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The Pattern of an Age - 3 Chapter 3

Moiraine x reader (for now)

Synopsis:

You were light, free, a force of nature, undeterred by the harshness of the world. A beautiful flower, with fierce thorns. A powerful woman that would help change the tides of this war. Someone Moraine could simply not overlook

Rating: mature

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries

Lan stood before you, shielding you as much as he could, but to no avail. Liandrin circled the blue, like a starved predator but still Moiraine stood tall, her gaze never wavering. The more the red’s focus stayed on her, the less she would pay attention to you, maybe you could stay under the radar. But of course things did not go the way she wanted them to.

“What have you brought to us sister.” She said stopping before the warder. The man stiffened, his hand twitching, ready to grab his weapon. Her eyes scanned him with disdain and something akin to hatred lingering. “ Move, warder.”

Lan did not move, his gaze searching Moiraine’s. She nodded and so he moved to the side, revealing you. You stood tall, suppressing any sign of stress, refusing to show a silver of emotion to the woman. She circled you just like she did Moiraine, but with a curiosity that made you uneasy.

“And who is this?” She said without leaving your side.

She had to think quickly. She had to pull Liandrin’s focus away from you, and fast. “She owes me her life. In exchange, I wish for her to protect mine.” She wasn’t lying, You did owe her your life, and you do want to protect her at all cost, but not because of your depth.

Moiraine hoped her excuse would be enough for now, and it seemed so for a moment, but before Liandrin walked off, her hand brushed your cheek. “You and I will have a little chat eventually.” The lingering feeling of her fingers made you want to crawl out of your skin.

The group escorted you to their camp a few miles away. You walked sandwiched between your horse and the warder, tucked away and safe from lingering eyes. The tension inside your group was palpable. No one spoke for the rest of the way. At camp, as much as you wanted to follow the blue Aes Sedai, you were steered away from the channelers and towards the warder’s fire.

Walking through the camp, you realized the absence of any male, but from what you had heard of the red Ajah, this fact did not surprise you.

At the border of camp, a few tents were set up and a fire was burning. There were strictly men, clad in fighting leather. Some were training and others were simply chatting around the flames. Loud cheering was heard when they caught a glimpse of their companion returning. You stayed behind him, observing, but quickly realized that there was no need to stay on your guard when you saw how relaxed Lan was.

He introduced you to the group. Everyone was welcoming and spoke to you as if they had known you for years. They reminded you of your family with the way they interacted and teased each other.

Lan brought you to a tent where a change of clothes awaited you. It was a deep blue blouse with dark fitted pants and the same fighting leather the warders wore. Your heart jumped a little when you took a look at your new outfit. It truly was the same shade of blue, you felt marked, like the woman ahad staked her claim on you.

When you exited the tent, a few of the men whistled at you and one stood to scoot over on the log near the fire.

You sat by his side and Took the plate he held out for you. “ It has been a while since a woman shared our fire.” The man said as he took a bite of his food.

“I wasn’t aware that Aes Sedai and warders were kept separate from each other.”

“It’s not always the case.” He said, his eyes landing in a group of red sisters passing by. “Special circumstances I suppose.”

A tall blond man squeezed himself in the tight space between you and your new found companion. He looked lively, with an almost childish gleam in his eyes.

“ So, did Moiraine finally pull the broom out of her behind and take a second warder?” He casually asked, mouth full of his diner. You almost choked, but before you could react, your companion slapped him behind the head. The blond man let a hearty laugh out. “ I am Maksim, this is Ivon.”

You didn’t answer, not knowing how much of yourself you could reveal in this place, but the men seemed to understand and didn’t push. There was one thing that struck you and uou could not help but inquire. “Is it common for Aes Sedais to take two warders?”

“No, but it is much more fun.” Maksim said, winking at you.

You gave him a confused look. “You three…”

The look he sent you gave you all the information you needed. Your scandalized expression amused the blond man greatly. “ Now I see why she would be drawn to you.”

Before you could reply, Lan intervened, saving you from further embarrassment. “Don’t listen to that one, he’s nothing but trouble.”

“Be careful, Lan Mandragoran.” Lan smiled a dangerous grin.

“I dont not have anything to fear from you, Maksim.”

“Can you believe the audacity?” Maksim said to you, searching for your support.

“Do not look at her, she too doesn’t have to worry about you.” Lan said smiling.

Maksim’s gaze changed to something curious, the kind of look that would for sure morph into a challenge.

“Is that so? how would you like it if we tested this theory.” He said standing from his spot, his plate long forgotten.

You sent a look Lan’s way. Satisfied by his confident nod, you stood to shake Maksim’s hand. “ I will see you an hour from now my lady.” He with a silly bow.

The news of your duel travelled fast among the warders and soon enough, men were gathering along the edge of the clearing. The news had apparently reached some of the sisters and they had accompanied their warder for the display.

You saw no signs of Moiraine among them and relief flooded your senses. This was the exact opposite of keeping a low profile and you knew it, but it was too late. You stood on one side, with a blunt sword sheathed on your back and Lan by your side.

“He’s eager to show off, therefore sloppy. You have more fighting experience than him. Keep your head leveled and you won’t have a problem.”

You met the warder half way, in the middle of the clearing, his smug grin had not left his face. He bowed again and winked before taking a fighting stance. You waited at the last second to pull out your sword. As Lan had predicted, his moves were flashy, sloppy, but powerful. Each strike that you parried reverberated down your arm, but still you easily moved around him, analyzing, observing. Your training with Lan had taught you patience but when you were sparring, you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

You smiled as you danced around each other. You could see that the warder was starting to get annoyed with you. You still hadn’t retaliated to his offence and still he had not managed to touch you.

