noxied
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
When the Pyro Archon dreams up an impossible machine. A vehicle to traverse cliffs, water, and even the skies. She turns to the only person capable of bringing it to life—Xilonen, the begrudging blacksmith who would rather nap in the sun than entertain another one of Mavuika’s wild ideas.
Kinda inspired by Mavuika’s Flamestrider story. (But MORE mavuinen)
-
Tags
Summary
Xilonen’s eyes widened, and her jaw went slack for a moment before she managed to speak. “You wore them into an explosion?” The question escaped her, half incredulous, half exhausted.
“Well, yeah! They’re supposed to be tough, right?” Mavuika’s signature grin returned, though there was an unmistakable tinge of awkwardness behind it. She gave a small shrug, as if that somehow justified everything. “I figured they could handle it.”
Xilonen closed her eyes for a long moment, pressing her fingers to her temples as if trying to physically push away the rising tide of exasperation. This woman… She inhaled deeply, holding onto her last thread of patience. Every encounter with Mavuika stretched it a little thinner, and today was no exception.The Pyro Archon has a knack for breaking things—especially her sunglasses. And every time they shatter, she finds herself back at Xilonen’s workshop.