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oz-the-sorcerer · 10 months
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Steampunk!AU Brea
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yeah, remember my Steampunk!AU?
here's Brea's design and a sketch (a very messy one so im sorry im very busy hhh) of them (the two gelfling who make me happy the most 🗣️🗣️) first meeting
gonna expand the lore if you care for it hehe
(see the alternative if you can't read my writing)
if you missed part 1
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fiorimaya · 9 months
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please help heal all of our hearts a lil bit and do a dark crystal aor AU where it’s like years down the road and the garthim war NEVER happened
Sure thing! You didn't say any specific ships or anything so I'll use my favorites... hope that's alright and hope you like it! :D <3 Glad to write some peaceful, happy moments of them where they're not worried about war and stuff and can just be happy :') Also just in general, please no one come at me or start arguments just because of who is who's kid in this LOL we can all have our theories/ideas and keep the peace! (This Kira's parents theory I don't even fully 100% agree with because I'm back and forth between it being these two and another ship. I just strongly prefer these two to be her parents 😭😂 so unless requested otherwise, they always will be in my writing.) This is fictional so don't take it too seriously. Plus, I know nothing is confirmed yet.)
"Is this it?" Brea asked from atop the counter, holding a jar she'd just pulled out of the cabinet.
Deet glanced up, stirring the contents in the bowl as thoroughly as she could. "Yes!"
Brea got down and walked to her, opening it and ready to add it in. Once Deet stopped stirring and held it out to her, she did. Brea watched as Deet mixed it in with the other contents before adding it to what was in the pot.
"Mother?" The two heard a voice behind them. They both turned and smiled at the girl.
"Yes sweetie?" Brea asked.
"Jen and I are starving. Is the food almost ready?"
"It shouldn't be much longer, Kira," Brea answered, going over and gently patting her face.
"It will be ready shortly," Deet answered before turning her attention back to stirring the pot.
"There you go! That's it!" Deet heard Rian's voice from outside. She looked through the window and saw Rian with their son and smiled at the sight of them. Rian was teaching Jen his forms- something he'd longed to do since even before Jen was born. Rian had wanted to teach his son everything that Ordon had taught him. He'd shown Jen things occasionally once he was able to stand steady on his feet; but now he was the right age that he could really get into the depths of things. Deet's heart melted when she saw Rian ruffle Jen's hair and continue to praise him. Jen had a proud smile spread across his face.
A few minutes later, the food was ready. Brea held Kira up so she could reach to get the bowls from the cabinet. After that, Brea set the table while Kira ran outside to get her father as well as Jen and Rian. The four walked back in as Deet was filling each bowl with the food she'd just made.
Kylan pulled Brea's chair out for her, kissing her cheek softly after she sat. Brea smiled at him, a blushing mess, and was able to give him a quick kiss on the lips before he got up straight again, making him blush as well. All those trine together and they still got red in the face at every little moment like that between them. Kira was sitting beside her father, and Jen was sat beside of her. They saw that moment between Kira's parents and looked at each other. "Ew," they giggled.
"Cut it out," Kylan told them with a smile.
Deet had washed the pot out and put it back in its place when Rian put his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck, making her shiver a little, but she smiled. "Something smells good."
She turned in his arms to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders as his went to her waist. "Something I haven't made in a while. I believe since even before we started courting so long ago."
"Hm," he smiled. "Can't wait to try it."
"Then go try it!" She giggled.
He kissed her lips gently before taking her hand and walking her to the table.
Jen and Kira looked at each other again. "Ew," they giggled again.
"Very funny," Rian spoke as he sat beside of Jen, causing the two to give each other a look at then giggle even harder.
Since everyone was seated, they began eating. "Mmm," Kira beamed after a few bites. "Deet, this is so good!"
"Thank you, sweetie," Deet smiled at her.
"She's right," Rian told Deet. "Absolutely delicious, my love."
"Good thing I watched her prepare it so I'll be able to make it for you at home too," Brea told Kira.
Kylan gave his wife a look. "You're going to start cooking?"
Brea put her glass down after taking a sip of her water and looked at her daughter. "Good thing I watched her prepare it so I'll be able to tell your father how to make it at home for us too."
Once evening fell, they decided to go outside and start a fire. When the fire was lit, all but Jen and Kira sat around it and Kylan pulled out his firca. "I brought my firca!"
Brea beamed. "Wonderful!" She always loved to hear him play it.
"Rian," Deet looked at him. "You should go get your lute!"
"Deet..." Rian gave her a look.
"Oh, come on. You play wonderfully!" Deet stated.
"And I play for you. And Jen."
"Well, the way I see it, if you can play for us inside, then you can play out here as well," she smiled. Rian kept the same expression and just stared at her. Deet pouted a little. "Pleeeeease."
How could he say no to that? He sighed but smiled. "Fine."
"Oh, good!" Deet giggled as he walked past her and towards their house.
"Mother," Jen said breathlessly as he reached Deet. He was out of breath from running around with Kira, who walked up to stand beside him.
"Yes, sweet?" Deet looked at him.
"Could Kira and I go get some empty jars?"
Deet looked around and knew what they planned on doing with them as she saw the firebugs lighting around them. They liked running around and catching them each summer when they were out. Deet smiled at him. "Of course. Bottom right cabinet, I believe."
"Thank you!"
The two smiled and ran to the house, passing Rian as he returned with his lute. He sighed and sat beside of Deet again. "Alright, I've got my lute."
Deet clapped happily and Rian couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was. Her happiness made him happy. After a moment, he started playing as Deet shifted closer to him to lay her head on his shoulder. Kylan quickly picked up on the song Rian was playing and played along on his firca as Brea laid her head in his lap.
Song after song was played throughout the evening, with talking and laughter in between. Jen and Kira had eventually got tired of running around and were dozing off sitting on their mothers' laps, heads against their chests. They rocked them and hummed softly along with the soft music from the guys until the two children were finally asleep. Once they were sleeping, Rian sat his lute beside of him as Kylan put his firca away.
"These two have just worn themselves out," Deet whispered with a smile, still holding Jen close to her. Rian had put his arm around her and was smiling at his son. "We should get him to bed," he said. She nodded.
"We should get this little girl to bed as well," Brea whispered, looking down at Kira.
"Let's go," Kylan told her.
"Maybe you three should stay in the guest room," Deet offered. "It's getting awfully late."
"Thank you," Brea beamed, standing up slowly while holding Kira. "That sounds wonderful."
Deet smiled and Rian stood up, gently taking Jen from her. "I'll be sure to make their favorite breakfast for them in the morning," Deet beamed.
And with that, the four and the two sleeping children made their way back to the house after a long, but wonderful day together.
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The palace of Ha’rar was shrouded in complete, sepulchral silence, the constant rambling and political rants amongst the many nobles and elders had ceased as the first brother had begun its descent behind the crystalline and etched windows of the citadel. In the eastern wing of the castle, sitting upon a marble-etched bench, sat a young Spriton, head back down to the ground, allowing his long, ebony hair to fall around, concealing the morose, worried look on his face. He reached out for the Firca around his neck, sliding his fingers down the single new crafted rune upon it, finding a semblance of comfort in its feel.  The marked carvings upon the bone, the golden, dried ink lining the runic patterns;  it was a symbol his love had made for him, a comfort in this dark time.  The sound of steps over the finely polished stone and marble floor echoed through the room, yet the young man did not tear away from his thoughts, too embedded in the texture of the rune to do so.
“Kylan?” a voice uttered gently over him, the Spriton held tightly to the Firca for a moment, as if letting go of it would bring his most dire fear to life, that the banishment of the thought could bring a much darker fate upon him. “Kylan…” the voice said again, just before the Song-Teller felt a hand slowly reaching down to his shoulder. The trembling Spriton slowly lifted his gaze to meet his friends’ faces.  Gurjin’s alert, intense yellow eyes and Rian’s gentle, azure eyes looked at him with matched concern. The well-built Drenchen gave him a calm, gentle smile, yet despite his own efforts the Song-Teller could not return it, the same barren, fretful expression on his face, concealed between the strands of loosened and mussed ebony hair.  “How are you holding up?” the broad-shouldered Gelfling questioned amicably, clearly trying to cheer up his friend. The dark-haired Spriton let out a sigh. There were no words needed to express his feeling, a cruel irony of fate, one that he and his friends could see.  It had been the grief of loss that had made him become a Song-Teller, the need to express through the music of instruments and the stories of old, and yet it had been the same feeling that had rendered him speechless now, mute and unable to even respond to the simple question. He had been as such ever since the pain began a few hours back, when Brea had awakened in the middle of the early-morning, seized by a sharp pain. He had helped her get to the medic wing before being pushed out by Naia and the rest of the attending healers. The rest of the Castle had been awakened by the commotion, all attending and awaiting the moment.
