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.

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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!

Eristor Interview: Part the Second!

AAAannnnd he’s BACK!

Eristor, m’boy, you’re a hit. No, that is not permission to strike me. (I think he secretly enjoyed the last round of questions, but he’s pretending they’re nothing but an annoyance. Don’t believe him.) NOTE: When I interrupt his answers, I’ll be italicized. Just so you know.

Are you ready for part two of the interview, Eristor?

If I must be.

You must. Please, at least try not to grimace. You don’t have to smile, but stop grinding the audience between your back molars.

Kill-joy.

And be polite.

Would it be all right if we just commenced already?

What is your favorite kind of cheese?

…Fresh.

How did you and Valentine get such an interesting history?

 I see you people are fond of dredging up painful memories.

Answer them, you punk.

What is a ‘punk’?

It isn’t a nice term.

I know quite a few ‘not nice terms’ I could use toward you, madame.

Stop bickering and answer the question!

We ran into each other on Facebook. Comments began to fly, and we were drawn into a lifelong fued involving more bantering than bloodshed, but plenty of irritated feelings on either side. I believe it began when Valentine’s arm was torn off and he would not shut up about the fact he had a mechanical arm and I did not.

Do you have any unarmed combat skills or have you mostly trained in armed combat with your kelehb sticks?

I was trained from a very young age to be competent in various forms of combat, including swordsmanship, man-to-man, archery, and spear-use. I wished to combine several of these forms into something more useable, and over several years perfected the kelehb sticks I use now.

How fast and agile are you compared to elves as a whole, and how do elves stack up in those two areas against humans? I suppose you could throw strength into the mix as well and assuming you and Tylir are good representatives of elves and humans, compare who is faster, more agile, stronger, more intelligent, more handsome, etc.

While all elves are physically more powerful than humans, I am considered athletic even for elven-kind. Tylir is an excellent example of humankind, being both strong and athletic for his race as well. And I believe we are both considered good-looking, though I in a dark, angular way and Tylir in a fair-haired, classically handsome way.

 How did you and Sienna meet?

I believe this passage below should explain it to you.

Blindly, she turned a sharp left and ran smack into something with all of the force in her body. The collision sent her falling backwards, crashing painfully to the ground.

            “Ow,” she groaned, and looked up to see what she had run into. She found herself looking at a pair of frigid blue eyes set in a face that appeared to have been chiseled out of stone – a straight nose, high, prominent cheekbones, full lips. Long, blue-black hair hung past his broad shoulders, and he was dressed in black pants and boots and a long-sleeved white shirt open at the collar. Broad straps crossed over his chest, and twin pommels glimmered behind each shoulder.

            And their owner was looking at her with utter contempt.

            All this Sienna absorbed in a split second’s time as she lay, staring, from her position on the floor. The man gazed down at her for an agonizing heartbeat, his lip curled slightly before he brushed past her and continued down the hall, his footsteps echoing in her ears.

            Sienna knew that her mouth was hanging open; and there was nothing she could do about it. Of all the absolutely rude, selfish, inconsiderate, and inhuman—

What first attracted you to Sienna?

I believe it was her inability to keep her mouth shut. -_-

Apparently, Eristor has figured out how to use emoticons. Oh dear.

What type of noodle would you eat, if you had to?

I am not certain, but Sienna assures me I’d ‘love macaroni and cheese.’ I’m a bit suspicious. Alec tells me I’d love ‘spaghetti,’ but they both sound more on the revolting side.

Have you ever kissed someone (OTHER THAN YOUR MOTHER!), and would you WANT to?

…I was… *clears throat* I was known to be wild and irresponsible at one time, so yes, I have. As for the second half of the question, I can think of no one this applies to. I try to avoid lust; the price is not worth the cost.

Eristor, I’m discovering things about you O_o

How are you so awesome?

I believe you are misapplying this word, as nothing about me inspires awe. But thank you for the thought.

What is your biggest weakness?

Arrogance, I suppose, and bitterness. Yes, I suppose it shocks you to know that I see the flaws in myself. Everyone has them, however, and if we do not work to overtake them, they will overtake us.

Do you approve of women wearing trousers as well as skirts?

I believe trousers are practical for many purposes, but I also find skirts attractive on females. 

What do you think of chocolate?

…chocolate?

Sienna: *screeches from backstage* ERISTOR! You’ve never had CHOCOLATE!? What – how – that’s it. We’re going back to earth right now!!

In our world, we drink coffee. What do you drink in Elmeria?

I suppose it depends on your race and culture. We have a bitter, black drink called savra that Alec and Sienna say is the closest thing to coffee.

Would you be one of those people to leave cookies and milk out for Santa?

(We are experiencing technical difficulties in the form of Eristor asking Sienna who Santa is. One moment….)

No. I most definitely would not. Fairy tales are for children.

Calm down, Sienna, deep breaths! Deep breaths!

If you went to school would you end up being an honour student or and outcast?

I’m letting Sienna answer this one. – Mirriam

Oh, Eristor would definitely be the rebel guy in detention all the time. He’d be smart, but everybody would be scared of him because he’d wear nothing but black leather and probably put red streaks in his hair and pierce his ears or something, and all the girls would have crushes on him but would be too scared to talk to him. It’s kind of a scary thought.

Would you visit our world if you had the chance?

I don’t believe I have any say in the matter, but it would definitely be an… interesting experience.

Is there a song that you would willingly accept as his your theme song, other than the Imperial March?

My author found this song and claims it’s ‘soooo me’ or some such nonsense. 

There you have it, peoples! I’m guessing there will be two more parts to come, I’m SO glad you’re all enjoying this as much as I am (and as much as Eristor is pretending not to!) Once again, if you have any unasked questions, feel free to ask them in the comments =)

– Mirriam