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*smooch!*

I just really want them to kiss :))

So I have two ideas, you can choose either one I don’t mind

So Eris and Drifter pondering over her rock

OR

The two of them in like the get along t-shirt

@spliced-individual thank you so much for the requests! I loved both ideas so much, so I figured I'd draw both hehehe XD Hope you love them, they were super fun to draw! 🤣🤣

Mara offering Eris a space in the Dreaming City for her to give birth to her daughter. In the past few months Eris had a difficult pregnancy. Now the labor happened, Eris is having a difficult time to let out the baby, she has been sweating and in pain for hours. Mara is beside her through her labor. Eris is losing a lot of blood but the baby is born. The baby didn't cry which made them scared especially Eris. While the child is being revive Eris was also dying from blood loss so it took many efforts to save them both. They both survive. At the same time Drifter arrived at the scene, he is desperate to see them both but is in relief that they're both alive. Eris woke up hours later and held their baby. Drifter named her Luna. Eris love it. Eris also thank Mara for her help.

Hi hi, so sorry for how long this story took- this month has really been a doozy 🙃 But I hope it was worth the wait, and that you'll love your story! :)) And thank you so much for the request!

Light footsteps echoed through the quiet, long hallway, reverberating off the large crystal hewn walls and high ceiling which stood proudly, gleaming and reflecting every speck of light that hit them, their glorious colors of blue and purple shooting to the floor and across the room.

  Plants stood tall in their crystal vases, their earthy smell wafting through the room and bringing about a more welcoming air.

  Mara Sov walked beside Eris, watching her steps as they cautiously traversed across the long embroidered rug.

  "My people and I can spare one of the many rooms in the palace when the time comes for your birthing," She was saying. "It is the least we can do after all of the assistance you have offered over the years."

  "Thank you, my queen. That will be greatly appreciated." Eris responded with a small smile.

  "How have these last few months of your pregnancy effected you?" Mara asked, turning a caring eye towards Eris's tired face.

  "Poorly. It has been... difficult, to say the least. It was also quiet difficult persuading Germaine to allow me to come here alone." She smiled tiredly. "He worries much, especially as of late."

  "A perfect trait for your union, I would say." Mara smiled. "Given your history of battling risks head on."

  "Yes, I suppose so. It is... nice, having someone worry for me, but not to an excessive level."

  "I am sure it is." Mara gave a nod. "When is she due?"

  "In two weeks from today." Eris replied, unable keep the note of excitement out of her voice. Then suddenly she winced, bringing a hand up to her stomach.

  "What it is?" Mara asked, allowing her concern to show as she reached out to touch Eris's arm.

  "It is... probably nothing." She said, wincing again. "Ah..."

  "It does not appear to be nothing." Mara countered, stepping in front of Eris and looking her over. "Corsairs!" She suddenly yelled, and a mere moment later two corsairs were running swiftly down the hall towards them. Mara barked orders to prepare a room and gather the techeuns, but Eris heard none of this, her head was swimming.

  She was rushed down the hall, everything passing by in a blur of colors, and before she knew it she was in one of the many crystal rooms, laying down on a table, a pillow under her head. The large room was chaos, people were running to and fro, Mara was shouting out orders to everyone, while Eris was biting back screams and clutching Mara's hand painfully tight.

  "Should we inform the Drifter?" A corsair asked as she ran up to them.

  "No..." Eris strained out before Mara could reply. "No, don't... tell him. He will... worry. Wait until... until she is born."

  Mara nodded, looking to the corsair. "You heard her. Now go, aid the others!"

  The corsair nodded, rushing along with the others to prepare as Eris began to clutch the sides of the table, sweat forming on her face as she bit back a scream that would surely not stay down for long. Mara placed her cool fingers over Eris's hand.

  "My queen, what are our designated jobs?" Asked a corsair.

  "Tanya, I trust you most with this particular assignment." She said to a nearby techeun. "Gather whomever you need and prepare to deliver the baby."

  The aforementioned techeun nodded, swiftly calling together who she needed and taking her place by the lower half of Eris's body.

  "You are doing fine, Eris." Mara said with a forced smile, hoping it looked authentic.

  But even if the smile looked fake, Eris would hardly of cared. She was in too much pain to care. After everything she'd suffered through in the Hellmouth, all the pain she had survived over the many years... childbirth was fighting desperately for it's place at the top of most painful things she had ever experienced.

