#⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 : answered letter.
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what kind of connection does elaine have with the sacred tree? is there ever any direct back and forth between them or is more like feelings and impressions? do you feel like it’s still watching over her even when she’s cut off from the fairy realm and stuck in the middle realm?
𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊. i believe that all fairies share some kind of innate bond with the sacred tree — but elaine’s connection runs deeper than most ( outside of that of the chosen fairy king ): it’s not simply spiritual or symbolic — it’s ancestral. within the canon of my blog , she is the sixth incarnation of the divine wind spirit that would one day become known as the sacred tree itself — yggdrasil. her link to it is not just one of reverence , but of sacrifice and rebirth and belonging. to explain it plainly — think of their connection like a phone call. sometimes , elaine can hear yggdrasil clearly , as though the spirit is whispering right beside her. these are the moments when the sacred tree acts as her teacher — it is from this same spirit that she learned to master her miracle wind during the daisy arc of my timeline. other times , the voice is distant , fragmented — like receiving a text with no sender or no signal. just a sudden burst of knowing. but even then , even in silence , elaine can feel her — the sacred tree — her mother and the many incarnations of her own soul that came before.
now in nanatsu no taizai actual canon , it is said that fairy bodies do not decay after death — they remain intact , untouched by time. but in my expansion of this concept a bit , fairy's bodies not decomposing is only true while they remain in the middle realm. if a fairy’s body is returned to the fairy realm ( to the place where they were born and to where their connection with the sacred tree is strongest ): then , their bodies , will dissolve into millions upon millions of glimmering motes , known in the common tongue as fairy dust , which drifts back to the sacred tree and extends to all flora of the middle realm as well.
it is a kind of homecoming. this dust is sacred — sought after by those who were never born with wings , for it grants the ability of flight. it's the main reason why you never see super infantile fairies within the middle realm and why only within a few short weeks they grow into a stage of life with much more self-sufficiency. when the sacred tree first learned of this problem , she counter acted it with her own : by making her children stronger , improving their odds of natural selection and giving them a better chance to not get poached. but back to the connection , it moves like water , fluid and natural. it can be thought of a stream emptying into a vast lake — uninterrupted , seamless. but there are moments of obstruction — dammed by grief or confusion or magic gone wrong. when melascula took hold of elaine’s soul ( when jealousy was twisted into violence and she killed jericho ): in that moment , the flow was severed. not ended , but paused ( like a cut branch that still reaches for the light ): elaine had to remember herself — grieve what she had done , mourn what had been stolen — and only then could the line be repaired. even then , she could never truly be lost , not entirely , because she is yggdrasil as much as she is elaine. the spirit of the tree lives in her , and her in it. she is never too far from home.
so yes , the sacred tree does watch. yggdrasil watches all fairies , but it watches elaine — and the chosen fairy king —most closely ( like a mother who has been estranged from her child ): it aches when cut off from her , disapproves of her pain , her choices and yet , overflows with joy when she returns. yggdrasil is everywhere — her roots run deep beneath all of britannia. through the flowers , the grasses , the trees — she sees , she hears. even during those long centuries when elaine stood guard over the fountain of youth , it was through this shared rootwork that she gleaned echoes of the world outside. but unlike elaine , though , yggdrasil sees more than brief sounds and impressions — she sees clearly. though , the only place in the middle realm she cannot reach is the capital of the dead ( the only place where all plant-life is withered , severed from her veins ): it is much the same principle when applied to when melascula controlled elaine : the moment corruption took hold , the connection was cut , as dead leaves trimmed from a living stem. but the sacred tree does not forget her children — and when they return , she welcomes them with open roots and often , has a lot to say.
˗ˏˋ ⋆✴︎ @ragesin sent a love letter to the kingdom of benwick ˚。⋆ 𐦍
#ragesin#⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 : answered letter.#⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 ✧ 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 : headcanon.#( spitballing does this make sense xD )
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what’s elaine’s favorite things to do with ban, before and after they parted at the fairy king’s forest?
𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊. elaine’s favorite things to do with ban , both before and after their separation in the fairy king’s forest , reflect the gentle yearning and wonder that defines their bond — born in stillness , deepened in loss , and revived through aching memory. he came to the forest simply wishing to steal the fountain of youth and she held a strong dislike ( dare i say , hatred for humans ): they both came out of it gaining something else : elaine learning not to distrust an entire group of people for the actions of a few and for ban , living and fighting for someone else. it's like king said : seven days healed seven hundred years of loneliness , depression , and heartache. neither of them enjoyed gestures that were loud or grand — the pair more-so preferred soft things , tender things , stolen and stitched into forever. because to love ban , for her , was to be reminded that even a fairy born to guard a fountain can long for human warmth — and be loved just as fiercely in return.
𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂,
𝒊. 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 : elaine adored listening to ban’s tales of the outside world ( half-true , half-boast , all wild glitter ): and how , he made the world feel enormous and she loved imagining it through his eyes — bustling taverns , pirate ships , golden towers. she’d sit beside him on a root-woven throne , eyes wide and soft , asking questions like a child learning to dream. it was amazing for her , to have more gaps filled in and listening to the various advancements of mortal society , in the time that she'd been the guardian. it was a different kind of happiness it brought her , at first. she had only been able to listen to bits and pieces for centuries but ban , was someone with context and he , too would fond over the things elaine had imagined up based on what she'd simply be hearing through the flowers across the years.
