomas x Alex, Ethan Ramsey x Ellie) by artist: @misadrawss

☆ Black & White sketch of Thomas & Alex cuddling by artist: @/asillysmartone on IG

☆ Chibi Dancing by artist: @neonravensart

☆ Face touch by artist: @somewillwin

☆ Alex and Thomas Valentine’s Icon [+drabble] by artist: @vantaray

☆ Thomas Holding Alex by artist: @vantaray

☆ Thomas and Alex: Almost Kiss by artist: @plejaades

☆ Chibi Hunt Family (happy birthday to the twins) by artist: @tthysoul

☆ Watercolor Thomas Hunt x Alex by artist: @/elsiebsart (on Instagram)

☆ Chibi Alex and Thomas Hunt Icon by artist: @weetlebeetle

☆ Thomas Hunt Chibi Icon by artist: @/ariekochan (on Instagram)

☆ Late Night Cravings: Pregnant!Alex wakes Thomas by artist: @misadrawss

☆ Thomas and Alex Kissing by artist: @ethansdique

☆ Chibi Alex kissing Thomas by artist: @snlangford

☆ Thomas Hunt Birthday Chibi gift by artist: @hashiedraws

☆ Red Carpet Ready: Thomas + Alex Hunt by artist: @/pokipaca (on instagram)

☆ Thomas Hunt + Alex Spencer-Hunt Stargazing icons by artist: @vantaray

☆ Thomas and Alex Dancing Icon by artist: @/ariekochan (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas and Alex Dancing Chibi by artist: @neonravensart

☆ Bogart Hunt dressed as Thomas for Halloween by @vantaray

☆ Bogart Hunt dressed as Thomas IG Edit

☆ Thomas Hunt dressed as a werewolf by @vantaray

☆ Thomas and Alex dancing by @/artbyainna (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas and Alex Hollywood theme by @/sierachannn (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas + Alex by the fire by @/artbyainna (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas and Alex with heart hands by artist: @weetlebeetle

☆ Santa Hunt by @/angki.s_ f (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas + Alex at the park by @/_raccoonart_ (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas + Alex dancing @/lemony_leech (on Instagram)

☆ Thomas + Alex Cuddling by @vantaray

☆ Once Upon a Time [Hunt Family] by @/artbyainna IG

☆ Hunt Drinking Scotch by @/artbyainna IG

☆ HollywoodU Hunt and Alex by @/artsy_elii on Instagram

☆ Thomas + Alex hug by @weetlebeetle

☆ Thomas + Alex Hollywood Gif by @bayleedrawsx

☆ Thomas and Alex family collage

☆ Thomas and Alex in purple by @softfairies

☆ Alex and Thomas Hunt chibi pink by arssel_land on Instagram

☆ Alex and Thomas Hunt sketch portrait by @sbmranger

💖Masterlist part two here💖

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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detective lyra kingston - from the wayhaven chronicles (by @seraphinitegames)

thank you to the amazing @lxdy-starfury (please commission her if you get the chance) for this gorgeous headshot of my detective lyra, who is in a messy love triangle with adam & nate.

also thank you to the mods of @distantshoresaw for the prize and for hosting such a fun event.

*goes without saying, but do not repost or reuse for your own oc(s).

#twc fanart #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven #wayhaven art #twc art #twc #my detective #detective lyra kingston #my commissioned art #my twc commissions #lxdy-starfury #not choices

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sysba · 3 years

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You said that I can go all out when it comes to our boys Valen and Galael and so ... *sigh* I think it’s time I let you know that I have a tiny thirst sketch folder dedicated to them that may or may never see the light of day idk I haven’t decided yet

It probably will because I get a little excited every time we talk about them

I just *sniff* I just love them so much man

SJSJSKSKSKSKSKAJS THIRST SKETCH FOLDER?????? HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT *shrieks* 😩❤️ god they look so good together don't they? i love them 🥺 just in general i love valen sm 😭😭😭

#lxdy-starfury #answered #lou tag #galael lightdew

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sounddrive · 3 years

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Ventus Crosswind; Half Orc-Air Genasi Bard

art by @cashweasel [If you want something like this, she has commissions open!]

#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #half orc #air genasi #lxdy-starfury #sounddrive #Ventus Crosswind

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romaniangothic · 3 years

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#BSJSZHAKJSKSKS thank u????#answered #lxdy-starfury

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mahariel-theirin · 3 years

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Kiss, marry, kick from the party ...

Mal, Mason and .. Aerin?

oooooh you put Mal and Mason in there. Fistfight! fistfight!

Kick form the party - Aerin. Sorry, buddy. You know what you did.

uhhhhh Mason is the less marrying type compared to Mal, but that makes me wanna marry him more? But Mal... Marry - Mal Kiss - Mason I’m in a Mal, Mason poly now. Thanks.