“Come on! Come at me! Or is Moiraine’s leash still too tight ?” he said after striking your blade and leaning into it. You don’t exactly know why his words burned this way, but for an instant, you lost your cool. You pushed him away with an amount of force which surprised the both of you and swung your blade around quickly, barely leaving enough time for the warder to parry your hit.

You advanced on him with renewed motivation, making him take several steps backwards. You let your frustration and uncertainty from the last few weeks out, fueling your attacks. Unbeknownst to the both of you, your little duel had attracted a lot more people than intended. Upon hearing the commotions, Moiraine had quickly made her way to the warder’s camp and was now standing beside Alanna with a hard look on her face. Her green sister though, had a wide grin stretching her features.

“Moiraine, sister, where did you find this feisty little thing?” She asked, her head tilted to the side, watching you go toe-to-toe with her warder. The blue didn’t answer, instead, her eyes were glued to your moving form.

A particularly harsh blow landed on your side which made you lose your balance and land on your back. You kicked back up just in time to block his sword and twisted his blade, effectively disarming the man. His sword was sent flying a few feet away. You landed a powerful kick to his chest, making him fall on his behind. You walked towards his sword and picked it up. When you turned around, you found him still on the ground, but with a smile stretching his lips. You smiled back and offered him a hand. “ Remind me to never underestimate you again.”

You laughed at his comment and walked back to the sword stand. Your blissful victory was short lived, the feeling melting away at the sight of Moiraine. Anyone else wouldn’t have seen a difference in her demeanor, but these past weeks, being on the road with her had taught you one thing. That any traces of emotions in the blue Aes Sedai were strictly held in her eyes, and right now, those fiery eyes were piercing your soul.

You walk to the edge of the clearing where you were soon surrounded by warders congratulating you for the fight. But your mind was still with the older woman. You could still feel her eyes on you, and when you turned and met her head on, she simply turned around and started to walk towards her own tent.

As you watched her leave, something in your chest pulled, tugging you towards her. You excused yourself, slipping away from the group of men and walking towards the heart of the camp.

How you knew which way to go was a mystery to you, and quite frankly, you didn’t feel the need to inquire. Your focus was solely on finding Moiraine’s tent,which is why you failed to notice the woman walking behind you.

“You’ve caused quite the stir around camp.” That voice sent a chill down your spine. You froze, but did not turn around. Of course, the red sister was already curious about you, your little display on the training ground was bound to have caught her attention.

She advanced on you slowly, like a predator, you stood still, unsure of her next move. “That little display was intriguing indeed, but I somehow doubt that it was your fighting skills that caught her attention.”

She did not let you speak, she had already trapped you in rope like weaves. Panic rose but you willed it to stay still, dormant.

“Tell me child, what is it that pulls her to you?”

“My witty sense of humour and dashing good looks.” Your restraints tightened, making it hard to breathe.

“ Clever, but your wits won’t help you now.” She said with a sickening smile. One twist of her hand and the weaves wrapped around you glowed, leaving a burning sensation on your skin. You let a whimper escape your lips. You knew that one burst of your power could set you free but Mloiraine’s voice echoed in your mind. You had already disappointed the woman once, you would not make the same mistake again.

But the restraints were starting to burn through your clothes. A pained moan escaped your lips, unable to hold your composure anymore. You could feel the One power inside you stir and grow, threatening to overflow any second now. The pain was starting to make your senses go numb, and just when you thought you had reached your limit, a voice rang, cutting through the haze.

“Liandrin!” Suddenly, the burning restraints disappeared. You fell to your knees, but right before the rest of your body met with the dirt, you were caught by a set of arms. The smell that flooded your senses was familiar, cedar and sandalwood. Your whole body relaxed, as cold hands laid on your shoulders.

“What? I’m simply getting to know our new guest.” She said with a wicked grin. “She’s quite the woman isn’t she, strong too, perhaps not only in strength and spirit.”

Moiraine glared at the red sister. “She is not to be discussed here.” She said, not denying nor feeding into her suspicions.

“Careful Moiraine. One could begin to think that you care about the girl.” Her grip on your shoulders stiffened, but her touch did not leave you. “I look forward to meeting again, girl.”

Only when she was sure Liandrin had left did Moiraine bend down at your level. Her cold hands made contact with your cheeks, angling your face so she could see you clearly. Your face was contorted in pain, your skin still burning from the restraints. In a surprising show of force she hoisted you to your feet and dragged you away.

You were laid on a cot far more comfortable than what you were used to. Her smell was even stronger here. It offered you something to focus on other than the burns. Moiraine worked fast, healing your wounds and easing the searing pain to a complete stop. You did not move right away, the exhaustion from the day and the healing taking its toll on your body. But you couldn’t help but turn your head towards the Aes Sedai, who was pacing the length of the tent, a cold expression stuck on her delicate features.

Anger was pouring out of her, but it was unclear to you what could be the cause of her state. You struggled to sit up, your strained groans failing in catching the attention of the woman before you. She finally spoke, but without halting her steps or even looking your way. “I was under the impression that you understood what is at stake here.” She said with a calm that could only announce the arrival of a great storm.

“But clearly I have underestimated your judgment.” She stopped and stood before you, a fair amount of distance from you, but her words impacted you as if they had been spoken a few inches from your face. “You have managed to catch the attention of the one woman in this camp that could jeopardize this whole plan. Are you even aware of what could happen if she discovered you?”

