#otp: wyrmwind romance

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you're way off base, i won't say it get off my case, i won't say it

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alksdf her nose <3 <3 <3!!!! thank you so much again!!

Sending out the first wave of finished commissions, but I loved working on this one. @e-dragoons lovely WoL Lehna and her boo Estinien. Thanks for letting me draw your baby!

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i just wanted to save you.

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kissed by fire ️‍🔥

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“I like your hair like this.”

Lehna’s gaze went from her face, where she had just smeared some lotion across her cheeks, and met Estinien’s eyes in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

His expression was thoughtful as he reached out and twirled a finger around a lock of her hair, climbing up slowly to her scalp as he did so. The closer he got to her scalp, the more it sent shivers down her spine. 

“Long,” he said after a moment. “When you leave it down.”

In the time they had known each other, Lehna had gone through so many different hairstyles. It had been long when they had first met, though not nearly as long as it was now. Between how busy they had all been since returning from the First and the injuries she had sustained in Ultima Thule knocking her out for several weeks… It was one of those things she had not really considered, falling to the wayside as more important things became pressing matters they needed to take care of.

Only now during the long, warm nights spent in Thavnair–and only after Estinien had pointed it out–had she realized just how long it had gotten. 

It flowed down in long, beachy waves down the entirety of her back–the only part she had trimmed regularly was her bangs, so they did not get in the way of her daily life. More often than not, her hair was thrown up with a ribbon to get it out of her way–something Estinien did with his own hair, too.

But when she looked in the mirror back to herself, all she saw was the weariness that filled her aching bones–enough of it to spread to her dull eyes, her knotted hair. She still required the assistance of a brace to walk, the injuries to her knees taking so long to heal that the healers warned her that she may not ever fully recover. 

She tried not to think about that part.

“I am glad you like it,” she said after a moment, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. Lehna had never been a vain person–at least she did not think so–but seeing herself now just filled her with an overwhelming sense of disgust. It was not her.

As Lehna swept across the room to their bed, Estinien followed not far behind. His hand rested on her lower back–a supportive gesture he had grown quite fond of after her first few stumbles with trying to walk after their return. It was not a gesture she minded–no one had ever comforted her the way Estinien tried to.

She sat down on the bed and winced as the familiar pain jolted through her. That, at least, was meant to be temporary.

Estinien slid into the bed next to her, pulling the thin sheet over both of them. Radz-at-Han was simply too hot for much more than that.

“I have always liked your hair,” Estinien said after a long silence. 

“Is that so?” A smile played at her lips, though it was not genuine–and sure enough, Estinien gave her a knowing look.

“It is,” he said.

Lehna tried hard to think of a time Estinien had given her a physical compliment that was not about her form or how strong she was. She could not think of one. “Well, thank you I suppose.”

“You…” He hesitated, stumbling over his words for a moment. “You truly are beautiful. You know that, right?”

She did–she was no fool. Even before she became the Warrior of Light, it was a rarity for her to leave the bar alone at night. She took excellent care of her skin when she was able to do so. Her eyes were a jeweled tourmaline unique to her Keeper clan that made people curious–one of the only things she would ever think about thanking her father for. 

And yet to hear Estinien say it… Her cheeks warmed, tinging a shade darker. “Thank you,” she repeated, this time her voice soft and gentle. Vulnerable.

But with Estinien, that was alright. She snaked her arms around his torso as he placed his own hand on the small of her back again, his other positioned so he could run his fingers through the fringes of her hair that fell across his chest as Lehna placed her head there. Eyes closed, she took in a breath of him–a musky aroma with the faintest hint of spice. Her shoulders relaxed and she allowed herself to sink into his side. 

Her own hand wandered across his chest–across scars of all shapes and sizes, the bumps on his shoulder from where Nidhogg’s eye had fused with him feeling much like the scars of a burn. Estinien used to suck in a breath and flinch away from her touch in surprise when she did that–but no longer. Now, he brushed his lips across the top of her head, pressing his nose into her hair. 

“I mean the scars too, you know,” he said. “The ones I can see and the ones I cannot.”

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes at that, but she dare not move–the last thing she wanted was for Estinien to see her cry, even if he had already seen her at her worst so many times before. 

She clung to him as she let out a small sniffle, and in turn he pulled her in tighter. “Get some rest, mon chaton.”

As Lehna allowed herself to drift off to sleep, she laced her fingers through Estinien’s. Her knight.

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"You said you wouldn't leave again." "No. I said I'd always come back."

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"Aw, breaking a sweat already, Varlineau?" "Don't worry. When I beat you, you can buy me some fried squid."

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tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme beauty and the beast

i've been wanting to put lehna in more yellow lately, so belle was the perfect choice. even if she doesn't know how to read lol.

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this is so ooc for lehna (she would NEVER blush) but i needed a treat.

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lehna: smiling for the camera estinien: ｒｅｅｓｅ＇ｓ　ｐｕｆｆｓ　ｒｅｅｓｅ＇ｓ　ｐｕｆｆｓ　ｅａｔ　＇ｅｍ　ｕｐ　ｅａｔ　＇ｅｍ　ｕｐ　ｅａｔ　＇ｅｍ　ｕｐ

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🌸 i wonder if with just one sakura kiss we could stop time and i'd fall in love with you 🌸

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“Get away from him.”

Her words were laced with pure venom. Magenta eyes met blue as she steeled her gaze toward the Lord Commander, ears pinned against her head as a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat.

“L-Lehna?” Aymeric was surprised.

Of course he was.

“Lehna?” Alphinaud’s voice was softer. Curious. Concerned.

“You tried to kill him,” Lehna spat.

Aymeric’s expression was pained–he was not about to defend himself. His guilt was clear on his face. Good.

“Lehna, let him help,” Alphinaud begged. “He can get Estinien to safety.”

She knew Alphinaud was right. Lehna had been stupid enough to think Aymeric had been different from the other city-state leaders, but he was no different; he would easily sacrifice his best friend to save Ishgard. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I…”

“Lehna, please.” Alphinaud’s voice was desperate. His hand touched her back. Lehna flicked her tail in annoyance and took a deep breath, grasping Estinien’s limp hand for just a moment before she let it fall to his side and stood up–refusing to take her eyes off of Aymeric.

“He will forgive you.” Her voice was cold. “I won’t.”

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so much (for) stardust...

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stars

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mimir...

a comm i got from @/miqoting on twitter ;w;