The Proposal Scene

I wrote this especially for the beautiful Hannah Nicole Martin on Christmas. She is a lover of Eristor/Sienna, and she had been asking for a romantic scene. So, with that in mind, I went all out and wrote the scene where Eristor proposes to Sienna. You may remember a few weeks ago, in my Nostalgia post, I mentioned I was writing about them and it brought back so many memories I was overwhelmed. This is what I was talking about.

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(fanart by PepperDarcy)

Sienna leaned over the edge of the fountain and studied her reflection in the clear water. The face that gazed thoughtfully back at her had changed over the last two years. Had it only been two? So much had happened, enough for a lifetime. More than enough.

            She lifted a finger and tapped the surface of the water, sending ripples away that splashed against the side. This had all used to be an adventure – many adventures, really, tucked inside one another. When had adventures become life? She could hardly remember New York anymore; the days and nights she spent at school, at parties, watching TV in her room and pounding on the wall to get Alec to turn his music down.

            “You okay?”

            She looked over her shoulder. Alec was watching her, smiling but concerned. His right hand rested on the sword belted around his waist, his tunic loose, hair down to the nape of his neck. It contrasted starkly with the imagine in Sienna’s mind of the New York Alec, the fifteen-year-old boy whose goal in life was to annoy the sense out of her at every possible turn. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

            “Okay,” he said cheerfully, turning to walk away.

            “Alec?”

            “Yeah?”

            She motioned for him to come over. He walked forward and as soon as he was close enough, Sienna wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug. “I love you.”

            “Whoa,” he said, surprised even though he did not pull away. “You sure you’re okay? I mean, I love you too, but—”

            She laughed and wiped her eye with the back of her hand. “I’m fine. Now you can go.”

            He gave her a long look before nodding and striding out of the garden. Sienna’s reflection met her eyes again and her lips turned up in an attempted smile.

            “Why did you lie to your brother like that?”

            Sienna sighed and splashed her hand through her reflection again. “What do you want, Eristor?”

            He walked forward, leaned his hands on the side of the fountain. “You’ve been morose for the past few days now.”

            “He’s the cheerful one,” she said in her defense, pointing in the direction Alec had gone. “I have a right to be ‘morose’ now and then.”

            He turned his head and pierced her with his frigid blue eyes, made even more startling by the black lashes and eyebrows that framed them. “I was not questioning your rights. I was wondering why you felt that way.”

            Silence captured her tongue for a moment. “I…just…” She studied her hands, and carefully lifted her eyes to Eristor’s face again. He was still watching her, waiting patiently. “It’s like everything waited until now to really hit me. I wasn’t born in this, you know? Not like you were.” Something wet dripped from her face and she realized she was crying. “I mean, you were a prince, for pity’s sake. I was just a high school student who cared more about prom and nail polish than – we didn’t even have battles! You know? Not where I came from. And I thought I was dealing all right with it – I wasn’t even thinking about it until today, and—”

            Her voice was broken by tears and she covered her face with her hands. Stop crying, Sienna!

            A hand, long-fingered and calloused, was set on her shoulder. Eristor did not say anything, and Sienna was grateful for the silence and companionship. After a minute or two she regained her composure, though she was certain her face was red and blotchy from crying.

            “Sorry,” she sniffed. He shrugged. Sienna glanced over and realized his hand was still on her shoulder.

            “Sienna,” he said.

            She swung her feet. “Yeah?”

            He let out a deep, quiet sigh. “You are…brave.”

            Startled, she turned her head to stare at him. “Are you okay?”

            He gave her a scathing look. It melted quickly off his face, leaving behind something a little bit gentle and a little bit determined. “When I was your age, I wasted my time. Horses, fighting, women.” He shook his head, causing a strand of blue-black hair to fall from behind his ear. “You are doing far better than I was.”

            Flustered butterflies clustered in Sienna’s stomach. It was impossible to imagine Eristor; the quiet, responsible, caustic elf, running wild. He probably considered that his youth, she realized, even though he was still young for an elf-kind. “Thank – thank you,” she faltered. She smoothed the pale lavender skirt of her dress across her knees. “I don’t know, though. I wasted a lot of my time back on ear – Awartha.”

            “Whatever you did, Amar prepared you well.” He straightened a little and turned his gaze once more upon her. She fought against the desire to look away from those eyes that seemed to peel away her skin and bone and find what lived behind. “He saw the gold there.”

            The gold there. The words, so unexpected and kind, made her heart skip a single beat. It continued to pound for a short moment and then stopped completely when, in a low voice so quiet that she almost did not hear it, he added, “And so do I.”

            She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind washed free of any words and she could only breathe as Eristor stood up and turned to face her. He was lowering himself onto one knee.