𝒊𝒊. 𝒏𝒂𝒎���𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 : on quiet nights , ban would point at constellations and give them names that had nothing to do with what they truly were — ❝ that one’s greedy dog ,❞ he’d say. ❝ the one next to it? hiccuping princess. ❞ elaine would laugh and correct him — at first gently , then teasingly , then not at all , just letting his absurd cosmos become real. she'd taught him all the proper names of constellations and was surprised , that the few that ban did know the proper names of where different. but that was to be expected. elaine was a fairy and ban , a human. she first and foremost knew the common tongue of the faerie realm and her clan. it should've been no surprise that the two different species would know of things differently. but , it was to elaine. it was how their bits and pieces of cultural exchange started : elaine would tell him the name in her language and also , if she knew the origins of its title and ban would fill in the gaps with his knowledge too. it was due to this that lead into their next favorite thing to do together.
𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 : this habit began simply — with a tattered book on different ales that ban thought might amuse her. but by the next visit , he had brought one on the stars , and elaine’s quiet world opened just a little wider. astrology , he called it — the study of the heavens ( of ancient light and wandering flame ): she clutched those pages like precious treasure , devouring every constellation as if to memorize the map of a sky she'd never been allowed to touch. elaine loved it — not just the learning , but the reclaiming. each fact was a shard of the world returned to her. she was centuries old , yes , but it was ban who made her feel once more as the first time she'd opened her eyes cradled in that field of lavender — made her want to know more , reach further , dream bigger. and he watched her with the same reverence he might give the sunrise — the way her eyes lit up ( how her lips shaped every new discovery like a prayer ): there was a day she said , half-whisper , that she wanted to touch a star — to feel if it truly burned as brightly as the books said. and ban , all grin and trouble and heart , told her he couldn’t pluck a star from the sky , but he could give her something close — a little fire of his own. then , the next day , he returned with his favorite ale , just for her and he called it burning starlight in a bottle.
𝒊𝒗. 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 : elaine , wanting ban to learn more of what it means to be a fairy ( of what it means to be so connected to flora and fauna ): began to teach ban floriography. she started small at first like when they'd sometimes , they wandered through the forest just to gather whatever blossoms had fallen petals that called to them — elaine would be clad in her simple white dress all barefoot in the moss would speak with a bit of aged wisdom to her. detailing the meaning behind each flower , even breaking it down into colors. ban at first had pretended not to care but always pointing out the flowers that matched matched not only elaine ( her hair , her eyes , her laugh ): but also , all the feelings he never spoke on before her and ones that he now felt because of her. elaine would press petals into the old pages of ban's book of ale or string them into little garlands , draping them over his shoulders like stolen crowns. for elaine , it was something she'd always did to help make the centuries less lonely and for ban , it was just another glimpse into the holy maiden's world. neither never really said why they did it — it wasn’t for potions or rituals or anything sacred. it was just theirs — a quiet ritual of beauty , of choosing softness in a world that had been so cruel to them both.
𝒗. 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 : what made their time special wasn’t only the things they did , but how quiet and sacred it felt. ban never rushed elaine , never filled the silence if she didn’t want to. she , who had lived centuries guarding the fountain alone , found in him someone who understood the weight of time and didn’t demand she speak to fill it. and neither of them knew what to call the strange stillness between their hearts , but elaine loved brushing her fingers against his when they walked through the forest. she loved the rare times she dared braid flowers into his hair , or when she'd gotten drunk with him and ban had made her feel anything but small , she felt like elaine outside of duty and her clan and what she was born into.
𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂,
𝒊. 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 : elaine cherished the smallest things — the way ban’s shoulders curled when he crouched to tend a fire , the way he rubbed his nose when he was embarrassed , how he never forgot the way she loved every kind of bread ( especially sweetbreads , even if she now knew their proper name was cake ): she didn’t take time for granted anymore — so she drank him in , quietly , joyfully. and ban did the same to elaine in return.
𝒊𝒊. 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 : with ban being the reason that her wings grew , elaine took every opportunity to carry him. to show him the vastness of the world he used to tell her about. she loved the startled awe in his face when they broke through cloudbanks , when she whispered , ❝ look , we could touch a star now. ❞ and it was his turn to see the world from her eyes. it was also elaine's way of getting ban close enough to touch an actual star in her own way , just as he'd done for her before.
𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 : elaine , fully embraced the terms around her birth and what that meant. she relished any moment she could stand between ban and danger ( hoping to one day make up for the time that she did not ): not because he needed it , but to never have ban scream for her in endless grief again. now , she was real and he was real. they where both here and she would smite any enemy who dared touch him and likewise he to anyone about her.
𝒊𝒗. 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 : being together was a reality. they had many talks after elaine came back after the events with jericho. they’d talk about what could be , about what can be. a little home , surrounded by a field of wildflowers ( lavenders and daisy's and wormwood and wisterias ): maybe a tavern , or maybe not ( to elaine , that seemed more like elizabeth and meliodas thing ): but she knew that she desired something in peace , maybe not a tavern but a confectionary would be up their ally. the two would go on and on as elaine would rest her head on his chest and hum , imagining a future she once never thought to hope for. she didn’t dread eternity anymore — just enough moments like these and these , she wanted to last for centuries and centuries.
𝒗. 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 : after everything , just being near him — wrapped in warmth , no longer apart — was a miracle. she liked to rest with her cheek over his heartbeat , letting it lull her into sleep , grounding her in the truth that they had found each other again ( that neither was dead nor lost ): living and breathing and only wanting to spend life with one another. also , with as much as these two smooch in canon you know they most definitely enjoy sleeping together.
˗ˏˋ ⋆✴︎ @ragesin sent a love letter to the kingdom of benwick ˚。⋆
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tag dump #1 : out of character.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 : rinni protects the fountain.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 : dash commentary.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 : my own sacred treasure.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : support the rinni brand.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : people of benwick.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 : dash games.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 : inbox games.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 : answered letter.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 : mutuals only.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 : mutuals only.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 𐦍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ✧ 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 : mutuals only.
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