#edaigoa

patreon doodle requests (2019)

this is gonna be gay af i hope you’re ready

I sat here for a bit thinking about what I was gonna say because you’re so important to me, I wasn’t sure I could accurately put it into words and it sound genuine lmao. So there you go, you mean a lot to me. Like, a lot a lot.

Your kindness and gentleness will forever astound me. I know you get frustrated too, but your ability to metaphorically just hold my hand until I calm down is something special. You have the patience of a saint, and I also know that sometimes you feel like you wish you could stand up for yourself more, but you can and you do when it matters and I hope you know that I will always have your back.

Your loyalty and trustworthiness is second to none. I know that I can tell you absolutely anything and it’s safe with you. I know that I can tell you my worst fears and my insecurities and that you’ll listen, without judgement, and also tell me when I’m being an idiot when I need it. The warmth and affection you have shown me in my darkest times has helped me beyond what I can describe.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like?

Cunning, anger, and revenge. Eleeria is a smart person -- though sometimes she pretends otherwise, often it’s deliberate in an attempt to get people to look the other way. Much of what she says is calculated to garner some specific response; often she knows exactly what she wants from a person and plays them appropriately. (She does this a lot especially to people who are too nice -- this is how she garnered enough sympathy and well-wishing to convince Vynarah @lil-lightbinder​ to participate in what was, essentially, a real estate/title scheme back in March). Intelligent and good at manipulating people, she’s always been good at getting what she wants in one way or another, and especially in getting people to tell her information.

But ever since she lost her hand (and her career, for the most part), Eleeria has allowed her intelligence to be overshadowed by anger and regret. She acts impulsively on her emotions, or at least the negative ones, leading to a lot of situations where she gets herself in trouble because she’s absolutely furious. While she’s gotten better at not lashing out physically, emotionally she still feels angry when people get something she feels she is more deserving of and often disagrees with what other people do or say. Basically she’s a huge negative nancy under all those sharp smiles because she feels like her life fucked her over to some degree (though she’s getting better...slowly). Which plays into revenge -- the woman has some intense, long-term plans for killing or exacting punishment on all of the people who have slighted her over the years. From the woman who led to her hand getting cut off to her own father, she has plans for everyone. They motivate her -- get her up in the morning. She can’t die until she sees them through.

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

Eleeria is not particularly religious. I would consider her more...Agnostic? Than perhaps truly atheistic. She acknowledges that entities such as Elune and the Light exist, but are they gods? She’s not sure.

The only thing she reveres on the scale of a deity is death. It is the only true constant in her life, and she has always felt as if death dogs her steps in a way that makes it at least somewhat worthy of respect.

“Avie-- Avie, did I miss a memo or something?” Kalyanar wandered into breakfast bleary eyed and late as usual, rubbing at his face in the hopes of chasing away his morning grogginess. Avie was already up, sat in the private dining quarters of Alqamar and nursing a very tiny, very new baby at her breast.

“No, dalah’surfal, why do you ask?”

“The smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere. The whole place smells like a bakery.”

Avie chuckled softly as her husband came to join her at the table, cheeks warming with affection as he pressed a kiss to her crown. Whilst he got seated she took a moment to fuss over her nursing child and the pair of them shared a love-struck look in silence. Their baby. She was perfect.

“We’re sending gifts of baked goods down to the city to celebrate a healthy baby.”“What?”“The smell. That’s why.”

Kalyanar made a face of understanding and quiet ‘aaaah’ under his breath, tearing his gaze from his daughter with no small amount of reluctance as he reached for the teapot.

“Well, it’s certainly a delightful way to wake up.”