            “Sienna…” He took a deep breath, his eyes boring into the side of the fountain. He brought them back to her face, and this time she could not have looked away even if she wanted to. They had changed, from a stark, pale blue to the color of the ocean meeting a sunset horizon. “You are courageous and beautiful.” Tears filled her eyes. “Your faith has kept me strong more than once. You have disproved my doubts and given me hope when there was only despair.” She covered her mouth and even the fountain behind her faded into silence at the sound of his voice. “You gave me back my heart, and—” his voice was faint, but steady “—if you will accept it, I would give it back to you.”

            He opened his hand. A ring of delicate silver vines lay in his palm. “Would you, Sienna Elizabeth Hunter, consent to stay by my side forever, and marry me?”

            There are no words that exist in this world or any other to describe how she felt in that moment. It was as if the angers and fears of the past were put out of sight, and she could see nothing but Eristor and feel nothing but what she knew, and had known for so long, was love. She gathered a deep breath. “Yes,” she choked – then again, “Yes, I will marry you.”

            A smile lit his face and as he slid the ring onto her finger, she laughed because there was nothing else she could possibly have done. He smoothed his thumb over the top of her hand and, gently, pressed his lips to it before rising to his feet.

            Sienna stood up on the edge of the fountain and threw her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck and breathing him in. And they stood there, in the violet twilight, until Eristor lifted her into his arms and carried her inside.

In which Eristor finally gets around to answering the rest of his questions

Hello, this is Mirriam, your friendly announcer and abused authoress! (Not that I can complain, I do a fair share of character-abusing myself. I feel bad for them). I’ve dragged Eristor back for the fourth part of our interview and made him promise to behave and smile. (I’m not sure he’s holding up on the smiling end of the deal, but I made him hot chocolate and he seems to have mellowed out some.) Once again, other characters may or may not pop in and out, and I will certainly interrupt from time to time.

Are you left-handed? I was born so, but taught myself to become ambidextrous. My brain seemed averse to the idea; it took nearly twelve years of practice.

Where do you get your clothes, and who designed them? As Damian can attest, we have attending tailors. Neither of us particularly look forward to their visits, but I suppose being able to wear clothes is a plus.

How good is your memory? Can you remember your entire life? Are there and blank periods in your life that you can’t remember? Most elves have larger memory spans than humans, I believe, simply because it goes hand-in-hand with our long lifespans. I have no long ‘blank’ periods; then again, I do not remember every little detail.

How many children does the average family have? I can hardly say, it differs from family to family. Thanks to the aforementioned long livety, however, dozens of children throughout the centuries is very normal. Before their death, an elf usually gets to see at least ten generations.

Do you have plans to eventually settle down and have a family? I cannot say I have plans, but it is something I have thought over. There is currently no one I can imagine myself ‘settling down’ and raising a family with, but should I meet this person, then yes. I would hope to marry and raise a family with them.

Are you tender inside? (Mirriam here: I’m giving this question to Sienna for obvious reasons) Okay, picture one of those dark, bitter chocolate bars that I really, really, really miss. From earth, naturally. Now picture yourself  biting into it and finding a lot of sweet, gooey caramel inside. That’s Eristor. And please, Mirriam, don’t let him read my answer to this or I’ll get the Cold Shoulder of Frigidity for years.

Do you like contraption weapons (eg. Bow, ballistics weapons, cannons and guns, catapults -if anyones invented them yet) or do you prefer weapons you have control of at all times like a sword or spear? I’m afraid I have no idea what cannons and guns are, but when waging battle bows, catapults, and trebuchets are common-enough weapons. I, however, prefer to use a weapon in close quarters, something fast that I remain in full control of. Hence, my kelehb sticks.

(Hey, Sienna here – Jenny, I just wanted to let you know that now Alec and I can’t stop calling them kebab sticks. Eristor hates it, it really eats his lunch. But we have a blast.)

Who has impacted your life the most (in a good way, and in a bad way)? My original parents, of course, and my younger sister. I know you may think it strange that I have mentioned only one sibling, but the truth is I have another brother. He, however, lives in the North and I have not seen nor heard from him in many years. In a bad way – Caranthir.

Has anyone put ink in your tea before? Fortunately for them, they have not. But please do not give Alec any ideas.

Have you ever done something you still regret? I believe everyone has done many things they regret, but I would not sit and talk about them.

What are your weaknesses? (family, being tortured?) I have withstood enough torture that it is nearing the ‘merely unpleasant’ stage. I have no more family left to be threatened, except my aforementioned brother who really is no longer related to me, and my sister who is most likely dead. That leaves friends remaining, and I admit they are my strength and my weakness.