“Kylan, I know what you think, but you know Naia is a capable healer; this isn’t the first birth she has tended to,” Gurjin reminded him, “She’s in the most capable hands…” “She had to attend many refugees during the war,” Rian agreed with a nod, “Honestly, this should be a breeze for her after so much conflict…”
Kylan nodded somberly, trying to take in the words of his friends and swallow away all the dread.  They…they’re right , he thought, trying to reassure himself, reminding himself of the time he had spent at the many camps, accompanying the Drenchen healer to treat the injured refugees, the many times she had been called upon to tend to a birth.  At times he had been forced to help, with the number of healers stretched thin, remembering as Naia talked him through a complicated birth, patiently and calmly navigating the blood, internal fluids, and soothing elixirs while he tried his best not to faint or vomit.  Despite her young age, she had delivered more of them during the entire trine and half that the war had lasted. And yet…she was not infallible, no one was, the war itself had taught them as much, that even beings of supposed great power like the Skeksis and the horrid constructs of flesh and metal their twisted wills had brought to life were not flawless, and so the Gelfling themselves were not, and the young Song-Teller could remember despite her best efforts one of the expecting mothers, a young Stonewood woman, barely reaching her twentieth trine.  She had been too tired and weakened, and no matter how much Naia tried…they had lost her, and the child had died within the healer’s own arms. The feeble, withered, bloody form of the infant had haunted the young Song-Teller’s mind. A sudden, painful scream reverberated within the high, vaulted walls, wrenching Kylan away from his thoughts. Unlike the first time, he did not turn his eyes, not even to look back into the worried faces of his friends.  He did not gasp, he stood in complete, utter, silence, waiting for it to pass, holding onto the native instrument, onto the one semblance of peace and tranquility he carried.  Please…please be safe, my love , was all he could think, slightly turning his head, looking to the closed door by his side, not wishing to imagine the horrors that lay within. My Brea…
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Brea let out a sudden sigh as the pain dimmed, the Princess breathing in quick, short breaths, trying to regain air as the stinging feeling ebbed, her throbbing muscles slowly returning to calmness. Her clasped hands slowly let go of the ragged, bloodied unamoth silk underneath, leaving behind a few dented marks of her nails in the fine textile.  She tried to raise her head, the tensed muscles of her neck and even the thin strands of messy hair that fell behind her like a waterfall of tainted silver seeming like a weight of lead, and her elbows struggled to even lift her weakened form.   “I….” she tried to speak through the exhaustion, struggling to pull herself up against the headboard. She didn’t know how long she had been doing this, her mind had been too focused on the slowly growing pain inside of her, on the sensations that had taken over her petite frame. No amount of knowledge within the medical books, no talk with specialized physicians or even soothsayers and shamans of all clans who had come as envoys upon the news that she was with child could have prepared her for what was to come, not even the pain she had lived through her time at war could have prepared her for what was to come. “My lady, here!” a young Vapran nurse said, quickly rushing to her side, helping her sit up against the soft, cotton, unamoth-silk pillows. The Princess breathed deeply, feeling the air uncharacteristically cold, brushing sharply against her nose and her lips as she slumped back, head barely gracing the pillow behind her, one of her hand reaching down to caress the rounded, protruding womb, hard to believe it had only been three months since the midwives and healers had told her she was with child, hard to believe how much she ha changed at that time, her movement becoming to constrained, as if tied down, her own wings unable to lift her weight into the air. She had felt helpless, drained, prone…much like the ancient ceremonial stories had said. “We are almost there, Brea!”, a voice said from the far end of the bed, the young Vapran rose her eyes away from her form to see Naia rising up, she had to force her sight to completely make out her form. “My…my baby…”, the Princess uttered upon her exhaustion, in this state even attempting to articulate words tired her out, it had been an extremely frustrating process, to slowly lose the will and strength to do sometimes even the simplest task, reading by candlelight or creating murals on her journal and helping at the library had turned nearly herculean, and it had only gotten worse over the trine. The amount of activity she had seen during the war had not calmed her enough, the help she had lent in her efforts to rebuild the lost towns and vestiges of their culture had to cease upon the news, while she had been overjoyed to know the effect of seeing her become more and more dependable and unable to perform frustrated her to no end. “I know it hurts…”, the Drenchen healer said, the tone was the kindest she could muster in her voice, her own trine of experience had not prepared her for the task of tending to the pregnancy of her own friend, most of her own patients and charges had women from far villages and towns, none she had known too personally, the love that extended to them the same as was expected from a Maudra, the profundity of what this meant was wounding, to think that the possibility of losing the two or delivering the withered body sent shivers down her spine. “I know it hurts, but we are so close!”, she repeated, stiffing her tone, “You gotta push, your child is almost here!” The Princess took a moment to take in her words, her exhausted mind processing her words slowly, time had lost all meaning the moment she had been taken into labor and the dim sunlight penetrating through the upper, gold and purple stained glass window was barely, the eyelids feeling like weights of lead and the bags beneath her eyes bloated and profound.
Almost there… , the Vapra thought to herself, caressing the prone skin of her exposed stomach, she couldn’t tell if the feeling of the child insane was real or her own mind playing illusions from the long hours of toil, her small hands clasped together, lifting herself up and lying back against the pillows, “Al…alright…” Naia nodded, giving her friend a comforting smile before re-aligning herself in front of Brea’s birth canal, “Now push…we are almost there…” The Vapran nodded, placing her hands at the side and itching herself slightly towards her Drenchen friend. Remaining quiet for a few moments, the Princess took a deep breath, slowly feeling the pain filling again, her lips curling at the sudden contraction of her muscles, it was unbearable, as if she was being rent asunder, her lips parted to let out a scream.
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In the courtyard, Seladon phased back and forth, her elegant, azure robe flowing down, dragging through the thick, snow-covered grounds, her eyes open and unease as they turned to look through the windows that peered into the Citadel and her hands , hidden beneath the long sleeves of the ceremonial dress she had received from the Maudren as a sign of their new unity upon the end of the war and the healing of the heart of Thra trembled intensely. She opened her lips, attempting to let out a sound, but the air rasped against her sore, throbbing throat, causing the young All-Maudra to grasp her throat. She had entered a panic attack mere moments after Brea had gone into labor, the screams of pain reverberating within her mind had awakened the dreadful memories of her mother’s and Tavra’s deaths, both ran through by the wicked blades of the Skeksis before her very eyes, the fear of losing her sister, the last of her family, of her blood was too much to bear, she had already feared what would happen if Brea followed them to Thra…much as it was improper for a leader, Seladon wouldn’t know if she would have the courage to continue walking amongst the living. “You should sit, All-Maudra”, A voice said from the right, causing the Vapran woman to let out a sudden gasp, a plume of smoke escaping her lips before she turned back.
Behind her and a few meters, sitting close to the flowing but cold, small garden river was a sight that would have confused many, a Skeksis, a strange appearance indeed, the Great Conjunction had occurred little more than a trine back, reuniting all the Skeksis who did not fall on the war, with only The Mariner and the Scroll-Keeper being granted amnesty for siding with them in the war, but the former patron of the Sifa had long departed Skarith, too guilty of her failure to the sailor clan, seeking islands beyond, whereas the former court scholar had remained in Ha’rar to run the local library but had been sent on a program to educate the still many illiterate Gelfling and the news would take time to reach him in the borders of the Endless Forest and close to Sog, where a cabal of Vapran scholars and Spriton Songtellers had joined him. The creature itself didn’t resembled the withered and broken reptilian beasts that had taken the heart of Thra, no, this being stood tall and proud, in a way that not even the still elegant and fresh Mariner could not hope emulate from the prime of their youth, when they had been birthed by the Crystal, a muscular, well built form towering like a massive statue above the All-Maudra, clad in what seemed a relatively simple apron of Gelfling design, a few sprinkled of dried oil and charcoal staining it and the naked, four arms showed a collection of crimson and orange feathers. “The healers got it under control, everything is gonna be fine…”, the Skeksis continued,  If a stranger had heard the rich, profound and slightly rasped tone of the voice one would not have been able it was a female, “Besides, your own issues with your back and wings due to overworking haven’t been solved yet…” “And she still refuses to use that wheelchair we designed for her…”, pointed out the Mystic by her side, a long yet bent creature holding into an intricately decorated staff, but unlike many of the wooden canes used by the Mystics she had dealt with, this one was metallic and heavily decorated with sigils. The All-Maudra curled her lips, clenching her fingers as if she wanted to immediately retort but she could not, it had been an entire trine since she had formally taken the position of All-Maudra, being forged, hardened by the former war and the rough politics of the now independent Gelfling, yet the re-establishment of order, creation of a new system of laws and negotiations to avoid infighting, plus the fear of losing her sister had worsened her already frail health overtime, Nothing I can’t handle , she had thought to herself, Mayrin hadn’t allowed for special measures to be taken to help her crippling scoliosis and despite the council the court healers and the Engineers the idea was still hard to come by.