“ Liandrin is dangerous. She will not hesitate to gentle, or even kill anyone that she sees as a threat to the search of the Dragon. You, you need to realize that this is bigger than you. Your power, it is essential, it could help us in this fight, but only if we do this right.” You stayed silent, her words cutting deep. In the weeks you had spent traveling with her, you thought that the blue Aes Sedai saw you as more than just a source of raw power. All those nights training, the glances shared. Even those moments that made time feel like it had slowed, where the distance between you had all but disappeared, those made you feel like you were more to her than a means to an end.

You stood, the feeling of hurt and of betrayal burning as much as those ropes that had held you captive moments ago. “Is that how you see me? A weapon, A means to an end, A tool to change the tides of this war to your advantage?”

The hurt transpired in your voice, making the older woman recoil a little. Her voice softened. “You must focus on this fight for the light Y/N, it is all that matters.”

“Answer me Moiraine. Is this all I am too you?” She stayed perfectly still, the only trace of her conflict present in the glimmer of those piercing blue eyes.

“Do you really think I would do all this if I didn’t care about you.” She all but whispered. She was completely stiff, as if the words were being dragged out of her by force. “I could simply surrender you to the Tower. Have you collared like an animal and used for the sole purpose of winning this war. ” She said, taking a step towards you, invading your space.

Somehow her threats did not register the same as they should, because what you understood from them, is that she had done everything she could to keep you safe, to keep you close. “Then what is it that you want from me, Moiraine.”

Her eyes left you, as if she was physically trying to dodge the question. “What I want is irrelevant…”

“Not to me!” For the first time, Moiraine seemed shocked into silence. Whether it was your words or your close proximity to her, it was unclear, but it seemed like her pristine self-control was slowly withering away the longer you stood mere inches from her.

“I want to find the Dragon and bring him back to Tar Valon.” She said in a determined voice. Your shoulder slumped, but before you could put space between the two of you, her hand reached out slowly and almost made contact with your cheek before she caught herself. “ I don’t want to lose more people in the process.”

Her honesty caught you off guard. You looked in her eyes, willing every bit of devotion you felt for the other woman to be visible. “I will do everything in my power to stay by your side and share this burden.”

You took her hands in yours. She did not flinch, she simply stayed silent, not knowing how to answer such a show loyalty.

“ Moiraine, will you bond me as your warder?” The question escaped you like a breath held too long.

“We don’t know what happens when an Aes Sedai bonds with a woman, let alone one that can channel. And the risks are too…”

“The risks are high whatever we do. But if I am bonded to you, I’ll be able to sense where you are, feel you, protect you. I’ll be at your service, waiting on your command. ”

Moiraine’s expression darkened to something you had seen before, something that had sent shivers down your spine and rendered you speechless.

“You are conscious of what a bond such as this one implies.” She said, her gaze holding you hostage.

“Yes.” She took your hands and closed her eyes. You felt her power even before seeing the weaves forming around you. It was warm, without burning like previously. Her voice was soft, but full of intent. “ Y/N YL/N, Do you accept this bond.”

“ I do.” it was like this warmth that you could feel on your skin sunk in, wrapping around you in an embrace. The feeling pulled a gentle gasp from your lips. Suddenly, You felt your senses heightening. Your eyes went wide and unfocused. So much at once it felt like your were close to drowning, but there was a thread that caught you. A feeling you experienced but that did not belong to you. Your gaze met with Moiraine’s and you knew that it was her, that she felt it from you too.

Who moved first was a complete mystery to you, but it certainly wasn’t your primary concern. The only thing you could possibly focus on was the way she was grabbing the back of your neck fiercely and the duality of such soft, gentle lips crashing on yours with such aggressivity. She devoured you like a starved animal, and you could only answer with your own desperation.

You pressed your body against hers and the contact made you whimper. Her hands left your neck to grab your hips possessively and held you against her. Your heart was racing and your breathing was shallow. You were under her spell, your legs were so weak it felt like she was the sole reason you were still upright. You gasped as her lips left yours and her hand slid up your body to settle on your throat.

“You’re ours now.” She whispered, her warm breath On the shell of your ear. Your brain was too fogged up to realize the sense of her words. But what you did realize was the pull inside you, one that did not belong to the woman before you and that you somehow knew didn't belong to the warder.

Your eyes met hers, as if she too had felt the third presence. her hands left your body and you immediately felt the coldness of her absence “We need to get to Tar Valon.”

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The Pattern of an Age Chapter 2

Moiraine x reader (for now)

Part 1 - Part 2

Synopsis:

You were light, free, a force of nature, undeterred by the harshness of the world. A beautiful flower, with fierce thorns. A powerful woman that would help change the tides of this war. Someone Moraine could simply not overlook

Rating: mature (will change as the story goes)

WC: 3,8k

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries

Your gaze seemed to be drawn to the Aes Sedai. She was riding up front, alongside her warder, hair cascading down her back, swaying in the wind. That same breeze would sometimes carry her voice back to your ears and would send shivers down your spine. 

You were entranced. So much so that you never saw the low branches blocking the path. You yelped loudly when the branches hit your face. You moved frantically trying to shoo them away but ended up with a bunch of leaves in your mouth. You were coughing and spitting while your companions, having seen the trees but choosing not to warn you, laughed loudly.

Upfront, Moiraine had stopped her horse and turned around the second she had heard your distress. She was at your side now, a ghost of a smile hovering on her lips. 

You could feel yourself getting red but you didn’t know if it was because of your fit of coughing or embarrassment. 

« You should be more alert. These woods can be far more dangerous than those stray branches. » she said before returning to the front of their little caravan. 

