#emberleigh

Nestled in the center of Siryn’s slums lies Fleetfoot Docking company, a place where desires turn real-for a price. Three individuals turn to the owner, looking for boons that could change their life.

Rifa- A heartless mercenary killing every necromancer in her path

Marnie- A shy young girl wanting nothing more than to be reunited with her family

Emberliegh- An optimistic woman desperate for answers over the destruction of her village

I originally made the post for the married ladies of the cast’s wedding dresses little over a year ago, and at the time I did not include the characters that are currently just engaged, Princess Meredith Alagona and Lady Emberleigh Brand. But, after thinking about it some more I thought it could not hurt to make a post for them, since they are brides-to-be and both have their respective weddings sometime soon within the story’s timeline. So, I hope you enjoy these~ :3

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- Meredith

- Emberleigh

Gavran did not quite know what he was doing presently. Ivan busied himself with setting up their tents, focusing more on winking at him than the work itself. Gavran found himself attempting to avoid eye contact and wishing they would go back to the times when the qakuchal couldn’t even stand to look at him. Instead he watched Ivan’s extra arms grab at any loose foliage in an even poorer attempt at foraging. He caught Gavran’s eyes again and decidedly put all of his handiwork down and stroll over to where he was sitting on a fallen log.

“You’re staring again Gav,” Ivan teased, one of his limbs lightly punching him in the shoulder,” Any longer and I might begin to think you’ve grown fond of me.”

Gavran did not respond, but scooted over so that Ivan could sit. The two enjoyed a rare moment of silence. It was peaceful, the clearing they chose for camp provided an excellent view of the stars. Gavran noticed a small red fox gauging if the food in their packs was worth the danger before running off, the bushes rustling under its foot. He stared longingly at its absent space. 

“You alright lastachka? Emberleigh should be back from hunting any moment now,” Ivan inquired, looking at him with a familiar concern. Gavran flinched at the nickname, his perfect posture straightening, but did not turn towards him. Why did he have to be stuck with the more observant of his traveling companions? The silence turned awkward and he suddenly wished that he was back in that insufferable piece of jewelry, at least then he could be alone with his thoughts.

“I do not take kindly to being slighted Gavran,” she crooned, her voice a familiar suffocating velvet, “I did promise that I would not be so kind should you misbehave.” He didn’t feel his pulse jump, his breath become ragged. His wings opened, shoving Ivan off of the stump unintentionally--not that he heard. 

“You were always so weak dear~”

“Get out of my head,” he muttered. He could see the fox again, staring at him with piercing blue eyes. It gingerly strode towards him its tail trailing behind it like blood. It sat and licked his paw, never breaking eye contact.  

Mocking him.

“Gavran what’s gotten into you!?” Ivan yelled as he got to his feet. But he could not hear him. All he could focus on was the fox. One of Ivan’s limbs brushed up and down his arm, the fur wiry, soft, and slightly ticklish. However, Gavran was to agitated for the action to have any success in calming him down. He looked around the camp and spotted a dagger propped on Emberleigh’s pack that she had not taken with her. He shakily stepped towards it, the fox trotting underfoot. 

“You won’t do it,” She crooned. Gods he hated that voice. 

He picked up the dagger. It was crude, and only really viable for skinning dead animals, but it would do. He could see her now. Silky brown hair reaching down to her shoulderblades, blue eyes with the intensity of lightning, soft tanned skin that used to bring him so much comfort. She used to be the only person who mattered to him

Now he knew she was a roach. 

He walked up to her, slowly. She didn’t even flinch.

Her drove the dagger into her heart, the force bringing him to his knees. She writhed and struggled underneath him, but his grip pinned her into place. He withdrew the blade and reentered it over and over again until he was confident that she was dead. Then he got off of her and admired his work. Her face was calm, eyes closed and a slight smirk on her lips. He thumbed a bead of blood off of her cheek. She almost looked like an angel.

Until she vanished.

“Uh Gav? Are you alright?” A feminine voice asked. He turned to find Emberligh had returned from her hunting trip, a large doe swung over her shoulder. He looked down at the corpse beneath him and noticed it was just a brown fox. 

She was never here. Of course she wasn’t, if she was he never would have gotten close to her. 

“Is he alright?” Emberleigh pulled Ivan to the side concerned. Her attempted whisper gave Gavran some solace, he knew she wouldn’t push the issue further.

“I do not know my Ember,”

They butchered and ate the deer in silence, both of his companions failing to not appear concerned on his behalf. The way they regarded him made Gavran reminded him of her back when they were younger. Before the wars and politics. Emberligh rested her head in the crook of Ivan’s neck contentedly and the Qakuchal wrapped arms around her waist. Gavran returned to his tent early, not wanting to intrude. He leaned against the canvas and pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh.

The Polycule!!!

Emberliegh:

Giggling and kicking her feet I fear. Both pre and during relationship

Her love language is mainly acts of service, so her partners often get pampered often to the point of her ignoring her own needs

She is pretty much a sentient ball of sunshine so she is always bouncing ahead of the group or dragging one of them behind her.

FURNACE! Girlie runs so hot that she’s repelled during the summer until she gives them puppy dog eyes, and then does not let go once they relent.

Doesn’t really get jealous, but will fight for their honor in an arm wrestling contest Gavran:

Doesn’t believe he deserves his partners. He was a pretty bad person before knowing them(and even at the start of knowing them) and given his family history, he knows he has a lot to make up for

He prefers quality time since he knows he will most likely out live them.

He tends to use very formal language as a defense mechanism when he’s flirted with

Does. Not. Know. How. To. Deal. With. Affection.

Tends to trail behind unless Emberleigh drags him along. Kinda of like if a wet cloud met a Victorian man.

Runs freezing, but doesn’t know how to initiate physical affection and the jury is still out on his opinion on his partners’ tendency towards bear hugs.

Quite jealousy, but doesn’t act on it since it got him into trouble in the past.

Ivan:

He’s finally found his people (only one of them is human lol). He used to bounce around from person to person, but now he understands what the stories were about.

Used to be weary of Gav, but he trusts Emberleigh’s judge of character. Now he adores his little wet towel of a partner.

Lovessss to fluster them since neither of them quite know how to take it. Before they got together it was just his usual routine, but now it’s become his way of showing affection.

His family loves to tease him about it :)

Normal temperature so he tends to stay in the middle of the other two.