can you imagine being Essek and watching this tiefling on a total power trip turn into a 10 feet tall--incredibly ripped??--god and kill the boy you're catching feelings for?? And brand you with some kind of evil cursed hivemind magic you're worried might corrupt you forever?? This thing that your friends swear was once family, but all you see is something monstrous and otherworldly and tearing himself apart at the seams, screaming when all their loved ones call out to him??
Just. the way it must have felt to see Lucien go from that to. Just the most sweet and affectionate little tiefling. Gentle and curious and so full of joy and wonder. He's got the brightest smile and warm eyes and this mischievous playfulness. He runs off at first--startled, scared. But then once he's calmed, the first real word he says other than Empty is Love. And right after that he calls out for his Magician, for this man who did everything he could to save him, held him close and kissed him so tenderly on the forehead--
And Caleb throws his arms around Essek and Veth and just watches the Nein all descend on Tealeaf and embrace him amidst laughter and tears and Molly's starting to smile again and Caleb's so so happy just to see him finally alive and.
In that moment, Essek understands why they came all this way--
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Zevlor would be a quiet lover, silent if you need the silence. He would be a gentle lover, approaching certain moments with a bit of hesitation—not because he doesn’t want to do these things:
Hugs, kisses, sexual intimacy, even innocent intimacy.
He would need just a moment to deal with the emotions he feels, he hadn’t let himself feel these things for quite a while, but you make him want to embrace those feelings again. You make him want to pile up enough courage to touch you just a little more recklessly than he would usually allow himself to.
He would take his time with you, in all matter of things, because he never had much time in his life. Everything always rushed and hasty in his life. He would be patient, need you to be patient. He would rediscover what it is like to let himself feel love, be loved.
What the warmth and embrace of another living being feels like, what a life absent of violence and blood feels like. He would kiss you any second he gets to kiss you, he would constantly hug you from behind, cling to you, bury his face in your neck, inhale your scent.
He would never be far from you, he wouldn’t hide how depraved he is, though he would never tell you that he is depraved. But you would know. It would be painfully obvious.
He would enjoy holding your hand, entwining fingers. He would wrap his tail around your thigh, around your waist, around your wrist, let you hold onto it when you were too far to hold his hand. He would seek your warmth at any moment of the day, he would become so utterly addicted to your love.
Some nights he would cry, overwhelmed by those feelings, reluctant to let himself be happy. He would ask you what you see in him—not because he wants you to flatter him, but because he genuinely wonders why you chose him, what you see in him that he can’t see.
But when you do flatter him, praise him, call him beautiful, tell him that he is a capable leader, a strong person, a good tiefling to his people, that he’s worthy, he would crumble. He would melt into your embrace, cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing an even deeper red than his skin already is.
He would seek your touch, physically and emotionally, innocently and passionately.
He would have you any way you’re willing to have him.
He would be there for you, praise you, care for you, love you and protect you. Unconditionally. And he wouldn’t expect much of you in return but everything you do for him would leave him filled with warmth and a fondness he would struggle to comprehend.
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