#ephyra metaxas
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no strings attached, amirite?
ephyra metaxas and veyer krellion
(she/her and they/them respectively)
from wayfarer by @idrellegames
painted by light of my life @rickety-goose (crops under the cut)
#wayfarer#veyer x mc#ephyra metaxas#veyer krellion#okay okay we're organized#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME. E V E R Y T H I N G !!!!!#LOOK AT THEM#just absolutely enraptured by each other#their noses??? THE SOFT LOOKS#i am OBSESSED by the dimension in effie's hair#and the detail you put into veyer's tattoos#and all the little embellishments on their clothes??? YOU WENT THE FUCK OFF ON THIS REN#and turning veyer's ring into an ear cuff.... inspired.....#also.... this is a really minor thing but i love that effie looks strong than veyer because she def is#UGH! UGHHHHH!!!! I COULD SCREAM FOREVER
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Ephyra Metaxas for @coldshrugs 🧡💛
#wayfarer#wayfarer if#ephyra metaxas#things i drew#i love her palette#i know this palette like the back of my hand <3
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another @wayfarer-exchange treat for @coldshrugs. Effie and Veyer can be soft and cute if they want 🥺
#wayfarer exchange#veyer krellion#wayfarer#ephyra metaxas#veffie supremacy!!#i want them to be happy so bad
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Treat no. 2 for the @wayfarer-exchange! This time featuring @coldshrugs‘s Effie <3
#Wayfarer fanart#Wayfarer Exchange#Wayfarer MC#Ephyra Metaxas#Wayfarer IF#saph draws#fanart#been wanting to draw her for a while now so here she is!! <3#i have maybe 1 or 2 more for this week but hopefully will be able to do more later :)
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don’t shadow the light; ephyra
for @coldshrugs and her wayfarer Ephyra Metaxas as a treat through the @wayfarer-exchange ! i adore effie so much and i am so excited to see where she goes, i hope you enjoy <3
The life of a Wayfarer is not a soft one. Ephyra wields her sharp tongue as a weapon just as often as she wields her sword, and her prickly demeanor protects her as well as any armor could.
But Ephyra knows better than to close herself off entirely to the kinder sides of the world. Though moments of sweetness—genuine ones, not honeyed words used to seal a deal or earn a favor—are few and far between, Ephyra knows to treasure them when they come.
For years, Aeran is her partner in this endeavor. He’s quick with a word of encouragement, or a helping hand, or just a smile that conveys a warmth that words can’t always. When she thinks of the good things in her life, and in the world, she always thinks of him.
When they reunite after the fall of their order, Ephyra tries to find some of that old softness in Aeran. Some days, she succeeds. But others—when he feels a thousand miles from her, when he snaps at pleasantries, when just meeting his eyes is enough to make him flinch away—Aeran feels more like something once sweet gone sour. Even on his better days, Ephyra sometimes wonders if he hopes to smile sweetly enough that she’ll fail to notice what his mouth isn’t saying.
The moments that they do manage to carve out for themselves are enough, for a while. They have to be. But by the time Ephyra meets a guild mage on a clear night in Velantis, she’s already begun to wonder if, perhaps, she deserves more than the most fleeting of light moments in a life that feels so heavy.
With Veyer, she feels lighter than she has in years. They can be sharp, like her, with a wit to match, but they are also kind and soft and surprisingly sweet, and it is so easy to melt into them.
Tomorrow she will face a daunting job and, equally daunting, her best friend and the bitter words shared between them. But tonight, in the arms of someone who looks at her like she’s something precious, Ephyra dreams of a future where, just maybe, it is easier to be soft.
#wayfarer fic#ephyra metaxas#coldshrugs#cleo writes#wayfarer exchange#i love effie and hope i did her justice here <3
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JESTER THESE ARE GONNA BE SO CUTE! can i request #10 for effie 🥺
Effie was an absolute delight to draw!!
