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Under the Stars ~ Eiland x Reader
a Fields of Mistria oneshot about stargazing at the Western Ruins! <3 // [ao3]
“We’re almost there!” Eiland’s hair shone in the moonlight as he waved you on, his eyes sparkling as he scrambled over the rocks. His excitement was contagious, and you found yourself echoing his breathless laughter as the two of you drew closer to the Western Ruins. “You’ve never seen anything like this, I promise,” he called over his shoulder, sliding down the dirt walls of the digsite. You followed much less gracefully, tumbling down after him in a puff of dusty earth.
“Ah, perfect!” Eiland sprawled out next to you, heedless of his fine clothes, and folded his arms behind his head. “One step ahead of me as always.” He grinned. “Look up.”
You let your gaze follow where he was pointing, straight into the night sky above you. “Oh wow…”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wow.” You lay side by side in the sand under an inky veil dotted with countless stars. It felt as if the town had vanished, leaving no one on Earth but you and Eiland to witness the spectacle of the Mistrian sky.
“This is my favorite place in the world.” He stared up as he spoke, a gentle vulnerability in his tone. “It makes me feel so small, in the best way. I need that sometimes.” He turned to face you and tucked his hand under his chin like a little kid. “Do you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“Shh. Close your eyes for a second.” He reached for your hand and pressed your palm flat into the earth. With your eyes closed, the sounds of the summer night multiplied, Eiland’s soft breaths a top note to the symphony of cicadas and rustling grass. A thrill ran through you that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. His hand rested heavily on yours, as warm and soft as the sand itself. His touch grounded you, and as you cast your senses outward you felt something deep and peaceful settle on your shoulders.
“Underneath us lies hundreds, thousands of years of history. People were born here, built homes here, had their own children here, died and were mourned and buried here. There are whole lifetimes scattered across this sand, this earth.” His voice was reverent, and you kept your eyes closed almost unthinkingly, letting him sweep you into his story.
“All of that history beneath us, and the whole universe above us, so close you could reach out and brush the stars.” He gently curled his fingers into your palm, intertwining your hands. “It makes me feel so insignificant, but at the same time so connected to everything…like everything that matters is right here.”
You loved the way that Eiland got so excited when he talked about his passions. You could listen to him wax poetic about ancient art and lost civilizations forever. But when you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you, his cheeks turned the same shade as his hair by a soft blush.
You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him for a moment, entranced by the way he looked at you, hopeful and vulnerable and gentle all at once. “I do feel it, Eiland,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather share this place with than you.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “There are stars in your eyes.”
It was your turn to blush, and you stammered an answer. “You…look really pretty right now, okay?”
Eiland laughed. “No I mean literally, the stars are reflected in your eyes!”
You threw your arm over your face, embarrassed, and he kept laughing as he pulled it back down. He smirked at you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “You think I’m really pretty?”
“Shut up, Eiland!” You laughed too, both of you giddy and blushing at each other. You moved closer, your shoulders touching as the two of you quieted and turned back to the sky. “But yes, I do.”
You could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you’re really pretty too. As stunning and delicate and mesmerizing as an Alda Gem Bracelet!” There was the Eiland you knew, ever the archaeologist.
Hand in hand, you watched the stars wheel over your heads. Eiland named every constellation he could see and eagerly explained the meanings they had held for Mistria’s past civilizations.
He tore his eyes away from the heavens to look at you every so often, his eyes sparkling like you were one of his precious artifacts.
Somewhere between retellings of long-lost legends you had drawn closer and closer together until you were snuggled into Eiland’s chest. He wrapped one arm around you while he gestured into the sky with the other, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.
A shooting star fell just above you in a sudden streak of silver-green light. You both jumped, twin cries of “Did you see that?!” that dissolved into laughter.
“Make a wish!”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I can hardly think of anything to wish for. I wouldn’t change anything about this moment.” His voice dropped, almost shy. “Would you?”
“Maybe one thing.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Eiland sucked in a breath as you smiled against his skin.
“Oh…” He traced the spot where your lips had been with shaky fingers, wide-eyed and star-struck. A pale golden light spilled over the horizon, the first hint of daybreak. The stone ruins around you were backlit, and Eiland’s pink waves were haloed with the sunrise. You stayed curled together until the last star winked out. He never let go of your hand.
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an: if you made it this far, I would love to make more FOM moots!! I'm so in love with this game rn whew <3 hoping to write with Balor and March soon!
Oh my GOSH THIS IS SO CUTE ANDHDJSNSBSH THANK YOUUU I love this so much 😭
Hi! I saw your post about asking moots who play Mistria to send you a request- is it okay if I send one? (Feel free to delete if not)
Could I request Eiland teaching you to play Dungeons and Drama ? I really wanna join in with them on game nights :c no pressure, though! And thank you :D
SUMMARY: eiland walks you through balor's D&D campaign.
COMMENTS: oh when i tell you i had a BLAST with this one. IVE NEVER PLAYED D&D HAVE MERCY ON ME. winter yearning is getting to me bad i miss cold weather. it makes me feel shit.
Eiland’s hand is warm in yours as you enter the Inn, the crisp night air rushing into the toasty warm building. Eiland takes great care in making sure you get inside first, his eyes trained on the scarf he wrapped around your neck and the cloak he let you borrow (read: forced you to wear.)
His chilly hands brush the bare skin of your neck as he adjusts the scarf, brow pinched in concentration. He looks so lovely when he takes care of you, pretty lips pulled into a cute frown and eyes focused entirely on you.
“Eiland, love, I’m okay.” you place your equally chilly hands over his, your mouth barely peeking out over the scarf.
He exhales softly, meeting your gaze, “I’m sorry darling, I just wanted to make sure—”
“Hey lovebirds! Over here!” a voice you recognize as Balor’s calls out to you, and when you turn he’s sitting at their usual table and waving you over.
It seems the rest of the players left two empty seats right next to each other, much to your embarrassment and Eiland’s delight.
“Well, Balor’s the DM this time around?” Eiland says, sounding far less soft than when he was talking to you, “It’ll be interesting to see what you have in store for us!”
You tune out the small talk, thanking Eiland quietly as he pulls out a chair for you, then sits down himself. The details of your character you made with Eiland rotate through your mind like a windmill, and you make doubly sure you haven’t forgotten a single thing. He was all too excited to help you pick out a race and a class and a bunch of other words you weren’t exactly sure about, he helped you roll for certain attributes and chatted your ears off about what each roll meant.
You were delighted to see him so excited. To think people got tired of his rambling about artifacts and history and fantasy. To think you were special enough for him to tell you everything first. To think you were sitting with him now, at the end of your fourth year in Mistria, planning on staying here forever and never seeing the capital again.
To think you found the love of your life here, in a town you came to help out with the promise of land.
“Are you ready, darling?” Eiland asks, smiling brighter than the lights in the Inn as he takes your hand, squeezing it.
You feel a surge of affection crash over your, your lips spreading into a wobbly, lovesick smile.
Oh, he looks so pretty.
“Yeah, yeah I am.” you reply, relaying the characteristics of your character and proudly showing off the dice set Eiland procured for you.
Balor jokingly offers to buy them off of you, saying they’re as pretty as real gemstones, but Eiland shoots that idea down faster than you can open your mouth.
And the campaign begins.