#eriana

Sum artfight arts~

1 - @omuriceus, https://artfight.net/~Omurice

2 - https://artfight.net/~Marimo

3 - @wolf-wrathknight, https://artfight.net/~Wolfwrathknight

This was the very last song that played in my last D&D campaign I ran. It played out as the sun rose over the lands of Barovia once more.

I find myself listening to it a lot lately.

“All things that on any other night would have annoyed me. But that night—because it was you—I knew then and there that I never wanted to be without you.”

Cerulean Grace Eriana

A redheaded highlander sat on the balcony of her Limsa apartments, looking out across the ocean. Recent days had brought to light several things about her relationships, about her life in general, and about the path she thought she needed to take. Eriana sipped a strong whiskey as she watched ships sailing in and out of the harbor.

She loved Baldur, had since they were both captives in the Garlean palace.  Leander she hadn’t known until very recently, and she did care for him too. Just not the same way, or as fiercely as she did the golden Hrothgar. It was closer to a brother/sister relationship. Or .. was it a sister/sister relationship?

There was the center of it, the crux, the reason she’d slipped away from the house they shared. She wasn’t sure how to respond to Leander. He was biologically male, though was considerably smaller than every other Hrothgar she’d ever met. Emotionally, though, it was clear he bent female. He preferred female clothing, he acted very feminine. Baldur had taken to referring to him as their “lioness”, and had for some time called him pretty, and lovely, and other such words reserved for young women.

He hadn’t even ever really called her either of those things. Gorgeous, sure. Stunning, absolutely. But never pretty. And Eriana supposed she wasn’t, really. Life had been too hard for her to really consider herself that. She had scars. She had wrinkles already, at only 36 summers. There was a hint of grey already staring in her vibrant scarlet mane. She wasn’t really pretty - even if she had been, in her younger years. That’s why she’d been a captive, after all.

So how was she to interact with Leander now? What did she call him? Was he still a him? He certainly had the parts - but even then, he was passive with her until driven well past the point of thought. And even then, he didn’t seem to want her. Not like Baldur wanted her. Not like he wanted Baldur. The redhead certainly didn’t want him to feel used, didn’t want to use him in that way at all. But gods did it feel good.