@wayfarer-exchange
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wayfarer creative exchange treat for @coldshrugs <;3 @wayfarer-exchange
There’s no other word for it than final. Ephyra stands, feet planted on the street and her back to the house, and ignores the echoing thud of her chest. In another world, another time, perhaps. If she could have said it aloud, perhaps. But neither of those things are true so Ephyra picks one foot up and places it in front of the other, pack stinging her shoulders from disuse.
She’ll get used to it again. It will be a familiar ache soon enough, a homecoming of sorts. There are many things Ephyra can’t say and one of them is that she regrets letting her shoulders loosen.
But the door is shut behind her and Ephyra will not open it again. Perhaps won’t even turn around to see the doorframe she came to view so sweetly again. She can’t say it but perhaps if she were someone else she would have. She shifts the pack on her shoulders and keeps moving forward, if nothing else Ephyra knows steps forward are better than steps back.
#effie is making me feel things azia its not fair#i really loved the relationship you've touched on with serapi so...#i hope i did effie justice with it#wayfarer#ephyra metaxas
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On the threshold: Ephyra
A gift for @coldshrugs, one of the nicest people I know ♥ I’m a huge fan of Effie!
Fandom: Wayfarer
Characters: Ephyra Metaxas, Zayah Medrash
982 words, G
The road is covered with a fine mist, and it glimmers silver beneath the moon’s light. Zayah cuts through it with ease, undeterred by the silence of the small village. She doesn’t know it’s name - doesn’t need to. It is an insignificant place on an insignificant road, and all it’s meant to do is serve as a rest stop for a single night.
Still, there’s something about the fog that is eerie - it shimmers and shivers every now and then. Ten footsteps ago she could’ve sworn she was on a boat - the scent of sea-salt was so thick it stopped her in her tracks.
Now, however, the outline of a tavern looms large, and the faint notes of music flow towards her. The wisps hovering by the door beckon warmly, and some of the tension rolls of her shoulders as she steps onto the wooden porch.
Bracing herself, she swings the door open. For an instant, the raucous cacophony makes her yearn for the gatherings at the Spire, the many bodies singing, and dancing, the atmosphere one of shared camaraderie. Then someone catches sight of her, and stills, then nudges their neighbor, who also stills, and it goes on and on till everyone is unmoving and staring at her.
Great.
Sighing, she slinks her way towards the bar. A path is cut open for her, the occupants sweeping to the sides to avoid contact. Zayah thinks she hears someone mutter about another one, but steadfastly ignores them - until she catches sight of the bar.
It is unoccupied, save for a lone figure seated in the very middle. They’re shorter than her, with auburn-red hair worn in locs trailing down what she’s certain is a lithe, muscular back. The many metal cuffs and hoops decorating their hair wink at her in the gentle light of the room. They’re dressed in armor that’s similar to hers - sturdy, well-worn, patched in several places - and their hip bears a weapon much like hers. Zayah’s eyes widen at the sight of Alassar steel, and she takes a step closer. A familiar sensation assails her - a certain kind of placidity, a discernable vacuum, an sensate absence - and it has her freezing in place.
Another Wayfarer.
Heart hammering wildly in her throat, she sidles her way next to the stranger. “Is this seat taken?” she asks, running her tongue over chapped lips.
The stranger turns their head. Zayah is struck by how beautiful they are. She’s mesmerized by the golden eyes, nearly hidden by a heavy-lidded gaze. Freckles are scattered across tanned skin, making her fingers twitch with the urge to count each one. She feels herself flush beneath the stranger’s gaze.
“No,” they say at last. As Zayah slides into the seat next to theirs, they murmur, “You’re a Wayfarer, but I don’t recognize you.”
“I don’t recognize you either,” she leans back, happy to observe them take a sip from their wineglass. “I’m Zayah,” she offers. “Zayah Medrash.”
“Ephyra Metaxas,” the woman offers a graceful hand. Zayah shakes it, noting the many callouses on the palm, so much like her own. “Where are you from, Zayah?”
Zayah orders a tankard of mead before shrugging. “Doesn’t matter,” she quips. “Without the Spire–” she shrugs again. Ephyra nods once, a silent acknowledgement. “What about you?” she asks. “What are you doing here?”
