A Soul and Light United

[Farryn 860]

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Elvira Naromis remained silent as she watched the paladin get set to drag the cultist out. A sick taste in her mouth as she recalled that she had healed that cultist when that High Prince of Veris sent a fireball his away.  Everything still felt like a blur, even now as she watched the paladins do their work. One by one, those within the containment room began to leave, not wanting to remain in sight of the dead Frost Mother Sif and the bitter coldness. However, Elvira remained still. Her eye looking towards Heial who was watching the cultist with a calm gaze.  A part of her wanted to go over and hold his hand, yet she remained where she was. One question within her mind.

Was now the right time?

 

Victoria Heial’s daughter, gave one last look to the two leaders as she departed, her lips breaking into a warm smile.

“You two lovebirds have fun!”

 

That was aimed at her, she had told Victoria her secret and now she was regretting it. Elvira’s head immediately whizzed around and she stared at Victoria, her eye widening as a small blood red blush formed on her cheeks.

“You little-”

 

Yet the girl merely giggled in response as she left. Meanwhile, her uncle and a fellow paladin handled the cultist.

 

“Let’s go Lyweneth. We will take care of him,”

her uncle, Izier Vincrute, would state, adjusting his clothing.

 

The other paladin nodded and scooped up the wounded cultist with ease. The cultist remained silent as he was heaved up - Elvira guessed that he had succumed to his wounds and was unconcious. She had heard his cries and she felt some pity towards him, yet he was a follower of Iblees and he was about to face judgement for what he did.

 

“Remember Elvira, don’t kiss and tell.”

 

Her uncle’s parting words snapped her out of her daze, blood rushing back up to her cheeks as she would go to squeak out:

“UNCLE”

 

Izier gave her a thumbs up and left with his paladin, leaving her alone with Heial. The cleric felt her heart thumping madly against her ribcage, sweat already running down her forehead despite the coldness of the room. Her mouth agape. For a moment, the two said nothing to each other. The Prime Adherent stiff and shook from what her own uncle and Heial’s daughter just did. A part of her wanted to rush out in sheer embarrassment, yet her feet remained firm on the floor.

 

Heial finally moved; he slowly turned and looked to her with a sleek eyebrow raised.

“...lovebirds?”

 

The cleric leader froze, her nerves spiking up as her blush increases. She turned to Heial, her hands breaking into a series of frantic hand gestures that held no meaning at all..

“I err… well… um… they… well.. So um!”

The courageous and strong willed clerical leader now a stumbling and wreck of a girl.

 

Then she paused and took a moment as time caught up to her. She caught her breath and lowered her hands, gazing into Heial’s eyes as she felt a wave of calmness through her. Yet those gleaming blue eyes still took her breath away. Then, she spoke his true name for the first time.

“Delaselva…"

 

“I wish to confess something…”

 

Heial’s eyes blinked once and then he gently spoke.

“I need to confess something as well.”

 

Elvira blinks, taken back by such.  What did he need to confess also? Unless… perhaps it was what she was going to?

“Y-You do?”

 

Heial glances up to the ceiling and sighed, closing his eyes for the slightest of moments.

“Archaengul give me strength.”

 

Deep down, Elvira was mentally praying to Tahariae for all the strength to keep calm and steadfast, yet her knees were already feeling as though they would break on her ay any moment. Sweat coated her skin despite the coldness of the room.

 

“Elvira, there’s something about you that is so different than anyone I have met,”

Heial’s voice reached out to her, bringing her back into reality.

“Some quality that I can not get over. It’s being around you, it’s talking to you, it’s just… seeing you.”

 

Gently, the Master Sage reaches out to take her hands and hold them tight, yet gently. With her unarmed hand, she felt the smoothness of his skin and the warmth coming from him.

“It… evokes in me a feeling I haven’t had in six hundred years.”

 

Her eye widened; it had been six hundred years since he had felt such towards anyone, yet she managed to evoke such? A simple cleric such as herself? Such statement caught her off guard, causing her cheeks to glow brighter than her light in the darkest of caves.

 

“R-Really?”

Her mouth had gone dry and the words simply tumbled out from her lips.

“Elvira, I love you,”

Heial stated in a basic yet soft tone, all the colour draining from his face as he spoke the four words.

 

Something rose up within Elvira and she took a gentle breath. So many years alone after Ramza and Archimedes, since the day she swore to never take up a lover or romance interest once again. She feared that it would distract her, lure her away from her role as leader of the clerics, and the passion she held died… and left her feeling empty, as if Tahariae had taken her connection. Then Heial came; the spark was small but it grew, growing with each encounter as the two became closer… until the spark was finally a roaring flame that filled up what she had lost.

 

 “I...I feel the same way too.“I love you too, Delaselva… I enjoy every moment together and the feelings just woke up inside me after spending time with you, even after I said I would not go for romance ever again… yet you manage to relight the fire in me and made me feel whole again.”

 

“That… that’s how much you mean to me”

 

Heial gently squeezed her hand, giving more comfort to her.