« You know, there are other ways to get the lady’s attention. » Leffy said, still trying to hold back his laughter. 

You rolled your eyes at your friend and signalled your horse to pick up the pace. « I’ll go ahead to do a reconnaissance of the pass. » you said before setting off. 

«You spoke to her last night. » Lan said to the Aes sedai when you were out of earshot. 

Moiraine turned with a confused expression. « You followed me? »

« You masked the bond. » he stated knowingly. 

« It was simply a matter of privacy. »

« Of course. » they stayed silent for a moment. 

« What did she say? »

« She was confused, afraid. »

« As expected. »

Lan could feel the unease in Moiraine. He knew that the mission meant everything to her but he had a feeling that there was something more at play. 

« She’s special. »

« She will be a very powerful channeler and we need… »

«This is not what I mean,Moiraine. » but before she could answer, the distressed cry of your horse pierced the otherwise quiet forest. One look between the two and they were off towards you. 

Trollocs. Of course there would be Trollocs in this area, you thought as you were ejected from your horse and landed harshly on the ground. You quickly unsheathed your two swords and took a defensive stance. Your horse had run off in the direction of the rest of your group, leaving you alone with a dozen beasts. 

You took a deep breath and readied yourself for battle. Your movements were fluid, almost automatic. Fighting was second nature. It came as easily as breathing. It was like a dance, a deadly one, but one that you knew oh so well. But the sheer amount of enemies was simply too much, even for the most experienced swordsman. You were surrounded, winded by the efforts, but standing tall. A loud screeching interrupted the short moment of reprieve. A long, Katana looking sword had pierced the heart of one of the Trollocs, which fell to the ground, revealing the Aes Sedai’s companion. He quickly joined you in the middle of this deadly circle, his back to yours, and adopting a similar stance to yours. 

“Let’s see what you are made of, my lady.” He said. You could hear the smirk in his tone.

“ Let’s drop the formalities on the battlefield shall we?” You answered, charging the closest opponent. You found that your fighting styles were oddly in tune with one another. He seemed to anticipate each of your movements and you his own, akin to a rehearsed choreography. Together, you were a formidable force which quickly worked through the beasts, leaving their bodies bloodied and unmoving. 

The last of them had just fallen when your group reached you, Moiraine at the head with your horse by her side. Her features were etched with worry as she scanned her companion and you, looking for any signs of injuries.

“ The blood is not our own.” The man said as he walked towards the Aes Sedai and whispered something before taking the bridle of your horse.

“I just realized that I don’t know the name of the man who saved my life.” You said as he handed you the bridle to your horse.

“ Lan Mandragoran” He answered. “Where did you learn to fight like this?”

“My mentor, he was an old warrior from a distant land.” You said, your expression sobering. Talking about this man always made you feel uneasy. He had died fighting to save you and you still blamed yourself for it. 

“You have impressive technique, a bit sloppy still.” He said, mounting his horse.

“Excuse me?” you said loudly. “How many did you kill again?” You asked with a cocky smile. 

“Well you had a good start on me.” Moiraine watched from the side. She could feel the fondness in Lan’s heart, and it surely did not help her case. 

The whole ordeal had slowled them down drastically and when they reached the doors of the city, they had closed for the night. It became clear that they would have to camp outside. 

Your group settled at the edge of the wall, far enough to the doors that they would go unnoticed by the passerby. You offered to do the first round of watch while the rest of your group would catch a bit of shuteye. You stayed by the fire, a dagger twirling between your fingers. Your conversation with the Aes Sedai was heavy in your thoughts. And as if your thoughts had summoned the woman, she sat next to you. 

It was odd how comfortable you felt when she was near. Silence didn’t feel heavy, instead, it was like a strange calmness had settled within you.

« Tell me about this power. » You said after a moment.

Her gaze didn’t leave the dancing flames. « The One Power comes from the True Source, the driving force of creation, the force the Creator made to turn the Wheel of Time. Saidin, the male half of the True Source, and saidar, the female half, work against each other, and at the same time together to provide that force. Saidin is fouled by the touch of the Dark One, like water with a thin slick of rancid oil floating on top. The water is still pure, but it cannot be touched without touching the foulness. Only saidar is still safe to be used… » 

You watched as a weave of orange power left the fire to wrap itself around her hand, descending her arm and dancing around her form.

« The True Source cannot be used up, any more than the river can be used up by the wheel of the mill. The Source is the river; the Aes Sedai, the waterwheel. » 

Surely, you had heard bout the power the Aes Sedai wheeled, but now it made much more sense. Still, it was a lot to hear in one go. Moiraine’s gaze left the flames to settle on you. « You know, it is a strange thing that at your age, the Power has not yet consumed you. »

This statement pulled you out of your thoughts. « What does this mean? »

« Do you know what happens to untrained channellers, Y/N? » You stayed silent.

« We don’t exactly know how, but eventually, if they fail to cope with their abilities, they die under mysterious circonstances. » She said, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. « So, forgive me for wondering how you are still alive. »

« I do not know what to answer you. » You said.  « All my life I have been fighting. Surrounded by battle and sorrow. I’ve been close to death more times than I can count. »

 The more you thought about your life, what you went through, the injuries you withstood, the sickness you prevailed over, the more you thought that maybe, it was not sheer luck which had saved you again and again.