Ephyra takes another drink. “I’m just doing what we all do,” she murmurs. “Making my way towards the next job.”
“Yeah,” Zayah sighs, holding out her tankard. Ephyra clinks her glass against it neatly, and the two women take a drink at the same time.
As they converse, nothing seems to make sense. They’re both from a Spire that has Sero, Cenric and Varyn, both occupied the same room within the fortress, both claim Aeran as a close childhood friend. They’ve lived through the Vestran civil war, and the falling of the Spire. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet, here they are.
“Do you know the name of this place?” Zayah asks at last.
Ephyra frowns. A freckle dots either end of the furrows on her forehead. “No,” she says at last. “I know there was a signpost, but I can’t seem to remember what it said.”
“Same.” They’re both leaning against each other, shoulder to shoulder, arm pressed to arm, and it is so wonderfully comfortable. Their conversation is punctuated with a myriad casual touches - a clap on the back, hand on the shoulder, a half-hug when needed. So by the time Ephyra - Effie, as she’s asked to be called - rests her head on Zee’s shoulder, it is the most natural thing in the world.
“I think,” Ephyra muses, “that we’re in a liminal space. This place,” she gestures about her, “serves as a kind of crossroads.”
“Crossroads?”
“We’re not from the same world,” she explains sagely. “You have yours, and I have mine. That’s why we’ve never met before.”
“Oh,” Zee says, her heart sinking. Effie’s words make sense, but it also means that she might never meet her again. “That… makes sense.”
“It’s a pity,” Effie sighs and straightens. There’s something tired about her, tired and fragile and worn, like her shoulders are weighed down with too many burdens. Zee hates that they’ve clearly been through so much, but a part of her understands. Their life was never destined to be an easy one. “It would have been nice to have another Wayfarer around,” she drinks the last of her wine, “someone who understands.”
“Well,” she glances around, mildly surprised to see that they’re alone. Seizing the sudden brashness that strikes her, she leans in and brushes her lips across the curve of Effie’s cheek. Her skin is so soft, and so warm, and she smells of the wine she’s been drinking. “No matter what happens, we’re always going to be friends.”
Effie grins, and it’s Zee’s turn to rest head on her shoulder.
#wayfarer fic#wayfarer#ephyra metaxas#zayah medrash#when i tell you i was nervous about writing this#that's an understatement#i was terrified!#but i love effie so i had to do it :D#roguelioness writes
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here's a commission done for @coldshrugs of their lovely Wayfarer MC, Ephyra Metaxas!
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Close your eyes and picture the sun. That’s what it felt like to love her; warmth. — Atticus, @/atticuspoetry
Ephyra Metaxas for @coldshrugs for the @wayfarer-exchange ! 💚
#muah 💋#wayfarer#lilas art#i hope you love her as much as I loved drawing working on this <33#wayfarer exchange
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Another treat for the @wayfarer-exchange! This time it’s @coldshrugs’s Ephyra Metaxas who I love with all my heart 💖
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literally sobbing over this, don't look at me
effie metaxas from the amazing @griever-receiver
#ephyra metaxas#wayfarer mc#????????????? GIRL WHAT????????#she looks so GOOD i love this#you made her such a babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AND HER FRECKLES!!! HER EYES!#ALL THE GOLD!#can i tell you i'm dying over her lip shape here.... bye. BYE#grief i'm inconsolable tbh like. you've made my night! my week!#thank you thank you thank yoU!
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A small gift for @coldshrugs, featuring Wayfarer Ephyra Metaxas. That you for being you, Azia, and for joining me in being utterly normal about Veyer ;). This was inspired in by this lovely art by @ranyani-arts and by Azia’s writing.
Fandom: Wayfarer IF | Words: 501 | Read on ao3
Veyer Krellion x Ephyra Metaxas | future | romance
rating: Teen. Fluff, slice of life, some time in the future, established relationship
Laughter
It was nice for Ashani to offer the Order’s safehouse, as they claim it is. Or maybe nice wasn’t quite right. A sense of guilt might have played in, Veyer supposes. Whatever Ashani’s reason, they can’t complain.