“We agreed I would only use it outside court appearances and only when in extreme cases!”, Seladon finally managed to retort, her voice barely above a whisper but she knew well the Skeksis and her mystic counterpart heard, “Not like I need it here or can use it anyway…”, she muttered. “Still think you can fool us, All-Maudra?”, the lumbering creature questioned with a chuckle, raising a feathered eyebrow, “We know full well how you feel about this, or have you forgotten we have been leaving with the clans longer than any other?”. The young Vapran woman let out a sigh, placing her hands on her head and rubbing her temples, “No…no I did not”, she recognized, suppressing a shudder as another wave of pain shot down her form, the woman hugging her arms around herself. “Trying to suppress the pain with another pain will not help, All-Maudra”, the Mystic insisted, slowly walking over to the woman’s side, deciding against placing a hand over her shoulder, aware of the zones that most ached when she tensed, “You should not be this cruel to yourself…” The All-Maudra nodded weakly, “I…I just don’t wanna lose her, urMyr”, she confessed with a hoarse voice, gently turning, the wings on her back feeling like they were made of pure, carved stone, threatening to drag her into the snow, “She’s all I really got in life…”. skekOr and urMyr shared a glance and nodded somberly, in a way they knew it was not true, the All-Maudra had found love in the arms of the Prince of the Drenchen during the war, finding his humor refreshing, but hearing all she had lost in her family and how much the relation between the two had grown in the war, how much Seladon struggled to protect her, they could only agree with her. “She’s all I have…”, Seladon repeated, holding her chest, her voice breaking slightly and her words barely audible, thoughts of her sister perishing flooding her mind, of her from slowly closing her eyes as They claimed her, like it had claimed all her family before her, “No…”, she said, trying to hold back the memories, tears beginning to slide down her pale cheeks. “All-Maudra…”, skekOr said, noting the sudden shift and sudden distress, “All-Maudra you gotta calm down, the healers said…” “No…”, Seladon interrupted but she hadn’t even heard him, too focused on her thoughts, on the pain of her, “No, no, no, she’s going to die…”, the Vapran noble exclaimed, holding the sides of her head and collapsing on the snow-covered ground, “Brea, Brea, no, no…”, she said. “Seladon, you gotta calm down!”, skekOr said, “She’s gonna be alright, please, remember the diagnosis…” “She’s going to die!”Seladon shouted, clasping her hands and burying her fingers under the platinum strands of her, “She is going to die!”, she yelled, “No, no, no…you can’t leave me, Brea, not after father, not after mother, not after Tavra!”. At the sudden sight, the Skeksis woman couldn’t keep away anymore, she scooped the All-Maudra up and hugged her, careful not to excel much pressure and avoiding the particularly tense shoulders of the woman, where she had read nearly all of her pain concentrated, “Seladon, it’s alright…it’s going to be alright”, she reassured her, the rasped profound voice still filled with tenderness, she held the suddenly silent woman against her chest, the only sound being her muffled cries. “There, there, let it all out”, skekOr continued, reaching out to gently pass her hand along the cascade of silver hair, she had seen the All-Maudra grow during the time they had served together in the war, watching the insecure girl become a true leader, rising above all adversity and standing for her people, still the subject of family was dear to her, she could understand what, losing them all and not being able to truly express how she felt about them her entire life, not able to show her affection as often as she would like wounded her, “Deep breaths…deep breaths…”, she indicated, pulling away the young woman and slowly placing her back on the ground, looking as she let out harsh breaths. “Slowly…”, the Skeksis woman indicated, raising a taloned hand, beckoning her to stop, the Gelfling woman sniffling and stopping to cry, “There you go, take it slow and easy…”, the engineer beckoned, “Slow breath…”. The Gelfling woman inhaled, feeling the cold air brush the insides of her nose, almost cutting painful but she followed, trying to follow the instructions she had been given, “There you go”, the creature said with a smile on her short beak, “Exhale now, slowly…”, she beckoned with a gesture that looked strange from her massive, muscular hand, the Vapran however, followed her instructions, exhaling, “Again…”, she followed almost as she let out, trying to prevent Seladon from shuddering again. After a few deep breathing exercises that felt like an hour to Seladon, the young Vapran noble lowered her head, all the anguish and fear slowly dissipating from her mind but clarity would take a while before fully manifesting in her, leaving her to still worry. “I am sorry, skekOr…”, Seladon apologized, still too hurt, too worried to care about protocol again and still knowing that the woman prefered to be called by her name, “I…I shouldn’t have reacted like that again…I…I lost control”, she admitted with a polite nod of recognition, “It was immature, it was unworthy of the All-Maudra…” “It was a perfectly normal thing, Seladon, no need to apologize…”, the Engineer dismissed with a comforting smile, “You love your sister more than anything in this world and that is enough, your worry is understandable…”, she admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you should hurt yourself”, the Mystic behind added, “You should take care of yourself and trust in the ability of the healers and the strength of your sister, she has always been strong…”, she insisted, gently brushing the Gelfling’s robe on the arm, “Come now, sit…we should order one of the cooks to bring you some relaxing Ta” Seladon nodded, allowing the two halves too escort her to a polished bench, the Skeksis and Mystic brushing the snow with their talons before allowing the woman to sit, her sight losing itself in the single mosaic window that allowed her to into the citadel, hoping her sister would be well.
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Brea screamed as she pushed once more, her hands clasping the sides of the bed and her wings flapping franatically, feeling every nerve, every muscle contracting and parting, she stopped, letting out brief, choked breaths and swallowing bitterly, her forehead was drenched in a layer of sweat from the sheer efforts, she couldn’t keep it much longer, the pain was just too much for her, “I can’t…I…I can’t…”, she uttered. “Brea, we are almost there, you just gotta push a little bit more!”Naia said at the edge of the bed, raising her head and giving the woman a look, “Come on, you gotta do it, you can’t stop now!” The Princess licked her lips, a bitter, salty taste briefly before trying to mouth something, “I…I can’t…Na-Naia…”, she said through her exhaustion, “It’s…it’s…” “Brea, I can see the head, you are almost there!”, the Drenchen healer interrupted her friend, the voice deviating from the calm, collected attitude she had presented, even in her tired state Brea could notice she was more frantic, “You can’t stop, just a little more and your child will be here but you gotta go on!” At the sudden news the scholar felt a sudden warmness washing over her, a gentle caress, a feeling of renewed strength and purpose on the current situation, My child…our child is here, it has come… , she realized, a part of her feeling strange for doing so, after all the time she had spent educating herself with book in the library and talking with Seladon over her observation of Mayrin while pregnant with Tavra and her and helping raise them that she was giving birth now, that her child was no longer just a concept that she carried but a very real life that had been growing inside her womb and was ready to come into Thra, into their arms. “Brea, please!”, Naia yelled, raising her voice, “No time to stop!” The Princess raised her head, a determined look upon her face as she turned to the Drenchen healer and beginning to push again, the feeling of pain, of her body being rent asunder that was slowly dissipating now rising again, invading every nerve, it was unbearable, a part of herself begging her to simple give in, to abandon, it was too much. No, I can’t give in , Brea told herself, opening her lips to let out another groan of pain, her thoughts being harder to keep in proper order through the feelings invading her, I cannot give in now, our child is almost here and I have to deliver her, have to bring her, she insisted pushing harshly. From the border, Naia’s eyes remained firm on the young Vapra’s bird canal, her hands, protected by thick but soft and flexible Nebrie leather gloves struggling not to tremble in the sudden knowledge of what was to come, the small head of the newborn slowly emerging, a moment later a cry filled the room, almost causing the young but experienced healer to doubt herself, Nearly there , she thought. “Come on, Brea, push!”, she insisted, “Push!”, she commanded, trying to speak over the newborn’s cries. Brea nodded, just when she felt that even with her renewed feel the pain was going to kill her she let out a final push, her lips parting to release a massive squeal of pain that reverberated across the Citadel, the feeling of all her form parting, making way for the new form becoming unbearable, she felt her blood run at an extreme level to her lower half , gushing out down. And then, as soon as it had began, it ended, Brea allowed herself to fall into the pillow as the pain subsides, her lips trembling as she suddenly could hear, interrupted by her own pain, by her own yells, the cries, she slowly tried to rise her head again, feeling her bones aching at the slightest move. “Careful, milady…”, the nurse said, gently helping her rise and placing the pillow in a way she could lie against it, “You have been through a lot, better not to force yourself”, she warned, gently caressing the messy strands of hair. “M-my child…”, Brea stuttered, “Is…is it…” “All is well now, Brea…”, Naia said, slowly approaching her friend, holding a bundle in her arms, a gentle expression on her face, “Your child is fine, everything went well, thank Thra…”, she said with a sigh, reaching down to hand over the newborn to her mother, “It’s a girl…” Brea gently stretched her arms, grabbing the baby wrapped in a blanket, her eyes looking down to see her child, incredulous, the child had a tanned complexion, akin to those of a Spriton, with lightly freckled cheeks and a thin layer of orange hair with a small strand of graying blue. The baby’s eyes opened, they were a deep bronze like her own and she smiled. “She’s…she’s so beautiful…”, Brea uttered in disbelief, gently reaching down and caressing the child’s cheek, a single tear streaming down her face, “So perfect…”, she said before breaking down into tears of joy. “I shall notify the others of the situation”, Naia said with a polite bow before leaving the room, giving the young Vapran nurse by her side a look to accompany her, leaving the Princess alone with her daughter in her arms.