  Hours passed by that way, the techeuns and corsairs never losing focus for a minute. Mara Sov standing over an exhausted and sweat coated Eris, who continued to grip the table, occasionally letting out a scream, as she attempted to birth the baby.

  "My queen..." a corsair spoke softly, having been sent by Tanya to deliver a message for the queens ear only.

  "Yes?" Mara replied, diverting her attention from Eris's painstaken face.

  "She is losing much blood. Too much."

  "But is the child coming?"

  "We belive so, yes."

  "Have any medical remedies on standby, but wait until the child is born before you aid in the blood loss. We can not risk the baby's life. She would not want that." Mara turned back to Eris, who was apparently unaware of their conversation.

  The Corsair returned to the others. A few more long drawn out moments passed, Eris screaming out with clenched teeth, Mara's hand still over her own.

  "The child, she's coming!" One of the corsairs suddenly yelled out.

  The relief on Eris's face only lasted a moment before the pain kicked in anew. But finally, after what felt like many hours, though was only another twenty minutes, the child was born.

  The corsairs let out a cheer, basking in their celebration- until they realized the baby hadn't uttered a single cry as she should have done the moment she had been born. Then Eris went limp, her hands no longer gripping the table. She was so, so tired.

  "My queen, she has lost too much blood, and the baby, she does not look well. What should-"

  "Do what you must." Mara barked, jerking towards the corsairs and techeuns. "All of you, now! Do what you must to save her and the child!"

  "Mara...?" Came Eris's tired voice. "My child... where is she? Why is she not crying?"

  "My corsairs are aiding her as we speak, Eris. Do not worry on her, she will be fine."

  Mara was not one to make such promises that could easily be broken, with nothing she could do to stop it. But she had to. Eris Morn's life was on the line, and she needed any comfort she could get.

  "Mara...?" Eris breathed out after another few minutes, still limp.

  "Yes?"

  "Am... I dying...?"

  "No, Eris-"

  "I feel... so exhausted... so tired..." she breathed out in a hoarse breath. "Please, my queen, do not lie to me."

  "You have merely had a difficult birthing, that is all. You will be better soon. You just need rest,"

  Another promise that may not come true. Eris Morn had lost too much blood, the corsairs were doing all that they could to heal her, but there was no guarantee for her survival. Mara knew this, and as she watched the green of Eris's eyes recede into thin lines, her dread began to grow.

  *  *  *

  The Drifter transmatted down from his ship faster than he ever had before, having commanded his Ghost to locate Eris, she was found in the Dreaming City, her heart rate weak. The Drifter's own beat quick and loud in his ears, his mind racing as he sped across the ground, running inside the Dreaming City castle and down the many long and winding halls until he spotted an Awoken corsair, who was guarding a large closed doorway. He approached the door, panting and out of breath.

  "Where's Eris?" He forced out with labored breathing. "Is she in here?"

  "You are her husband?" The corsair confirmed. "You can not enter currently."

  "Why the hell not?" He was so scared, he could have screamed at her- but he stopped himself, and instead forced himself to calmly ask, "Why can't I go to her?"

  "She has birthed the child, but she has lost too much blood. She is being treated for the best she can, and the child is being revived. I understand your worry, but the queen and her people need to focus, and you will merely distract them."

  "But they're alive?" He asked.

  "Yes. Both are alive currently."

  The Drifter let out a shaky breath of relief, and lowered down to the floor to sit.

  *  *  *

  Eris's eyes fluttered open, the glowing green slits growing wider. She blinked rapidly, tilting her head, trying to make out her surroundings.

  "Eris?" Came a nearby voice. That voice was so familiar... who was that?

   Her eyes searched the room until they found a loving face, a face that melted her heart. The Drifter smiled warmly, walking up to her with gentle steps, holding a bundled up figure with a little face peeking out in his arms.

  "How're you feelin'?" He asked softly, stepping closer.

  Eris gave a weak smile. "Better. She... she survived?"

  "Yep, our little Luna made it," he lowered their daughter into her waiting arms. "She's a fighter, just like you."

  "Luna?" Eris questioned, looking up at the Drifter.

  "Oh, yeah. The name just kinda came to me, when I saw her." He explained.

  Eris smiled down at the baby. "It is a wonderful name. Little Luna..."

  "I am quiet happy to see both you and your child alive." Came Mara's voice as she approached the table.

  "Mara. I thank you dearly for you assistance. I am not sure I could have survived this birthing without the aid of you and your people. Thank you."

  Mara smiled. "It is my pleasure to help you, Eris. I am just glad to see you and your child well."