They brush their hand against Ephyra’s as they walk through the modest garden. The place is tucked away in Ithyria, and the tiny garden is private, as is the house itself. They have no idea how long Ashani has been the owner, perhaps centuries. Long enough that the house isn’t associated with Lethalis or perhaps even The Guild of Mages. Very convenient, and Veyer suspects the house is simply one of many Ashani has access to.
Ephyra stops, admiring the large orchids growing in pots on the wall. They’re stuck there with magic, but they don’t bother warning her. If they fall, they fall. They’re still a little curious about how her abilities works, but mostly it doesn’t matter. It matters that when she touch them, the burning inside of them ceases.
Ephyra touches the soft petal of the delicate flowers.
“Pretty.”
“Yes.”
They walk on, circling the small pond, the water feature somewhat predictably taking up most of the outdoor space. Every time her hand brushes theirs it’s like drawing a fresh breath of air. They give in to it, and grasps her hand. She lets them, with a small smile and something akin to triumph in her eyes. They flick their thumb across Ephyra’s hand in slow deliberate motions.
The garden isn’t big, and soon they’ve circled the pond and admired the rest of the exotic flowers.
“Let’s explore the inside?”
“Of course, Ephyra dear.”
They had decided to walk the garden first, each of them slipping inside the hidden door – hidden to them at least, possibly not to Ephyra – using Ashani’s passphrase.
The house isn’t big; a sitting room connected to the garden, a kitchen and dining room, and a stair leading upstairs. Ephyra lets go of them and throws herself on a divan in the sitting room.
Veyer sits on the other end, and Ephyra throws her legs across their lap.
“Tell me a story. Something funny, or embarrassing from court.”
“Do you think the nobility has a habit of making fools of themselves for your entertainment, my dear?”
They slide their hands up her legs and her pants are heavy, offering no reprieve, no contact with her skin. Their banter isn’t new, but this is – the delay of gratification, spending time together before the inevitable crash together in bed. Or if they’re lucky, on this divan. They can wait.
“Perhaps not for me, but for you. Or are you telling me truly nothing ever happens?”
They know the well muscled legs underneath her clothes; they know every scar on them. Veyer tries not to think too much of what that means.
“Barely,” but they grin and launch into a story, only embellishing slightly. Ephyra’s laughter is worth it, and they try not to think too much of that either.
#wayfarer#wayfarer fanfiction#veyer krellion#veyer krellion x mc#veyer / ephyra#veffie#I hope I captured the dynamics#and that this make sense#also spilling ashani headcanons out of my pockets don't mind me#I want this relationship to grow and change so badly#ahh thank you for being you#hope you enjoy#viking writes#published 10/28/2022
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oc-tober day 02! with @coldshrugs's wayfarer effie <3
#ephyra metaxas#tags are eluding me today#aeran you better treat her right#art goose#oc tober#coldshrugs#oc tober 2021
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oc-tober 2021 is finished! I know I kinda limped my way through this year (adjusting to working again will do that) but I did manage to finish for the fourth year in a row!
thanks y’all for letting me borrow your characters and drawing a whole lovely smattering of them! every year i wish i could draw more of them ;--;
who is who under the cut!
