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blixvoronin · 1 year

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instinct food

summary: Blix has a new hobby. It doesn’t always end well for those on the receiving end - including herself. word count: 2.6k warnings: none mentions: @indraste-darktalon

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It wasn’t that Blix didn’t know how to cook – she did. It was precisely the fact that she could cook that made her all the more dangerous; more prone to strange experiments in the kitchen, using culinary science for what she’d adoringly termed “instinct food”.

Comfort food, to most, had the connotation of being something that warmed the heart and gave them the feeling of fullness that mimicked a guardian’s love, a tight hug, a comfortable blanket on a rainy night with a cup of tea never too far away (or hot chocolate, if tea just wasn’t your favorite thing).

Instinct food, however, promoted one thing, and one thing alone: whatever feeling rose in your gut, whether it be rage, fear, confusion, or something so uncannily and unsettling in its otherness the second you were told the name of the dish. Blix Voronin-Darktalon, in her time away from the military and between intensive, multiple-a-week sessions of therapy to unravel what her psychologist had described as “a horrifying and inhumane amount of trauma to be inflicted within such a short timespan”, had gone on a hunt.

Recipes from the impoverished and scarce years of Lordaeron, Gilneas, and Stormwind were favored; recipes from Duskwood and Redridge even moreso, if only due to their recent history and the knowledge that she could easily horrify her mother – her wonderful mother, who’d taken time despite a recent ache in her joints caused only by age, to teach Blix all she knew of how to handle knives and spices and vegetation and meats – with their production. One of her most recent antics had involved the creation of peanut butter-stuffed onions; Indraste, much to her credit, had handled that affront about as well as she could have, which demanded Titan-equivalent strength from Blix to resist the urge to absolutely and completely lose her mind laughing at the soured expression that had crossed the elf’s face as soon as the smell alone hit her nose.

All of this noted, her most recent foray into instinct food had brought her to a strange place – she stood, hunched over the kitchen counter, shoulders tense and her eyes focused on a bowl of dough combined with chunks of raw meat. A hand came up to rub at her eyes, and she gave a deep sigh.

Quilboar loaf. The idea had come to her when she’d read a recipe for pork loaf – horrifying in equal parts intriguing, yes, but for some reason… Blix had felt the need to make it worse. In fact, she distinctly remembered uttering the words “I can make it worse” before setting off to go find the most outlandish protein she could.

“Sometimes,” she muttered to herself, “this shit just goes too far.” And that was that. She picked up the bowl of dough, flour-covered apron still around her thin form, and stalked out of her comfortable cottage in Ashbury. Indy wouldn’t be home. She never had to know. For some reason, this did it – all shenanigans aside, something about quilboar loaf – or its prospect, seeing as the product would clearly never come to be, was too much. Approaching a pigsty, she leaned down and checked her surroundings before turning out the bowl into a trough. Pigs would eat bones, if they were hungry enough – a bit of dough wouldn’t be a problem. A small smile flashed across her face as she quickly made her way back home.

Her silver hair had been loose, falling in chaotic tumbles around her shoulders, and as she set the recently-liberated mixing bowl into the sink, Blix took a deep breath in… and let it out. She pulled the elastic band from around her wrist, tying her hair into a messy bun balanced precariously at the nape of her neck before cracking her knuckles and wiping down her cooking surface.

She’d done too much cooking in the vein of instinct food. It was time for something better; something well-treated to her constant practice. Fortunately, she’d had the thought to prepare a nice meal for Indraste’s rapidly-approaching birthday, but she was happy to think of something else. A set menu, perhaps. What it meant now was that she had access to the precise thing she most needed.

Her mind had settled on a light, Thalassian dish. The elves specialized in seafare, being so advantageously positioned on the coast, and their fondness for herbs and delicate flavoring came through in the form of what could be construed as a classic approach to cuisine; Blix had a particular fondness for the way they generously used fruits and citrus in their recipes, and so for this occasion, had chosen a dish commonly prepared as part of a multi-course meal.

Granted, she wouldn’t be serving a four-course set today, but she’d at least prepare something to go along – a hearty, very human approach to steamed potatoes as a side dish in a pairing that, while unorthodox, was impossible to deny.

Approaching the enchanted chest that they kept perishable foods in, Blix withdrew a package wrapped in brown paper and marked with the crest of a butchery from Lakeshire. She’d had to place a special order, but it was worth it. Unwrapping the paper, she withdrew four long, flat fish with silvery-brown scales. Gilnean sole – they had a light flavor and were easily cooked, though if done improperly, it’d throw off the texture of an entire dish. She cleaned each fish carefully, preparing them with a small notch towards the end of the tail so as to grip the skin and pull it off.

When she was able to create a small flap and see the meat underneath, she balanced the palm of her right hand on the tail of the fish to keep it in place and took up a tea towel in her left hand, gripping the flap of scale and skin to slowly, gingerly peel it from the fish’s form. She released her right hand only to aid in peeling the head so as to keep the skin in one piece. She repeated the process on the other side, and then again for all of the fish; by the end, she’d had four filets set aside, ready to be cooked. Fortunately, the butcher had the kindness to remove the roe and innards prior to Blix picking the fish up – a service she’d thanked them profusely for, as she’d yet to completely master the technique in a way that wouldn’t damage a flat fish like this enough to affect the dish.

She rewrapped the fish, setting them back into the cooler and quickly washing her hands before fetching a large pot and setting it aside with a few inches of water to boil. Gathering a bit of yogurt, salt, butter, oil, pepper and a bundle each of parsley, chives, and dill, Blix set the ingredients aside in favor of a bag of baby potatoes. She took a sizeable amount from the bag, setting a steaming basket into the now-boiling pot of water and the potatoes inside. While they were to cook, her attention went to the herbs. Pulling a knife from a drawer, she checked the blade quickly before sharpening it – just in case. Setting the herbs onto a cutting board, Blix gave them a rough chop, at first, before seeming to think twice and double back for another round to reduce the size of the herb she’d been left with. Stepping aside to the sink, she washed the bowl she’d used to house the failed loaf thoroughly before setting it onto the counter and checking the potatoes. They were soft, fork-tender, and Blix gave a satisfied smile before removing the pot from the heat and transferring the potatoes to the bowl.

All ingredients went in, and Blix tossed the potatoes in the mixture before taking one out to taste. The flavors were perfectly balanced; the yogurt gave a hint of tanginess and flair, the herbs were classic, the butter brought out the sweet texture of the cooked potatoes and the salt and pepper did all to enhance the flavors before, with the oil contributing to a smooth finish. Overall, the perfectly-timed cooking made the potatoes practically melt in Blix’s mouth, and she gave a satisfied hum, her eyes closing as she took in the flavor.

Perfect.

Opening her eyes, the human nodded in satisfaction before setting the silverware she’d used in the sink and moving to fetch more butter. Placing a pan on the heat, Blix set about quickly clarifying a decent portion over heat through careful work of eliminating the solids and foam. There was something peaceful about the work, and she hardly noticed the presence of a particularly chunky sprite darter hatchling as he nestled on her shoulder, watching carefully.

“Hi, Tilly,” Blix cooed. “You scared me. I’m cooking for myself and Mama right now, did you come to watch?”

In response, Tilly croaked something that could have been cute back, had it not been for a rapid departure to a dedicated stretch of cloth hung on the living room wall. It was absolutely slathered in glitter and snot – Tilly’s “sneeze towel,” as she and Indy had called it, had been a lifesaving addition to their décor. The sound of a sprite darter’s surprisingly loud sneeze rang through the house, causing Blix to laugh as she set a skillet on the heat, pouring in the clarified butter to let it warm to just before the point of browning.

Once Tilly had returned, he made his place on Blix’s shoulders, curling around her neck to watch with wide eyes as the human prepared a bowl of flour and retrieved the sole from the cooler again. She set each fish out, patting them dry and seasoning the sides generously with salt and pepper. Next came their time in the flour – she dredged each cut, gingerly brushing away the excess flour with her fingers and ensuring an even coating. Once she had finished, she placed each sole in the skillet, the sound of searing meat and an appetizing sizzle taking over the kitchen. Blix gave a satisfied hum, stepping aside to prepare more fresh parsley and lemon wedges. She could add capers to the butter, she knew, but if Blix were being honest with herself? She was never a fan of the flavor.

