A Moment's Indulgence by AranyaVerSarn, literature
Literature
A Moment's Indulgence
Compared to the painfully light-soaked world of the Ember Ward above, the illumination within Sinfall was next to nothing. Nonetheless, it was kept grimly cozy, with the amber glow of countless candles, torches, and braziers casting their warmth upon every stony wall and high ceiling of the sanctuary. Or at least, that's how it was kept most of the time. Renathal, first of the venthyr, the fallen prince, hmmmed with a disapproving look at a darkened hallway. None of the torches were lit as they should have been. Either the dredgers were playing that mortal game again - What was it called? Something about hearths and stone? - or Sinfall had fallen short enough of dredgers in recent days that they would have to pull up more replacements. Another frown into the dark with another hmmm. A noise reaching his ears prompted Renathal to go silent. He listened. The soft sound of light footsteps coming closer behind him, slow and measured. Not a dredger - which was what he needed here right
Chronology of Aranya and Rhovin 2014-2018 by AranyaVerSarn, literature
Literature
Chronology of Aranya and Rhovin 2014-2018
Kethron's Office
Fireflies
Gift to Remember
Birthday Girl
Gravity
Things that Only Stars Hear: Heart Wide Open
Letter for Kethron
Old Habits
Only a Shadow
In the Light of Dawn
Sweet Distorted Dreams (the Shadow Council Arc)Old Hungers (NSFW)
April Fool
Lady Thorne
What Would Have Been (AU)
Chase the Dark (AU)
The Reunion (NSFW)
The Fires We Lit (NSFW)
The Taste of Power
Unborn
Try Again
Come Raise the Dead
The creaks of a rocking galleon and gentle waves of the sea. The pale moon, full and brilliant, shined above the Black Rose. Crew members slept, others drank and sang. Their captain, however, locked in his quarters. Away from them all. He pondered, brooding at his desk at the thought of where his brother could be. His thumb rubbed the jewel at his neck, wondering if he could tap just enough of his dormant energies for her to feel.
Aranya.
The name caught his mind, repeating itself as his eyes shut to focus any energy he could muster. The most he could do was to focus that on sudden acts of stealth, covering himself or his weapons in shadow
Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the Dark together
If you go, than so will I
The rain wasn't heavy. Hardly a drizzle. But on a hot day like this it was more than welcome.
Rhovin stood under the open Eversong sky, shirtless, letting the misty downpour cool his skin. He held his son in his arms, a beautiful little lad, hardly older than a season, clad in nothing but a diaper in this too-warm weather. Tiny droplets glistened on the man's back and shoulders, and on the elf-baby's round, soft little head of wispy dark hair.
Aravin was quiet and wide-eyed with wondering interest at everything that his infant eyes
What Would Have Been (AU) by AranyaVerSarn, literature
Literature
What Would Have Been (AU)
Rhovin lay beside Aranya, watching the light of the early morning stretching its fingers over her features, painting them with gold and fire.
She would leave in two days for the Vermillion Redoubt. The dragons were requesting sorcerers to aid them. Something about tangles in the flow of magic around old haunts of the Twilight cult. He was taking as much time as he could get with her until then.
... She looked so much at peace, with her slow, deep breaths, her eyes moving underneath their lids.
What did she dream of? Was it a memory that his gift had brought back to life for her? Or was it a vision of a possible future?
His mind had been d
A veneer of silver clouds covered the skies over the eternally vibrant fields and forests, casting a much-subdued glow of daylight over the grand mansion, despite the fact that it was near-midday. The dark-haired mage took meandering steps, her boots not making much sound at all as her tall figure traipsed the grounds of the estate. There was, however, one direction that she seemed pulled to, almost magnetically, without even thinking about it.
Aranya's fingertips brushed over the carved stone of Lady Thorne's grave. She was alone for the moment. No one would know that she had wandered here, unless they had already been watching her. She kne
Rhovin
I swiped your bow and tossed it over a lake.
Happy hunting!
All my love,
~Aranya
Rhovin stared at the note that he had found where he left his bow, not quite knowing whether to laugh or scowl, but looking very perplexed all the same. Of all the pranks she could have pulled... Knowing her, there was a fifty-fifty chance that she really had left his weapon to its watery fate at the bottom of some lake somewhere in the world, and an equally fifty-fifty chance that she had left it someplace stupidly obvious.
The hunter read over the words again. There was a hint in there, somewhere, some kind of trick to this game she had started. The
Sweet Distorted Dreams (the Shadow Council Arc) by AranyaVerSarn, literature
Literature
Sweet Distorted Dreams (the Shadow Council Arc)
A hair-raising tingle passed through the air in the shadowed halls where strode Lutero Thorne. Just to the side of him, embers of light winked into existence, swarming and clustering into a shape... and then dissipating to reveal a person. A familiar one at that.
Lutero had only a fraction of a second to react as Aranya collapsed right next to him, nearly hitting the floor but for the fact that he caught her just in time. The air around her reeked of raw fel power. Her breaths were coming in hard and ragged. One of her sleeves had somehow been completely torn away, leaving her whole arm and shoulder bare. Other sections of her robes had been
The sound of the door opening behind the only-moments-arrived arcanist prompted her to turn around. Her eyes were greeted with the sight of a handsome, high-cheekboned and familiar face, framed by dark hair, looking back at her from the doorway to the room... But this face did not belong to the one she most often saw wearing it.
"You," Aranya acknowledged the shadow priest expressionlessly, and turned away from him to finish laying aside some of her belongings at the foot of the chair that stood close to the quiet, dark fireplace.
"Me," he returned, with a spread of his hands; not at all sorry if she was disappointed to see him, and he stro
Sunlight and shadows moved over the forest floor in shifting patterns. The golden leaves of the trees swayed in the lightest breeze, breathing its way over the wooded landscape. There were clouds in the sky playing cat-and-mouse with the sun, adding to the changing of the shadows and light through the trees. There was a soft silence that pervaded the area. Most animals and birds were in other parts of the eternally vibrant forest, having no reason to come this way for the time being.
In a very small patch of clearing, Rhovin stood absolutely still, his bow in hand, a blunt shaft already nocked and ready to fire, eyes and ears alert to every s