1. pollux bixby (mine)
2. levy graham -- @possumgeist
3. oren malloch -- @syrcus
4. rae jung -- @bitchesofostwick
5. ephyra “effie” metaxas -- @coldshrugs
6. pippa hawke -- @captaintiny
7. nemo ainsley -- @starrypawz
8. una moore-- @sidestepping
9. november “noa” caine -- @marshalortega
10. walter luna -- @danielsullivan
11. charlie -- @rickety-goose
12. riley owens -- @kittlesandbugs
13. silas king -- @waspgrave
14. theo west -- @ellstersmash
15. katerina irakleidis -- @rosewoodcasket
16. rabbit winslow-- mine
17. tammy newman -- @mybookswerealltome
18. faustus valentine -- @veeples
19. kindcaid anderson -- @attraeus
20. leigh bennett -- @th-ink-first
21. aimee lin -- @losingface
22. antoine duman -- @punkranger
23. jericho lee thompson -- mine
24. rue basri -- @spike-spiegel-is-jewish
25. enasali lavellan -- @jewishtabris
26. valerie kalesko -- @winterkeys
27. nathair chernobog -- @sysba
28. nyx shepard -- @full---ofstarlight
29. einar helguson-reed -- @nephaltis
30. akos -- @pearl-kite
31. river lee -- @sdorran
#myart#oc-tober 21#im sorry for @ everyoen sdakfjjsad#thank you all again this was so much fun ;--;#i love. drawing oc's#but i am excited to get back to drawing whatever whenever sdfjsd#no offense but one month is enough for me lolol
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catching a cold heart
A lil @wayfarer-exchange crackfic treat for @coldshrugs featuring her beloved Ephyra Metaxas. Here at last is the long-promised (threatened?) Effiro ship :D
A thin trail of ominous soot drifts upwards to the heavens from the tower. Even though it’s been a familiar sight these past days, it still brings a sense of foreboding to Oshiro’s stomach - only now it’s even worse what with the insane plan Anaxes has cooked up. He snorts to himself. No good will come out of bringing Wayfarers into this mix - it’s foolishness to think otherwise.
A thread snags on his ribs and knots itself in his chest when he thinks of one particular wayfarer. Metaxas was elegant and poised, and though her eyes had flashed with heat at several points in the discussion, she’d maintained her calm. For all he distrusted her kind, there was something magnetic about her, a indescribable quality that had him uncomfortably aware of her presence from the moment she walked in to the moment he left.
The rustling of leaves alerts Oshiro, telling him he’s no longer alone. Even so, he’s startled to see Metaxas step around the corner, her black serithan fluttering prettily in the wind. She freezes at the sight of him - that knot grows tighter and more uncomfortable - her expression immediately smoothing over into one of calm equinamity.
“Archsage,” she greets with a graceful nod.
“Wayfarer Metaxas,” his tongue is three sizes too big for his mouth. In this gentle dusk her skin glows, the many cuffs decorating her auburn locs twinkling beneath the soft golden sunlight. Her half-lidded gaze appraises him and leaves him feeling like he’s been taken measure of and found wanting. A flush suffuses his cheeks as he recalls the manner in which he’d spoken to her during the meeting, and shame has him dropping his gaze to the ground.
The silence between them is thick and awkward. He can’t bear it. He cannot stand to know that someone as beautiful as she is might think him arrogantly cruel. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out with all the grace of a sinking stone. At her raised eyebrow, he adds, “For what I said during the meeting. I was… I chose my words poorly. You are no lesser than I am for your lack of magic, and it was wrong of me to have implied otherwise.”
She’s silent for several long moments, and he fights to not squirm beneath those golden eyes. “You’re forgiven, archsage.”
The relief that flows through him is immeasurable. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. “Allow me to make it up to you. My quarters are close by - would you like to stop by for some a drink?”
Again, she raises that elegant brow, and a smirk blooms on that beautiful mouth. “I could be persuaded to accompany you for some wine.” She takes a step closer to him. “If you ask me nicely.”
He would beg. For her, he would cast aside his pride and fall to the ground on his knees, and plead for the opportunity to be further enthralled by this wondrous being. Without hesitation, Oshiro kneels, coating the pristine trousers of his abberan with mud and uncaring that the stains might never wash out. His mouth is bone-dry, and he has to lick his lips before he speaks. “Please, Wayfarer,” he’s left reeling by the power she radiates, “please grace my humble quarters with your presence. Please.”
Stars are forged in the brilliance of her smile. “Certainly, archsage.” Even as he’s looking up at her, she bends till their faces are but inches apart. “But why don’t you call me Ephyra?”
#wayfarer exchange#this was long overdue#(my apologies to miss ephyra who is very magnificent and whom i adore)#i was giggling as i wrote this#roguelioness writes
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