You Heard The Man.

You heard the man.

Don't look too closely or you'll see the exact moment I lost momentum for the piece ;-; I really did love this piece though! I had a ton of fun especially on Eris' freaky ball thingy

Hehe and with that, ima go for now, and imagine lil stories in my head of Eris and Drifter being cute and smoochy 😌

Confidence

Hehe... made a lil story where Eris helps Drifter be more confident... I just want them to share some sweet tender moments together, it's what they deserve :]

"Hey, Eris?" Came the Drifter's voice from over the old radio which sat upon the dusty table surface.

  Eris peeked her head up from the volume she was reading, sliding her nimble fingers across the pages and dog earing her place before shutting the book and returning the Drifter's call.

  "It is quiet late, is it not?" She greeted him.

  "Yeah, but I figured you'd still be up."

  "Indeed, I am." Eris replied. "What is it that you want?"

  "For you to come meet me somewhere."

  "Hmm... where?" She asked.

  "It's a surprise. Just meet me at these coordinates I'm sendin' over." He replied, his voice revealing nothing.

  "These coordinates, they are on Earth. Where are you taking me? Why all this secrecy?"

  "Like I said, it's a surprise, Moondust." He replied vaguely. "Meet me there in a few minutes. Trust."

  *  *  *

  "You wished to meet atop a cliffside?" Eris asked bluntly, approaching the dark figure ahead which she ascertained was the Drifter.

  The Moon's light gleamed off his wide toothed grin. "Yeah. Wanted to show you somethin'. C'mon,"

  He reached out and took Eris's hand, his grip tight but not painful, and walked them forward. They were still quiet far from the cliffs edge, but the Drifter made sure to be slow and careful as he guided them over to a large rock portrududing the somewhat clear area.

  "Why did you bring me here?" Eris asked as they sat beside one another on the hard rock. "And what was the purpose of coming so late at night?"

  "That," the Drifter pointed ahead of them, directing Eris's attention to the large glowing sphere which hovered high in the sky.

  The Moon was full and bright, bathing everything it could in it's soft white light, and sending the things that it couldn't into harsh and darkened shadows.

  "You admire it." Eris said, somewhat surprised by the awe reflected in the Drifter's grey eyes.

  "It's beautiful, ain't it?" He asked, looking back at her.

  "I did not take you for one to appreciate nature to such an extent." Eris admitted, her three eyed gaze returning to the Moon. "But yes, it is quiet a marvel."

  "Heh, yeah..."

  The gentle chirping of crickets filled the silence that made up the next few minutes, their shrill song one that Eris happily accepted in that peaceful moment.

  "Why did you wish for me to see this?" Eris asked, finally breaking the silence.

  After a thoughtful moment, the Drifter slowly began to tell her, "This is special to me... seein' the Moon so big and bright like it is tonight. I always come up here when it's like this, watichin' it for hours till the sun starts risin'. And I reckon I wanted to share this moment that's come to mean a lot to me, with someone else who's come to mean a lot to me, too." He looked over at her. "Does that make sense?"

  Eris contemplated his answer, the meaning behind it, the weight of his voice as he told her how much it meant- how much she's come to mean. She looked back at him.

  "Yes. That makes sense."

  "Does this mean anythin' to you?" He asked, hoping Eris hadn't caught the quiver in his voice.

  "On normal circumstances, had I seen this alone, it would be merely a feigning glance. A feeling which would be gone in an instant had it even arisen, a moment that would soon fade from memory and conscience." She studied the curves and dents of the Moon's surface. "But here, with you having shown me this?" She now studied his face. "Yes. It has grown to mean far more to me, than it ever would in any other circumstance, or with any other person."

  She added on the last part, curious of what the Drifter would do with it, how he would interpret the meaning behind the words.

  He squeezed her hand tighter, reminding her that her palm was still against his own, as he tangled their fingers together and cleared his throat.

  He was no longer looking at her, but had returned his eyes to the full bright orb ahead of them, his expression a mix of both joy and apprehension.

  "Why does your countenance reflect tension?" Eris finally asked after a few more minutes of cricket chirping.

  He remained silent. So silent and for so long, Eris wondered if he had decided to ignore her, until finally he said, "you ever have somethin' you wanna tell someone so bad, but you don't know how to say it? And your scared your gonna mess everthin' up with that person cause your so afraid?"

  It was Eris's turn to remain silent for a few long minutes, leaving the Drifter to listen to the sound of crickets.

  "I have found," Eris began eventually. "That the best cure for a situation such as the one you have suggested, is to acknowledge what you wish to speak. Otherwise, you allow that worry to burrow in your mind, letting it to dig deeper and fester longer." She kept her gaze on the Moon as she spoke. "If you trust this person, then speak to them your truth, Germaine. And do not allow your fear to get in the way of your conviction."

  The Drifter no longer looked toward Eris or the Moon, but instead moved to staring down at the cracked rock surface beneath them.

