#revah

Fictober day 13

Prompt number: 13

Fandom: Dungeons&Dragons OCs (Dawn belongs to @magnetklaue )

Rating: T and up

Warnings/Summary: A date with Sune at their side

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It’d taken him most of his nerve to ask her to visit the newly built shrine of Sune. Pathetic, considering their shared months and what they’d shared, but he wanted to do this the proper way. Amnestria had done her best and with Felicitas’ help it appeared such an inviting space with its comfy benches and a canopy of flowers and leaves. 

Here, spring and autumn would rule throughout the year. 

@magnetklaue bought me some ko-fi and asked for a piece about her wonderful D&D oc Dawn and resident npc Prince Grump Revah <3

I still write for ko-fis :D

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Revah was thankful for a lot of things.

Revah also held grudges and despised a lot of things.

Frankly, he never thought about him being lucky, him finding a purpose in life, people he cared for or even, people to protect …

Love.

Blegh.

Growing up dirt poor and desperate skewed your view on life and with the Guild housing the only people that ever cared about street rats like him, who was he to dream about something better without giving everything in return. Nothing ever came free and trust seemed a good far too pricey for people like him. 

He’d learned that in every hard way possible.

Beatings and starvation followed by a stale piece of bread, a balm for the worst of the wounds, ever asking what he did to deserve this. At times, Revah still dreamt about a home and his parents, wondering if his memories were reality or just a picture made up by a scared child that longed for stability. 

Phedre had found him in a dark place and offered him a new path back then.

And Dawn completed it.

She’d carefully tore down his misconceptions and anger and his hatred and all it took were her belief that there was more to him.

Dawn had chosen to sleep at his side for another night, with her friends nearby or in the arms of a lover or friend. They’d just returned from another journey into the depths of their continent, fighting for all of their lives and trying to get the Gods to listen for once. As it turned out, some actually did, but many just slept, silent, forgotten.

Revah tried to push such thoughts away. Not now. They had few precious hours left together. A short and peaceful night.  

Her warmth and weight seemed so very comfortable against his chest and a faint smell of herbs tickled his nose. She felt soft and fragile beneath his touch, though he know about her killing some undead dragon and saving her friends again and again.

Revah doubted that she saw herself as hero or savior. Too many years of doubt and intolerance from a society, which wasn’t ready to accept someone like her. He knew such thoughts and send a silent, thankful prayer to Mishakal for taking care of a lost child.

He hoped that one day she would see herself as other did. Strong and wise, gentle and kind, fierce and beautiful. So many things that she denied herself.

Yes, she’d grown, as had he. They would’ve a lot of years to grow, together, beyond their wildest imaginations.

“Do we have to get up.” Her voice sounded quiet and sleepy and rather sweet. Revah felt a blush on his neck and his fingertips yearned to touch her lips.

He kissed Dawn’s forehead.“No, rest for a few more hours. I’ll keep you safe from angry squirrels.”

“Angry squirrels?” Dawn blinked in surprise and tried to look for said mammal.

Revah smiled and put a white strand of hair behind her ear. “Never mind, love. Just a stupid joke.”

Though, someone like Kethra would probably be a rather impressive angry squirrel.

“Hm.” She fell asleep again, her fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, her breathing caressing his skin. Those moments were his favourite. Nothing to worry about but holding her close and enjoying each other, with a field of stars above their heads.

Revah studied her face. a deep crease forming between his brows.

He would never understand his luck. 

Finding her.

Finding a new life. 

Fandom: Dungeons&Dragons

Characters: Revah & Phedre

Rating: T

fictober entries // fictober information

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Revah shifted into his half-elven form, as soon as he entered his sanctum. Stray feathers glided to the floor and he ignored them. Being an eagle felt easier than walking around in his humanoid form. He heard his home celebrating beneath his treehouse and drunken singing and laughing and them welcoming a new year. 

Some of the newly arrived elves even joined the celebrations and danced with other citizens. What a lovely sight. 

“Can I come up.” Phedre’s voice distorted his thoughts and he sighed. “You’re asking?” “Yes. Sometimes I respect your need for private moments.” “Nah, come up.” He watched her climbing up the tree almost as fast as a squirrel. Phedre carried two bottles of Arla’s strong booze and her eyes already seemed glossy and a tad drunk.

She put one of the bottles in front of him. “You ran away so fast and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Go on.” Revah had a suspicion what the topic of their conversation would be. “Drink first. This is about Dawn.” Revah tensed up. All of his emotions fled from his face and he took a deep and long gulp. It burned right down to his stomach, setting his insides on fire. He’d been right. Of course, Phedre wanted to talk about… that.

Her. 

“There is just something about her.” Phedre took one of his cushions and leaned her back against it. “I can’t put my finger on it, but she is powerful and she is close to her deity. Her magic radiates off her skin.” Phedre raised a delicate eyebrow and nudged Revah. “Not to mention that she is very beautiful.” “Yes, yes. She is rather striking. I’ve seldom seen anyone as beautiful as her, but…” “Go on. I promise that I won’t joke about it.” Phedre chuckled. “For now.” He drank more and watched the stars above their heads. “Her beauty … it’s not about her physical appearance alone. It’s her grace and her quiet strength and the way her eyes light up when she talks about books and about her craft.” Phedre bit her lip, looking like a cat finding a pot of cream. “Revah, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re more than smitten.”

“I guess, I am.” What was there to lie about? She already knew. Everyone knew. Revah closed his eyes and felt Phedre’s hands on his own.

“I’m older than you, so I’m allowed to lecture you a bit.” She squeezed his fingers. “Revah, you’ve been my friend and protector for many years and I want you to find joy and love and peace. You don’t have to stay at my side all the time, you don't have to protect me every night and day. I release you from your promise and your oath. We live in troubling times and there is a darkness looming above our heads.”

Phedre shuffled closer to kiss his forehead. “Find some joy, while we still have time.”

Moments of silence passed between them, as Revah watched her face and small shoulders and her smile. 

ReVah Pomegranate Wine (non-vintage)