Turning the sole over in the pan to let the other side cook, she gave an impressed, low whistle. The fish had come out perfectly golden-brown, and the remaining butter sputtered against the tender meat. A crust had formed where the fish had been left to rest on the pan, and the smell – oh, Light, the smell – was absolutely divine. After allowing enough time to pass, she removed each sole from the skillet, dividing them into pairs on two plates before pouring the remaining butter in the pan over the fish.

Taking the fresh parsley, she sprinkled it over each piece of sole and leaned down to smell the end product. It was hearty, simple, and she could take in the easy scent of the ocean mixed with the refreshing lift of parsley. Setting the lemon wedges on each plate, the citrus added the perfect bit of acid to break up the flavors and let each layer rise individually.

“What do you think, Til? Will she like it?” Blix asked, stepping back and carefully removing her apron so as not to dislodge the sprite darter around her shoulders. Tilly gave an approving squeak, and Blix grinned widely, fetching the plates and setting the dining table along with the potatoes she’d prepared earlier.

When Indraste came home, the druid’s ears had flicked forward before she’d even fully gotten through the door; while she’d come to expect Blix’s unorthodox approach to cooking, she hadn’t expected seafood – let alone something properly prepared. Blix met her at the threshold, pulling the taller woman into a soft, lingering kiss before flashing her a smile. “Made you dinner.”

“I can tell,” Indraste replied, struggling to keep the relief and impressed tone from her voice. “How long did this take?” The kaldorei stepped around Blix to set the bundle of enchanting and tailoring materials she’d left home for aside near her workbench before approaching the table and taking a seat, her stomach giving an appreciative growl.

“Couple of hours,” Blix responded. “The sole is bone-in, so please be mindful.” Fetching two wine glasses and a bottle of white burgundy wine, Blix uncorked the bottle before pouring each of them a glass. She set the bottle at the center of the table before passing over the potatoes for Indy to serve herself.

When she’d divided her own portion, she sank her fork into the sole, smiling at the way the meat came from the center of the fish and parted easily from the bone. She repeated the process on the other side before gingerly lifting the spine, ribs and all, from the fish to set aside before squeezing a lemon wedge over her meal and taking a bite.

The flesh was delicate and light, as anticipated, but the browned butter and parsley elevated it to another level as the meat seemed to practically dissolve on Blix’s tongue. She looked to Indraste subtly, only to see the woman chewing slowly with an expression of deep appreciation and gratitude on her face. The kaldorei shook her head almost imperceptibly before taking a sip of wine and spearing a potato on her fork for a bite. After a moment, Indy spoke.

“Moonfire, you’ve absolutely nailed this one. Thank you. This is amazing.”

Blix laughed quietly. “You deserve the very best. It’s the least I can do, to give you a dish that you’ll remember. I was originally going to make this for your birthday, but...”

Indy gave Blix a knowing look. “Your original plan went awry?”

With a click of her tongue, Blix nodded. “You could say that. Bright side – I’ve just gotten you to admit that you, Indraste Darktalon, like Thalassian food.” It’d been a pet project of hers for a few months – out of pride alone, it seemed, Indy would almost refuse any dish she’d heard had origins in Quel’thalas. Almost.

The kaldorei, in response, scoffed. “This is Thalassian? Blix, love of my life – I cannot believe the nerve,” she joked, her ears turning purplish with mild embarrassment. “Alright, alright – I’ll give it up. They do have an ability to make good food.”

“I’ve been telling you that for years, but you’ve been busy eating raw steak!” Blix laughed, earning herself a light punch on the shoulder from the druid on her left.

“Raw steak is perfectly good, thank you.”

As the pair finished their meal, Blix couldn’t help but shoot Indy a fond look – one that was easily returned with a wink as the druid stood to go handle clean-up. There weren’t leftovers from their meal; the pair, together, had taken no quarter, especially with Blix’s appetite starting to return. Rising, she made her way to the kitchen to wrap her arms around Indy’s center and place a kiss against her back. “I love you,” Blix murmured.

“I love you, too,” Indy answered in kind, one hand going up to gently squeeze Blix’s forearm where it was coiled around her midsection. “I saw the note on the counter for your idea. Quilboar loaf?”

“Mmn,” Blix groaned. “It didn’t work out.”

“I’m glad,” Indy replied. “I’d pay you if it meant you cooked more meals like this one, and less like… whatever the hell that was supposed to have been.”

Blix snorted, grinning against Indy’s back as she rested her forehead on her wife. “Alright, alright. Maybe I’ll consider it. I’ll feed you more Thalassian food.”

“Only if you let me make you proper Kaldorei food sometimes.”

“Deal.”

It’s not that Blix couldn’t cook. She did – and she did it well.

It’s just that when she did, she wanted it to be special, and nights like this? That was the whole point of instinct food, after all. This counted, too.

Blix, in all of her chaos, found more happiness in the instinctual response of joy and togetherness than anything else.

#indy #you know i had to after proposing the chaos that is blix becoming b dylan hollis #ic #wowrp #warcraft

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weaversweek · 7 months

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"Reach" and "Over the rainbow"

Unlike last year's effort, Fear of Music is not presented chronologically. Unlike many other lists of 50, this one is not ordered from great to even better.

However. It makes sense to start in the year 2000, and it makes sense to start with one of the songs just scraping into the top 50. Two of the Uncool50 have been replaced, this is the only one where I had serious doubts about whether it still merited a place. (Does this suggest I skimped on research last year? Probably.)

"Reach" - written by Cathy Dennis and Ronnie Hazelhurst, performed by S Club 7 - a European hit single in summer 2000. It's the era of manufactured pop, bursting through like sunshine through the clouds. Those harmonies! The uplifting melody line!

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The whole century's going to be as fun and positive as this, right?

S Club 7 split less than two years later. Cathy Dennis wrote other big hits - I considered "Toxic" and "Can't get you out of my head", but neither survived into the top 100.

Eva Cassidy died in 1996. She was a natural musician - came up with three-part harmonies from nowhere, improvised with skill and precision - but never hit the record company leagues.

Indie label Blix Street had rights to Eva's live performances and studio records, and hawked them to tastemakers. One was Paul Walters, the producer of Terry Wogan's breakfast show on Radio 2.

From nowhere, Eva Cassiday was everywhere. Blix Street have eked out Eva's tiny back catalogue to a remarkable degree; I just hope they'll never try to use an autocomplete bot to "re-create" her.

"Over the rainbow" was written in the 1930s by Harold Arlen and Yip Harberg in 1938; I'd name Eva's as the definitive recording.

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#s club 7 #cathy dennis #eva cassidy #blix street #terry wogan #harold arlen #yip harberg #over the rainbow #fear of mu21c #fear of music #FearOfMu21c #Youtube

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celesterunewhisper · 2 years

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You received a gift from Celeste!

I N D Y

Tea: Mitigating Motmot Melon Ingredients: -dried melon & pear pieces + dried melon blossom & marigold petals + white tea leaves. Flavour: white tea (lightly caffeinated); strong melon flavour with a touch of a honey-like sweetness to compliment the mildly bitter marigold. Other Gifts: a porcelain frog tea pot and two tadpole mugs.

My dear friend, Indy, When I was thinking of your gift, I wanted to craft a tea that captured something special about you or a feeling you are familiar with and enjoy! So, I started thinking about birds, flight, and the feeling you speak about when soaring through the open air. My mind immediately turned to the terms 'refreshing' and 'relieving'. I began from there. Most tea-makers would go down a familiar avenue and suggest replicating this feeling through some sort of mint based method, but for someone as dear to me as you, I wanted to try something different. You deserve more than the average approach! So, instead, I thought to myself 'When would the wind feel best to fly?'. And, since most birds that I'm familiar with migrate to stay with those warmer climates, the season that came to my mind was a gentle summer. And, what better way to express refreshing summer than melons? Thus, we come full circle to my thought process that brought me to the conclusion of my 'Mitigating Motmot Melon' tea. The best part about this blend is it can be brewed hot or made iced! Perfect for any season. I hope you enjoy it. The frog tea pot was just too cute not to scoop up for you. Plus, with the extra tadpole mug, you and Blix can share tea so sweetly together. Happy Winter's Veil! -Celeste Runewhisper

(( @indraste-darktalon ))

#winter's veil #wow holiday #celeste runewhisper #indraste darktalon

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thetechmedia1 · 4 years

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Some developers, including Epic Games, Spotify form a nonprofit coalition to battle Apple’s App Store Policies

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A large portion of the previous year has seen a significant uproar from both indie and major league app developers against a number of Apple’s policies and its growing monopoly within the tech sphere.