#ask game #twc mason #mal volari #aerin valleros #lxdy-starfury

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baltersome · 4 years

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Blades Music Band AU: Nia

Ecstatic to share my first ever collab with the extremely talented wonderful @lxdy-starfury 💖 She gave life to my sketch (look at those colors!! and the fact it's digital art I'm-) and I am forever blown away by her and so humbled by this (ilysm sis kdhsjgfd)

✨Tagging @iaraiumi (👸🙌🏼) who started the revolution with Tyril on guitar and @hashiedraws with Mal on guitar too ✨

#playchoices #choices #bolas #choices fanart #baltersome #lxdy-starfury #my art journey #nia ellarious #blades #blades of light and shadow

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honourlight · 3 years

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hey king take this ring😌

#this made me chuckle #also how did you know i love chocolate milk #love yoouuuuuu lou!!#lxdy-starfury #mutuals🥺#ask

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cashweasel · 8 months

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Are you going to change your username? I miss seeing lxdy-starfury on my feed.

Tbf I did think about it but then I also thought about how annoying it is watermarking art with a different url it gives me so much anxiety 💀 I miss her I wanna bring her back for the bit lol but it’s not going to be permanent 😔

#ask #blades of light and shadow

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liviusofpella · 8 months

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Ghost of You

Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Reyna)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow 2, chapter 1

Word count: 1720

Rating: T

Warnings: emotional hurt

Category: angst

A/n: where there is angst potential, there I am as well. it’s short, it’s painful, enjoy

Tag list: @lxdy-starfury @starlight-starfury @watatsumi-island @lazypartridge @sophie-summer @lilyoffandoms @brycesgirl @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesbookclub

“Then, if you don’t mind, once this is over I’d love to go back to Undermount with you.”

“Nothing would bring me greater joy than to come back home with you, my love.”

Benumbed, Tyril observed the bloody droplets’ road down the sandy stone wall of his chamber in the Whitetower palace. The pulsating pain in his left hand indicated, at best, a split knuckle, yet it could not amount to the agonising pain in his heart. It had been three months since Reyna was captured, and they made almost no progress in coming up with a plan to rescue her. Despite the countless hours spent in the realm’s biggest, most abundant library, despite desperately begging the most prominent magic wielders to open a portal to the Shadow realm, they made no progress. It was time to head home.

“Hey, don’t be a stranger, okay? We’ll keep digging as well,” Mal patted the elf on the arm as he mounted his drake. Tyril nodded almost imperceptibly.

Nia gave his healthy hand a faint squeeze. Noticing her worried gaze, he squeezed back. The Priestess could not forget the agonised wail he let out one night, the same one she heard deep in the elven catacombs when they learned the truth about Kaya’s fate. Hearing the heartbreak in her usually composed friend’s voice broke her already strained heart. “Please take care of yourself, Tyril.”

“Reyna’s a mighty fighter, elf. We’ll find a way to get her back,” Imtura comforted, but even she could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.

“That’s assuming she’s still alive,” he muttered and before anyone could scold him, added: “Keep pushing Aerin. Resort to violence if necessary.”

The orc nodded and after a brief goodbye, Tyril gave the command and the drake took to the skies.

Upon arrival at the Starfury Manor, he requested for a guest room to be prepared and headed for the library, where he spent the following days. Combing through several books a day, the elf paid little attention to the food his family provided, the need for sleep or any of his representative responsibilities. It was not until a week later that he returned to the manor for the night, steering clear from his bedchamber, the one in which he spent a night with Reyna.

The blue tint of the night sky and loud hoots of the native red-feathered Undermount owl indicated a late night hour. Despite the exhaustion, he found the strength to scribble a short journal entry.

Day 126

Another fruitless night at the library. No news from Whitetower. Reyna would scold me for losing hope, but how am I supposed to believe there is a way when we haven't even stumbled upon anything helpful? What if there is no way?

According to Nia, Prince Aerin still refuses to cooperate. Or perhaps even he doesn't know how to help. I suppose he wouldn't withhold such knowledge, knowing it is Reyna who needs help.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The information of Reyna's abduction resounded in every town, giving way to a wave of terror at the possibility of the dangerous enemies returning. Grateful nods and welcomes turned into pained looks of worry and compassion, forcing Tyril to hole up in the library where nobody bothered him.

The notion of people pitying him implied an impasse, and Tyril was far from giving up. He was convinced that there was a way to open a portal, and he just had to find the right book.

He rubbed his eyes, allowing a few tears of exhaustion to roll down his pale cheeks.

That night, led by the ghost of melancholy, Tyril made his way to his chamber.

Lying on his side, Tyril closed his eyes and his hand instinctively reached for her, only to be welcomed by a cold emptiness.

Convinced he could still smell her flowery lotion on the pillow, the elf hugged the fabric to his chest, his thumb involuntarily stroking the material as if he was holding Reyna.