Moiraine seemed to understand your turmoil, watching the realization cross your features. « If I come with you, will you show me how to harvest this power? »

She took your hand in hers. The same warmth seeping in your skin. The weave of power travelled her arm and crossed your intertwined fingers to reach you. You closed your eyes, focusing on the weave, feeling its heat, letting it feed of your energy. What you cousin’t see, was how the weave got brighter, wilder, growing in strength and size. Moiraine’s eyes were wide, watching you tape into your power. Her hand squeezed yours, making sure that you stayed grounded. Your own eyes opened, meeting her mesmerizing blues. You had somehow moved closer to the woman. A few inches separating the two of you. 

«  I will show you everything I can. » She said. 

You nodded, unable to form a complete sentence. Your proximity rendering you powerless. You could have sworn you saw her eyes flash to your lips but the movement was so fleeting that you brushed it aside. 

Your trance was broken by a rustling in the woods near. You jumped up, sword unsheathed and ready. Your body shielding the woman from the intruder. You relaxed at the sight of the warder. Moiraine recognized the subtle smirk on his lips and rolled her eyes at the man. 

« Forgive me for interrupting. »

« It’s alright. » You said getting up. « I’ll go check on the horses. » You sent one last look her way before leaving the two alone.

Lan waited until you were far enough before taking your spot on the log. « Don’t even start. » Moiriane said, turning back towards the flames. 

« She will follow us won’t she. »

« Yes, we leave at dawn. »

« Will you bring her to the White Tower? »

That was the question that occupied Moiraine’s mind. The situation at the Tower was more tense with every passing day. Her eyes and ears in the capital had reported a shift in power, one which could threaten the balance The Amelyn Seat was working so hard to keep. The Red Ajah was growing in power and their voices echoed louder in the tower. The arrival of a new, powerful channeller, one pure of the tower’s influence, would cause quite the stir. You could be seen as a threat, a danger to the Aes Sedai. Or, they could take you, use you as a weapon in the name of the cause, but with no regards for you. If she revealed you to the Tower, she could not protect you.

 « Will you speak to Siuan? » Lan asked when he saw that no answer would come to his earlier question. 

« Eventually, » She said, still deep in her thoughts. « For now I will keep her hidden, until we know more. »

« Get some rest Lan, we have a long journey ahead. » She said before retreating to her sleeping area. 

Your farewells were more emotional than you would’ve liked. You were all reunited in front of the city doors. Your group was turning back around to head to Falme while your new companions and yourself would head towards the mountains. 

You should not have been surprised, these men were your family, leaving them without knowing if you would ever see them again would be undeniably hard. They knew that too, so they tried to make it brief, a real soldier’s goodbye as they called it. But every embrace and every word of encouragement felt like a dagger twisting in your gut. 

The last one standing was Leffy. He was looking at you with pride. This was the beginning of your own journey and he was proud of the woman you had become. Today, he would not show how much your departure was affecting him, no, because he wanted you to remember how proud he was of his little sister. 

You hugged him a little tighter than the rest, trying to hold back your tears. Right before letting go, he leaned in your ear. “We will see each other again. In the meantime, trust your instinct, and follow your heart.” He said, sending a look towards the Aes Sedai and back to you. 

You sent him a weird look but brushed it off. You watched the group of soldiers walk away, not one turning around for one last look. They had to stay strong, the wheel kept on spinning and another chapter had begun.

You knew that this journey would be drastically different from the one you had been on your whole life. Life on the road with a bunch of rowdy soldiers could not compare to what you were experiencing with the Aes Sedai and her warder. The silence was the most off putting thing for you. You were used to the constant chatter of your comrades. They had become a comforting buzz at the back of your mind, a reminder that you were never alone. In the first few days, you had come to the realization that those two didn’t exchange words often. The nature of their bond was still a mystery to you but you were fairly certain that they couldn’t actually speak through it. 

You and Lan rode side by side, behind Moiraine who led the way. You were like guards keeping an eye on their queen. In a way you supposed, he was her guard, and by extension, so were you. It was only on the third day that more than 3 words were exchanged between you and the warrior. He had caught you staring intensely at the back of her head, as if you stared hard enough, she would tell you all you wanted to know. 

“She will come around.” He simply said. His voice broke you from your trance-like state. 

“I just wish I knew more about what is at stake here.” You sighed.

“All in due time.” His response frustrated you.

“Is it a requirement for Aes Sedai and their warders to speak in obscure riddles and ominous phrases?”

For the first time in days, laughter echoed on the path. “You’re a fiery one. Good, but you have to control that attitude, it shows when you fight.”

You gasped indignantly. “ Ok sir, if your wisdom and knowledge is so superior, then why don’t you show me what you know.” You say, sarcasm dripping from your lips. But Lan either chose to ignore it or simply did not perceive it. 

From this day, as soon as Moiraine had selected a place for the night. Lan would pull you aside, sword in hand, and test your abilities. This was the sole reason why you were not growing mad. The Aes Sedai had not spoken to you more than three times ever since your departure from the city. She was always whispering to the warder or writing letters to god knows who. She had not honores her promise, and there was nothing you hated more than someone who did not hold true to their word. 

Unbeknownst to you, Moiraine's incessant letters and her prolonged silence was all in your best interest. The time had come where she would have to report back to the tower, to the Amelyn seat, but she knew the kind of reaction your arrival would stir in the hall. She truly was at a crossroads as to what to do. It was unlike her to care so much about a woman she had just met. She usually did not hesitate, willing to do anything in the name of her task. She knew that having another powerful channeler at the tower would be a great aid, but she knew the cost you would have to pay. 

She would be lying if she said her unwillingness to teach you wasn’t directly linked. The less you knew, the easier it would be to hide your true nature, but she was not blind to your growing impatience. She wasn’t surprised when you stormed her way one night after your training session with Lan. The warder had left to hunt, giving you the perfect opportunity for a long overdue conversation with the older woman.  