What however further added flame to the uproar, was the recent controversy surrounding the tech giant’s removing of Epic Game’s wildly popular Battle Royale Fortnite from its app store. The same happened after Epic Games offered a discount on its virtual currency, Vbucks, for purchases made outside of Apple’s domain.

This particular event has since sparked a long drawn out fight between the two corporations, which is yet to be settled completely. The two companies are set to meet in a virtual courtroom in California on Monday to present their cases regarding the Fortnite debacle.

Epic Games’ fight outside the court room has now started to gather support, in the form of a non profit organisation. Music streaming giants Spotify too has come out and criticized the rules Apple has imposed on its app store in recent times. Other companies including Match Group Inc, and Basecamp, have also voiced their opinions against Apple’s significantly high commission rate on apps made available on its store.

Spotify, Epic Games, Match Group, and Basecamp have all come together to join a non profit organization that plans to advocate for regulatory and legal actions against the tech giant’s app store policies.

Apple’s policies surrounding in-app transactions and its commanding of a 15% to 30% commission on app purchases from its store have been the focal point of criticism in recent times. However, Apple argues that this revenue is the only way that allows the organization to create resources for developers, that include over 160,000 technical documents as well as sample code assisting in the building of apps and the imposition of strict anti-piracy law upon apps published on its store.

Based out of Washington D.C and Brussels, the nonprofit coalition, named ‘The Coalition for App Fairness’, aims to implement legal changes in order to put a stop to Apple’s alleged unfair policies, allowing both small and large app developers to publish and flourish freely on a regulated platform.

Recent developments have seen Epic initiating an antitrust lawsuit against Apple in a California-based U.S federal court and Spotify filing an antitrust complaint against the tech giant in the European Union.

Apart from the big names the coalition also includes smaller firms such as Blix, Tile, Blockchain.com, Deezer, Basecamp, along with European delegations including European Publishers Council, Protonmail, and News Media Europe.

Even though the Cupertino-based tech giant has refused to comment on the recent proceedings, individuals aligned with Apple have reinstated their faith with the corporation and stated how the companies making up the coalition don’t speak for the thousands of small app developers empowered by Apple, that form the foundation of the tech sphere.

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indraste-darktalon · 10 months

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First Dates (Indy)

Word Count: 1000 Summary: Indy thinks back to meeting @blixvoronin. (A spiritual companion to this.)

It was the middle of the night, and Indy was in bed thinking about Blix, and also holding her. This was a common pastime when she woke to escape the old ghosts in her nightmares, because memories of her wife were, with few exceptions, soothing to go back over. The six months Indy spent blackout drunk and getting kicked out of every bar in Stormwind (except the warlock haunt; they loved her) were a truly dark spot to return to, but the worst most of the other memories involving Blix could offer was a lingering sense of embarrassment.

At how drunk she’d gotten Blix the night they met, and then leaving her to her own devices..

At how thoroughly she’d gotten her ass kicked by Blix the first time they brawled.

At how long it took her to realize she liked Blix as more than a friend.

Indy remembered the night they met far better than Blix did. Some of that was the stress, and some of that was Indy’s well-practiced ability to be just drunk enough to function at all times. But the fact that the day up until her arrival at the party had been absolutely terrible was the main factor: the cafe she’d been working for had just closed, which meant that Indy was losing her apartment and the one link she had to normal life since coming back from Outland. A large part of her had been tempted to pack Asha up and head back to Nagrand, but she decided that instead of giving in to the impulse to hide, she would try to be social.

An attempt to remember the good parts of being a whole person instead of some sad, feral thing in the savannah.

It had been hard to walk through the doors; loud music was something she was still getting used to (though these days it didn’t even make her flick an ear), and crowds were suffocating. She’d put on a dress for the occasion, and felt naked out of her leathers. But the promise of free booze had won out, so she’d taken a deep breath, marched right for the bar, and grabbed one shotglass in each hand without even looking at who else was there.

She hadn’t checked what they were serving. She didn’t care. She tossed the one in her left hand back, followed by the one in her right as a chaser, and then set the empty glasses down on the bartop.

Then, a voice from her left: “Well, I already know I like you.”

Indy looked left, then left and down, and got her first glimpse of Blix. She was a healer to her bones, and so the first thing she had noticed was the prematurely-silver hair and her scarred eye, but then the person in her had kicked in and shown her the full picture.

Blix had the sort of smile that made Indy want to be the cause of, right from the first. So she’d ignored the spike of nervousness at seeing a new person, picked up two more shots, and offered one to her. “Here. I’m Indraste. Call me Indy.”

“Blix–” a pause as she stumbled on her last name. “Blix Voronin,” she replied, then took the shot.

At the time, Indy had been surprised by how well Blix held her liquor, though she’d known what was going to happen when Blix suggested a drinking contest– even if Indy didn’t have the alcohol tolerance of an ogre, there was no way somebody half her size was going to win.

She’d been right about that. She’d been very, very wrong in her assumption that the sparring match they’d both agreed was an excellent idea would go the same way.

Honestly, that had been what caught Indy’s initial interest. Blix was attractive, yes, and funny, yes, and oddly good at making Indy feel comfortable. But she was also competent, and could hold her own in a fight. That earned Indy’s respect in addition to everything else she was already feeling.

It was all over for Indy the first time Blix knocked her on her ass. It had just taken her a couple of months to realize it.

To this day, Indy wasn’t sure which of their early meetups counted as a first date. Was it that first night at the bar? The sparring match? Getting drinks after the sparring match? The picnic in Nagrand? The picnic at Nordrassil? The night that fucking bear had broken Blix’s arm, right after Indy had healed the wound Blix had gotten in an earlier sparring match?

She felt her pulse increase, and forced herself to take a deep breath.

(“You seem quite smitten with the young lady,” the bear had teased before the drinking turned into the ill-fated arm wrestling match. “Are you two a couple?” “I’m her healer,” Indy had replied immediately, hoping that Blix would understand what she was actually trying to convey: I care about your wellbeing. I want to be by your side for the bad things in life. I want to help you when you need it.)

Indy was self-aware enough to realize that she showed her love, platonic or otherwise, through healing. So when she noticed that her instinct was to drop everything and run to her when Blix got injured, she started to realize how she felt. And in the end, it honestly didn’t matter when their meetups became dates, did it? Indy had figured her feelings out… eventually.

It said something that they started officially dating the night Blix’s arm was broken, and got engaged the night Indy planted Blix a new hand. Not auspicious starts, but things had worked out well all the same. They’d been hale and whole for the wedding, at least!

There were bad days for the both of them, of course. But that was just life.

Indy took a deep breath against Blix’s hair and closed her eyes. Here they were a few years later, better for knowing one another, helping each other overcome their more destructive coping mechanisms, making each other laugh, and having each other’s backs.

Also caring for two very chaotic dragonkin.

When she’d come back from Outland, she’d been adrift, with no real purpose. But now? Indy’s goal was to be as good for Blix as Blix was for her.

#indraste darktalon #blix and indy #blindy #long post #Things That Don't Belong on Paper

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indraste-darktalon · 1 year

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Day 3: Forest/Mortality (Indraste)

Word Count: 950 Summary: Indy loves Blix so, so much. Warnings: Angst Continued from @blixvoronin here

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Indy had been out in the woods around the little cottage she shared with Blix. They’d been living together before they got married, but now that they’d officially tied the knot, she could feel herself settling down, settling in, and really getting to know the area around their house. It was a gorgeous forest, and after the first time seeing the leaves fall here, she’d realized just how much she enjoyed proper seasons.

She was perched high in a tree, letting the wind ruffle the feathers covering her crow’s body, as she studied the scenery, listening to the call of the birds, the squirrels, and other animals that called the forest home. She was so dialed-in on listening for the faint sounds of life around her that when the screaming started, she nearly fell off her branch.

Her body recognized the voice before her brain did, because by the time she realized it was her wife screaming out in the woods, she had already launched into the air, sending feathers flying as her wings flexed to give her lift. Even if the sound hadn’t been carrying through the air, she’d know where to go, because Blix had been spending a lot of time on a specific overlook as of late.

When Indy found her, Blix was curled in on herself, sobbing uncontrollably. She did the only thing she could and shifted back into an elf, scattering more feathers through the air and onto the dirt as she reacted to the stress her lover was feeling. Her arms wrapped around Blix, pulling her close to Indy’s chest, making her flash back to every nightmare, every bad night her partner had had since they met. She sank to her knees, slowly pulling Blix into her lap, guiding her into place to be held. Surrounded. Kept safe.