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Kylan and the rest remained silent for the reminder of the time, muffled as Brea’s screams were they were still heard along the long passages of the Citadel, the young Songteller hugged his arms around his form, trying to suppress the feeling of dread and loss, of the pain that his lover must have been going to bring their own child to the world, he was going to be a father, that and the illusion of seeing his love again and forming a family where the only things keeping them at bay, the rest of the group around them could not do much more, their own powers of persuasion and attempts to relieve him of his fear had only done so much. The sudden door opening caused Kylan to snap out of his thoughts, startled at the sudden sound, his head quickly turning to the side and seeing the Drenchen healer emerge, hands behind her back. “Naia…”, the Spriton hurried to say, rising up from his seat and limping, “What happened, is she alright? Please, tell me she is alright!” The young heir to the Drenchen nodded, “She is fine, Kylan”, she declared, placing her arms around his shoulder and patting him, “She is fine and has given birth to a healthy little girl…” The dark thoughts inside his mind seemed to slowly banish at the sudden knews, the tormenting melody inside of his heart replaced with the dawn of peace, of love at the knowledge of his beloved and his daughter being well, the young man immediately threw his arms around his friend. “Thank you, Naia!”he thanked through a sob, “Thank you!” “Hey, just doing my job”, the Drenchen said with a chuckle, “You better come inside and see the two of them…”, she continued before turning to the her brother, “Gurjin, be so kind to fetch Seladon, the Engineer and the Artificer!” “Sure thing!”, her twin said with a nod, “Sure Selly will be pleased to hear of her sister but the two stooges are gonna have a hard time fitting inside again…”, he said with a chuckle. —------------------------------------------------------------- Kylan walked into the healer’s room with a heavy heart and a heavy mind, he wasn’t sure what to think or feel, even with the joy he had experimented upon hearing the good news the idea of being a father, that his own child was here now, his life had taken a strange turn, from being the son of two social outcasts merchants, rejected from their clans for simply loving each other to being one of the heroes of the Resistance and the husband of the young Princess of Ha’rar and helper at the newly formed scholar program, it was hard to process it all now, seeing how much things had changed. He raised his head, seeing Brea lying on the mattress, holding a bundle of blankets in her arms, her face was pale and tired, with heavy bags under her eyes but a wide smile on her face as she looked down at it with loving eyes. “Brea…”, the Spriton uttered, causing the Princess to tear away her gaze from the child and to him. “Kylan!”, she exclaimed, her voice weak but filled with happiness. “How are you feeling?” the young Songteller questioned with a gentle voice, walking to his lover’s side and gently caressed her face The Vapra chuckled before kissing his on the palm, “Tired, more than I have ever been before but happier than ever too…”, she described, holding the little girl close to him, “Come, meet our girl…”, the young scholar said, passing the bundle to Kylan, the Spriton looked down upon the child as she squirmed in his arms, he was mesmerized at the sigh, mouth hanging agape and trembling, as if he was attempting to form words but the situation wouldn’t just let him.
This is our child… he realized, it had been strange to think about the idea of being a father, of being that which he knew so little about, barely having known his own before he was taken from him when he was but a few trine old and yet it was even stranger looking upon their own daughter, their own blood, what it all meant.
“Hello, little one…”, he said shily and gently rocking the baby in his arms, “It’s me your..your…”, he struggled to say, feeling tears beginning to slide down his face and his voice breaking down into sobs
Brea’s eyes widened at the sight of her lover’s sudden reaction, “Kylan…are you ok?”, she asked warily, sliding gently to the side of the mattress.
“She is so beautiful, Brea!”, the Spriton practically wailed, turning back to his lover and leaning down to her side, his eyes and face reddened from his cries, “So beautiful…our little girl”, he uttered, gently caressing the childling’s face with his thumb, careful not harm her, “I…I never thought we would…” “I know, Kylan…”, Brea complimented, gently placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder and massaging it, her own eyes still filled with tears, they had both lost so much, nearly their entire families taken in the bloodied conflict with the former lords, the thought of having a child, of a better tomorrow seemed strange, impossible amidst the despair, even after their victory at the Castle of the Crystal.
He handed over the baby back to her mother as the two gazed upon their newborn girl as she squirmed between their arms, snuggling against her mother’s chest, her small hands grasping for the warm blanket wrapped around her form, as if frightened it could be taken away. “What should we call her?”, Brea suddenly questioned, gently rocking her. “Oh, I thought you would have a name for her”, the Spriton said gently, “You spent so much time looking into the old times with the specific purpose of finding a name…”, he reminded his wife with a sly smile, “Even went to Onica for answers and to see her scrolls on numerology and star reading”. Brea chuckled sheepishly at his reminder of the search they had entailed, while her lover had agreed that they wanted a name to hold a certain meaning for their child they didn’t wanted to make her after some historical figure, something that had suppressed many when revealed but the fact that the royal family had to deal with carrying a questionable name after Mayrin had named her eldest child after her own mother. The young Vapra pondered for a few moments, gazing down over the sleeping baby girl, searching her mind over the many names she had found in the months, “Hmmm, perhaps…”, she began, reaching with one of her hands to click against the side of her face, still pondering, Something that can encompass her without putting pressure…names have power, after all . “Anekka?”Kylan questioned, despite his earlier assertion he wanted to participate, knowing his beloved might have been too tired, “It stands for an ancient warrior bard in Stonewood myth, a companion to Jarra Jen…” Before the Vapran woman could answer, the infant shifted with slight discomfort over, emitting a groan, “Oh…don’t think she likes it…”, she said, as sweetly as she could, Kylan simply shrugging and emitting a chuckle, “How about…Wynne?”, she proposed then, “Name of an old Scroll-Keeper who wrote many of the Crystal Scrolls we used for magic and research”. The crimson-haired girl wiggled inside, an uncomfortable look on her face at the mention of the name. “Hmmm, she didn’t liked that one either…”, Brea said with a weak smile and a chuckle before falling silent and starting to think of more names, gazing down into the face of her daughter, at how her bronze eyes studied her mother with curiosity and then…it came to her. “Ariya…”, she uttered almost as soon as the idea germinated within her mind, sounding softly as she escaped her lips, and in that moment the world seemed to stop around her but the child opened her eyes, “Ariya…”, she uttered again. “Ariya?”, Kylan questioned with slight confusion, “I…I think I heard it once from you but I don’t remember what it means”. “It’s an old Gelfling word…”, the scholar explained with as much passion as she could muster in her weary voice, “It was used for traveling scholars who were also trained as bards in Vapra culture, back before the clan was propelly established”, she explained, “They were inspired by the Spriton songtellers to bring the knowledge in a way the ones who could not read could understand…they were named the Ariya”. At his lover’s explanation Kylan smiled, “That’s a nice name…”, he admitted with a shrug, leaning over the Vapra and placing a kiss on her forehead, “I like it, really exalts the smart she inherited from you”. “Oh, hush now, Kylan”, the Princess said with a chuckle, “She inherited those from you!”, she declared, placing a kiss on his lips and pulling him close. The two lovers remained in embrace together and close to their newborn daughter, holding her close to their chest warmly, not wanting to part for that moment, wishing it would remain forever. —---------------------------------------- “So, that’s the babe then?”, a profound, raspy voice said from the door, wrenching the two new parents from the moment, their eyes opening and the child in their arms turning as best as her mother’s gentle but firm grip allowed her to see the massive form of skekOr and urMyr struggling to enter the room, “Just…just a minute!”, the creature said in a loud and growling voice, “Can never fit here!” “Remember to pull yourself against the sides!”, the Mystic behind him said, “And hurry up, others are waiting to see her and you’re taking up all the view…literally”. The Skeksis growled, reaching out to the sides and clasping the finely sculpted marble wall, “Alright…like something struck between two engrained or cogs…”, she reminded herself of the process they had devised to get through the less-than-ideally sized Gelfling doors. “urMyr, I’m gonna need you to push from behind!”, the Skeksis woman ordered, “Same for you, Seladon, Gurjin and Rian…”, she said, the muttering behind letting her know they were less than thrilled with needing to do so. “Oh, come now!”, the Engineer said with exasperated sarcasm, “Next time I won’t attempt to come in first…I am sorry…”, she added, scratching the back of her head and rustling the large, black and orange feathers, “Help me out and push!”, the Skeksis then ordered, clapsing the sides tightly and comenzing to push. She felt the many hands on her back, pressing against her muscular form and pushing forwards, both the small Gelfling ones, and the ones of her Mystic other, gnarled as if they were more stronger than ever her own, the natural strength of her Urru heritage. “Come on…almost there!”, she said, clenching her teeth and feeling the short and sharp ends of her beak gnashing together, slowly feeling the sides of her body sliding out of the cramped passage into the room. In a moment, there was a loud groan as the Skeksis was pushed inside, her entire body trying to balance out and waving her four, thick as beams of steel arms before she reached to clasp for a table and tripped to the ground. “Oh, dear Thra!”, the voice of urMyr said from the entrance, the Mystic quickly entering to help out her other half, her blunt teeth clenching at the feeling of the cold groan struck the Skeksis, “skekOr, you ok?”, she questioned. The feathered creature lifted an arm and raised her taloned and curved thumb before mumbling something. The azure colored Artificer huffed, a mixture of relief and annoyance, “She’s alright!” “What I don’t understand is why don`t you, girls, just invent some sort of shrinking device or look for a spell?”, Gurjin posed, shrugging his shoulders and walking into the room. “I’ve told, Prince of the Sog…”, urMyr said, crossing her arms, “Magic and inventions don’t work like that and we are still developing