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HalKyle my beloved... How on earth are you a rarepair?

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Cuties... sighs wistfully

I’m sorry I’m just obsessed with parallax lately *drops this and runs away*

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Kyle Rayner & Kitty <3

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Kyle Rayner... what a bb

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drawing the stars

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Babygirl.... 🫶🏻

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It Runs in The Family

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Is this just a Choso fan page now? I can’t stop drawing him :,)

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I love him a healthy amount

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Oh my

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Oh, Valen...

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And he looks at me, and I look at him....

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On your knees.

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Oliver... mwah

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Choso… blush blush.

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Short OC Story

He grew up too slowly, why the hells did it take so long just for him to fight in a war at the age of eighteen? That’s bullshit. Fuck. You. Arthas. Blood, lightning, crashes, loud noises. Why are they so loud? Years passed. Screaming, pleas, cries, gashes. Fuck, he was bleeding. Blurry vision, jaggad breathing, sharp pain. Was that the light? Was this it? Was he dying? Gods, it hurts… Why does it hurt so much? The last thing he saw was the moon. The first thing he saw when he woke up from what he thought was his final breath was the sunrise. Warm rays caressing his body, tickling his nose, gliding through his hair. It could have been different. Why wasn’t it different? Why did it have to be this way? 

Stumbling through the dead bodies, blurred corners of his vision. Jasper. He closed his eyes, steadying himself. Jasper! He opened his eyes, searching, for what? Hells… What was he doing again? His shoulder collided with a stone wall followed by raspy breathing, a hand over his bandaged ribs. Jasper, get your ass back here! No… He needed to… what? Darkened vision, awakening to that same damned sunrise. The same sunrise that comforted him. He sucked in a deep breath, followed by sharp pain. There he was, back in his childhood home, it was unrecognizable. Crumbling stone, and there, in what used to be the living room, was blood and bodies. The bodies of his parents. Gritted teeth, strangled yelling. Why the hells did he take so long? 

He woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. Guilt coursed through his body as he looked around, he was safe. He closed his eyes and willed away the tears that threatened to spill. He was safe so he could live his life the way they would have wanted. Right. He looked over and there laid his precious Zaron. His brows furrowed and he looked away. He didn’t want to wake the tiefling. The poor thing had enough on his plate. So, he got out of the bed and made his way to the kitchen, making some coffee and pouring himself a cup as he looked out of the window at the dew kissed grass. The too long grass. Distract. Distract. Distract. He sucked in a shaky breath and finished the coffee. 

He was safe, so why? Why did it haunt him like a ghost lingering in a lit hallway? It was over… Right? He had so many questions, so many regrets and so many nightmares. He got dressed for the day, his body acting on autopilot as he made his way out to the yard and started to cut the grass. Swoop, swish, pick up, bag, repeat. That’s all he had to focus on. It was so easy. If it was so easy to take out his people, then why did the war last ten years? No, Jasper. No one is going to have the answers to your questions. Actually, there are no answers to your questions, just focus on the damned grass. Maybe think about Zaron, that always worked. 

Zaron… His beloved painting. His beloved shoreline. Beautiful waves crashing onto the beach. Hair like an angel, voice like a siren. He sighed out happily, closing his eyes. They had been together for some time now. Jasper wanted to ask the question, ask Zaron to marry him. Together, they would build a family, a beautiful family with no trauma, they would never know how it feels to be guilty. He would protect them at all costs, including Zaron. He would die for him. He continued to cut the grass and tended to the pond for hours, the sun had risen again. The sunrise… Hugging his body in that oh so familiar grasp. He smiled a bit at the feeling and continued to work until the sun beat down on him, making him sweat and making him lightheaded. 

Zaron was his sunrise. His bright light in this dark world. Hugging him with just a glance. A warm presence, greeting him from his deathbed. Oh, Zaron… how could he live without you? How could he lose another so dearly to him while he still lived on? He had the weave inside of him, strong and virgin, ready to be tapped and dripped. He just had to use it, had to find a way to wield it and find a way to make Zaron live as long as him, and maybe, just maybe, at the end of his own days, when he is weak and fragile and on his deathbed once more, Zaron will be there, cuddling up to him just like he did for all of the previous years, and they both would say an ‘I love you’ followed by their last breath. And maybe, just perhaps, by the graces of the Sunwell, their skeletons are found years later still intertwined together as a symbol of everlasting love. 

As Jasper worked, the sounds of birds chirping in the distance provided him a sense of music, helping ease his mind into reality. He paused his work to wipe the sweat off his brow and he sighed out, looking up at the sky that was slowly rising up towards the middle of the sky. 

He turned and saw Zaron approach him in his own shirt with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. “Morning…” He murmured. “Morning.” Jasper tried to match the other’s smile, though he could feel it faltering. But, Zaron just stepped closer in his bare feet touching the freshly cut grass. 

The tiefling’s forehead became etched with concern.  “Another bad dream?” He asked gently. Jasper just nodded and sighed out. “It’s nothing new…” He dismissively stated and looked away. 

Then, Zaron’s eyes studied Jasper’s face, understanding and patience evident in his gaze. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know?”

“I know…” Jasper responded and ran his thumb over the handle of the scythe. “But sometimes it feels like too much to share.” He sighed out, his elven ears wilting. 

Zaron offered the other a smile, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the blood elf in a  tight embrace. “We’ll get through this together, I promise.” 

Jasper closed his eyes, leaning into the comfort of Zaron’s heartbeat against his chest and the steady beat of the sun as the feelings grounded him. 

“Let’s make today a good day,” Zaron spoke after a pause and pulled back slightly to look into Jasper’s eyes. “No more dwelling on the past, just you, me, here, now.” 

Jasper nodded, a small smile finally cracking on his face. “You’re right. Today’s a new day.” 

They spent the rest of the day tending the yard together, making lunch together, Jasper operating the store while Zaron did his own business. Jasper found solace in their mundane tasks. 

As the day wore on, Jasper found himself feeling normal again and as the evening came about, they sat out back on the patio and they watched the sunset together, hues of red, orange and yellow filled the sky now. Jasper took Zaron’s hand in his, feeling a surge of gratitude to the man that sat beside him, standing by his side through thick and thin. 

“I’ve been thinking…” Jasper began, his voice steady and calm. “About our future. And what I want for us.” 

Zaron turned to him, a curious look in his eyes. “And what do you want, Jasper?” 

Jasper took in a deep breath, the weight of his words making his heart pound. “I want to marry you, Zaron. I want to build a family with you. To create a life together, one where our love is stronger than any pains of our past…” 

Zaron’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a brilliant smile spread across his face. “Yes, Jasper. A thousand times yes, Jasper.” 

The two embraced, the promise of new beginnings wrapping around them like a warm blanket. As the last light of day faded into night, Jasper felt a sense of hope he hadn’t felt in years. With Zaron by his side, he knew he could face anything, even the shadows of his past. 

For the first time in years, Jasper felt truly at peace. The future was uncertain, but with Zaron’s love, he believed they could build something beautiful together. And maybe, just maybe, they would find the happiness they both so desperately sought.

As they both sat there, watching the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky, Jasper realized that he was no longer alone in his struggle. He had Zaron, his sunrise, his anchor. And together, they would navigate the dark waters of their past and emerge stronger on the other side.

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Zenlen & Aeron <3