13 Works by Lehla
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There is a garden in the house they call their own, a patch of dirt neatly outlined with rocks and pebbles. Rows upon rows, things grow and bloom, and bear fruit: blushing apples reach maturity to be plucked and eaten, and seeds are buried deep in the soil to repeat the cycle. There is Karlach, biting into the fruit, bridging the gap between what’s real and what’s dreamt of: she has hay in her hair, but her smile is never shy.
Dammon is in love. And love leads him to Hell.Series
- Part 5 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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You cannot mount the Beast of Winter. Those who attempted to ride the diseased aurochs – out of reverence, desperation, stupidity – now cling to the matted fur with fear and without choice, doomed to listen to the cloven hooves stomp and crush until there is nothing left to destroy. Sometimes the wind of the Land brings their wailing, quiet pleas for relief, prayers for the finality of death. What Rymrgand touches, becomes his forever: the rot reaches far beyond the body itself, claiming dominion over the essence, the spirit, the heart and the blood it pumps.
The Duskspeaker is fearless.
How it started Vatnir knows not.Series
- Part 2 of Beast Of Winter Scribbles
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Harbingers say Rymrgand will arrive not with the sharpness of ice knives, but soft and silent like snow. All-embracing, quiet, understanding. The ultimate equaliser. Kin or kith, high and low – all shall know the joy of the end when their bodies rest benumb.
Endings Godlike are doomed to decay in quiet acceptance. But not Vatnir.Series
- Part 1 of Beast Of Winter Scribbles
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He hides his face in the lovingly – and crookedly – knit scarf, the fruit born through long hours of cursing and pricked fingers (“It’s almost like swinging a sword, Dammon! Until it isn’t.”). The rough wool scratches his cheeks, pinches the icy tip of his nose, but the cold is gone and nothing will ever feel better.
Dammon and Karlach turn their house into a home.
Written for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.
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- Part 4 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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The sickle of the moon, the familiar coin of the earthly sun, the wind and rain and snow – these are the promises worth keeping. A pledge sworn to the barren lands and everything that roams them is one true religion, with no capricious god or priest doing helpless guesswork. There is only earth scorched and dry, and a man carrying visions of a soothing embrace of snow.
In the illithid transformation pod, Zevlor is haunted by hopes for winter. -
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“But, as they say, talking is for others.”
Despite the gnome’s blindness, despite the cloth upon his brow, their eyes meet.
“Those who serve Gond do.”
There may be hope for the infernal engine buried in the chest of one Karlach Cliffgate. Or not.Series
- Part 3 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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One freckle, two freckles, three and four. Each equals a pat on a chest, the gentle rhythm of a heartbeat she never hears. But her heart calms, soothed. It’s no surprise: the engine works better when Dammon is around.
Taters.
Karlach is granted a day of peace.Series
- Part 2 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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That dashing, swashbuckling, bodice-ripping, cheap-novel-fuelling bravado of a cheeky rogue who set himself up for failure by longing for the unobtainable, only to… well, obtain it – that is gone. If it has ever been present, in all transparency. But it’s all right: Gale is sure, perfectly sure, that there is a lesson to be learnt from his misery and that fictional ruffians are not worth pondering upon. Being jealous of one’s imaginary alter ego is the epitome of bad taste.
The impudent bastard would probably go straight for godhood. And succeed.Gale Dekarios wants companionship. But sometimes wanting is not enough.
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Copper is soft. Easy to work with hot or cold, its malleability makes it almost akin to clay. Unlike iron, unlike alloys and blends of steel, it works along the hammer, adjusting to any shape, eager to please its smith.
Karlach is a flare of fire. Last spark among cinders.
No living being should burn so bright. And yet they do. Both of them.There are two kinds of people that survive Hell and Dammon knows it.
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- Part 1 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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“He never acknowledged that, of course. I don’t know if anything other than insult could ever slither out of his slug of a mouth. But it’s my story, dear, so I can tell you whatever I want. Astarion’s Cut. Abridged, but sprinkled with priceless commentary. For a bit of flavour.”
The fire is starting to die, both in the firepit and in her. He moves a little closer, his knees stiff from remaining in the same position for too long, his open palm upon her brow. The night is colder than he expected.While his companion fights the urge to kill him, Astarion treats her to a story.
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She remembers seeing a William Dyce exhibition once. 'Welsh Landscape with Two Women Knitting,' all in autumnal copper and burnt sienna, with a syrupy, heavy cast of light on the half-dried grass. She would look for the greying braids hiding apologetically among the rocks, brushing against the heavy skirts of the women. Nothing.
Courtney learns of destruction and creation.
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Towards the Light as the World is Ending, or Little Drabbles that Could by Lehla
Fandoms: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game), Pathfinder (Roleplaying Game)
02 Oct 2023
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Lust and fear split in half.
The sparring scene - now even shorter than in the game!A trifle, thornless silliness, is all they can afford.
Or: Daeran cares. Or doesn't. Or both.Two drabbles, short and (hopefully) sweet.
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It's summer–—and to be summer to someone's heart is what she doesn't want. It's what her mother warned her against. But summers come and go: then there is autumn and winter, and spring. There is endlessness as sun and moon switch places, colours intertwine and change.
Formerly known as Dweller by the Dark Stream - now butchered, dismembered, edited and rewritten. Including previously deleted shorties: Caladium and Hibiscus, Liminality, Merely Abandoned.
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