that rod of concentrated Crystal Magic to carve out larger doors…” “Yep…gotta focus the beams into a more focused one…”, the Skeksis said, rising from the ground and dusting off her armor encrusted and oily robes. The couple couldn’t help but chuckle at the moment happening before their eyes, the Vapran woman in bed taking one of her hands to mask her smile. “Brea…”, Seladon finally said, causing the young Princess to turn to the entrance, her sister slowly walking to her side, her pale-golden skin reddened and her eyes hugged by thick, bloodshot veins, “You…you are alright”, the All-Maudra uttered, approaching the bed. “I…I thought I was gonna lose you…”, the older Vapran confessed, almost feeling herself about to break into tears once more, “Like mother…like Tavra”. “Seladon, I am well…”, Brea reassured her with a smile, “I wasn’t gonna abandon you or Kylan…”, she said, slowly raising the childling, “Come, come meet your niece…” As the eldest sister approached she slowly took in the look of the girl, her tan skin and red hair, the small, almost unnoticeable freckled that lined her cheeks and upper nose, her jaw dropped down at the recognition, “Oh, Brea…”, she said as tears began falling down from her cheeks, she gently reached down to grab the childling. “She…she looks so much like father!”, she said, unable to contain the feeling that the awakened memories stirred within her, the thoughts of her long forgotten father being too much for her, “I…I…” “It’s alright, Seladon…”, Brea said, slowly incorporating and embracing her sister, “I miss him too…” “He would be so happy to see her grandchild…”, Seladon moaned, “It’s…it’s just sad that neither he or mother are here…” Kylan, who had managed to overhear the conversation lowered his head in slight pain, “Yes…I too wish my parents could have been here to see us”, he pondered, much as he loved his adoptive mother, Mera, there was always a longing for what could have been, “But you are here, Seladon and this childling will grow to meet you…” Seladon nodded, gently handing the child back to Brea. “Well, well, let us see the little one…”, skekOr said, her entire form towering above the bed, shadowing the three Gelfling, “Hmmm, red hair…like your father, you said?” “Kinda…”, Brea admitted with a shrug, “Father wasn’t completely red-haired, he had Spriton and Stonewood ancestry and his hair was dark…there is no precise way to understand how the pure Sifa gene manifests yet, given the high concentration of mixed-blood individuals in the clan”. At this the Skeksis raised her eyebrow with, “Interesting…skekSa never told me how that one worked…”, she said with slight confusion, “The way Gelfling adapt is a fascinating process and yet one I can’t fully understand”. “Whoah, Engineer, I hope you’re not expecting to do any experiments to find out”, Gurjin chuckled, gently punching the woman on the shoulder. At the suggestion, the feathered creature smirked, her glistening, sharp teeth showing threateningly, “Maybe I will…care to help me out?” “Uh…”, Gurjin said, turning his eyes to the side with discomfort, “Uh…no thanks!” “Thought so…”. skekOr chuckled, winking an eye. A sudden cough interrupted the moment, the entire group turned to see Naia and the Vapra healer behind them, a stern look on her face, “I am sorry to interrupt the moment but the patient needs time to rest…so everyone except Kylan, out!”, she ordered, not afraid to even bark orders and instructions to the All-Maudra and the Skeksis and Mystic pair, they might have had authority over her but in Sog and in the medical wing they all answered to her. As the room was emptied, Brea and Kylan remained together, both looking with love upon their child, the one being they loved most.
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ladynoirelf · 2 years
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Not everyone supports the happy coupling of Princess Brea of the Vapra and Songteller Kylan of the Spirton and Stonewood.
Maudra Mera doesn't understand.
Had she done wrong, did she mess up somewhere with Kylan's teachings? Because she remembered telling him that he could only bring home SPRITON girls.
Girls that know how to law the land, hardworking girls with pitch ebony hair and beautiful tanned skin, like her. Not doe eyed, pale skinned Vaprans with lackluster hair.
Princess or not, this is not whom Mera imagined for Kylan.
He deserves a proper girl, a girl who can eradicate the vile Stonewood blood in his veins.
Not add to it.
Mera worries, but she knows Kylan will come to his senses and see the bigger picture for his future.
If not…then she will simply have a talk with him about this little “fling”.
Afterall, she did raise him. The least he could do is do his duty to his clan, like a proper SPRITON boy.
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Kylan, seeing Brea running up to him: Hello, Brea!
Brea: Emergency! You're my boyfriend.
Kylan: Ding dong! Okay, brilliant.
Kylan: I might be a bit... rusty in some areas, but I will glance at a manual.
Brea: No, no! You're not actually my boyfriend.
Kylan: Oh, that was quick. It's a rollercoaster, this conversation.
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knyee · 2 years
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What are all of your Dark crystal AOR ships???
•Gurjian!! The chemistry between them (platonic or not) is just so 👌👌
•Tavronica lovely pair, i love them so much!!!!!
•I like RoyalMelody but I also don't mind RoyalSand
•Stonegrot is cute too but i also like the chemistry between Deet and Hup
•DrenchGrot OUGHH naia and amri are so good for each other
There's probably more i forgot to mention but that's what i can think of right now xD
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vivigthefizzgig · 3 years
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The second and last part of my Royalmelody Tangled AU comic.
(Part 1)
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these two are taking over my life <3
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imagin8 · 2 years
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Ship headcanons for the holidays! 🎅❄☃🎁
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Stonegrot (Rian x Deet)
- after Deet was saved, they didn't get into a relationship right away, in fact it took them a while to become "official"
- With the sudden appearance of the garthim, the resistance just being formed and everything they've been through, it took a little while for them to straighten out their emotions.
- I feel like when the resistance comes to a hiatus of sorts is when they finally share their feelings for each other
- Deet initiates their first ever kiss, that is my stand until a season two says otherwise
- With what we've seen of Rian's flirting skills so far I just feel like Deet would be the one to do it
- Rian was a blushing stuttering mess lol
- They like to tease each other sometimes, Deet likes calling him all the day lighter names in the book
- Since this will take place during the Garthim war, free time is scarce. Any time they spend together is precious, whether it's something simple like a hug or the rare occasions that they actually get to go on dates
- Which might consist of small picnics or maybe some late night walks. Or just laying in a field talking about nothing in particular
- Rian is big spoon. That's it. He might be little spoon but only once or twice and no more
- They also sleep in the "sweetheart cradle" position a lot too
- Deet would wake up much earlier than Rian but sometimes she won't get up until Rian does and she might just lay there for an extra hour or so until he wakes up
- Rian loves kisses, giving and receiving. All kinds of kisses too forehead kisses, cheek kisses, deep long ones, playful pecks on the lips you name it. Like he would just be standing there doing his thing and then Deet would just walk up and kiss him and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from blushing or smiling.
- And then one hour later he will walk up to Deet and give her some kisses too
- Speaking of Deet she also loves kisses, she's more of a giver than a receiver but she loves getting them nonetheless
- I feel like whenever Rian gets hurt or is just reckless with his safety in general Deet would be the kind of person to be genuinely worried and then when finding out he's okay give him an hour long scolding on how he should be more careful
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RoyalMelody (Brea x Kylan)
- Okay Rian and Deet took a little while to get together, but these guys are literally the biggest slow burn you'll ever see
- Like Kylan would just be literally staring at her with the biggest lovey doe eyes you'll ever see, and she would just either not notice or brush it off as something else
- This ship won't be as obvious as stonegrot either. It will be small doses of pining until we get to the big stuff so hold your horses.
- But eventually the mutual flirting will become way more obvious as time passes
- The first kiss will be random and maybe a little awkward (these babies have no experience, so be easy on them 😞)
- Kylan is just the sweetest thing, he will always ask her if she needs anything or if she is doing okay if she seems upset or under a lot of pressure.
- Sometimes Brea will try to say she is okay when she isn't so that way Kylan doesn't have to worry, he sees through her lies sometimes
- Kylan is a blanket hog during cold nights but Brea lets him have them, since she's is used to cold weather
- Kylan. Is. The. Little. Spoon.
- Actually Brea can be the little spoon sometimes…
- At first they were kinda weary about letting their relationship go out to anyone other than their friends, Brea was especially anxious about letting Seladon know, but as the days went on they started doing more PDA
- SPEAKING OF PDA..!!!
- Brea had to be the one to initiate it at the start
- Kylan would always get kinda nervous about overstepping boundaries and his face would turn red every time
- But eventually he got confident enough to hold her hand in public, he still needs to get used to other stuff
- Brea likes his songs and stories, sometimes he'll sing to her when she finds it hard to fall asleep, she'll memorize every new story he tells or comes up with
- Since Brea was raised in the life of royalty I don't think she has a whole lot of experience with cooking
- Luckily there's Kylan to help change that! Kind of… . It was a bit of a mess the first time
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Royalhimbo (Seladon x Gurjin)
- these guys…
- It wasn't romantic at first
- More like some sort of friendship
- Both being kids of a Maudra I would assume they at least kinda knew each other? Maybe..?
- The fact that she said his name when they hugged indicates much since I don't think she would know or remember his name from their brief meet in the dream space (if you even call that a meeting)
- But if they didn't know each other beforehand then I suppose they got to know each other after the second battle of Stone in the Wood
- Seladon's first thoughts on Gurjin was that he was funny, but also a little obnoxious at times and she would never think in a million years that she would fall in love with a guy like him
- Boy was she wrong
- Gurjin kinda dropped hints that he liked her
- Dropping her random compliments in their conversations, finds excuses to try to be with her
- And she didn't think much of these little details, but she wasn't completely oblivious either.