When is the last time you laughed so hard it hurt? …I…. believe…. I…. (Sienna: He doesn’t know.)

And why were you laughing? (Sienna: He was probably laughing at me.)

Did you have a childhood pet? I had several horses and dogs growing up, but it was Raeta who would find unusual creatures to adopt into our household. I believe the most interesting was prickledog. Even the servants wouldn’t go near it.

What kind of guy was Caranthir *before*? I had reservations about his race, but I admit before Oscariath turned him, he was kind, just, and fair. He had a sense of humor and especially enjoyed riding with Raeta and spending time with my mother. He and I would spar on occasion, and I would sometimes help him with political and economical strategies.

Does you look more like his Mother, or Father? I look more like my mother, but I’m told I have my father’s personality.

What would you do without Tylir? How do you mean, ‘without him’? Is he dead? Did I never meet him? Did he leave? If the first, I would mourn him. If the second, I would have no idea, therefore I wouldn’t care. If the third, I would hunt him down and demand to know why.

What sort of responsibilities did you have as prince? I was mainly an overseer, of many different things. I appointed who would train our soldiers, I devised exercise strategies, I oversaw the care of the stables and often played ambassador for Tirran. That being said, I had a good deal of free time on my hands once my studies were through, and often spent them in less-than-useful ways.

What is the most annoyingest thing Tylir has ever done? The most annoying…est? I assume you are referring to the time he loosened the cinch on my saddle so that I fell off. Or perhaps you mean the time he stuffed my pastry with grass… Or are you asking for pranks he played when he was a child?

How much do you remember of your Father? I remember a good deal of my father. He was firm and could appear harsh, but he had a soft heart and his strength, though often mistaken for sternness, was what kept the kingdom together. When he was relaxed, his laugh would come readily and often.

Have you seen the picture Mirriam drew of you holding a gun, circa 2009? What are your thoughts on it?

I still am at a loss as to what a gun is, and I have no idea why I am pointing one at the viewer. Mirriam? (Hey, um. *cough* Sorry, Eristor. That was an OOLLLDD plotline… not sure if it’s still going to happen or not. Probably not. But then again…. I’m not helping. Just – I don’t know. Just look at the ruddy picture.)

Are you slightly nervous (because Eristor is never out right SCARED) of what Mirriam might put you through? It occasionally keeps me awake at nights. Mainly because I hear faint, echoing laughter that does not sound as if it will have pleasant repercussions for me. Fortunately for me, at the moment she is taking her maniacal tendencies out on two people named Mir and Eva, whom I’ve never met.
Do you like having his own little fanclub? Or do you not know….? ….I have a fan club?  (Hey, Mirriam again. I, uh, tend not to tell characters if they have fanclubs for fear they might become impossible to work with. Only Mir knows about his, and that’s because he needs all the love he can get.)

What about pink? Do you like pink? I certainly don’t despise it, but I would personally never be caught alive in it.

Have you ever rode a Korrabeast? No, I have not. They are not indigenous to my country.

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Unless I missed a question or you have more, this is the last section! I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please know that it took a lot of willpower for Eristor to buckle down and answer these, and I put up with many glares on the side. Sienna thought it was hilarious, and Alec can’t stop poking fun, so I’m sure Eristor will only act more irrascibly with me from now on.

On another note: A few people have mentioned the lack of recent artwork around here, so I’m showing you the illustration for the next issue of Aletheia magazine! It’s a new style, but I had fun with it. NOTE: I’ve also been lagging behind on letters. I’m so sorry, I’m working on art commissions and balancing them is more difficult than it sounds. You WILL get your letters, you WILL get your artwork – this is what I get for being a social butterfly during my senior year. ALTHOUGH I DID FINISH ALGEBRA. TODAY. I AM DONE WITH IT. AFTER FOUR YEARS. I HAVE CRUSHED IT!!*eheheh. eheh. ehe.*

Eristor Interview Part Three!

Ah, my brain! So full of school and Monster! Oh dear! I’m even planning for my NaNo novel “Otherwhere” ahead of time. Unfortunate Pancakes! (It’s an exclamation Pepper and I made up in an attempt to be creative.) My mind feels like it decided to morph into a hatful of butterflies. The other night we were playing Uno as a family, and (Ashley, you ought to appreciate this) every time I went to shout “Uno” I had to conscientiously keep myself from screeching “ONEW!” instead. (For those of you who don’t know, Onew is a singer from SHINee. Keaghan does not appreciate them as much as Ashley and I do, but the poor dear doesn’t know what she’s missing out on… 😉 Anyway, I’m stealing Eristor’s limelight, so I will hand the post over to him. As always, he’ll answer the questions you posed for him and I will interject from time to time. (A few other characters might pop in and out as well).