“It’s going to be hard, we both have such different lives but… I want to make this work out. You’re worth it…”

 

He was right: He was the Ascended’s leader, she was the Clerics’ leader. Two different duties, two different lives. Their duties became above all else, including the other… yet that’s what made them suitable together - they knew exactly what the other will face and have to do, the challenges they would face, and the hardships they would have to come.

 

“We’re both leaders of two different orders but… we both understand each other’s duty and we will have to place our own duties above each other,”

Elvira gently replied, returning the squeeze. Her tone soft and calm, understanding and sympathetic.

“We’ve managed to come this far already, I know we can manage anything that comes our way,”

 

Heial watched her with a proud glint in his eye before opens his mouth to say something, then just smiles. A smile that gave off more warmth than any fire, even within the coldest room. A joyful laugh coming from him.

“I have no idea what to say now. Are you as nervous as I am?”

 

Elvira would release a small nervous chuckle, her lips breaking into a graceful smile.

“I am… even though I should have experience in this…! But I always get so nervous!”

 

Heial wipes his face and shakes his head as his unbreakable smile shines through. His eyes flickered over to where the Frost Mother was.

“Well, if naught else, let’s go somewhere where Sif’s freeze-dried eyeballs aren’t looking at us.”

Elvira turned her gaze to the dead Frost Mother, who watched within her container where she would remain forever more. She then recalled something about the Frost Witches.

 

“I actually find it rather ironic! Frost Witches tend to be made when a woman loses her lover and falls to grief, yet here are two holy leaders confessing their love right in front of the Frost Mother! That would definitely be an insult to them!”

She grins brightly, loving the irony in what just happened, yet she loved another within the room more.

 

Heial lost it and laughed, before taking her hand into his. They headed towards the entrance, back into the warmth of the Ascended tower. Yet as they go, the two proceed to flip the bird at the Frost Mother’s corpse before descending down the Ascended tower.

 

The Prime Adherent of Tahariae had finally regained her flame, while the Master Sage regained the love that was lost all those years ago.

 

 

((HeialXElvira / SoulWolf Shipping has officially set sail! Special thanks to Jallentime for the RP and it will be interesting to see where these two will go from here. P.S: I hope all the Ascended are happy now - their OTP is finally canon. You guys owe me!))

[DarkSoundwave 70]

The Highlord sat in the Paladin Keep, sipping his tea as he had finally heard the news, smiling proudly. He raised his glass. "About bloody time..." He'd chuckle, going back to his reading.

 

((CONGRATS! FINALLY THE SHIP HAS SAILED!))

[Suxals 529]

Angelo would be walking through the woods of the Library of Dragur when he received the news, he would be thinking as he continues his way to Bastion, after a few minutes he would stop suddenly and ask to himself "But... they had a kiss or not?" then he would start to walk again, muttering something about the old Heial. 

[Nekkore 641]

The Chief Adherent sits in his office, reaching out for his tea, upon hearing the news only one expression came out of him. 

 

 

[Zacho 2177]

Dael'ran claps in the distance

 

 

[Guest]

Mithras sweats about interbreeding and racial appropriation. Such disorderly conduct! He exclaims mentally.

[justDEWit 133]

As Ravondir had caught wind of the rather fast spreading news, he pumped a fist and exclaimed, "Yes!"

[Kvasir 1121]

[[ @VioletPepsi is this why we failed!? ]]

 

Talar scratches his head in confusion. "Huh..."

[Ford 1996]

Maaz blankly stares ahead, the message reaching him through many, many chains of spoken word.

 

"Hm. Ramza is either dead, or they have separated, as I assumed before."

 

 

[mitto 2312]

((FM Notice:

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[The King Of The Moon 7016]

An Ash Wraith rolls in his nexus upon hearing the news. "Blasphemy. This is what Divine Cretins have become."

[Harri 4815]

1 hour ago, ArcanicFable said:

A darkstalker rolls in his unlife upon hearing the news. "Blasphemy. This is what Divine Cretins have become." He turns to his other two companions ( @Harrison @bisnitche ), hefting the massive sword from the ground. "A part of me does not regret dying now."

 

Walking off with his two allies, the undead knight proceeds to screech, "******* DEGENERATES!"

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Drauch cackles hollowly, shaking his helmed skull from side to side. He pats his deceased friend on the shoulder. "Ah, come now.. I think it's rather sweet, no?" he says in good fun, having another laugh to taunt his dead buddy.

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Favnir tuts quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "...this is news to them? After the most recent meeting, don't they have more important things to think about and focus on than some sweet little relationship?" A puff of smoke drifts from his nostrils as he takes a long, deep sigh. 

[Pinochet 356]

ivar screams

[kingnothing 571]

A tanned chap thrummed with thought by the hearth at his homestead, pondering this news he'd caught wind of earlier in the day. He gazed over to a small picture frame, holding in it a miniature painting of his frost witch fiancee in idle contemplation.

"Not like I've much room to judge, I'd congratulate them... buuut... they would have my head."

The man frowned, just as quick to dismiss the saddening thought as he had drummed it up, an audible sigh passing his lips as he leaned back into his chair and emit another groan bid by the days fatigue.

 

[KeiaTypeBeat 3282]

I thought this was a PK post at first