She used to hate how tall she was, centuries ago when she overshot her older brother in height. These days, she’d learned to use it as a way to comfort. And so, once Blix was curled in her lap, crying against her chest as she wrapped her in her arms and planted kisses on the top of her head, she silently thanked whoever had decided to make her as tall as some Tauren, and used all her bulk to add to the hug.

Indy’s mother and father used to tell her that she had the frame of a feral druid, if not the skill. She’d hated it then. But now that she had somebody to protect? She’d take it.

Blix’s sobs ran long. Indy kept still, holding her, petting her, in no hurry to move either of them. She recognized the pain her wife was feeling, because she knew Blix had been off since coming back from that wedding, and so was able to do some basic math. Back in Outland, when Indy’s military order had fallen apart (due to most of them dying against the Legion), her own response had been similar. Indy had taken the loss, and the pain, and the missing camaraderie and had decided to handle it all by fucking off into the wilderness to be alone for over a decade.

At the time, it had felt safe. At the time, it had felt right. But coming back, and meeting Blix and all Indy’s other friends had taught Indy that the response to feeling alone wasn’t to self-isolate. Many people had come and gone throughout her long life, and the one thing she knew from all the pain was that it was important to keep going.

There were always new people to meet. There were always new connections to make.

If I hadn’t kept going, I never would have met you, Indy thought, squeezing Blix in close as her sobs began to peter out. Knowing you has made all the pain I went through beforehand worthwhile, and I’m going to do my best to make the same true for you, she thought as she planted another kiss on her wife’s pale, fine hair. Someday she’d say it aloud, but for now, she realized that the best thing she could do was to hold Blix as she grieved change.

Eventually, Blix exhausted herself, sobs ceasing completely. Indy pet along her hair, down her back, but mostly kept her close, willing herself to be a source of calm. Blix must have been exhausted, because she started to drift off. Indy kept still for this, as well.

Once she was sure that Blix was asleep, or as close to it as she could get, Indy pulled her against her chest and rose with a grunt. It was a bit of a trek back to their cottage, but she knew that she could get them both home. What was all the time she spent picking fights in bars for if her arms weren’t strong enough to carry the most important woman in her life when she needed it?

As they went, Indy kept up a low, one-sided conversation in Darnassian: I love you. We’ll make this okay, moonfire. Sometimes circles crumble, and the time in between finding a new one can be terrifying. But I’m here. I’ll always be here, because I love you.

One of Indy’s hands was on Blix’s ass, holding her up, keeping her against her chest as they walked. The other just kept petting her hair, doing its best to keep her under until they got back to their house and could climb into bed and just be for a while.

They’d been talking about going on a hunt for one of Blix’s contracts, but Indy was going to put her foot down. Tonight was for feeling. Tomorrow, they could think about working.

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DWC Day 3: Sentimental (Indraste)

Word Count: 983 Summary: Indy gets some enchanting done, manages not to depress herself. Warnings: none

@blixvoronin gets another! @daily-writing-challenge

Indraste was cleaning up after breakfast, keeping one ear tuned in to the rest of the house as Blix rummaged around, packing everything she’d need for her latest trip to Silverloch. Her fiancee was making one last pass through the house, making sure she had everything. Indy knew by now that it was best to keep out of the way until this process was complete.

Blix eventually strode into the kitchen, coming to her side and pulling her down for a kiss. Indy wrapped her in a hug, being careful to keep her damp hands out of the picture.

“I’m off, wildflower,” she said, before planting another kiss on her lips. “You and the kids be good.”

Indy chuckled and looked over Blix’s head to where the Darters were lurking on top of a cabinet. “We’ll try. Good luck, and travel safe.”

Blix paused, eyeing her curiously. “...You usually try to keep me longer.”

She blinked down at Blix, keeping her face impassive. “I’ve learned that the faster you leave, the faster you get back.”

“Uh-huh.” Blix studied her for a moment longer, and then said, “Your eyebrows stop moving when you’re being sneaky. Just so you know.”

“They do not,” Indy said mildly, cocking one at her for effect. “And you’ll see what I’m getting up to when you get back.”

“But consider: you could just show me now!” Blix gave her a winning smile.

“No, I can’t. It’s not done. Now shoo.” She swatted Blix lightly on the ass.

Blix did not shoo. Indy ended up having to walk her to the door, but she did eventually get on the road despite her curiosity. Indy waited for a full hour to make sure it was safe before making her way to their workroom. As always, the clutter in here was soothing; she loved seeing their projects-in-progress, and how comfortable the chaotic split of equipment on the table was. She liked being in here, tailoring bags while Blix worked at the other end of the table. It was a space made for focus and progress, and she was in a spot in her life where she liked both of those things very much.

Indy set a few half-finished bag orders aside, and then hauled her chest of enchanting materials up into the space left behind. It was time to tweak an enchant that she very commonly put on people’s equipment, especially those who liked to be a little theatrical.

When she opened the chest, all her materials came into view, and she took a moment to enjoy how pretty they were. She had them organized by type (dust, shard, etc) and then color, which meant that someone just wandering in and looking would have no way of telling what did what. For her, though, she’d been using them for so long that she didn’t need to have them sorted by name, use, or value.

She started portioning out the various materials she’d need for the enchant she had in mind, stacking them into neat little piles on a blank sheet of parchment. That done, she took another piece and tore it in half, setting the two pieces side-by-side.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, setting her enchanting rod down beside her on the table. “What are we doing, Indy?”

It took a couple of hours of experimentation to answer that question, but overall she went through fewer reagents than she was expecting. It was, at a high level, a simple enchant, after all. Soon, she was staring down at two pieces of paper that gave off a noticeable white glow when close together. She picked up one of the pieces and began to walk, watching it get incrementally fainter as the distance between it and its partner increased. The paper in her hand kept glowing until she was a decent ways outside, and then began to glow brighter as she returned to the house.

Indy took a deep breath, looking down at the ring on her left hand. For the first time since it had been slipped onto her finger, she took it off, setting it down on the worktable. Then, she knelt in front of the crate she used at markets, rummaging in the back of the drawer she kept all of her cloth scraps in before pulling out a second ring. She set the platinum-banded moonstone next to the gold-banded rose quartz before settling back into her seat.

Another deep breath, and a moment to stretch her fingers, and then she began to replicate the enchant onto the rings.

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Blix’s ring was much harder to hide now that it glowed when Indy’s was near, which was something she hadn’t taken into account when she’d made this plan. It was a good thing Indy had every intention of giving Blix the ring when she got home from her trip, because if she didn’t find it, Asha or Tilly would.

Indy sat in the darkening workroom, holding both rings in the palm of her hand, smiling faintly. She had wanted a way to show the world how it felt when Blix was close, and considering how nicely the rings were gleaming, she felt that she’d done a decent job of it. There was a practical aspect to it, as well– over a short distance, they’d be able to find one another if they needed to.

Of course, the hope was never to need to, but…

Indy took a deep breath and shook her head. She wasn’t going to get melancholy. Not about this. This was a promise, not a precaution, and she couldn’t wait to see what Blix thought when she saw her ring.

She knew she should get up and start dinner, put her reagents away before the Darters got into them (again). But instead, she took a moment to just breathe, looking down at the shining rings in her hand and smiling, completely unconsciously.

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DWC Day 2: Forever (Indraste)

Word Count: 300 Summary: Indy rehearses her vows, has some thoughts about time. Warnings: none

@daily-writing-challenge @blixvoronin

Indraste lay on her back, with Blix pulled across her chest and stomach, idly running her hand through the other woman’s hair. Blix was asleep, and Indy had been halfway there as well until she’d decided to do another mental pass on her wedding vows. The day was coming up, after all. The hand not in Blix’s hair was resting at her lower back, and Indy was having a hard time keeping from petting there, as well.

Blix needed sleep. She needed sleep. But before, just… just one more run, to make sure she had it memorized.

Indy mouthed what she planned to say in the dark, being careful not to even breathe the words, just in case Blix stirred and heard her whispering them. She was trying to nail the ending, to decide if saying she’d always “cherish our bond” was depressing. On some level, it hinted at the fact that their lifespans were so vastly different, and she wasn't sure if she should avoid that or not.

But, someday I will be here, and you will not was just the state of Indy’s family, on a high level. Indy might outlive Blix, sure, but Indy’s brother and parents were certainly going to outlast them both, considering they were already dead. And maybe it was a very kaldorei way to look at it, considering their lifespans, but there was always a little pain with any sort of love.

