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me: oh man im starving but im not sure what i should make for dinner……

the spirit of a 12th century templar knight that died a horrific death due to torture that started haunting me after i found a sword in the middle of the woods: spaghetti once more, prithee?

me: henry you are brilliant. spaghetti it is

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love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)

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happy birthday to blix voronin

you go you funky lil rockstar

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DWC Day 5: Flame

read more about the daily writing challenge for this week here @daily-writing-challenge

word count: 1270 content warning: none summary: Blix and Indraste strike out against the assault in the Emerald Dream. They have some unpacking to do. mentions: @indraste-darktalon

Blix’s mismatched eyed roamed over the landscape before her, and her breath hitched in her throat as she squeezed Indraste’s hand a little tighter.

When she’d explained what was happening in the Dream – Fyrakk’s assault, the horrors unleashed, the threat it bore to Amirdrassil – Blix had said “say no more,” and immediately packed to go.

Now, standing in what should have been vast stretches of verdant greens and endless life, she was surrounded instead by embers and death – and the look on Indraste’s face broke her in a way she never knew possible.

“Wildflower,” she whispered. “Wildflower, we need to focus. We have to get the survivors out of here. We can repair the damage, soon, but right now, I need you here.”

She moved to pull Indraste along, but the druid was locked in place, stock-still, by memories of the past and the sight of the present all at once. Tears rolled silently down her face, and before Blix could speak again, the elf’s mouth opened in a soundless, mournful scream. Indraste collapsed to her knees, and dug her fingers into the Dream’s soil beneath her feet, as if clawing her way through the layers of soot and ash to something deeper inside. Blix was with her in a heartbeat, wrapping her arms around the druid and burying her face into Indy’s back.

“Wildflower, baby, shh. Shh, shh, I know. I know. We can fix this, but we need to move, I know it hurts, baby. Come on. Be angry. Be angry, let it out, let’s tear these bastards to shreds. Show them your rage. Come on. Up, up. I need you, Indy.”

She pulled Indraste to her feet as the grief washed through the kaldorei in waves, and Blix’s jaw set. She’d make the Druids of the Flame pay for this. This was personal, on so many levels it was insane, and it made Blix inconceivably angry.

What followed was a display of brutality – Blix and Indraste carved their way through the battlefield, Indy howling her rage and her grief as she clawed and bit and tore and blasted apart Primalist after Primalist, flame druid after flame druid, and Blix a ghost on her trail swiping daggers to any target that threatened her. Between the pair, the Primalist encampment hadn’t stood a chance, and before they knew it, Indraste was on the work of rescuing those who had survived.

When she did, her face was covered in soot, blood and sweat – Blix tried not to focus on the smell of burnt flesh, of blood and piss and shit and ash. It reminded her too much of Kingsland, when she couldn’t do enough to help. Where hundreds of innocents had died.

That was then. This was now, and right now? Indy needed her.

She helped Indraste carry survivors off the field, handing them off to druids and Priestesses of the Moon. The pair remained like that for hours, making trips to and from, her doing any work Indraste asked of her and making sure all threats stayed off their tail or died to the effort.

When they eventually returned to the central encampment, Indraste had promptly shifted to her bird form and roosted in a high branch. Blix would have a hard time getting there, and she took it as a silent sign to give her some space to process what had just happened.

The Emerald Dream was beautiful – everything Indy had promised and more. But, with the carnage that Fyrakk had wrought, Blix could also see it may as well have been as painful as Indraste witnessing the aftermath of Teldrassil a second time. So, after a long time, Blix made her way slowly to Indy’s location and settled herself wordlessly on the branch next to her wife, who didn’t spare so much as a glance in her direction.

Blix didn’t speak. She didn’t need to – right now, Indy needed to process, and if she truly didn’t want Blix there, she could just… leave. Blix’s ability to walk the Dream was nonexistent; Indraste had endless plains and valleys she could escape to within the limitless swathes. But, she didn’t. If anything, after an agonizing time, Indraste slowly shifted back into her elven form. She still balanced on the branch, dull-eyed and with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The kaldorei looked small, which was saying quite a bit considering her frame; it communicated to Blix just how poorly-off she was feeling in that moment.

Blix did the only thing she knew how. She pulled her hip flask from its place, offering it to her wife, and watched as Indy took it and proceeded to indulge herself in a few large gulps before handing it back.

“What are we supposed to do?” Indy whispered, her voice hoarse. “How are we supposed to counter this? This… was never supposed to happen.” The pain in her tone was unbearable, and it broke Blix’s heart. “The Emerald Dream was supposed to be impenetrable – to be safe.”

“We press on,” Blix answered simply. “We’re already on the verge of turning the tide; I have no doubt that with enough effort, we can end Fyrakk here, before he can do more damage. Merithra and Ysera – they have a plan. They have to, right? This is their realm. They know it better than anyone else.”

“Shadowflame,” Indraste spat, “will bring an irreversible scar to these lands – something never meant to be unleashed here, like a virus. It’s foreign. It’s wrong, and now, that and these flame druids walk the Dream as if it’s nothing.” The elf’s lower lip quivered, and Blix’s head tilted.

“There has to be a way to heal it,” Blix whispered. “It can’t just linger forever, right? Not here.”

“That question should never have needed to be answered. This – all of this – it’s all wrong. This was the one place I felt truly safe, Blix, and now it’s ruined. It’s taken from me, just like everything else. Just like everyone else that made me feel safe. That’s the way it goes, isn’t it?! Take everything from me? See how far I can push before I break?” Indy’s tone had raised as she spoke until she was yelling, feathers sprouting from her braid. “I can’t fucking take anymore! I thought – I thought I’d finally hit a point where I was done losing what I care about, but instead, this happens! Of all things – the Dream. The Dream. Can you even imagine what this feels like, Blix?”

Blix’s brows drew together, and she looked away. “No,” she answered softly. “I can’t. But… I do know I’ll be there for you, the entire time. You aren’t losing me. Not now, not ever, okay?” She looked back to Indy, her gaze pleading. “Please, see that. I’m not going anywhere. Never, ever. You’re my wife, and I love you, and I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Indraste sniffed, her eyes welling up, and she sighed as she leaned against Blix weakly. “I know, moonfire,” she said quietly. “I’m just so scared. I haven’t been this scared in years – and it’s bad enough, knowing you’ll live so much shorter of a life than I will. I always lose what I care about. I wasn’t ready for this.” Her voice broke halfway through the statement, and Blix responded by wrapping an arm around her wife and slowly running a hand up and down her side.

“I know, love,” Blix whispered. “I know.”

They sat like that, for a time – Indraste, mourning, and Blix, cursing the flame that had caused it.

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ok but what if blix had a dye job and a fucking BAT. i had a lot of fun w this one!

alt version w her grey hair beneath the cut <3

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Hey I saw you from across the bar but my girlfriend didn't. Are you some manner of spirit

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ill be like “ive had it” and two seconds later i will start enduring

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when you're a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you're an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such

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I like saying "I'll allow it" only in contexts where I have no power or authority

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still entirely FERAL over these busts done for blix and @indraste-darktalon by @needlesslycryptic <3 thank you again for taking these two on!!!! I absolutely adore how they came out

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