- She didn't mind though, in fact she thought it was nice to have someone other than her sisters to just casually talk with
- However she didn't quite realize that she liked him back until she caught herself thinking about him, giggling over something funny he said earlier that day. That's when she was like "oh shit, I think I might like this guy"
- Okay so let's get one thing straight, Gurjin is way better at this flirting stuff than Seladon alright. She did not know any of this stuff and it was kinda cringey and awkward when she tried lol
- Gurjin likes to tease her sometimes,and he helps lighten her up when she feels too stressed or when she starts to doubt her capability of being all-Maudra
- They don't do spooning, however Seladon will just simple snuggle into Gurjin's shoulder as he pets her hair
- They secretly hold hands under the table
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Drenchgrot (Naia x Amri)
- This isn't necessarily a headcanon but more of a thought, but didn't they technically have their first kiss in Tides where they had to save the tree in the Crystal Desert? Or are we just gonna write that off?? I'm just wondering
- Anyway, to the actual headcanons
- Amri would get along well with Pemma and Eliona, however Gurjin would act like he didn't really care and he kinda put on a little bit of that "protective brother" persona around him
- But we all know he liked him, he just didn't want to show it
- With Naia's healing vliyaya and Amri's concoctions, these guys were the medics of the resistance
- Doctor couple 💕
- Naia is the big spoon, Amri just snuggles up against her and it is the cutest thing
*this one seemed really short, sorry I kinda couldn't think of much.
Anyways thats all, I hope everyone had a great holiday season, love you all!
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Families 
I love the HC that Rian and Deet are Jen’s Parents and Kylan and Brea are Kira’s, I spend hours searching for little things that might lead to this and small details that hint it, I Adore it. 
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thanatasia · 3 years
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RoyalMelody week Day 5 Pastimes
For the longest I wanted to draw these two and here we finally are!
I imagine Kylan and Brea enjoying calming strolls in the tall grass by Sami Thicket. Kylan is being a nice boyfriend and carrying Brea's journal and art supplies. Perhaps she's going to draw something.
@weekofroyalmelody
I hope you all enjoy this fairly quick sketch
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oz-the-sorcerer · 2 years
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⚠️ you have crossed paths with a very rare kind of royalmelody ⚠️
i drew this at 4 am, half asleep under my blanket, with my finger and i casted a spell on it so it will bring you luck! 😆
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fiorimaya · 8 months
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omg it's been so long since I've seen an active TDC blog!! if you're comfortable with answering, what are your favorite ships? (canon or otherwise)
There's sadly not many active here anymore and that makes me so sad! :( I definitely don't plan on going anywhere myself! We need to keep this fandom alive! My favorite ship from AoR is definitely Stonegrot (and Rian and Deet are my two favorite characters from the series). And along with them, my other top favorite ship from The Dark Crystal universe overall is definitely Jen and Kira! <3
Like I said, those two are my favorites. But I literally love every ship haha! I love RoyalMelody (BreaxKylan) and Drenchgrot (AmrixNaia). The last few weeks, RoyalHimbo (SeladonxGurjin) has been growing on me a lot too! I haven't finished the YA series yet but I'm very aware of Tavra and Onica and they sound so lovely :') Tavra deserved better.
And while I am a hardcore Stonegrot supporter, I did love Rian and Mira for the short time we saw them together and I wish we could have seen more of them! :( Mira deserved better, too.
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Song of Land and Sea Ch.III: Part of your world.
Tavra sat quietly over the ledge that led into the Citadel, her fins swishing gently in the night-hued, crisp, calm waters as she polished her blade, a worried look upon her face as she instinctively slid the sharp pebble over the curved edge of the sword. Her eyes briefly extended towards the city behind the closed gates; she had seen Brea dart away from the throne room, Deet following closely behind her. She had called out for both of them but neither had listened it would seem, disappearing into the alleys of the city. It was no doubt her mother had finally cracked down and punished the young Princess for her careless behavior, not to mention her tardiness causing political embarrassment.
She let out a sigh, placing the rock aside and tapping her fingers on the blunt side of her weapon, thinking,  ‘I hope it’s not too severe,’   She had to agree with Seladon, the young Princess was not used to being held responsible for her actions or pressed into performing her duties, but she didn’t do this out of malice or harm.  She was simply too focused on her pursuits, what she had always been allowed to do; it would take time but she could learn, surely it was nothing but a brief phase in her life.  It wasn’t like Tavra herself had not missed out on important events to tend to her own training as Paladin from time to time.  Mother probably saw Brea’s “adventuring and  exploring” as more frivolous than training, though. Her thoughts were interrupted as the doors to the citadel opened, her eyes turning to see her eldest sister swimming out.  “Seladon…” she addressed, rising up from the marble floor and approaching her sister, “What happened? I saw Brea and Deet swim away, did…” she stopped upon seeing the morose, frustrated expression on her face, her own lips, often so very unexpressive and cold, curled in a grimace of disdain, and her posture was tense, shoulders raised while she made small fists with her hands and her tail swung nervously.  “Seladon…is everything alright?” the armor-clad Mer-Gelfling asked. The eldest Princess turned her gaze to her sister, into the worried expression in her opaque green eyes before letting out a sigh. She herself couldn’t tell if it was relief or surrender, but she knew Tavra would understand; she had always been there for her in her times of need, when the sheer pressure of her station, when Brea’s rebellious behavior tested her patience or when her mother would refuse to even acknowledge her work…she was there, a needed comfort and help.  “I…I was placed in charge of watching over Brea,” she relented, slowly swimming by her sister’s side, her posture relaxing slightly at the ability to be able to let out her feelings, “I suggested that we should have someone keep watch over her and make sure she performs as expected, and mother chose to hand over the task to me,” the heir said between teeth.  “Like always, someone else ends up picking up her mess.” Tavra couldn’t help but commiserate, nodding in  understanding at her elder sibling as the two descended into the quiet city.  A little night swim would do them well to relieve the pressure from their court affairs. She had always known of her frustrations with Brea, ever since the Princess had reached her teenage and early adult trines, she had refused to listen to her eldest sister in any matter.  Her wayward attitude and defiance and Seladon’s own unwavering standing to tradition and norms had driven a wedge between them, leading to confrontations in and outside of court. The respect, the friendship that had been lost from their childhood was wounding to the two, and she knew how much it affected them.  “Seladon, surely it’s not that bad…” the Paladin comforted, placing a hand over her shoulder, “Think of it as an opportunity…” “An opportunity for what, Tavra?” Seladon said, barely suppressing a groan, “I should be looking into the daily operations of Ha’rar, not looking after what is clearly a lost cause at this point!” she said as the two entered the lower city district. “You and Brea used to be extremely close when you were childlings” Tavra pointed out with a gentle tone despite her sister’s loss of patience, “It was you who taught her how to read and write, and she always looked up to you for standing with her…” Seladon opened her mouth as if to say something before falling silent, her mouth hanging agape before she curled her lips. She had no way to counter; she knew how much of her former closeness to Brea had been lost due to their differing perspective and her sister’s desire to explore the surface world. How she wished she could remember those days when it was her sweet little sister swimming around, questioning what she read in books, asking for a bedtime story… and as for her…well, she couldn’t deny she had changed, her patience turning sour, her former love for the younger Princess and the freedom given turned into bitterness,as she felt powerless to contain her wayward spirit.  “I…I just don’t know, Tavra…” she said with slight desperation, crossing her arms, “It’s just that everything seems to lead to a confrontation…” the elder Princess added with a sigh, “It’s just not the political matter…it’s her books, her surface travels…she can’t keep acting out like this, she has to eventually grow up!!” “Maybe she just needs time to be understood,” Tavra counseled, “Take this as a chance not to keep an eye on her…not to keep her accountable…” To this, Seladon turned to face her, raising an eyebrow questioningly, as if she wanted to know what she meant to suddenly go against the order their mother had given her. “What I mean by this is, don’t see it as a burden to yourself and to her,” Tavra continued with a chuckle, “See it as a chance, something to rekindle your relationship with—” “Down!” Seladon said, pushing her sister into a nearby building, her voice hushed and held, as if she was trying to suppress a yelp. “Wha—” the Paladin was about to question before Seladon cupped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. “Brea is over there,” the elder sister whispered, her voice barely above mouthing it.  She pulled away her grip from Tavra and peered over the wall of the small structure they had retreated into, Tavra following her gaze.  Brea floated a few meters away from them, waiting by the side of a darkened alley as Deet emerged, handing her a bag. “What are you up to now..?” Seladon questioned in a quiet mutter, her fingers nervously tapping at the surface of the wall, watching as her little sister glanced over her shoulder, not seeing anyone around her before she and her Grottan friend swam away. “Come, let’s follow her!” she gestured for Tavra by her side, the middle Princess nodding her head and rising, the two swimming after their youngest sister, making sure to keep a fair distance so as not to be spotted. —-----------------------
In the outer reaches of Ha’rar, miles from the slumbering castle, Seladon and Tavra followed their sister into a massive, dark canyon, keeping their distance and making sure not to alert her or the sensitive Grottan. Brea finally stopped before a large, flat boulder that stood against a rising stone pillar. The young Princess pulled it out, revealing the mouth of a cave before stopping for a moment, the two Mer-Gelfling turning their gazes around to make sure they had not been followed, not seeing their pursuers as they hid a few meters behind a mound of jagged rock and colorful coral. The two hurried inside, the boulder tilting down and closing the entrance behind them. Seladon watched with bated breath for a moment, waiting as the entrance closed itself, before turning to Tavra with an accusing look that said, “Did you know about this?”