  She looked to Drifter, and gave a curt nod. He inclined his head to her in gratitude.

  "I will leave you two for now," Mara continued. "Should you require anything at all, merely call for one of my corsairs."

  "Yes my queen, thank you." Eris said as Mara left. Then she looked down at Luna, smiling. She was so tired... but also quiet overjoyed.

  "I'm glad your both okay," the Drifter whispered in her ear before kissing the side of her head. Then he pulled away.

  The little baby slept peacefully as Eris Morn and the Drifter looked down on her with loving affection.

Curious of y'alls thoughts... between the two, who do y'all think would be more lovey dovey? 😘🥰

🖤They dancin'🤍

Just a lil bit of kissin' :3

Drifter and Eris practicing stasis

They having fun creating stuff with Stasis 😆🧊 Thank you so much for the request! I've never drawn ice before, so that was a cool new experience 😎

Story request

Drifter and Eris' reaction to the recordings of Chioma Esi regarding the veil and Maya Sundaresh. They're listening to the whole "veil containment" in the destiny 2 story line. I want to see their rection regarding the relationship of Chioma and Maya and how it was destroyed because they discovered the veil and Maya's obsession with it.

Thank you so much for the story request! It was a blast to write, and I hope you love it! :))

"Chioma Esi, research log: the veil. She did it! Maya connected people to the veil. Our own scientist's. And they survived."

  The recording of Chioma Esi's research log echoed throughout the room, bouncing off of the massive fish tanks teeming with life, and through the rows of plants which grew on the opposite wall, filling the silence of the large room within the H.E.L.M.

  The Drifter leaned against a sturdy railing, the circular frame of the portal which led to Ahsa's quarters standing firm behind him as he absent-mindedly flipped a jade coin through the air, sending a high pitching ding! through the room every few seconds. Eris Morn stood opposite to the holoprojector between them, which the Drifter adjusted to have play the veil containment logs, her expression forlorn as she stared down at the small glowing screen.

  "I should be happy, but… happy that all this horror wasn’t for nothing? But I’m not. I’m disgusted. In myself. In Maya. In all of us. This thing, the Veil. It’s… it’s some kind of web of consciousness. Just like the Vex network, but organic instead of artificial. It makes sense why the Vex want it. Paracausal simulations? There’d be no stopping them. I should be happy. To-to be a part of history, to solve a cosmic riddle. Happy for Maya; happy for all of us. But I’m not. I don’t feel anything. Maya is gone. The woman I knew… may as well have died when we landed on Neptune. But her ghost still haunts me… this place. I don’t know what to do. There’s a generation of children born here now. This is their home. [sighs] I don’t know what to do."

  The recording clicked off. They still had four more messages to listen to, but instead of tapping the button that would continue them, Eris walked over to the circular glass tank that sat in the center of the room, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. She watched the strange fish as they leisurely swam about, unaware of the dangers that constantly surrounded all life.

  The Drifter came up beside her a moment later.

  "Somethin' on your mind?"

  "As we have both ascertained, Maya Sundaresh was obsessive. Obsessive over the wish to gain knowledge." She watched a large frog hop through the water. "I have already heard these messages before, and I know how this ends. She could have been happy had she chosen to walk away from the veil. But she didn't... She is found dead sometime later, having allowed her obsession to drive her every thought and action, and in return it took her very life."

  The Drifter watched her, remaining silent and listening.

  "Some believe me to be obsessed with the Hive, Zavala has even called me such in the past." She turned toward the Drifter. "I wish for your thoughts on my tactics. Do I overpreocupy my time and energy on these vile creatures? Do you believe I stave myself my chances of happiness?" Her eyes locked on his, pleading for an answer. For his honesty. "You know how dire the outcome was for Dr. Sundaresh. She lost her life, refusing to be happy with what she had, with who she had... you know how important honesty is in this situation, and I urge you to be blatantly, even painfully honest if that is what is required." Eris watched him expectantly as he turned his face towards the glass, observing a school of little fish swim by, his eyes glazed over in deep thought.

  Minutes went by like that, the only sound in the room being their soft breathing, the sounds of the rippling water, and the gentle hum of the portal behind them.

  "Callin' you obsessed would be like callin' Zavala or Ikora obsessed with the Vanguard." He began, tapping his fingers along the flat surface in front of them. "All 'o you are real serious 'bout your work, you're work just happens to concern a crazy race of aliens that've killed hell of a lot of people. Now, maybe you're impassioned about the Hive, about your work... but obsessed? Nah." He turned to her. "The only thing that would be gettin' in the way of your chances of happiness is just you bein' too busy savin' the world. Heh."

