3I started playing Dark souls 3 again. Plenty of waifus to choose from and plenty of lore and depressing moments to delve into. Naturally this got my creative juices flowing and I figured we could always do with a romantic Dark Souls fanfic~
I hope you enjoy~
He was their only hope, an Ashen One, one who failed to link the flame and was burnt to a pitiful pile of ash.
But these were desperate times, the lords had left their thrones. She could feel the first flame gently wither, growing weaker with each passing second.
There was so much pressure, and despite what the little lord Ludleth and the handmaiden said, she kept bringing herself to grow more concerned. The mind of an Ashen one was simple, as was their purpose. They were meant to be consumed by the flame, relations with them were strictly professional. Any attempt to grow closer to him, would only end in pain.
But even then, she couldn't help but sense some form of sentience from him. She could feel his eyes on her whenever he walked past her, or whenever he offered up souls to her. She wanted to believe he was something more, that he was truly alive.
She didn't know what he looked like, not exactly anyway. But one did not need to see someone to grow close to them. His touch on her burnt hands filled her with a forbidden warmth, she could feel Ludleth staring at her with discontent whenever she felt this way, he could tell she was growing closer to him.
She heard the whispers of the bonfire and soon the footsteps of person where heard approaching her. These foot patterns were undoubtedly the Ashen One's.
"Welcome home, Ashen One. Speak thine heart's desire"
He did not say anything, instead she heard the shuffling of his armor as he grabbed something from his pouch, his warmth grew more intense as he held his arm out towards her. Was he...giving her something?
She held her hand out and grasped at the air in front of her, her hand coiling around thin, stiff strands. She felt his group loosen and she brought the bundle of items closer to her chest, running another hand up the strand, her touch being met with small soft textures.
"Ashen One...Are these, flowers?" The Ashen one nodded. The fire keeper couldn't help but blush slightly. Thankful for her mask.
"I-I see...I am grateful, Ashen one...They are beautiful..." She clutched them to her chest tightly, her companion walked off. Perhaps to do business with the other folk around the Shrine.
Honestly, it was hard to see him as just a tool when he acts like this...She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Did the Ashen one know their fate? Were they taunting her? Or perhaps they were just trying to make the best out of what time they had...
She wished there was another way, a way he could live. She wouldn't mind tending to the bonfire by his side for all eternity...
Yeah, its short. Bite me. This isn't really gonna be a story, more like a series of one shots that are loosely connected. If you have a request feel free to send it via a review or a PM. I'd love to write more into this.
