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Lilith Answers the Knock on her Cabin Door

Spoilers for Verse 2 Ballad of the Nightmare Krew. The kiss scene in the library is iconic and I kept wondering how this confession would have happened if Lilith had been there to answer to the knock on her cabin door when Ember came back to the Nightmare Krew. This is my alternate timeline version of events while still trying to stay true to what the characters said/felt.

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A Sleepless Night for Ember

Spoilers for verse 2 of Ballad of the Nightmare Krew.

Perhaps he’d imagined it. Perhaps, all along, he had been deluding himself into believing it wasn't a solitary sentiment. Perhaps it really was as simple as friendship. Perhaps.

But it felt too real to Ember. Too raw in a deliciously painful way. Perhaps the sole ache he would willingly endure was this one – the yearning. For almost a year now, he had lived with that ache. Ever since she walked through those warehouse doors. From the instant her amber gaze locked with his, it had started.

And now, after leaving her. Leaving them all. He was back and she was distant. Too distant from him. It seems his time away had strengthened her bonds with the others. One of the many consequences to his cowardice. Oh, what he wouldn't sacrifice to reclaim those lost months. To get her back. Fully. The Lilith he glimpsed in fleeting moments, when she let down her guard with a smile at one of his jokes. The Lilith she showed him when their day was coming to a close and for a moment, the weight of all they were doing was forgotten and it was them. Sitting together with that exquisitely painful longing humming between them.

He had glimpsed her after he parted ways with them. Strolling through Reva with Ryujin. She looked determined. Fierce. Beautiful. His heart had seized in his chest at the sight of her and those he’d once called friends. Almost against his will, he’d moved closer to her. Too close. Even in disguise, she’d recognized the scent of his magic. She’d halted in her tracks, grabbing Ryujin by the shirt and whispering Ember’s name. Ryujin had whirled, searching frantically for his lost friend. But Ember had already slunk away.

That moment lingered in his thoughts for days. He no longer required slumber, yet he found himself imbibing concoctions to evade the yearning. Sleep was his sole respite. And in sleeping, he dreamed of her. Dreamed that he had not departed. That Leonidas had not met his demise. That everything was as it should be, and when the dust settled, she stood before him. She was there, uttering the words he had longed to hear. But always, dawn broke, and the potion wore off before he could articulate what he’d been whispering to himself for what felt like eternity.

He loved her. Had been loving her. He scarcely recalled a time when he didn't love her. It was as though the moment they crossed paths, his world aligned, and she became the focal point. His gravitational force.

If only he knew how she felt. He thought he had. She kept things so close to the vest, yet he prided himself on his ability to decipher people, and he could have sworn, during those final days on the isle of Sissonius, that they shared a mutual understanding. That they were building something small together that they would soon have to address.

Now, uncertainty gnawed at him. He had wounded her deeply. That much was painfully evident.

His first night back with the Nightmare Krew, after the dressing down she’d given him for leaving, he’d gone to her quarters to talk privately. To apologize as many times as he needed to so she would forgive him. While he never wanted to see her cry, and certainly not be the cause of her distress, her tears had given him hope.

“I am so angry at you and so happy to see you at the same time.” She’d said.

There had to still be a chance. Thus, he padded softly down the corridor to her cabin aboard this peculiar living vessel they now called home. Mindful not to disturb the others, he had gently rapped on her door. To his dismay, there came no response. Knocking once more yielded the same silence. The subsequent morning, Kallias had relayed to him that Lilith had opted to sleep beneath the stars on the deck alongside them. Envy surged through him, despite knowing that there was no romantic involvement between the two elves. Still, he couldn't shake the jealousy sparked by their closeness.

Once this was all over. Once Raya One and her cabal had been slain, he would tell her everything. He would lay bare his soul, divulging every secret, every truth. And whether she felt the same or not, he would leave again. It was inevitable. He needed to seek out more power, to extend his lifespan. She only heightened that urgency. His existence was a mere flicker compared to hers. If she did feel the same, it would be but for a season. Unless he found a way to live longer. So he would leave after all of this and pray to all the gods that she would welcome him back.

Tired of his languishing, Ember rose from his bed, limbs stiff with fatigue. He donned a robe, the fabric whispering softly as he moved, and stole quietly above deck, where the world still slumbered under the cloak of pre-dawn. Sleep should have claimed him, yet what solace lay in rest when his mind churned ceaselessly? He would endure the consequences of exhaustion if it meant a blissful distraction from his own mind.

Kallias lay beneath the sheltering embrace of the great tree on the living vessel, gentle snores punctuating the tranquil atmosphere. In slumber, they appeared almost childlike, devoid of the formidable mage they had become in the months since departing their cult and the isle of their birth.

Ember climbed up to the captain’s wheel, though it served more as an ornamental relic on the living ship. He placed his hands on it, remembering not too long ago when they were on a different ship and he was the captain. When for a brief, beautiful moment, he felt happiness like he had never felt before. He let himself live in that memory until it ebbed away.

He turned to go back under to the kitchens for some coffee when he heard her. The delicate strains of her violin from up in the crow’s nest. Ember froze, not wanting to alert her to his presence and intrude on her solitude. She played only when she sought solace, when emotions threatened to overwhelm her, weaving her feelings into a tapestry of melodies and crescendos. She had confided this to him once, explaining why her music was reserved for her alone, not for the ears of others.

He pondered how often she sought refuge in her music during his absence. Did she ever play in longing for his return? What would such melodies sound like?