That pain didn’t make the feeling any less true, or less lasting. Indy was always going to love Blix. And Indy’s brother and parents were always going to love Indy. That was just fact.

Their wedding day would be a happy one. Nobody would have their thoughts turned to death during the ceremony. And if that were the case, then the phrasing should be fine.

I love you, moonfire. And today, I’m standing here to link myself to you, and tell everyone present that I will always cherish our bond.

She might tweak the wording, just a little. But the sentiment was right.

Indy kissed Blix’s temple and closed her eyes, willing her muscles to relax and sleep to finally take her.

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DWC Day 4: Diligence (Indy)

DWC Day 4: Diligence (Indy) Word count: 3700 Summary: Indy plants Blix a new hand, gets hitched. Warnings: Gore from, uh, planting a hand.

@daily-writing-challenge

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"Something that you might eventually find utterly frustrating about me..." She kisses Blix's neck. "I'm an incredibly patient person.”

Blix shudders a little, a small sigh leaving her as she reluctantly lets go. "Mmh. You know, I can deal with that."

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Blix wasn’t eating enough. She also wasn’t sleeping enough, at least in the ways that mattered. She wasn’t bathing enough, either. But Indy had a plan, and if all went well, it would help. Not healing the wound left from her missing hand was slowly killing her as a healer, but she didn’t want to do anything she’d have to undo later. Blix had mentioned that she didn’t want a prosthetic unless there was no other option. And Indy, having healed as long as she had, had heard rumors of other options. She couldn’t grow Blix a hand back. If she’d been there when it was severed, maybe, maybe something could have been done. But…

It was possible she could still give Blix a functional, living hand. It wouldn’t be flesh, but it would get rid of the phantom pain. Indy knew how debilitating that could be from her time in the military.

Indy had been sending out a flurry of letters, to every druid she knew how to contact. Rejoining the Cenarion Circle had been a means to this end, because she would do anything for Blix. Sure, she’d been alive for roughly 900 years, but there were other healers, older, who had the information that she was so desperately seeking.

That morning, a letter had arrived. With a note, and a single seed tucked carefully into the corner of the envelope. Indy bit at her lip as she read the instructions. She read them five times, and then stepped outside the house to get some fresh air.

This was going to hurt. It was going to hurt so very badly. But it was also going to work, and so… it was time to talk to Blix about why her hand wasn’t still fully healed. Indy steeled herself as she walked back inside the house. She’d been a field medic. She could– she could do this. If the end result was worth it? She could inflict pain on the love of her life.

At least Indy hadn’t healed Blix’s right hand; she wasn’t sure she would have been able to cut it open again for the sake of this spell.

Blix was sitting in a chair, staring off into space, when Indy interrupted her reverie. As had so recently been the case, it seemed to jolt her out of a fog. Indy leaned down and smoothed Blix’s hair back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey. I want to talk to you about something.”

Blix’s good eye met hers, and Indy gave a very basic overview of what she’d been looking into over the past couple of weeks. She kept it vague, because she wasn’t sure how Blix would like the idea, but it seemed like her interest was instantly piqued. She even said she was hungry.

Hearing those words made Indy pathetically happy. If Blix wanted to eat, that was a good sign. Indy suggested steak, because of the protein content, and Blix agreed– if they’d split one. So Indy stepped for the kitchen, retrieving a single steak and cutting it in half. She’d cook Blix’s how she liked it, and eat her half raw. Some instincts just couldn’t be overcome.

While she cooked, she explained the basics of what she had in mind to Blix: a few druids over the centuries had had the idea to blend plants with flesh, typically to repair lost limbs. Fewer had succeeded. But Indy had tracked down one who did, who had given her sister a replacement hand, and this wonderful woman had given her all the information she needed to replicate it, right down to a seed of the plant she’d used.

Blix, for her part, was inhaling the steak, often asking questions with her mouth full. Indy was thrilled to see so much interest out of her.

“It will look like… have you ever seen the forest guardians? The tall, sort of centaurs with the antlers, and the plant hands?" Indy bit at her lower lip, completely unaware that this made her fangs incredibly prominent.

“Yeah, I have! Like, um. What's his dick. Big boy. Trained antler man. Malfurion's teacher.”

Indy felt a sort of rising druidic horror and started laughing helplessly. “Cenarius?”

Blix started cackling, and had to put her silverware down. “Cenarius! Fuck. I just– I couldn’t– his name!”

“What’s his dick?” Indy said dryly.

Blix grinned. “He's "what's his dick" forever, now, I'm so sorry, I don't - I don't make the rules.”

She forced herself to breathe and ignore the very Kaldorei reaction to Malfurion’s mentor being called “what’s his dick.” Eventually, she was able to reply: "I love you. Oh, and I can never let you near my teachers. I love you more just for that."

It was a lie; Indy knew full well that if Blix ever met any of her superiors, she’d be respectful. But it was so nice to be able to tease again, in the moment, that she let it carry on a bit longer before bringing the tone back down.

“It’s going to hurt, love,” she admitted eventually, giving in and taking a sip from her flask for the first time in days. “When I cast the spell. It won’t be easy.”

“Of course not! You’re planting a tree in a very sensitive place. But I’m gonna have a tree hand.”

Indy chuckled despite herself. “And you’re okay with that? As someone who often has weird hands… I just want to make sure this is something you want.”

“Sign me up for the weird hands club. I’ll be vice president.” Blix’s plate was empty, silverware down, and there was a sense of life in her good eye that Indy had been missing.

Indy took a deep breath. “Then let’s do this.” She had a final bite of steak, and then took the envelope with the seed in-hand.

“What kind of tree will it be?” Blix sounded slightly sheepish.

She looked down at the envelope. “...It’s a type of woody vine, actually. The stems are strong, which helps it anchor to the flesh, and the ends are much more flexible, which makes for good fingers.”

“So should I lie down, or…?”

Indy nodded, and took a moment to admit to herself that she was doing this. “Yeah.”

Blix abandoned her plate and moved for the bedroom. “Hey, can you grab my belt?”

Because it was going to hurt. Night, was she really going to hurt Blix so badly that she’d need a belt to bite down on? She was. They’d agreed to this. She had to follow through.

Indy picked up Blix’s belt and wordlessly brought it into the room. “I was going to suggest this,” she admitted.

Blix had stretched out on the bed, mangled arm facing her, and took the belt with her good hand. “I’m ready to be a fuckin’ honorary druid.”

“You really will be, after this.” Indy sank to her knees beside the bed so that she could reach.

“Will it feel like a real hand?” Blix stretched out the belt across her neck, readying it for use between her teeth.

“For the most part. I’m told that pressure will feel off, because the plant is stronger than flesh and so reacts differently, but everything else will be the same.”

“Good, because this phantom pain shit sucks ettin balls.”

Indy pushed back Blix’s hair and took a deep breath. “This is going to be the most complicated healing I’ve ever done, love.”

“You’ve been doing this for centuries. You’ve got this.” She crunched up enough to lean and give Indy a kiss on her temple. “I just hope I can repay you one day, wildflower.”

Indy thought about her years alone in Outland, and about how Blix had dragged her back into reality, and society, and filled the hole in her middle that Indy had been indulgently feeding with pain for almost two decades. “You already have,” she said, completely seriously.

“Not even close,” Blix replied immediately, before offering up her mangled arm. “Now let’s do some cool guy shit.”

Indy began unwrapping the bandages surrounding her stump, nostrils flaring as druid senses told her what to expect underneath. The wound came into view, and Indy saw signs of mild infection and hated herself for not catching it sooner. She cast a spell to cleanse it away, and then used the bandages to wipe the wound clean of the bits of pus.

Blix hissed and went tense.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t heal this sooner, but I wanted to be sure we could do this if you wanted to. I’d rather heal an infection than cut you back open.” Her voice sounded miserable, and she didn’t care.

“Same,” she hissed. “But that already actually feels a lot better. So just– just talk me through this, okay? I’m not gonna look, but….”

Indy inspected the wound. "I'd say I've seen worse, but because it's on you, I'm not sure I have." She sniffed, and realized she was only smelling blood, which was a good sign. "That was the easy part. I'm going to slip the seed into it, now. Then we're going to count to five, you're going bite down on the belt, and I'm going to sprout it and grow it out, okay?"

She was pretty sure that Blix looked a little pale as she responded, ‘Yeah. Okay. Count to five. Got it.”

“I’m going to put the seed in, now.” Indy removed it from its envelope, and then inspected the wound, before carefully slipping it into the center of the remains of her arm. Blix hissed, body going tense against the bed, and took the belt between her teeth.