“This is not what we had settled on when I said I would come with you.” You said with determination in your voice, but you were met with silence. Her eyes had not left the fire. You had yet to learn the dichotomy of Moiraine, but even you could tell that something was troubling the Aes Sedai. Unfortunately for the older woman, your anger had had time to simmer and reach a level where your concern for the Blue was far less than your need for action. 

“Moiraine.” You said louder. But still silence prevailed. The longer she ignored you, the more you could feel your grip slipping. You didn’t lose control of your emotions often. But at this instant, with your future so uncertain, you simply lost it.

“Answer me!” Your voice boomed in the woods, and a wave of energy followed, like the deadly echoes of your plea. 

The older woman's movements were fast and precise. She conjured a shield for herself and sent a weave your way. You couldn’t dodge, and the weave hit you right in the chest. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you, leaving a hole in you. You couldn’t quite explain it, this emptiness. It was almost painful, like something vital had been ripped out. You fell to your knees in front of her, your breath ragged and eyes pleading. The sight stirred something deep in the Aes Sedai who stood before you. Her hand made contact with your chin, tilting it so you were looking up at her. 

“You will not get what you’re seeking if you behave like this.”She said, her voice carrying the same iciness as her blue eyes. You slumbed at her feet, giving up the fight against this restricting force. A moment passed, charged with electricity. She released the shield, allowing you to finally breathe in the power you were so unfamiliar with. She sat back down before you.

“Sit down.” You got up from your knees and sat next to her. “Tell me, how does it feel? Describe it to me?”

It was hard to put words to the feeling. It didn’t compare to anything you had ever experienced. It felt right, euphoric like the most exhilarating feeling, the sweetest release. Your body still tingled from your small display. You locked eyes with her, and understood that you did not need to answer, she knew the feeling very well herself. “This power, it flows within us, if you close your eyes and will yourself to surrender to it, you will see the true extent of this force.”

You did just that. You weren’t one to stay calm. Meditation has never been your strong suit. But with her beside you, you allowed your senses to be at ease and focus on what is within. You could feel it, shining within you, like a burning sun. It was calling to you, beckoning you closer. It’s light felt so right, but something in your mind kept you at bay. Just like the sun, its heat could mend, but also burn. Around you, the wind had picked up and the fire had grown in intensity. The closer you let yourself come, the stronger the elements around you were.

Moiraine was still by your side, watching, monitoring, making sure you didn’t lose yourself to the power. She knew you were a powerful one. But she was still shocked as to the extent of power you could reach. The ground shook under your feet. You were close now, closer than you should be. Gone was the outside world, the only thing remaining was the pull of this power. 

Moiraine called your name once. But you were too far now. She called you again, more urgently this time. The rumbling of the earth intensified, and with it, Moiraine’s panic. In an attempt at pulling you out, she grabbed your thigh and shook, your name escaping her lips in an almost desperate cry. 

But the pull was too strong. You were drowning, slowly sinking further in this addictive murkiness. But through it all, you felt it, a warmth, something which brought clarity back to your mind and shattered the pull. 

When your eyes opened, she was right beside you. Her hand was on your cheek, her face real close to yours. Your body was still vibrating with euphoria and her eyes were so beautiful. You leaned in, and she didn’t push you back. There was barely an inch separating your lips. 

Her eyes closed, a shaky breath escaping her. Slowly, as if she was scared to end this moment, she pulled back, her hand slipping from your face. You couldn’t move just yet, trapped in the moment, body oh so heavy from the exertion. 

“I… There is a  message I need to deliver.” She said before retreating. 

The next few days were a lot brighter. You kept training with the warder. Learning the art of the sword through the eyes of a lone warrior. Lan was the perfect opponent. You didn’t have to hold back, he parried your every move and challenged you, pushing you to use your knowledge and technique instead of brute strength. 

At night, Moiraine would pull you aside, showing you weaves and help you get in touch with your power. You kept the moment you shared between yourself, never bringing it up, but the air between the two of you was still electric. The way she looked at you, cold, powerful and with this element of curiosity, like she wanted to pick you apart. 

And you, you only wanted one thing, and it was to please her. You wanted her to be proud. You wanted to see that smile that she so rarely let free. You gravitated towards her and she, unbeknownst to you, found it harder and harder to fight the pull. 

Moiraine knew that she could not keep you a secret indefinitely. You were bound to be discovered. But she would do anything to push this moment back as far as she could. This task proved to be harder than expected when Moiraine heard of a group of Aes Sedai in the area. 

She had hoped their paths would not cross, but the wheel weaves as it will and at the end of a stormy afternoon, they were stopped by familiar faces. Red and Green flanked the pathway and one woman stood tall in the middle of the road. 

Moiraine’s expression told you she knew exactly who this severe looking woman was. Her red tunic was muddy and an unsettling smile was stretched across her face. 

“Moiraine Sedai, where have you been?”

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lanfear is not only satan’s favorite princess, but also his prettiest

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Lanfear really said people think I’m insane? Look at how gay moiraine is - that’s insane!

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Lanfear’s line to Moiraine in the desert about the woman who betrayed her is so funny to me because that means Lanfear stood there and watched Siuan force Moiraine to close the Waygate in Cairhien before she burst in. She’s burning down a city to get to Rand and then she stops to watch Moiraine fight with her wife. She’s so messy I’m obsessed.

