“Manon began screaming then.
Screaming, endless and wordless, as that thing in her chest, as her heart, shattered.”
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Art by @s.seidel.art, commissioned by me
*DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/CROP*
“From now until the darkness claims us
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This commision ripped out my heart…I’m fine 🙃 (AC: @bookishkoda)
Part 2/? of one shots with Manon, Dorian and the rest of the Thirteen:
In which Vesta is a shameless flirt, even while sparring, and Manon is jealous (and in denial)
and how Dorian got sick/hurt and Manon takes care of him, or how he returns tired from a meeting with the lords and Manon gives him a massage. I'm sorry, but I want to see Manon's concern🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️
Concerned Manon gets me EVERY TIME. I’m a sucker for when she lets that hard exterior crack.
Anywho, enjoy. Here’s my take on Manon’s reaction after Dorian is severely injured in an ambush. (Your other idea is on my list 😏)
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"I am not asking. I am telling."
Manon's voice was harsh, colder than the air whistling around the tent, but she didn't care; she was burning with a foreign kind of rage.
The thirteen were silent, tension building, adrenaline still running high from the attack.
It was Asterin who finally broke the silence. "I understand what you're saying-"
"Obviously, you do not, or it would be done." Manon spat, smacking her hand down on the map. "Our mounts are exhausted and hungry. I haven't seen any game, big or small, in days and they are running on fumes. We are all running on fumes, so I need you to stop questioning me and do what I say before we all starve up here."
The ambush earlier didn't just send them off course; it derailed their entire mission.
An avalanche had blocked any possible journey on foot for a hunting party and they needed a week or more to get back on track.
There were passes they needed to travel by foot or risk being spotted and the king was in no condition to be traveling on the back of a wyvern, regardless of his protests. Manon refused to risk him.
I saw your plea for fanfic ideas and immediately hit the ask button.
I beg of you please give us manorian and the thirteen but like happy. This fandom deprives me of happy thirteen content.
Tried for happy and cute while trying to remain true to the characters 🙂
(I liked this, now I wanna do more happy moments with Manorian and the Thirteen)
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"Neat trick." Asterin said, lying back on her bedroll. She had an arm tucked behind her head as she stared at Dorian.
He was sitting upright, one arm propped on his bent knee while the other swirled in the air, passing various elements around the fire he had created before them.
"I think it would be more interesting were he to set something or someone on fire," Vesta called from the opposite side, staring a little too long at the king before her.
"Yeah, you.” Sorrel grumbled from her place to the left of Asterin, facedown on her bedroll.
A few of the thirteen laughed at that and Vesta flashed a vulgar gesture towards Sorrel, which the third could not see but returned all the same.
Dorian chuckled under his breath, eyes unfocused as he searched for something, or someone, beyond the circle.
