#loquaerryn
POV: ur pretty ex husband is being too pretty :/
I want loquaerryn fan fiction.
They own my soul now.
✨cure wounds✨
finale tonight, I’m still taking emotional damage from ep. 3 :’)))
*throws up some Laerynn/Loquatius ?? content that I threw on twitter*
(no beta we fall like Avalir)/also untitled
Laerynn knew when she took Quay’s hand beneath the arc of Issylran violets twined with gold that their time would together be finite. When they separated, she told herself that it was merely hastening the inevitable.
She stands here now surrounded by death and destruction with Loquatius’ arms wrapped around her, the scent of their blood mingling with ashes of Avalir. Her life’s work torn asunder. And yet, selfishly, she can’t regret anything. Instead of having to exist in a world without him, she can die in his arms.
Headcanon that Loquatius gave Laerryn her RingBracelet of Masks