Respecting her sanctuary, he retreated with silent steps to the entrance below deck, but not before catching the first notes of a melody that echoed the exquisite yearning that had bound him to her since their first meeting.

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Leopold Lost

Spoilers for Verse 3 of the Ballad of the Nightmare Krew.

I just watched the episode where they pull cards from the Deck of Many Things and oh BOY!! I had to write something about the aftermath from Ryujins pov. Hope you like it. I do.

Ryujin burst into the kitchen of the Lucid Dream, his eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Leopold was gone. Just like that, he had vanished, leaving Ryujin with a gaping void in his heart and a sense of helplessness that gnawed at his very soul. There was no spell in his arsenal that could locate his beloved. Leopold was simply gone and only coming back if they could find a powerful enough mage or make some sordid deal.

The kitchen, untouched since Rittenhask's last tidying, lay before him. The spices, neatly arranged on their shelves, mocked Ryujin with their orderliness.. A note had been left on the butcher block. "Garlic? Perhaps a touch of rosemary will do." Clearly his most recent attempt to win over Lilith and her disdain for under seasoned cooking.

Ryujin placed his hand on top of the paper, as if he could eke out whatever essence of his lover still existed in the words he wrote and bring him back from the void. Yet, it offered no comfort, only a stark reminder of Leopold's absence. No magic stirred. It was merely paper and ink. Nothing more.

Hitching back a sob, Ryujin sank onto the bench, his elbows resting heavily on his knees, hands cradling his face.They’d fucked up bad this time. When would they learn to stop courting disaster with their reckless actions?

Silent, hot tears flowed freely and Ryujin shook with anger, frustration and above all fear.

Fear for Leopold.

Where had he gone? Was he suffering, lost in some distant realm beyond Ryujin's reach?

The creak of the kitchen door interrupted his thoughts.

Without lifting his gaze, Ryujin's voice quivered as he uttered, "The kitchen's closed," hoping to dismiss whoever had stolen down to the galley for a midnight snack. Who could have an appetite after what had happened?

There was silence, but Ryujin felt the presence of whoever was still in the doorway. He peaked up from his hands, wiping away the tears as best he could.

There stood Lilith. Her hand pressed against the door, her slender form leaning wearily against the frame. Strands of hair cascaded across her face, veiling her expression in shadow.

With a soft murmur, Lilith spoke, her voice carrying a weary undertone, “Got room for me?” She chucked her chin at the bench where Ryujin sat, a faint glimmer of vulnerability in her gaze.

Ryujin cast a quick glance behind her, ensuring they were alone. Satisfied, he shifted on the bench that hugged the wall of the intimate dining nook, making space for Lilith.

As Lilith let the door fall shut behind her, she deposited her violin on the kitchen counter, an action that would have surely raised Leopold's disapproving eyebrow had he been present. Lilith moved to take her new dagger, the one made of broken mirrored pieces, out and leave it with the violin, but hesitated and seemed to think better of it. Leaning her head back against the wall, Lilith's shoulder lightly brushed against his, a silent gesture of camaraderie amidst their shared turmoil.

She’d been crying too. Her eyes betrayed the weight of her own thoughts. Ash was gone as well. Vanished into the void much like Leopold. Ryujin had seen how she’d kissed Ash’s cheek right before he’d pulled the card. Had clocked the fleeting touches and unspoken glances exchanged between them when they believed no one was watching. There had always been an unspoken connection between the two. Clearly it had grown beyond just friendship.

“Fucking shite,” she exhaled.

“We’ll get them back,” Ryujin countered. Grasping to that positivity that helped him survive. There was no other option in his mind.

Lilith leaned her head onto his shoulder. Like she so often did when they’d been sitting up in Mobiaux, near the spot they’d come through the portal, keeping watch to see if Ash would come back or Kallias would appear. Those moments, despite the horrors that surrounded them, held a special place in their shared history. It was a time when it was just Ryujin, Leopold, and Lilith, their bond deepening with each passing day.

Despite Lilith's complaints about Rittenhask's culinary endeavors, Ryujin's impulsive actions, or Rittenhask's occasional bout of absurdity, they had developed an unspoken understanding during those months alone together. They were bound by more than just circumstance; they were each other's pillars of support, their sanctuary in a world teetering on the brink of chaos. And no matter what trials lay ahead, they knew they could rely on one another, now and always.

“What if this is it?” she whispered.

“I thought we didn’t deal in what ifs and maybes.” He retorted quietly, reminding her of her own mantra she’d adopted on their travels.

"But what if," she took a deep breath, exhaustion clinging to her like a shroud, her breath shaky from crying. “What if we can’t do it? What if we’ve reached our limit?”

She looked up at Ryujin, seeming to search his face for doubt. Ryujin schooled his features to one of determination. They were both afraid, teetering on the edge of despair, but surrendering to the uncertainty of half-formed possibilities would only lead them further astray. “What if we can, Lilith? What if we do succeed? What if we find them both and go home? What if everything works out? Not in the way we want it to, maybe, but, it works out all the same? What if, Lilith?” He said to his friend gently.

The exhaustion was clear in her eyes. They’d been on this journey for almost a Cordian year with the hope of going home being pushed farther and farther along on the timeline. Perhaps they truly never would go home, Ryujin thought. Would that be something they could live with? Would that be something Ryujin could accept? He did not know.

One thing was clear. They had to find Leopold and Ash. They would not return home without everyone intact.

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