Eristor, now that you have entered the strange and slightly baffling world of emoticons, which is your favorite?

I believe it to be this one:  -_- As it describes how I feel answering these questions with extraordinary accuracy.

How tall are you?

Six feet and five inches.

Have you ever broken a bone?

Yes, many times. And occasionally, I have had them broken for me.

Have you ever died?

Yes, but I survived.

Do blood and guts make you queasy?

Not in the least.

What is the worst wound you have ever received?

Assuming we are speaking of physical wounds, the most painful would be when I shattered my right femur.

Do you have a motto or code that you live by?

Not specifically, no. I try to live to the best of my ability and do what is right, though my actions may be misunderstood by others.

Do you find Alec irritating?

-_- I do hope you are joking. You must be very dull-witted if this has not been brought to your attention by now.

Have you ever grown a beard?

No; I do not believe I have ever seen an elf with a beard. It is a very human trait.

Do you speak with an accent?

No.

Hey, Sienna here, and oh yes, he does! For crying out loud, Eristor! I mean, it’s not thick or anything, but you’ve definitely got one.

No, I haven’t.

Yes, you do. You sound like a gypsy, but more refined. A refined gypsy-elf.

Can we proceed?

Could you explain your kelehb sticks?

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT WILD AND IRRESPONSIBLE???

*sigh* When I was younger, I had a reputation for being reckless and thoughtless. When my birth-father died, I realized that the responsibility for the family’s reputation rested heavily upon me and I am glad to say I matured rapidly.

If you were given the choice of saving the life of you worst enemy? Let ‘s put it in this scenario: you’re dueling him in a burning building and a beam falls on top of him, would you do save him or watch him burn?

Intriguing question. I am not a merciful creature; it is a fact widely known. If I thought the ‘enemy’ would be better brought to justice another way, then I would rescue them. If I truly felt letting my enemy die would rid the world of an evil, I would let them die. Sienna may disagree with me.

I do; I think you should try to save them no matter what they’ve done to you. Salebeth’s been teaching me from the books of Amar.

How well did you know your birth-father?

I knew him for more than two hundred years.

What motivates you to fight for right, especially considering your rather obvious bitterness and rough past?

I am not a model follower of Amar. However, I do my best to do what is right.

How do you feel about other species, aside from humans and elves, that is?

Unless they are creatures of Oscariath, I have no quarrel with other races.

What was your personality like before Caranthir’s turn to evil?

Tylir speaking. I think this question may be a bit too personal for Eristor to answer in all good humor (cough) so I will try and answer it. I know that between the time his birth-father died and the time his mother married Caranthir, he was known to be a just, kind, and thoughtful elf. He cared dearly for his sister and mother even during his reckless behavior, and he was fond of Caranthir until Oscariath overtook Caranthir’s mind. The experience created a deep mistrust and bitterness in Eristor which has not yet been eradicated.

Will you ever stop searching for his sister?

No.

 Are you ready to become king?

I believe I could rule and rule well, but not as well as my birth-father. I have many things to learn.

Do you even want to be king?

A crown is not a light thing to wear, but I love my kingdom and do not want to see it in another’s hands.

What annoys you the most? 

Well, incessant questions, for one thing.

 What is your favorite color?

Black, I suppose. I haven’t given it much thought. My sister Raeta used to insist I should wear blue more often.

How well do you sing?

When I was young and my sister was newly born, I would sing to her. As she grew older, the habit continued, and she could hardly sleep without it, though I never thought much of my singing voice.

Why do you think you have a right to be a jerk to everyone around you?  

I do not, as you say, believe I have a ‘right to be a jerk to everyone around me.’ I simply feel that not everyone is deserving of my admiration or kindness.

Has anyone ever told you to relax?

Tylir. Frequently.

It’s true.

What keeps you going in life? What do you want?

I wish to reclaim my kingdom. I wish to see Oscariath fall. I wish to see Caranthir dead. I wish to see my sister alive. I suppose you could say my driving force in life is a collection of foolish hopes and determination.

What is your greatest fear and why?

I am not in the habit of exposing weaknesses to the world, no matter how hard this questionnaire tries.

How do you find the strength to push onward, even after all you’ve been through?

I believe in the old adage that adversity makes you stronger. It was not until I had been through true trials that I discovered how true it was.

What do you think of music?

I am fond of music, though rarely have time or opportunity to hear it.

Do you bark a lot, or do you indeed bite?

I bite.

Sienna here. Um, he barks a lot more often than he bites. I just thought I’d say. He barks really loud, though.

And that wraps up section three of the interview! I hope you enjoyed it, and once again, if there is a question that has not yet been asked that you are curious to know the answer to, leave it in a comment and he’ll answer next time!