  "If you wish to have this time alone and in silence, I will leave." Eris offered.

  "No, no, stay. Please." The Drifter said, still gripping her hand in his own trembling one. "Just... gimme a minute."

  And that way they sat for some few cricket filled minutes, the Drifter staring down at the rocks, Eris studying the Moon and the way its soft light fell atop everything, glittering against the rocks scattered around.

  Finally the Drifter sighed. "You know why I brought you here, right?"

  "You said earlier that I had come to mean a lot to you." Eris answered.

  "Yeah..." he turned his face towards her. "And I meant what I said. You... you mean more to me than anyone else."

  Eris returned his keen gaze, their eyes locked on one another, daring the other to break the silence that followed with his confession.

  Without a word, Eris freed her hand from the Drifter's clinging grasp. She then grabbed his wrist and lifted both their hands, bringing his shaking fingers to her cheek, watching an expression of astonishment wash over his face. Then she took her hand away, leaving his hovering there, pressed against the eternal tears that flowed down her face.

  The Drifter sucked in a shivering breath and leaned closer to her. Their faces were so close, noses gently touching, until finally the Drifter leaned in a little closer, their lips touching in a soft kiss.

  Eris could tell he was scared, afraid to allow his emotions to guide him after all the pain he had already suffered through in his hundreds of years of living. When he kissed her, it was a nervous kiss, his lips only barely meeting her own, lingering there for a long and unfamiliar moment.

  He pulled away swiftly, taking his face from hers and pointing it away, refusing to meet her eyes or the glow of the Moon. Eris let out a dismal sigh as she stared back at the Moon once again.

  "Why did you do that?" She finally asked.

  "Do what?" He replied.

  "Pull away." She watched him turn his head back toward the Moon, it's light reflecting in his eyes

  "I... I didn't do it right. The kiss." He clarified, clearing his throat.

  After a moment Eris spoke again. "I believe you overthought the moment, Drifter."

  "What d'you mean?" He asked, his voice quiet, shoulders slouched.

  "I did not force you to kiss me, that was an act done solely by you and through your courage. I merely encouraged it when I brought your hand to my face." Eris told him. "You gathered your valor on your own, but allowed it to slip away when we touched, overthinking the way our lips met, and discerning whatever ways you believed you had done inadequately."

  "I don't understand..." The Drifter confessed.

  "You were brave enough to kiss me, and only failed by the end when you pulled away, allowing your nerves and overthinking, to get the better of you- to tell you you had done poorly, when the truth is quiet the opposite." She explained more simply.

  "It didn't feel strange to you?" He asked her.

  "It only felt peculiar when you pulled away in fear." Eris informed him.

  "Huh..."

  "Stop doubting yourself, Germaine. These anxieties will not help you grow, they will only hold you back. And now, if you wish to keep to your thoughts, I will be going." She started to stand until the Drifter reached out with asp-like speed, grabbing her wrist and looking up at her.

  "Please, Eris, stay."

  Eris considered his plea for a moment, noting the way he called her by her true name, not by any nickname.

  She sat beside him once again.

  Another moment of silence later and the Drifter had slid closer to her, their legs touching as he leaned into her.

  Eris watched him with curiosity, her eyes studying his face. He looked less nervous than he had earlier, and Eris spotted a spark of confidence within his grey eyes. He sat there, motionless, letting a few seconds pass them by before he parted the space between them and kissed her again.

  Eris stayed still, letting him kiss her as she noted the way he had come in quicker this time, his touch carrying more confidence. He stayed there, unmoving, letting the sound of crickets chirping pass them by. And just when Eris was sure he'd pull away, he brought his palms to her cheeks and pulled her tear covered face closer.

  Eris would have allowed that moment to continue on for quiet some time had the Drifter kept his face against hers, but eventually he began to slowly pull away, his eyes opening to study Eris's own. Their faces were still close, his hands still holding her cheeks, their eyes searching one another through the moonlight. Then finally, the Drifter's lips began to twitch up in a smile, Eris's doing the same, and in another moment he leaned in and began kissing her again.

  The moment was calm and tranquil, their warmth being shared as their lips unified, the Drifter touching her with a courage that Eris had not felt in him ever before. They were happy.

  They countinued that way, joyously sharing enraptured kisses and growing in their love and tenderness for one another, for a while longer, the Moon remaining bright, sending it's gentle white illuminance down on the two figures sitting atop the rock.

  The Drifter's courage grew thanks to Eris Morn, and they both obtained joy through it, pressing their lips together again and again, relishing in the taste, touch, and warmth through the night.

Soft lil late night smoochy sketch hehe

yes, kept-confidence, yes, do as baede-6 has suggested, make them kiss 👀 that too will heal your inner child 🥺🙏

I spend big girl money on things that will heal my inner child, hehe

😳stranger, just look away, let them enjoy kissy smoochy time~ it's what they both deserve 💞

this is absolutely what happened in beyond light and no one can tell me otherwise