Tavra’s well-muscled shoulders rose and sank in a shrug, as the warrior in training cautiously swam past Seladon to inspect the hidden entrance, it wasn’t precisely a heavy rock but it could easily veer to the wrong side if not properly held, alerting their wayward sister to their presence and it was not rounded enough to be slid to the side. Will need to do it her way , the Paladin deduced, grasping the upper side and pulling the soft stone down, Seladon quickly swimming inside before Tavra slid to the other side, carefully allowing it to shut down behind, her muscles tensing holding on firmly and not allowing it to resonate upon contact as it close shut. The interior of the cavern was a dark, narrow passegeway, barely large enough to allow the two Mer-Gelfling to swim comfortably , the tip of their tails sliding over the grounds and their heads reaching the top, at the end of it however stood a single, dim light of what seemed like a much larger chamber and dimly iluminated chamber. Now, why would you come to this isolated part of the sea?, Seladon questioned in thought, swimming out into the opening and keeping herself as close to the ground as possible, ready to confront Brea for whatever she had been doing here, whatever she was trying to hide from them and from their mother, as she emerged into the opening. “By Thra…”, she mouthed,  suddenly freezing at the sight before her: a massive, circular grotto that spiraled upwards, a single hole stood at the top, allowing the light of the three sisters to shine down upon the bottom but what truly called her attention were the jagged protrusions of the cave, all of them used as shelves, each of them allocated with strange, foreign objects…not Grottan, not Vapran…horrid things, surface things that her sister had collected  some of which she did not know or could guess only from what she herself had read or heard while others were twisted parodies of the grandiose design they held: Weapons, armor, small statues of wood, there were even a few, meager tomes and scrolls, to think that they could even write with such primitive minds, to think they could even dare to create was insulting.
Her sister had been collecting all that filth, those horrid attempts at civilization that the mongrel surface clans, she had been wasting all her time out of court to go out after whatever strands of civilization the beasts had created from themselves, as if going to the surface and placing herself in danger of being caught, killed was not enough, she had brought them here…the most daring curator would not dare take such horrid things in hands. In the middle of the cavern, surrounded by piles of the surface objects and sitting over a small desk, Brea poured over her journal, diligently moving her hand in soft patterns as she drawed the shape of the strange Gakarara, a few notes on what information she had collected from the Podling stood around the paper, an expression of utter sadness and desperation stood on her face as she attempted to sketch, often shooting glances over the glistening, metallic and pronged shape on the side of the tome, her fins swinging gently, kicking the few grains of sand and cracked rocks underneath. A sigh escaped her lips, putting down the pen and allowing her head to rest over her hand before gently gripping the newly colleced treasure. Deet, who had been swimming around her in circles, suddenly stood quiet, noticing her friend’s distressed look, “Brea…”, she questioned with concern “Brea, are you ok?”, she questioned, placing a hand over the Vapran’s shoulder. The young Mer-Gelfling let out a single sigh, “I’m okay, Deet…”, she relented with a slight sniffle, not taking away her eyes from the metallic treasure, twirling it over her hands, careful not to puncture her fingers on the prickly tips. “I’m so sorry your mother and Seladon got angry at you”, the Grottan apologized, not really sure what else she could say to soothe her friend, she had been particularly quiet today, usual, even given the royal scolding, she was often extremely perky after a successful scavenging, seeking to discover what the objects at her disposal were, from the excerpts of knowledge she had recorded from the library at Ha’rar or from the times she had ventured into the depths of Grot or even from the surface objects but today she had not even tried, a look over the single page even looked that the traces were clumsier than they used to be. “I sometimes think there is something wrong with me…that perhaps they are right”, Brea finally relented, she knew indeed she had not been doing most of her duties as expected, her tutors, the nobles and family always reminded her of how much she had failed to fulfill her responsibilities and live up to their expectations, her mind often wandering off to her library and later to the surface, to the single knowledge her mother had forbade her, she knew her mother had disdained the surface clans ever since her father had been killed by a group of Sifan fishermen, but surely not all of them could be that way…could they? From what little she had managed to collect on them they too had songs of their own, lives, constructions, buildings, cultures, not all of them could be as evil or savage as Seladon and her mother claimed they were. “Maudra Argot says that it takes time for one to see the good in things…to see the light”, Deet responded, causing Brea to chuckle, despite both understanding the metaphor even the Grottan could see the irony in her words in the way her clan lived, “You just need to give your mom and Seladon time…” The Princess nodded with uncertainty, she missed those days, when she would stay by Seladon’s side, her elder teacher guiding her thought the passages of the great libraries, sharing with her the stored archives of the clan, what had awakened her curiosity, her search for the truths, for knoweledge whatever it might hid, no doubt her sister had expected her search to be kept to the tomes and books, and she had made her dissaproval clear when Brea had taken her searches out in the farthest corners of the ocean and eventually to the surface, choices that had caused the two of them to lost all respect for each other. “I just wish I could make them see that I don’t see things the way they do…”, the scholar relented, gently swishing her fins, lifting herself from her seat, looking longigly upon it, “I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things…could be bad”, she added turning her sight towards Deet. Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything? Brea started to sing, placing the metallic form over a bauble, apparently what many clans used in place of the magical candelabres the Vapra created with their manipulation of light before her eyes sat upon the Grotto, her voice reverberating over every object and every stone. Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you'd think
Sure, she's got everything The young Vapra swam into a nearby stand, her her tail gracefully propelling her towards the far end, her hand running over the many collectives she had acquired, one of her hands reaching out to pick a circular form enclosed by a rusted and old bronze recipient, at the center a single, small papyrus with several pointed ends and sigils while the other grabbed a another shape, crafted in wood but with golden bands and a single, broken glass at the tip I got compasses and spyglasses aplenty…. She placed then down, quickly swimming down to another stand, grabbing what was a long, wooden object with a curved, blunt top. I got topuz and whatsits galore! Seladon and Tavra hid behind the piles of stacked objects on the lower floors, moving constantly but quietly to avoid the prying eyes of their sister, the warrior pointing out to a few sets of discarded armors on a far corner before immediately swimming beind it, most of it seemed to be leather, much like what she wore albeit thicket, clearly designed for the thicker, less fluid combat of the surface. Finally Brea reached over a single box located on one of the lower levels, grabbing a small, ornate box from dark wood that had a single carved skull on where the lock should have been, presenting it before her Grottan friend with a playful smile, opening it to reveal a few sets of necklaces that appeared to be made from bone and shell of creatures that almost resembled the Kakrinos of the canyons. You want a Dousan Bone Charm? I got twenty! As she said those words however, the Vapran Princess’s smile faded from her lips, replaced once more with the saddened, longing side she had before, lowering the lid of the box and placing it back before leaning over a stone and look up towards the single opening and the moons above. But who cares?