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The Pattern of an Age Chapter 1

Moiraine x reader (for now)

Synopsis:

You were light, free, a force of nature, undeterred by the harshness of the world. A beautiful flower, with fierce thorns. A powerful woman that would help change the tides of this war. Someone Moraine could simply not overlook

Rating: mature (will change as the story goes)

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries

She saw you in a small village near Falme. A bright young woman, too old to be the Dragon but too fierce to overlook. The Aes Sedai could feel the One Power was strong with her, but it wasn’t the thing that made you deadly no. You were brought into this world by a mother too weak to claim this role and a father who lost his life during the war. His comrades in arms, upon learning your fate, had taken you under their wing when you were only a girl. They had given you a home, a family, a purpose. They had trained you, showed you the art of battle and ingrained into you the integrity, selflessness and honor of a true warrior. 

She felt it the moment she saw you, this pull that left her stunned. She cursed the bond she had with Lan the moment she met his curious gaze. Of course he had felt it too, but unlike Moiraine, he knew the true origin of her feeling. At night, in the comfort of their inn, he had tried to pry, but he was met with a wall. Moiraine had a task, a mission that she would put above everything else, especially herself. 

That night, she had inquired about the reason for a group of soldiers this far from the capital, and had learned of the presence of Whitecloacks in the area. They had been terrorizing the village and a group of passing soldiers had stayed in order to protect the villagers. She would learn later that the decision was your own and due to your stubbornness, everyone had stayed to help you.

It was known that throughout the land, some were not as enthusiastic about having Aes sedais travel their roads and walk around their villages. The threat of the Dark One wasn’t the only one looming over their heads. Some villagers, driven by the fear of the Whitecloaks, had given away her location in exchange for their family members held hostage for questioning. 

The attack was swift. They had invaded the village at night, breaking into houses and burning everything in their wake. Your group had separated into two. Two of you were helping in the evacuation of the village while the rest were fighting off the Whitecloaks. You were ushering a small family out of a burning house when you felt a surge of power. Something raw and powerful coming from the plaza. 

In the middle of the raging battle you saw her. This woman dressed in blue, moving in an hypnotizing way, with the elements following at her fingertips. Soldiers were flying around, and the ones who got too close were dealt with by a man who danced the sword like you had never seen before. They seemed to move in perfect harmony, anticipating every movement they each made and completing each other in a way that seemed all too natural. 

But none had seen the man that had only just entered the square, spear in hand. He had stayed far enough to gage the battle and readied his spear. You do not know how you had crossed the distance so quickly, but you knew that your actions were driven by a need to protect her at all cost, even if it meant your life. 

The pain was all-encompassing. An intense flash that travelled through you, siphoning every ounce of strength you had. The spear had hit your abdomen and you were left standing in the square, believing that these would certainly be your last few breaths. 

She did not know how she missed his presence.  She had turned at the last second, just in time to see the spear hit you. The man, too much of a coward to join the fight, had scrambled away as soon as the weapon was launched. Before hitting the ground, you had turned your head just enough in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the woman you had just saved. Upon meeting her gaze, you felt something click. She was beautiful, truly mesmerizing, and you were glad that she would be your last vision before the dark. 

Moiraine did not let your fall down. She caught your unconscious form before you hit the ground and lowered you down gently. She could feel her anger grow, a feeling she didn’t normally allow much space in her mind, but somehow, with you in her arms, she could not control the flux of emotions. It was a matter of seconds before she had freed the square from any remaining White Cloak in a fury of lightning. 

The rest of your group had gathered in the square in the meantime, and a grim atmosphere had settled over the space at the sight of your limp form. The Aes Sedai had gone to her knees at your side, her eyes were glossy but she did not know why. She didn’t know you and yet, she couldn't help the way your fate was affecting her. You stirred faintly, your eyes opening slowly. Your eyelids were so heavy, and yet you refused to be taken away from this world before learning the name of this mysterious woman. 

“Will you allow me the grace of telling me your name?” Your voice was weak and Moiraine had to lean close to decipher your words. 

“Hang on darling, I will tell you once this is all over.” She said, one hand on the spear, ready to pull it out. You felt the initial movement, but unconsciousness claimed you before the blinding pain could. 

You could hear voices.  They sounded far away, muffled by the blur encompassing your mind. It took a moment for you to register the fact that you were indeed alive. That you had survived this wound which you were sure would be the cause of your downfall. 

You opened your eyes and were met with the starry night sky. You could feel the heat of a burning fire nearby and the smell of something roasting. The voices cleared up and you recognized your companion, Leffy. He was like an older brother, annoying but oh so protective of you. It was the second voice that you didn’t recognize. It belonged to a woman, her tone was soft and deep, there was something almost regal to the way she uttered every word. You were so caught up with her voice that you failed to notice her words. 

« The healing went well, it is normal that she has not yet awakened, her injury was significant. »

« Can she travel? »

« She will be weak, but she should be able to, yes. » There was some reluctance in her voice, as if she was about to refuse, but refrained from doing so. 

Your friend seemed to notice this too. « What is it? »

« Does she know? » her voice lowered « Is she aware that she can touch the Source. »

« I do not think so, it has only happened once, we were fighting a group of trollocs on the road and I had been hurt quite badly. »

You barely remembered that day. They had come out of nowhere. Your group was travelling with merchants, escorting them to the next city when they attacked. You had tried to protect them but you were outnumbered and weak for your travels. You were fighting one of the beasts when you heard Leffy yell behind you. One look at his bloodied figure and you had lost it. The next thing you knew, you were waking up in his arms, in the middle of the road, surrounded by trollocs corpses. 

Leffy, who had been on the brink of death mere seconds before, was cradling you in his arms with a baffled expression. No one had mentioned this day again, prefering to shove those memories far away in their minds. 

