#narine

Character: Narine Iranaur for @nameless-acotar-weekend

Summary: Lady of Autumn? No, she was Autumn's heart. And when she learned she was carrying Eris in her womb, a far greater plan was set in motion.

The night after her eighty-seventh birthday, Narine learned she was pregnant. She had not yet sought the counsel of a healer, but she had perceived a shift in her magic, as if her fire had been stoked by an invisible force, driven by a desire to nurture and protect something precious.

Her family was said to be one of the most ancient and powerful in Autumn, and there were even some whispers that suggested it might be older and stronger than the Vanserra's. Narine Iranaur had learned to control fire before she could even speak. Her flames—free and wild— were a treasure coveted by many, which she had cultivated with precision.

If only her fire had allowed her to see the truth sooner.

Beron had charmed her with his honeyed words, offering her the liberty she yearned for, and a role at his side to help forge an honourable court. A different Autumn from that of Cadell Vanserra, where tyranny and wickedness were all too common.

With a gentle gesture, Narine placed her hands on her abdomen, which was still flat, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her red hair with its coppery highlights cascaded to her waist, and her eyes, a rich deep brown, bore a striking resemblance to the bark of an oak tree. She stood up straight, shoulders back, feeling a quiet determination blossom inside her. Narine couldn't afford to waver now. Perhaps she would never do enough; perhaps her schemes and the dangerous game of cat and mouse she was playing with her husband would not be enough to temper Beron's cold greed and calculating nature. But at least she could distract him from his more radical ideas —the kind that could endanger the entire court.

“You are mine, fireling.” She whispered, caressing his stomach as she closed her eyes. "And I promise you that, no matter what happens, I'm going to take care of you."

The time for running away had long since passed. Now, only one option remained: to fight. Narine could swear on the Cauldron that she was going to save her child, no matter what it took. She had a role to play and a part to act out. The perfect wife, the indulgent ornament.

One day, when Beron least expected it, Narine would show him why the priestesses had anointed her Narine Iranaur: the flame that tempers steel; the ever-burning fire; the heart of Autumn.

I've had this in my head for a while and was really looking forward to using that cool title for her. Everyone thinks she is fragile and needs protection, but Narine has been playing the game for years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

(Hits twitter user AmberW1shes's OC with the Digimon-ification beam)

❤️‍🔥🐏Digimon Narine!!🐏❤️‍🔥

♡ 𝔸 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕

Prompt(s): Lesbian rep + butch Character(s): Ruinë/Nári Synopsis: Ruinë has trouble with her latest project. A certain Balrog decides to help her out. Warnings: /

Author's Note: Late again. I'm pretty busy both irl and with projects so I don't know when/if I have time to write the other prompts I planned. Apologies for that, but that also means requests are getting priority ;) Small disclaimer once again: I'm doing my best to portray these prompts accurately and provide some decent rep, also drawing from my own personal experience at times. Feel free to reach out if there's something you think I got wrong, but also keep in mind that experiences differ and are still equally as valid. Thank you♡

"Ah no –"

Ruinë freezes when she sees the bottles on her desk topple over, one rolling over the edge to fall to its certain doom – she's already expecting to hear the sound of shattering glass, but all that follows is a rush of flame and a soft clink as clawed fingers skillfully snatch it out of the air. 

You know in Colony 9′s Military District, standing around in the middle of the night, is Arnaut? The man who praises Shulk and acts like his number one fan?

So, Arnaut has a wife back in the Residential District, Françoise, and a daughter, Narine. Arnaut is away from home--away from the Residential District--so often that other Colony 9 residents question if he’s ever going to return home. He’s gone so long, Narine has no affinity link with her own father.

In fact, their marriage is so turbulent, one thing can make or break it. Speak to Arnaut after the attack, and he’ll ask how his wife is doing. You reply that he should ask her himself, and he apologizes and says he will; talk to Françoise then, and this leads to a “happy marriage.” However, you reply that she’s doing fine, and then you speak to Françoise, and their affinity link whiplashes to a “near divorce” status.

Kantz makes a comment about rarely being home, as well. He is the husband of Suzanna, the studying-obsessed mother of Moritz. At least he owns up to it, though.

This raises thoughts on the culture of the Homs. It’s mentioned by Kenny Rohan that Colony 9 has “gossipy housewives.” My guess is that many of the men serve in the Defense Force and live in barracks in the Military District since they never actually go home all that often (despite being literally a three-minute walk from home). There could be barracks in many of the buildings there--my guess is the large one at the back of the district. However, most must be going home somewhat often, since only Arnaut seems to be mentioned to the point of suspicion and divorce.

(I recall seeing Narine mention her father upon speaking to her in “A Mysterious Light” quest. However, I accidentally got too button-happy and skipped through it... -_- And I haven’t been able to find any clips of the quest on YouTube that follow Arnaut and Narine’s route. I’ll find the line someday... I could have sworn it had something to do with the light being gone “like Dad,” but I’d have to see the line again...)