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I just finished writing my last ever chapter of IQAETEYY 🥲💙

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Me personally?

Im still at that moment Soren tries to sacrifice his heart to dark magic in order to save the people of Katolis

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207.

Neolandia hasn't been the same since King Ahling died.

Opeli, personally, never liked him much to begin with: he was too blasé, too used to the luxury of being a king to think about the implications of his decision making, too uncaring of the affairs of his people, but he was agreeable at least. He visited the castle once, on King Harrow's invitation, shortly after the coronation. Harrow hadn't been impressed either, given his philosophy of servant kings, but the Five Kingdoms were at peace and it was fine, and it's not like Opeli had the authority to complain about, even now.

But no, Neolandia definitely hasn't been the same since Ahling died. He was too heartbroken by the loss of his son to ever truly recover from the wounds dealt to him by Viren's shadow assassins and it's been years and years now. His nephew sits in the throne instead and Opeli likes him even less.

She goes because Ezran asked. They are spread too thin to spare her from the role of an ambassador on top of all the other things, and in any case, this trade deal is more important than any complaint she might have. Still, she walks out of the meeting chambers snippy, short-tempered, her lips thin and unsmiling, until Soren catches up to her and pulls her aside.

"Don't," she snaps, and Soren raises his hands, sheepish, apologetic, wary of the way her hackles must be raised. She relents a little—he'd come along for her protection and does not deserve her ire for something he didn't do.

"What happened?"

Opeli bristles. "Nothing new," she grumbles. "Matias is a child."

Soren stares at her. "I mean... so was Ez—"

"Don't insult Ezran by comparing him to that—that—"

"Hey." Soren touches her shoulder gently and Opeli's breath wooshes out of her. His hand is warm against her shoulder, comforting against the chill of the darkening sky.

She breathes out. "I'm sorry," she murmurs. "It's unrealistic to expect the same maturity from everyone that I've witnessed from Ezran, and it certainly wasn't fair of me to take it out on you."

"What'd he do, exactly?"

Opeli shrugs. "Nothing so overt. He's just... so convinced he's right that he won't listen. He can't hear anyone but himself."

"Ah. He's one of those politicians."

Opeli lets herself scoff. "Unfortunately," she mutters, and Soren snorts good-naturedly and puts her hand in the crook of his elbow, a motion so practised and easy that she doesn't realise they're headed for the gardens until they're halfway there.

It's kind of a ritual now. They have tea in the mornings and walk together through the gardens to talk, to smile, to let loose a little after the complexity and the weight of politics. In Katolis, it's fine: they are well respected there and no one assumes anything untoward.

It's different here.

The assumptions will not be the same.

"Soren..."

He sighs wistfully and lets her hand drop, but not without running his thumb across her knuckles first. "I know," he mumbles. "But I'm here. If you need me."

She chuckles a little and hides a flush in the bow of her head. "I never doubt it," she says, brushing her hand against his. "Thank you."

He glances around then and brushes her knuckles against his lips. "For you, my lady? Anytime."

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I thought good guys got to be happy 🌿

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206.

Soren's pretty good at first aid, actually.

He kind of has to be. He's Captain of the Crownguard, after all, and his men, and their men, and their various new recruits all injure themselves from time to time and they all need to know how to deal with it in case there's no one else around. He'd made it mandatory to know a little while ago—it seemed ridiculous to rely on the castle doctors for minor injuries, and they have enough to deal with without the various training injuries Soren and his men accumulate from day to day.

It's a valuable skill for a Crownguard, but more valuable (for him, anyway,) is knowing when someone else is injured and trying to pretend they're not.

Most of his men are pretty good about it. They take their rest days as they need them, give their muscles enough time to recover between training sessions, all of them too aware that it's more trouble than it's worth if they do injure themselves over something as silly as routine training.

Anyway, that's how he knows immediately that there is something is wrong with Opeli's wrist.

She is unflappable most days; able to stare down the worst kinds of politicians and noblemen without batting an eye, but Soren catches the little grimace that crosses her face, that tiny hint of discomfort as she flexes her wrist this way and that while she records the minutes of this afternoon's council meeting.

"You feeling all right, High Cleric?" he asks, when Ezran dismisses them for the day.

Opeli stays to clear up the mess, as usual: all the parchment and the ink spots on the table, the treaties and the finances and the documentation that all needs to be filed away that no one else has ever offered to do.

She twitches her lips at him, amused, flattered, the wince more obvious in her eyes than anywhere else. "What would make you think I'm not, Captain?"

Soren only scoffs and blocks her path before she can pile anything else into the growing stack of parchment. "What's wrong with your wrist?"

Opeli blinks at him, then has the gall to shake her head. "It's nothing," she lies—and it is a lie. Soren can see it on her face. "I must have overworked it."

"Oh, so you admit you're overworked."

She smirks. "Only as much as you are."

Soren narrows his eyes at her because as much as he insists his men take rest days, he is not one of his men. But it's not like he's overworked. He takes plenty of breaks, thank you, and yeah, there's a lot to do, but it's not the same. Opeli's workload is bigger than any of theirs, she simply pretends that it isn't.

"Can I see?"

"If you must."

"I must," he sasses. He catches her hand before she can find a way to avoid it and her grimace is obvious this time, especially when he tugs her sleeve up over her wrist.

"It really is nothing, Soren," she says as he examines her skin. There is no swelling, no dark bruising against the paleness of her arm, just tenderness as he tests the flexion of the joint. "It happens sometimes. Nothing a bit of turmeric won't fix."

"This has happened before?"

Opeli shrugs. "Now and then."

Soren tuts. "I mean the turmeric will help but it won't fix the problem. It needs rest and ice and stability."

She twitches her lips again, like she wants to laugh but won't let herself. "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm Captain of the Crown Guard," he says loftily, flashing a grin at her for good measure. "You're not the first to try and fool me. Come on. I'll bind it for you. Leave those," he adds, nodding at the stack of paperwork. "This first, then we'll come back and I'll help you file them."

Opeli blinks again. "Oh. You don't have to do that."

"Neither do you," points out Soren. "Let me help."

She pauses. Then she smiles. "If you insist."

"I do," chuckles Soren. Her hand is warm in his.

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A reenactment of a conversation I had with @sorinethemastermind yesterday about IQAETEYY:

Me: is your chapter finished up yet?

T: no I’m trying to catch up with life TvT

Me: it���s the last one I swear

T: omg wait that’s actually so sad

Me: no you’re right it is

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I feel like this is what happened

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rayllum 💖

picrew

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Viren + Ezran

Echoes Of Thunder

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don’t think i can call it a hyperfixation anymore fam im afraid im just long term insane about this piece of media

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Day 183 of Campaigning for The Dragon Prince Arc 3

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but bro the self fulfilling prophie

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Lissa / Rayla

Alive