"Please, hold on for a little longer, Reyna," he whispered, lulled to sleep by the soothing owl song. That night, just as every other night, he dreamt of Reyna; however, this time it was not a nightmare.

"Unless you fancy an ugly scar, stop wiggling for a moment," Reyna scolded, patting the wound on his neck with an alcohol soaked gauze. Tyril clenched his teeth and endured the medical care in silence. Once the wound was cleaned and bandaged, Reyna pressed her lips to his warm and slightly damp temple while Tyril, finally allowing himself a moment of respite, rested his head on her chest. His eyelids closed instantly as he felt safe in her embrace.

Dragging his own feet, Tyril made his way through the city’s market district, ignoring the delicious smells of honey cakes and cheerful shouts of children dancing to a visiting bard’s song, a tale of Morella’s brigand of heroes.

As he took a seat by a humble pond in the heart of a communal garden, the image of his beloved slipped into his mind, bringing about the memory of Reyna comforting him after Kaya’s funeral. A low, pathetic chuckle, resembling a shy sob, escaped his throat. Was losing the people dearest to his heart the price for saving so many lives? Had he not paid enough already?

The days and nights became a blur. Had he not kept a track of days in his journal, he would not have the faintest idea how long she’d been gone. Journaling was to be a way to keep his thoughts organised, but it did not stand the test of time. His daily scribbles rather quickly turned into letters to Reyna, letters he could not send.

Encouraged by Adrina who could not bear to watch the limitless sorrow of her beloved brother, Tyril decided to return to his roots, a traditional meditation known as Erinza, typically a fifteen-minute conversation with the Gods which he had abandoned whilst on his quest. Now, as if both to atone and to beg them for help, he meditated for an hour three times a day.

As much as they could, the Starfurys helped to comb the library shelves, partially to help bring Reyna back, and partially to keep an eye on Tyril, making sure he ate and took naps. The dark circles under his eyes, matted hair conveniently gathered in a messy bun and unhealing wounds on his knuckles indicated that not only was he not taking care of himself but also that his nerves started to wear thin.

My dearest Reyna,

today marks the 250th day of your absence. I’m ashamed to admit that, realistically, there is nothing we can do for you. The last dove from Whitetower arrived this morning, saying that our friends had to resume their responsibilities, leaving just me and your brother searching the libraries. Imtura promised to check the plundered scrolls in Flotilla. Perhaps the orcs will have more luck. I certainly hope so.

I fear the Gods have forsaken me, Reyna. Despite my desperate pleas, there is no sign of anyone listening.

Tyril sighed and scored the last sentence out of the entry. He was embittered, yes, but he knew better than to treat the Gods as djinns who would make his wishes come true.

Throughout the day he struggled to keep his anger at bay, the sense of injustice, guilt, and punishment desperately clang to him while at night his dreams were plagued by the horrific possibilities of the abductors' tortures, thus despite catching a few hours of sleep, he'd wake up even more exhausted than before. The shadows took everything from him. When he almost gave his life trying to rid the world of danger, restore his House’s reputation, and give his beloved friend a proper closure, the darkness still found a way to destroy him.

Whenever he felt the anger and urge for vengeance, he remembered the person he became thanks to Reyna. Before they met, his quest consumed him, sheer fury permeated every cut of his sword, and every conversation he held with the innocent residents. Reyna showed him a different path, a path that was kind but just, filled with love and compassion. As the walking testament to the incredible person she was, Tyril aspired to encompass what she taught him. To honour her memory.

Day 360. I fear that had there been a way to enter the Shadow Realm, we would have found it a long time ago. It’s time to look realistically at this situation. I have once again lost the one closest to my heart and I can’t shake the persistent thought that had I been faster, more decisive, she would now lie next to me.

He failed. It was time to admit defeat. He failed Kaya, and then he failed Reyna.

Once the hope for finding a way to rescue his beloved dwindled, almost exactly a year later, Tyril contended it was high time he returned to the family and social life. On a warm June night, he represented his House at a wedding of one of the House Ascendant heirs. Watching the elven pairs effortlessly sail through the floor, Tyril remembered last year’s masquerade—remembered how despite the looming danger of the Shadow Court he managed to dance with Reyna, how quickly he always forgot about the surrounding world whenever she was in his arms, and how incredible it felt to hold her so close. For a split second, he could even see their ghosts dance again, and he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. Sipping on his honey wine, he pondered praying to the human gods, but he was shaken out of his thoughts by a warm hand on his shoulder.

Adrina was looking at him with a warm smile. "May I have this dance, Lord Starfury?"

Tyril nodded absent-mindedly. As he led his sister across the floor, navigating amongst the cheerful elves, he imagined he was holding Reyna in his arms. Alas, Adrina's tall stature painfully reminded him of the harsh truth.

Day 365. Today I visited Kaya’s grave, begging her for help. I know I shouldn’t bother a resting soul—alas, I’ve become utterly desperate, love. Come back to me, Reyna.

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