« She needs to understand this power. » her tone was solemn. « It could consume her »

Your friend stayed silent. Deep down he knew the Aes Sedai was right. But he still couldn’t fully trust this strange woman and her quiet companion. 

« I knew this day would come, she was always destined for more than this life. But in the end, it will be her choice. »

This was all too much for you. You could feel your body shutting down, weakened by the healing process. 

The slow rhythmic movement of a horse walking stirred you awake. Strong arms kept you sitting upright on the horse and you soon recognized the person sitting behind you. “ You gave us quite the scare.” 

“ I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me really. “ You said, still confused about everything that happened. You straightened yourself,  not needing as much support from your friend. You looked up and just up ahead, you saw the silhouette of the woman in blue, riding beside a man harboring a long sword. “ Who are they?”

“An Aes Sedai and her warder.” He said with a gruff voice. Something was clearly bothering him. “ We don’t know much else but their names.”

“Pretty far from the White Tower, aren’t they.” 

“Indeed, and they refuse to say the reason for their presence here.” Leffy said. He was a gentle man, but earning his trust was a hard thing to achieve. His instincts had kept their little band alive for thirty years, so the fact that the man felt uneasy with their new company said a lot. “ They’re travelling with us to the next city and then we’ll part ways there.” 

You knew, from what you had heard, that this was not the end of it but didn’t push, preferring to dig a little on your own. The group stopped for the night at an inn close to a little river. It was peaceful. Everyone was inside drinking and eating but you needed to be alone for a moment. There was a little path that led to the side of the river. It was dark, but your eyes were used to it. You felt her before seeing her, the energy around her was crackling. She was facing the water, her hands seemed to move and light was dancing around her fingers. You stopped in your tracks, far enough to believe she had not noticed you yet. Her blue dress seemed almost black in  the dark, and her hair was cascading down her back, swaying with the breeze. You watched her for a moment, simply trying to commemorate each detail to memory.

“ I never got the chance to thank you for what you did.” her voice startled you. She had known of your presence for a while now, waiting to see what you would do, but got impatient herself. “ Come, sit.”

Your legs moved before you realised. You took a seat next to her on the fallen three and looked ahead. You weren’t shy, but somehow, the perspective of locking gaze with this mysterious, powerful woman was petrifying. Your eyes shifted to her hands. A weave of shimmering light was dancing in her palm, its movements hypnotizing you almost. “Few can see the weaves, only those who have touched The One Power can.” 

“Is this why you want me to leave with you?” She froze, the weave going still in her hands. She didn't answer, simply looking ahead at the running water. 

“Close your eyes.” It did not sound like a simple request. You listened, finding it quite odd how you trusted this woman you barely knew. « Tell me what you feel. »

You paused, willing your body to relax, and be in tune with the nature around you. « I can feel the breeze on my skin, it’s fresh and smells like leaves and wet earth. » 

She hummed next to you. « What else. »

« The sound of the water, it’s almost like… » you took a deep breath, concentrating on the water.  « Like it’s whispering to me. »

The more you listened, the more you could hear distinct sounds. A horse galloping, man shouting, swords colliding. The noise was getting louder and louder, to the point where you were completely engulfed in this vision. Your breathing was getting ragged and your heartbeat thumping in your chest. 

You felt something graze your hand and violently flinched away, your eyes snapping open and meeting concerned blue ones. 

« I don’t… »

« You have to… » you cut her off, anxiety and sometimes akin to anger sparking within you. 

« I, don't have to do anything. » you said standing up. « I don’t know anything about you! Not even your name. »

Your outburst didn’t faze her, she simply waited a moment for you to calm down. Seeing as your attitude would not help you get answers, you sat back down. 

“Moiraine, My name is Moiraine.” she said after a moment. “ I understand. How fast all this is unfurling. But Y\N you need to understand that a war is brewing, and no one will be safe.”

Her statement shook you to the core. One moment you were protecting a small village from Whitecloaks, and the next you were sitting with an Aes Sedai after escaping the grasp of death and coming to terms with the fact that your fate might very well be intertwined with this woman with piercing blue eyes. 

“I.. I need to think.” This was all you could answer for now. You could see in Moiraine's face that she wanted to say more, maybe try to convince you further, but she stayed silent. Instead, her hand reached between you two and laid gingerly on top of yours. The first touch sent a spark through you that almost made you flinch away, but then, you felt the warmth of her skin on yours, pulling you in and grounding you somehow. This strange feeling made you look up to meet her intense gaze. If you could’ve seen your expression, you would have found your puzzled expression quite comical.

 The same feeling was present in her eyes but she scolded the expression off of her features. Moiraine could not let herself get distracted by something as frivolous as attraction. The moment was short lived, as she stood up abruptly and turned towards the Inn. “I can show you, but you will have to make a decision soon enough. We will part in the next city, whether you follow or not.” 

She left you alone by the water, alone with the weight of this decision and the last whispers of the river. 

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i am WEAK TO MY KNEES OH MY GOD i want a woman to look at me the way moiraine?? looks?? at siuan?? i really truly can't rn

i want to tattoo this picture ESPECIALLY THE FIRST ONE in my brain. it wouldn't be wise for me to set it as my wallpaper, but i still look at it multiple times a day and get lost into the smallest detail of it.

and then to think about what she says right afterwards?? "on your knees"??? c'mon ahhhhhhh

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After delaying for days watching the s3 finale I finally did and all I can say is

MOIRAINE DAMODRED SEDAI IS STILL FUCKING ALIVE!!!!!!!!!