Indy felt ill, but she kept going. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” On one, she summoned as much magic as she could into herself, before sending it into the seed. She was going to have to guide its growth, but she’d spent fifteen years doing that in Outland. She knew how to plant a plant.

But into Blix? No. She shook her head, almost tossing her braid, and focused on her patient.

The air in the room grew warm, with flecks of light dancing around them, as Indy focused in on the plant. Veins first. She closed her eyes, letting her magic tell her what was happening with the seed, and began lining the xylem and phloem of the sprout up with the veins and arteries in Blix’s hand. It would need to be fed, after all.

As the plant sprouted, Blix screamed and bit down on the belt. Indy winced, but kept going, because once they’d started, they’d have to finish. If this spell failed, Blix might lose her entire arm. She could feel beads of sweat blossoming across her entire body already, and they had just begun.

No. She could do this.

Next, the motion. She tried to ignore the greasy feel of the air around them as she focused on the plant’s roots, sending them deep into Blix’s flesh to wrap around severed nerve endings. Blix wailed, and then screamed as they progressed through her forearm, sound muffled by the belt. But then, she shrieked, the way only the cursed could do. Indy felt the sheer force of the sound hit her like a wall, but ignored it. After a couple of seconds of teeth-rattling cacophony, her hearing went dull. She could feel blood flowing from her ears, but she kept going. The roots needed to be strong. They needed to be deep. Otherwise, Blix wouldn’t have dexterity in this new hand. And she was a rogue, and right-handed; Indy couldn’t let a little pain impact the rest of her partner’s life.

Blix went quiet as the roots quit their progress, tears streaming down her face. Indy took a deep breath, gathering all the magic in the air and everything that was present within her innately, focusing it into her right hand and then pulling, ordering the sprout to form into a hand. Her magic was immediately ripped from her, but she shrieked and kept going. The palm formed. And then, one by one, the fingers, slightly longer than those on Blix’s left, but with joints in all the right places.

Indy gasped and sank against the bed, now rank with sweat. The new hand reached out and grabbed hers, squeezing hard, so she lifted her head to check in. Blix had bitten through the belt, so Indy used the absolute last of her energy to heal her to quell any lingering pain.

"It's– it's over with." She immediately started checking Blix over, ignoring the blood in her ears and the way everything was ringing faintly.

Blix was panting as she rolled to face Indy, and her eye still looked hazy. "You did it," she breathed. "You did it." Blix raised her new hand to Indy’s cheek, petting her, and studied her vine fingers as she did. "Holy shit." They made eye contact, and after a long moment of mutual staring, Blix gasped. “Indraste.”

Indy was reading lips at this point, but she could recognize her name when her lover said it. “What?”

“Your eyes. They’re both gold. Perfect gold. Holy fuck.”

She felt herself blink. A wave of strange emotion washed through her, but she ignored it, because she had to make sure Blix was okay. She touched at her eye, which had always had those lingering, stubborn flecks of silver, as she focused on her patient. “I’m more interested in your hand, honestly. Do you hurt? Does it move right? Can you feel?” Her voice sounded muddy, like she was hearing it from underwater.

Blix pulled back, studying Indy, and then her eyes went wide. Her fingers moved to Indy’s ear, wiping at the blood there. Immediately, her voice sank into panic. "Oh, my gods. Oh, my gods, you can't hear right now. I'm so sorry. Baby, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me, I never meant to do this to you, I am so fucking sorry." Indy tried to reply, to tell her that she didn’t give a fuck about her ears if Blix’s hand was okay, but she was already off the bed, now wiping at both Indy’s ears, sniffling openly. "I'm– here, here, hang on, I can–" Blix left Indy, scrambling under the bed, pulling out a kit and retrieving a healing potion. The second Indy saw it, her shoulders relaxed; she was too tired to heal herself, but this would work.

“Here, drink this, it'll– it'll help, I'm so sorry.” Blix’s voice cracked, and Indy felt like a monster.

She took the potion and tossed it back, shivering uncontrollably as her ears healed. There was still ringing, but sounds were coming back into sharper focus. She set the empty bottle aside and held out her arms. "Come here. I'm completely fine. I knew it might happen, and I suggested this anyway, didn't I? There's nothing to forgive, in my eyes."

Blix wiped furiously at her nose, sniffling. "I, yeah, I just– I didn't wanna do that, I didn't wanna hurt you, I feel fucking terrible." She wrapped Indy in her arms, hugging her hard. The feel of it was wonderful. "The hand feels good. It feels perfect, you did perfect."

But then she collapsed against Indy, shoulders shaking. “I'm sorry for the scream, I try to control it, it's hard sometimes. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Did the potion help, can you hear okay?”

It was Indy’s turn to hug. She gathered Blix in against her, and sighed. "Yeah. I can hear, and the ringing's mostly gone." She pet at Blix's hair, taking a deep breath. "I know you didn't mean to, but I also know how much pain you were in. It's okay, love. We're okay." She closed her eyes, and then chuckled quietly. "I used to get punched when I was trying to heal people, you know. It's a hazard of the calling. Anyway, didn't I just hurt you even though I didn't want to?"

Blix sat back enough to inspect her new hand. Indy watched her test the fingers, and then felt her heart grow lighter when she smiled up at her. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.”

Indy smiled back. "Night. I'm over the moon that this worked. I trust the druids I was speaking with, but actually seeing it?" She studied Blix closely, smile growing. "I think you look amazing with that, too." Indy was well aware that she’d think Blix would look amazing in any state, but the hand did suit her. And considering how often Indy had talons? They really would be the weird hands club, and something about that was completely charming to her exhausted brain. “Do you think it will bloom sometimes? I kind of hope so.”

Blix’s face grew oddly serious. “...Indy?”

She settled back on her knees and frowned. “What?”

Blix reached into the pocket of her pants, and then settled down onto her knees, looking up at Indy. She held out a ring, and Indy gasped, falling utterly silent. She’d been around humans for long enough to know what that meant.

Slowly, Blix spoke. "I can hope it will bloom for this. Indy, you've been an important part of my life for some time now, and all the adventures we’ve gone on, all the friends we've made, the homes we've shared - it's an experience I genuinely never figured I would get to have. I always thought that I would die before I got to where I need to be, and instead, I found you. You're headstrong, and stubborn, and ridiculous at times, but you're also incredibly funny, intelligent, and beautiful. Your compassion– even after everything you've been through– makes me believe there's always good out there in the world. It makes me love you more every day..”

Indy sniffled and stared at Blix as she continued speaking, utterly entranced. “Watching you come into your own, into a world that's so different from what you knew before you stepped through the portal has been amazing, and I don't ever want to be in a position where I can't continue to share that with you. You're the springtime that brings me to bloom, and I couldn't ask for anyone better."

Blix shifted fully onto one knee, holding out the ring. Indy felt feathers forming in her braid, and laughed breathlessly.

Blix’s voice broke as she finished. “And I couldn't ask for a better honor than to have you as my wife, so... Indraste Darktalon, will you please do me that honor, and marry me?"

Indy stared down at the ring as her hand rose to her mouth, realizing immediately just how much it matched her. The band was gold like her eyes, and the stone was red like her tattoos. And even if that hadn’t been the case, the woman holding it out to her would have been enough to make it perfect. Her mind swam; she’d never considered herself marriage material. She preferred her meat raw and slept in trees unless there was someone else in her bed. She shed feathers constantly when stressed, and couldn’t always keep into a single form because she’d spent so long as something other than an elf over the past few decades.

And yet, Blix loved her. Blix loved her enough to want to spend the rest of her life with her. And Indy had known for months that she loved Blix enough to do that, and then love her for ages afterwards. The world was a strange place, anyway; who knew who would outlive whom?

She realized she was just staring, sweaty and bloody, and willed herself to speak: “Oh, Night. Really? I– I mean, of course I will.” She took a moment to run her hand down her braid and breathe, before she repeated, “Yes, Blix, I will. Of course I will. I love you so much, and I swear you've saved me every day I've known you." She looked down at the ring and tried to ignore the way the room was shining from the tears in her eyes. "Do... Do I put it on? Do you put it on me?"

Indy gave up, laughing, and stared helplessly down at her fiancee.

Blix laughed. "Yes, I'll put it on you." She took Indy’s hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. Indy wasn’t surprised to find that it fit perfectly. “Was waiting for my hand to grow back 'fore I asked, didn't wanna pop the question and fumble it,” she admitted.

