Brighid - Blog Posts
Second day of femslash feb: Morag x Brighid 💜💙 I'd pictured this scene at the end of Xenoblade Chronicles 2, knowing their Kingdom will be save finally they can be there for eachother
I’m about to post some random ass doodles I still have flying around on my phone, including my Antasma Gijinka and that Alphine all the way back from 2016 xD
Brighid is an embrace that ends with the gifting of a sword. She is the morning greeting from the cat, the steam coming off the pot of soup, the vibrations humming from the crystal. She is the fluttering of pages and the smell of wet ink. She is red hair and a green dress with hot-iron burn marks–she is cadence and comfort and coal-sparks lighting the night.
A commission of Brigid for @bloodtreachery (awww, it was SUCH a pleasure to do it!). I put an emphasis on her aspect as a poet, hence the fire of poetry ablaze! The poem in the flames is a liberal translation of these lines from The Hosting of the Sidhe into Old Irish (courtesy of my wonderful husband):
...if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.