  "I would make time for you. I always have."

  The Drifter smiled, arching an eyebrow. "I make you happy?"

  "Do not pretend you did not already know that." Eris turned back to the fish.

  "Heh..." The Drifter slid his hand along her arm. "But back to what we were talkin' about before. Chioma said Maya may as well of been dead when they got to Neptune... she lost herself. You ain't never done that, Moondust. You've never lost yourself, not even when you became a Hive god." He paused a moment before continuing. "Sundaresh had a chance to be happy... but in the end, she chose her work. You and her ain't the same... you're a hard worker, but you still choose to be happy, to focus on the people you got around you." He chuckled. "And in the end, that makes all the difference."

  Eris watched the Drifter's expression in the reflection of the glass, noting the way he smiled warmly at her.

  A few thoughtful minutes of silence passed before Eris finally spoke.

  "Thank you." She smiled ever so slightly. "Your words have offered me comfort."

  "Glad to hear it. You've always done the same for me." He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it.

  "Do you wish to continue our research?" Eris asked, watching a bioluminescent multi-colored fish swim past, it's long fins flapping behind it.

  "Yeah, in a minute. I'd like to research somethin' else real quick," the Drifter replied.

  Eris turned toward him. "Indeed? What?"

  He smiled, reaching out with his free hand to touch her cheek, the dark tears flowing across his fingers. And in half a second, his face was to hers, his lips gingerly kissing her own.

  "Heh! Just wanted to research what it was like to kiss a once Hive gods face." He replied when they pulled away, a triumphant smile across his lips.

  He luaghed as Eris shook her head, failing to fight off her smile.

  "You are insufferable. Come, we have more messages to listen to."

  They returned to holoprojector and continued their work, hearts lighter with the comfort of one another's words.

That was officially my 15th finished story request! Thank you so much to everyone who has sent in story requests, and in return for y'alls kindness and patience, I drew y'all a little picture of them reading together. Once again, thank you so so much, I was so not expecting I'd be writing people story requests, and I am so happy to do so :))

Just being silly 😏🙈

Just a lil bit of ✨them✨ :))

Scars

"Drifter? What are you doing here?"

  Eris opened the door of her apartment wider, admitting a wet haired Drifter inside.

  Eris wore her usual robes, but without the armor on top, maling her look somewhat more tranquil. Her hood rested over her head, concealing most of her dark hair save for a few wisps that hung around her eyes, the glowing green of her concealed pupils studying the Drifter as he entered.

  "You walked here through the rain?" She asked, noting the drops of water weighing his hair down and sparkling in his beard.

  "Yeah, uhh," he ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back. "I just happened to be in the area, so I figured I'd drop by."

  "You just happened to be in the area?" Eris asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

  "Yeah... hey, you got somethin' cookin'?" He asked suddenly, sliding past Eris and walking into the small cramped kitchen.

  "It is only instant ramen." Eris told him, pushing by him to stir the noodles bubbling in the pot on the single stove eye.

  "Instant ramen, huh?"

  "It is what I had lying in my cupboard, and I am not in the mood to go out in the rain to buy freshly made ramen."

  The Drifter shrugged. "Reckon I hear that. You can't say no to a good 'ol pack of instant ramen. Anyway, I'll leave you to your dinner, Moondust. Just wanted to drop by 'n say hello."

  He shot her a grin, sliding a hand along her arm before turning back to the front door.

  "Wait." Eris said just as his hand began to twist the doorknob.

  "Yeah?" He smirked. "You miss me already?"

  Eris looked down at the boiling noodles, then back at the Drifter. "Will you stay for dinner? I can put in another pack of noodles."

  The Drifter began to smile, but then stopped himself to ask, "you sure, Moondust?"

  "Yes. Stay. I wish for your company."

  And with those words she left the room, returning a minute later with a towel and another pack of noodles.

  "This is for your hair." She said as she handed him the hand drying towel, then put the square of hard wavy ramen into the boiling pot.

  The Drifter slipped off his bandana, letting it slide up his arm as he briskly massaged the towel around his head and through his hair.

  By the time he had his hair mostly dried, the noodles had been put into bowls, a sliced egg on the side of each.

  The Drifter set the towel down and slipped off his gloves, accepting the bowl and chopsticks that Eris held out for him, his forehead still bare.