Indy leaned in for a kiss, taking a moment to really savor it, and think about how many times she was going to be able to savor it again in the future. Finally, she pulled back and laughed. “You could have asked me in any state and the result would have been the same. Night. Now I need to get you a ring, don't I?" She curled a bit so she could rest her forehead on Blix's shoulder. She exhaled, and the sound was more content than anything she’d heard from herself in ages.

Blix laughed. "Yeah, but we can worry about that later." She pulled Indy’s face back into range and then kissed her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you," she murmured. "More than anything on this weird fuckin' rock– rain or shine."

Indy beamed. "You must, to want to hitch along for this ride." She kisses Blix's forehead. "I'll think on the ring. For now, you know what I think we need to do?"

Blix looked at her, good eye steady and brighter than it had been since she’d been back. “What?”

"We need to have a bath. Warm, bubbly, and full of us, cuddling." Indy gathered her in her arms, using the last of her strength to rise and carry Blix to the bathroom. It was time for a bit of peace. They’d both earned it, and Indy was willing to fight to keep it.

Thankfully, the bubbles didn’t resist.

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oof hit me w 😡/💬 for the ask meme, blix is gonna have a Day w this

I've been told to combine 😡- Venting their anger with 💬 - Talking to themselves. And since this is from Blix, we shall provide.

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Indraste tried to keep herself together as she landed in the front yard. Her brother? He had been a surprise to see, because she has simply assumed he had cut her out of his life. He hadn't remembered who she was initially, after all, and while they had been trying to work on who they were now? Well. Disappearing after that, one makes assumptions.

Yet another Darktalon had deemed her not good enough.

But that wasn't true, was it? Because he was back, and confiding what happened, and all of it made so much stupid sense that she couldn't be mad at any of them.

And that's why she was trying to channel that Darktalon fury. He had seemed happy to see her, and worried about those who were (concernedly; and this was a whole new problem) missing from his life.

She had never expected anything, and so had taken his intentional departure less personally than she had the sudden disappearance of Blix. Only slightly less, because if he disappeared, she'd assumed he didn't want to be found.

If Blix disappeared? She assumed just the opposite.

They were both back, and she was trying to adjust. On the streets today, Andennaris had seemed to happy to see her. And, again, she had never expected anything, because what was there to expect from a sibling that didn't even remember being family?

But, as always he exceeded expectations. He sought her out again, and asked for her help regarding a very delicate problem. It involved her standing tall and intimidating in a corner while Reth's friends collected her things. It would have been easy, if it hadn't been so sad.

So here Indy was in the yard, squaring off with a tree. She needed to burn some of this off before she went inside. So she took off her scythe and fell into a brawler stance, squaring off with a tree.

"Keep my family away from me? See what happens." She punched the trunk, ignoring the way her knuckles split against the bark. She could smell her own blood, but she maintained control for now.

Hitting usually made her feel better. But this time, all she was left with was bloody hands and a sense of despair. What was she supposed to tell her new brother about their old parents?

Indy faced the tree. "Andira, Indarris Darktalon? Meet your new son, Andennaris. Don't pretend that you know him," she murmured to the tree, and immediately knew it wasn't right. It wasn't her place to say anything about her brother to get parents. So she sent a few more punches the tree's way, grunting each time her knuckles hit bark.

As the hits kept landing, one ear cocked toward what sounded like very familiar company. She tried to compose herself, and failed completely. The area around the tree was ringed by feathers, and she was no better off herself. So there wasn't really anything to compose.

((@blixvoronin ask and ye shall receive.))

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indraste-darktalon · 2 years

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Eye Contact

Summary: Indy takes some time to study a recently-changed physical characteristic Warnings: none

Indraste stirred in the middle of the night, immediately reaching for Blix, making sure she was both in bed and not the source of whatever had woken her. Her fiancée was nestled against her side, breathing slow and even, new hand resting lightly on Indy’s shoulder. She made a content noise and closed her eyes, taking some time to enjoy the feel of Blix’s skin against hers. Ever since she’d made back, lying in bed with Blix triggered an almost feral sense of satisfaction that soothed her nerves and helped her sleep. With any luck, it was mutual–though hopefully Blix wasn’t constantly fighting the urge to pull Indy to her chest and curl around her like a cat. Indy was spending a lot of time as the big spoon.

Minutes passed. Blix’s breathing remained steady and easy, and the rest of the house was quiet, yet Indy was coming no closer to sleep. Eventually, she slipped out of bed, padding into the living room to check and make sure that the Sprite Darters weren’t causing mischief. Asha had moonfired Tilly three days ago, and the two had been a handful ever since. That was also the day Asha had added a third word to her vocabulary: no. (“Did you just cast a spell on your brother?” “Nnnnnnnno.”)

Night. Fish, mama, and no. Indy was doing great with raising a sentient, intelligent being.

Thankfully, the two of them were asleep in their wall hammocks, so Indy continued on, doing a quiet search of the house. Getting used to a new place was a little easier this time, but the house was bigger, so now she was adjusting to having a lot of space. She and Blix still shared a worktable, though; a bigger one, granted, but something about the combined mess of their hobbies made Indy insanely happy.

Her circuit through the house ended in the bathroom, where she grabbed her brush and began unbraiding her hair. Brushing out her hair tended to make her sleepy, and she was hoping between that and having made sure the house was okay, that it would be possible to get back to bed soon. She sat down on the edge of the tub and began the long process of making sure her hair was free of tangles. And feathers. As always, she began a small pile beside her left hip. At least there didn’t seem to be too many tonight.

The mirror in this bathroom was far larger than the one in their apartment had been, and she could see herself clearly; something she had actively avoided doing since she planted Blix a new hand. But, since she had a moment to herself, she forced herself to meet her own eyes as she brushed.

Indy had been born with silver eyes. Like most druids, when she began practicing her magic, they had slowly begun to turn gold. At first the transition had been rapid, with her right eye changing color over the course of a few years. But her left… for a couple of hundred years, it’d had hardly any gold at all. When she’d left Darnassus, and begun healing with the military order that had asked for her aid, it too had begun to change. Slowly, stubbornly, just like her.

Her parents had insisted that the reason this was happening was because she hadn’t followed in their footsteps and focused on her animal forms. Her teacher had once gently suggested that it was because something was holding her back from accepting her path in life.

Blix had once asked what she would have been if not a druid, and Indy had replied that she likely would have become a priestess. She genuinely loved healing. (Though these days, she was glad that she hadn’t chosen to follow Elune.) A part of her had always wondered if she would have been better, if more of her old friends would still be alive, if she had chosen to fight her parents and follow her own path.

But if she had done that, she wouldn’t have been able to help Blix. She’d had that realization while she was healing, coaxing the plant roots to line up and amalgamate with Blix’s arm. A priest wouldn’t have been able to do that. And for the first time since she’d started down the long, long road of her training and time with the Cenarion Circle, it all seemed like something she’d been meant to do rather than forced into.

And just like that, the last of the silver disappeared from her eyes.

Once she’d had a little time to process, she’d realized that sudden flash of understanding had taken some of the sting out of her past and left her feeling more content with who she was in the present.

Indy held her own gaze in the mirror for several long moments before smiling faintly to herself. Happiness looked good on her.

But, rings under her eyes from lack of sleep would not. So, she rose, set the brush aside, and returned to the bedroom to curl back around her lady love.

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Title: Get Off My Lawn !!! (Indy)

Word Count: 700 Summary: Indy doesn’t like sharing airspace. (guest starring @blixvoronin)

Indy looked up from her book, glowering at the roof as a loud thud and the roar of a drake interrupted her calm afternoon for what felt like the thousandth time. Her grumpy growl was muffled by the sound of the cottage door slamming open.

Blix burst in, face alight with excitement. Indy felt the too-common mix of adoration and worry that bloomed through her middle every time she saw that expression, which firmly settled on the latter when she registered what Blix was yelling.

“Wildflower! They’re doing the drake races here!” She gave Indy a quick squeeze around the waist and then darted for the bedroom, probably to change. “Where the fuck– is Mr. Scrungle in the stable?”

Indy scowled and rubbed at her temples. “I think he and Asraku went for a hunt. On an unrelated note, we might owe the neighbors a few sheep.”

Blix wilted, and then wandered back over to Indy, slow leaning into her front. “I want to go race.”

“You can when they get back. Somebody should enjoy this ruckus.”

Blix looked up at her. “Indy, you love flying. You and Asraku have been using forests as obstacle courses for months now. And if you’re not on her, you’re–” she gestured at all of Indy–”you.”