No big deal
I want more… Seladon couldn’t believe her ears, More? , she questioned, turning towards Tavra with a confused, dumbfounded gaze, seeking some semblance of answer from her, perhaps something that she might have confessed before yet the Paladin had no words, her own gaze watching as her sister sang, the tone of her song turning more desperate, not being able to help but be moved, her own ears dropping down. I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancing Brea continued, leaning against a stand where a small statue of a couple of land Gelfling stood, the Vapra resting her head and gently stroking the figure with a finger, Walking around on those…”, she paused for a moment, turning over at Deet, “What do you call them?”, she questioned with a grin. “Uh…”, the Grottan muttered for a moment, trying to remember the correct word, raising her tail up and allowing her membranous fins to flow, “Fins?”, she asked with a smile. “Feet…”, Brea corrected, playfully pinching the Grottan’s fins and making her laugh before swimming backwards. Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, skipping
Strolling along their Streets! Brea turned down her gaze to her tail as it swayed elegantly, much as many had complimented her rare, beautiful purple and azure mixture of scales and the translucent fins she would have gladly traded them for a pair of legs. The Princess swamp up in a small, delicate spiral towards the top, gently allowing her form to twirl, her long, flowing platinum hair swaying behind her, the moonlight glistening over her. Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free, wish I could be
Part of that world
She wants to be a Land Clan!, Seladon suddenly realized, taken aback by her sister’s dream, never in all her trines, even with the knowledge of the strange pursuits the wayward princess undertook would she believe she would stoop to such extreme, to give up everything about herself, her tail, her form, her duties to live amongst those filthy animals. Tavra on the other hand couldn’t help but lower her gaze, she had known of Brea’s fascination with the surface world for a long time, she had confessed it to her long before her little trips had been found out after missing out on dinner, she knew how much Brea craved the knowledge of the surface, had seen the tomes she had written on the matter and knew how much she longed to walk amongst the clans above but for the first time she could no counsel her on the matter, not wishing to cruelly dismiss her wish as something passing. The Princess meanwhile allowed herself to drift down to the rock floor of the cavern, stretching over the cold mantle of sand, relaxing and smiling in the soft feeling of every grain under her form. What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Her smile faded as she sat up, leaning her head against her hand, adding, almost as if pondering on her words. Bet'cha on land they understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women, sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand! Sustaining the last note, Brea rose up in graceful arcs and extending her back fins before swimming to a nearby shelf, one filled with the surface books and scrolls she had collected, grabbing unto a particular one she had worked on, Journeys of Captain Naussica - The depths of Sog , riffling through the pages and stopping in a specific chapter. And ready to know what the surface clans know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's blue fire and why does not…
Burn! As the song reached it’s peak, Brea found herself encumbered by her raw emotion, her fists tightening for a moment before she swam back towards the top of the cavern. When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above? She stretched her hand, reaching out the single hole in the ceiling, as if to touch the skies, the world above her, so close…and yet so very far. Out of the sea… The Vapran withdrew her hand, her lips letting out a profound longing sigh for a before drifting down, her Grottan friend’s dark eyes looking with profound grief upon her. Wish I could be…
Brea sang, her voice almost silent, her fist clenched against her chest as she looked down at herself for a moment before turning back her eyes towards the single opening in the ceiling, the sister glistening down, the very thing she so craved. Part of that world…
As the song came to an end, the Princess sat upon the floor of her cave, her gaze never leaving the single crevice above her, the surface that laid beyond her, so very far away, no matter how much she collected, how much she knew, even if she could write a tome on every subject over the land clans, she would never be satisfied, she knew this and she knew her dream could never be… The peaceful but piercing silence that followed was suddenly shattered as a sudden, clanking noise filled the room, the sound of metal rubbing and then hitting against stone, the Princess immediately wrenched from her thoughts swam up, both she and her friend turning towards a stacked pile of weapons and armor. “Seladon?!”, Brea uttered in sudden shock upon the sight of her sister, her body trembling and fins twitching, already trying to think of something to say, but before she could even speak she saw Tavra by her side, grabbing the heir by the arm, “T-Tavra?”, she questioned, “Wha-what are you doing here?” The older Princess remained still for a few moments, she had attempted to swim away quietly out of the cave and back to Ha’rar to tell her mother about the place, accidentally knocking down a shattered, metallic pole on the wall and sending it plummeting to the mound of armor on her way out when Tavra had tried to stop her. “What am I doing?”, the heiress questioned with a dignified tone, almost incredulous at the dare of her sister making such a question, “What are YOU doing, Brea? What is all…this'', she retorted, gesturing with disdain upon the horrid piles of surface objects around her. “It’s…”, Brea began, bitting her lips, unable to think clearly for an answer to explain herself, gazing at Tavra for some semblance of comfort, the warrior giving her a reassuring nod behind Seladon’s back, “It’s just my…collection…”. “Your…Collection…”, Seladon repeated between teeth angrily, such word, such simply word didn’t even described half of what stood around them, her younger sister using it as if this was some sort of minor, little joke. “Do you not realize what this is?”, she shouted, the sheer frustration from her sister’s behavior and stress finally reaching their limit and breaking her, “Do you have any idea of what you have brought here?” “Seladon, please…”, Tavra interrupted, trying to ease situation between the two, “It’s not that bad…” “Not that bad?!”, Seladon practically shouted, confronting her two younger siblings, “You know what this is?”, she asked, pointing over the massive grotto around her, “You…you truly knew about this…didn’t you?” “I did…”, the warrior woman relented, crossing her arms. “And you didn’t thought to tell me or mother about it?!”, she asked, “When she hears of this she’ll…” “Seladon, you can’t tell her!”, Brea yelped, her sudden outburst causing her two sisters to turn back their gazes to her, the look upon her face, desperate, clearly frightned over the mere idea of her mother leaning of the existence of this place, “Please, please, Seladon…”, she begged, holding her hands together in pleading. “Brea, this isn’t just skipping court business and important duties”, her older sister immediately countered, “This isn’t just wasting time at the Library!”, she continued, pointing out a trembling finger to the surface, “You’re bringing dangerous stuff from out there, placing yourself and everyone else in danger!” “Maybe they aren’t as dangerous as you think, maybe there is so much more than you think!”, the scholar countered, “If you’d only give it a chance…” “A chance to hurt us like they did with father?”, Seladon questioned, raising an eyebrow in question, “Give a chance for all this surface nonsense to…” “Seladon, she’s right”, Tavra interceded once more, “You’re just overreacting…” “Overreacting?!”, the heir asked, almost insulted that her worries were so easily set aside and disregarded. “It’s just stuff, Seladon!”, the warrior-in-training pointed out, pointing towards a pile of what appeared to be jewelry with her hand, “It can’t hurt anyone…you would go to mother over Brea just keeping objects” “But…”, Seladon wanted to talk back before finding herself interrupted again, Tavra raising her hand to indicate she wasn’t finished. “You know full well mother has her hands full with other business, what with current dissspearences not having extended to Grot too!”, she was quick to point out, “You would put stress over her shoulders over nothing and she can barely handle it all…this isn’t what a heir would do!”. Seladon remained quiet, she knew what Tavra spoke was true once more, her mother had been extremely busy with the current state of events and the daily politics of the city and the settlements across the sea, Brea’s own escapades and going-offs putting more pressure than needed, perhaps the reason why she had placed her in charge of watching over her younger sibling…she couldn’t handle more. “Very well…”, she conceded, letting out a harsh breath, trying to calm herself and clearly not content with how the situation had ended up being resolved, “She doesn’t have to know…”, she finally said her eyes falling upon her younger sister as her posture relaxed, she was bringing dangerous stuff she was sure of this, risking her life for a world that had nothing to offer her. She bit her lip, struggling with her thoughts and turning to look towards Tavra, remembering her words over the responsibility she had been handed, at perhaps her one chance to rekindle with her sister…perhaps a chance to truly make her see her point. “We…we have all been under so much pressure!”, the Elder Vapra continued, lowering her head, the anger slowly dissipating, giving way to a semblance of what she could only believe was clarity, as much as could be attained from what had happened, “We should go back home…”, she added, leading her sisters and the Grottan out of the cave, “We’ll talk more about this once…” Brea didn’t even listened the end of it, her eyes wandering back to the ceiling as a shadow descended upon them, for a brief moment blocking the hole of light, “What do you suppose?”, she whispered, wringing her hand out of Seladon’s grasp and swimming past her. “Now, once we return…”, the crown Princess continued, falling silent as she noticed her sister swim towards the entrance of the cave, carelessly pushing the boulder down, “Brea?”, she called, trying to get her attention, “Brea?!”, she said again, seeing her swim upwards. What now? , she thought annoyingly, swimming to catch up with the younger Vapran, swimming out and turning her gaze upwards, suddenly seeing the great silhouette on the surface and her sister quickly approaching it. “Brea, you come back here this instant!”, she shouted, swimming after her, Tavra and Deet sticking behind her.
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OK I WANTED TO WRITE THE SPIRIT THING FOR BREA AND KYLAN IVYGTFAHHHH
I choose the apple sharing scene 😩 I changed it up a bit I’m sorry
Also I wasn’t sure how to start this- I wanted it to be perfect so be cautious of my mistakes pls LMAO
And I’m not sure if peach berries actually hang from the trees- just roll with it
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The sunlight shone from the 3 suns through the gaps in the leaves. Small peach berries hung from the branches above the two gelfling that seated just below the trunk.
Brea kept her eyes trained on the berries, studying them, “Ya know I once a read a book back at the library about peach berries!”
When she looked up her caught Kylans gentle gaze on her. A light pink rushed to his tan cheeks when she looked at him, he snapped his head back to his book immediately when she chuckled lightly.
Brea turned her attention back on the peach berry, she stood to her full height reaching up as high her legs could to take her, stretching her arms to grab the peach she failed. Plopping back on his heels she frowned, “hmph, they probably don’t taste the way the books say they do.”
Kylan peeked up at her, a small smile pulled up at his lips, he looked up at the peach above them, he closed his book setting it next to his feet as he rose up. Kylan gripped his bola with his hand loosing it from its position.
Brea turned to him, keeping a soft gaze at his concentrated face, she followed where his eyes laid, the peach she was trying to reach.
She lightly laughed at his antics. The first time he swings at the peach and let’s go he hits it, the peach falling directly into his hand. Brea clapped, amusement and curiosity swirled in her big golden doe eyes.
Kylan offered it to her kindly, but she refused, digging through her bag and pulling out a sour loaf to munch on. A smirk playing on her pale face, a smug idea had come in her mind.
Kylan looked her her in disbelief, he lowered his arm that held the peach, a from falling on his face as he watched her snack away on a sour loaf.
‘Did I ruin it?’
He once again gently pushing his hand to her, watching as her eyes looked up at the peach, smiling at him. He knew that smile all to well.
She reached out to grab the peach from his head, her fingers just barley grazing his. That simple touch sent tingles through out his body, and laughed at his reaction lightly. He gave her a smile, his checks warmed with blush.
“Would you like some?”
“Oh? Um sure, but how-“
The sound of the peach being torn in half cute him off, he looked down at her, she held out one hand that had had the second half of the peach, be thanked her and took his half, happily munching on it.
When Brea turned her attention back on her half, eating her fair share of the fruit. Kylan kept a gentle gaze on her, a confident look flashed on his face.
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IM DEFINITELY DOING OTHER SCENES I LOVED WRITING THIS ATFTFDJ
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[Kylan and Brea trying to flirt]
Brea: I relish your wit!
Kylan: Well, I...salsa your face.
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