  "Come, we may sit in here." Eris guided him to a nearby room, her own bowl of food in hand.

  It was cramped, just as the kitchen was. The room contained a bookshelf overflowing with books, a coffee table that was covered in many old and large volumes along with yellowed papers, and an old faded sofa.

  Eris sat on one end of the sofa while the Drifter sat on the other, both eating their dinner in silence, merely enjoying the sodium rich noodles and one another's company.

  The Drifter cleared his throat, having finished off the last of his food. "Thanks for the ramen, Moondust."

  "You could have made for yourself something far more appetizing and flavorful aboard your Derelict, I am sure." Eris pointed out, finishing the last of her ramen.

  "Eh, I'd rather eat pre-packaged food with you then somethin' else up on the Derelict alone." He offered her a genuine smile, his hair still a mess from when he had dried it earlier.

  Eris let out a chuckle.

  "What's funny?"

  "Your hair. It is a mess, quiet unusual from how it typically is."

  The Drifter began running his fingers through his mussed hair, trying to make it somewhat decent. Eris laughed this time, scooting across the sofa to sit beside him.

  "Here, look at me." She began to slide her nimble and calloused fingers along his scalp, smoothing out his hair the best she could.

  "This is why you are always wearing that bandana, is it not? So that your hair will not fall in front of your face?" She asked with an amused smile, brushing her fingers along the hair that had fallen over his forehead.

  "Don't mock me," the Drifter replied, grabbing his bandana.

  "No- wait," Eris interrupted him before he could slide it back on. "I like you without it."

  The Drifter opened his mouth, as if to give her some kind of clever comeback, but found he had nothing. He chuckled, turning his face away to hide his flushed cheeks.

  "It is curious," Eris finally began after a moment of awkward silence.

  "What?" The Drifter asked, meeting her gaze once again.

  "Curious that you, a weilder of the Light, bear scars across your cheeks. Why?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her eyes studying the jagged scars.

  "Oh, heh," he brought a hand up to run along one of his cheeks. "Honestly? I ain't gotta clue. Had 'em when I was rezzed." He shrugged. "Guess it's just somethin' from my old life."

  "Interesting." Eris reached out a hand. "May I?"

  The Drifter looked at her hand, then back at her with eyes full of trust. "Sure,"

  Eris brought her hand to his face, noting the way he eagerly leaned into her touch as she started at the tip of his scar and slid her finger down along it, taking in the difference of feeling between the smoothness of his skin, and the roughness of his beard.

  "You recall during when we had discovered a seed of the Tree of Silver Wings?" Eris asked, trailing down another scar.

  "Yeah. What about it?"

  "During that time when I was with the seed beneath Io, I had been attacked. Merely by a Hive's claw, but it left me injured for some time."

  "Yeah, I remember seein' you limpin' around." The Drifter said.

  "Indeed. My leg, healed, of course, but the mark remained."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yes."

  "May I?" The Drifter asked, taking his face from her palm, his gaze lingering on her knee before returning back to her regardful eyes.

  Without a word, Eris brought her hands to the bottom of her right pant leg, rolling it up with brisk neatness, the Drifter watching intently.

  She rolled it up to just above her knee, allowing the Drifter to view the scar that ran along the curve of bone and down her shin. She watched his trembling hand come closer, closer, until the tips of his fingers met gently with the pale cool skin of her scar.

  He slowly trailed his hand down the scar, studying it with an observant eye.

  "You probably got plenty more scars, huh?"

  "Quiet a few many. They trail down my arms, tear through my legs. Many have made their home across my own face," she brought a hand up to slide down the side of her face, over the blindfold. "They will forever huant me with nightmares of the past, of times that will never be forgotten. Of the dark, deafening caves of the Hellmouth, the putrid odor of the Hive, of bodies falling and rotting. The sounds as they hunted me through the everwinding darkness. Those days are unforgettable, as are the scars that have followed. Perhaps... one day I may show them to you."

  "I'd like that." The Drifter replied, meeting her eyes with a strange and rare intensity.

  "Then indeed," Eris nodded. "I will show them to you. One day."

Mara Sov — Riven's Wishes VI

Funny how Mara mentions Eris being rejuvenated and then goes on to bring up the Drifter...

Y'all catch my drift? 😏

Hello, my Darling

Little upside down kissing cause why not? 💜

Some lil sketchies of the best characters around :))

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He got her falling for his charm ✨

Just a kiss on a rainy day 💙🌧