A few feathers fell from Indy’s braid as she frowned down at her wife. “It’s different here. I don’t like strangers on our private property.”

“They’re not on our property, though. Not unless they crash-land.”

“The air counts,” she retorted, well aware of how sullen she sounded.

Blix pulled back, laughing a little, and pulled a feather from her braid. “You’re defending our territory like a corvid. Are you going to fly out there and swoop at anybody who gets too close to our roof?”

“...I might,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around Blix and squeezing a little to soothe herself.

Her wife looked up at her, beaming. “Just don’t hate me when I go out there and break the sound barrier, okay?”

She made an offended noise. “It’s fine if you do it. You belong.”

Blix started to pull back, grin not getting any smaller. “O-kay. You’re grumpy, shedding, and being overly territorial. You’re hangry. Let me go make us something before you start swooping strangers.”

“I’m n–” Indy let go of her, going quiet, because she was. She was very hungry, but had been too distracted to notice. She silently planted a kiss on Blix’s hair, then went to sit back down in her chair before she incriminated herself further. “I can cook for us, you know,” she said in one faint, final protest.

“Celebratory barbecue. At the end of the tournament. I’ll need it after introducing the competition to the speed of Mach Fuck.” Blix pointed at her, then sauntered into the kitchen.

Another thump, another roar. Indy winced and rubbed at her ears. The cottage was supposed to be their quiet space. This? This was a nightmare.

Still, while Blix fixed them dinner, a plan started to form. Give in to the territoriality and help her wife? There were no downsides.

****

In the days following the Voronin Darktalons’ race conversation, there started to be complaints at the courses in the Elwynn and Redridge areas. Many riders commented that there seemed to be a very angry, very pecky crow that kept swooping the people attempting the races. Delays, crashes, and forfeits were reported in much higher numbers at those races.

Blix looked up from the news-sheet a few days later, eyeing Indy levelly over their coffees. “...What did you do while I was racing, love?”

Indy took a sip of her coffee and made a content sound. “I caused problems on purpose.”

“Did you sabotage the track?”

“You ran it fine, didn’t you?” Indy gave a content smile and settled back into her chair.

The air over the cottage was blissfully, blissfully silent.

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I think Twist would enjoy catching Blix 🕷- Trying and failing to kill a spider. :3c

"Alright, c'mere, you dag-gone lil' shit -"

Blix held a shoe in one vined hand and a pan in the other, her eyes narrowed into slits as she crept across the floor in her bathroom. There was a spider in that tub, and by the Light, she was gonna get it.

Indy wasn't home.

It was murder time.

As soon as she stepped close enough to consider being within range for shoe-throwing, the spider jumped and seemed to vanish in thin air. Blix, with all dignity that one can, let out a high-pitched, terrified shriek, and jumped up on the toilet in retaliation.

"OH FUCK NO! NO! Come back here! You can't - oh, FUCK!"

There were few times that Blix Voronin, decorated veteran of the Grand Army of the Alliance, could compare her civilian life to the battlefield. This, though? This was fucking one of them.

Spotting the vile creature on the wall, Blix calmed herself just enough to lob the shoe in her hand at it as hard as possible. It missed - barely - and the spider crawled away, down the wall and onto the floor. "Oh, you stupid fucker," Blix hissed, hopping down and swinging the pan on the floor.

It made a miraculously loud sound, but the spider remained very much so alive. Blix looked to see where it had gone, and spotted Twist as soon as her head turned enough to bring the man out of her blind spot.

Once again, Blix screamed.

"TWIST!" She shouted. "I gotta put a fuckin' bell on you! What the fuck! Oh, shit, if you're here, at least help me get this fuckin' spider I don't care what you think it's a CRIMINAL and it's gonna BITE MY ASS."

The war would continue, but at least now - hopefully - Blix had an ally on her side.

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#ask meme #blix DOES NOT fuck w spiders in her house #sorry indy :(#my asks #twist

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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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The Wedding (Indy)

Word count: 850 Summary: Indy and Blix get hitched, pre-timeskip! I had her vows written and I was on a plane today and figured I’d write out a little thing so I could show them off to Blix’s player. So here’s a little glimpse into the wedding for everyone. :D Mentions: @blixvoronin @celesterunewhisper @ranekvilmas @mekandawn @xarianazphel (I'm not gonna double ping for those of you who have multiple characters.)

It was strange, having every different little section of her recent life finally gathered into one place. First, the location: a river delta in Nagrand, beneath a large tree, which used to be her favorite place to fish. Second, her friends: Celeste, who had coordinated everything for her and Blix; Ranek, who had agreed to be her best man; and Caythaes, who had written an entire ceremony to marry them by. Twist, too: he had actually arrived early to help her get ready. And then Xarian, whom she’d met in a tavern brawl while Blix was missing, had even agreed to come even though there would be no fighting. Last but not least, her family: her brother had agreed to spend time around their parents to be there for her. And her mother and father had agreed to give him a wide berth.

That was as good as it was going to get for the Darktalons, at least for now.

Her old home. Her closest friends. Her newly rediscovered family. And then, most importantly: her wife, who was also surrounded by her own family and friends. It was the most positive gathering of people she’d been in in decades.

Blix looked stunning. (Indy honestly thought that she looked stunning in almost every situation, but today there was a brightness around her that had been less common since she came back.)

Indy, for her part, had tried: her hair was in a looser, much less severe braid down her back, leaving hair to frame her face. Twist had helped her weave pale yellow flowers into the braid, which was a step up from her usual mess of feathers. She was in a sleeveless dress that she had been working on for months; a soft green, made of leaf-shaped panels of varying sizes layered atop one another to form the bodice and the skirt. She was still barefoot, but she had lip stain on; red, to match her tattoos.

Today wasn't a day for stress. She could get through it without talons and feathers ruining her look.

There was a twinge of stress, though, when the ceremony began and Cay had her and Blix stand in front of them beneath the tree. She felt all the guests' eyes on her, and had to remind herself that every single person there was there to support them. So she held Blix's hands, and smiled down at her, and waited for the time to say her vows. She was going first, and she desperately hoped what she had to say wouldn't turn out to be too long.

Cay indicated it was her turn to speak. Indy took a deep breath, met Blix’s eyes, and squeezed her hands.

"I'm going to start this on a sad note, which is probably not surprising to anyone who knows me." There was the faint sound of scattered laughter, but that was fine; she'd meant it to be a bit self-deprecating. "But you'll soon understand that this time, it's good to start sad."

Blix raised an eyebrow, and Indy continued: "Two decades ago, I lost my hope. Two years ago, I lost my faith. After Outland and Teldrassil, society became unbearable for me. My instinct was to fade away into the wilderness and not give the world a second chance."

No laughter, this time; the only sound when she paused for another breath was the wind in the grass and the branches of the tree above them. Blix was staring up her, expression earnest.

"But then I met you by chance, and within minutes you'd turned one of my most stressful days since coming back into something light-hearted and fun. And then… you just kept doing that."

Indy smiled and reached out to cup Blix's cheek in her hand. "Blix Voronin, you make me want to greet the day again. You make me want to improve my health, and rebuild my connections to other people. And every moment I'm with you, I find something else about you that's worth loving. You've given me a reason to come back to real life, and work through those days that are struggles. You've been endlessly patient with my quirks: my sometimes-talons, the feathers always on the floor of our home… and with my kids, who hopefully haven't flown off with the rings by now."

More laughter, and she and Blix both looked over at Ranek and Kenorian, who had both been tasked with being a perch for Asha and Tilly until it was time for them to fly the rings over. Each of the men had one of the darters on a shoulder.

No crisis so far.

Indy turned her attention back to Blix, and they met eyes again. "By the Night, Blix, I swear to you that I'm going to do everything I can to be just as wonderful to you as you are to me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you well. I'm your healer, and I'll be at your side every time I'm needed."

She squeezed Blix's hands again, and said the last part of her speech: "I love you, Moonfire. And today, I'm standing here to link myself to you, and tell everyone present that I will always cherish our bond."

Indy's shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled deeply. She'd made it through without stumbling over or forgetting words. The hard part was over; now, all she had to do was listen to what Blix had written, put a ring on her hand, give her a kiss… and then go dance, drink, and party with people who loved them.

Things were good, and while she knew it wasn’t going to be easy… she had faith that they were going to stay that way.

((Indy's wedding dress ref:))

#Indraste Darktalon #blindy #Blix Voronin

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