A NOTE, ATTACHED TO THE TALONS OF A MESSANGER BLUEBIRD.
High Druid, I remember when you told me the story of how I was found: alone in the forest, defenseless against the cold and creatures who roamed freely all around me. And yet no harm had befallen me as I slept, a mere babe who you then took in as if your own. You were always so sure it was Silvanus who protected me that night, who gave me the strength to grow up to see the beauties of this world, the wonders of nature. Now I'm sure I was blessed back then, just so that I could be here, trapped under an endless night sky, nature's song sounding discordant and wrong to my hears and yet, unafraid. I've found so much resilience in my travels, so much faith and bravery. I keep between my fingers the seedlings of a love so pure I feel almost undeserving of it. I hope the Oak Father will watch over me one more time, as I try my best to let it blossom into something as beautiful as his creations.
Thinking of you and the others, always. Yours, Nimue.
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how close you are (two hearts beating a perfect rhythm)
ever since i first played through the test of love with gale, i couldn't stop thinking about what if he had to answer questions of his own. so this is that, completely self-indulgent. 🖤
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"What is the drow’s favourite colour?"
Someone less inclined towards forgiveness, towards acceptance, than Gale would say red. Altonaufein knows he had spilled enough blood in his past for it to be an answer to the dryad’s question–and one he would accept.
Yet the thought of it alone brings memories with it. Unwelcome. Unkind.
(There is blood everywhere. I’m lost in it. I breathe blood, not air–)
Mal’ai. Calm.
With a shake of his head and a deep breath, Altonaufein’s eyes, blood red themselves, dart to Gale’s. The wizard’s patient gaze meets his before warm brown eyes widen. Perhaps the drow has given himself away with this glance alone.
“Brown,” Gale says and the answer is so uncharacteristically short for the man that it speaks of his surprise, the right answer coming to him in a moment of realisation.
~*~
“Where does the worst of his scars linger?”
Gale knows intimately what lies hidden under the heavy chain mail and gambeson, protected further by a simple linen undershirt: A web of raised scars on the drow’s back, a testament of his sisters’ unimaginable cruelty. He had run his hands over each lash mark, touch light as a feather, perhaps to offset the violence that had caused them.
Still, Gale knows all too well that some hurts run far deeper.
“He fears what happened: What he doesn't remember and what he does remember.”
He will not say more, not even here, in the privacy of this illusion around them, and the way Altonaufein’s eyes–not the colour of blood, not to Gale, but priceless rubies–glow softly with the affection the cleric feels at the man's thoughtfulness. And the dryad has her answer.
~*~
“When does Altonaufein feel safest?”
Once–not so long ago–the answer might have been nowhere. Later then, with his two scimitars in hand would have been true.
Now, both would be a lie.
He had felt it first as Karl held him close, knowing just who he was and what he had done.
Kulg Llarzoran Ithrana d'qu'ellar Hlarahel.
Jaluk.
Auflaque.
Dirt elf.
Alton.
The broadness of the man had felt like a haven instead of a threat in a way perhaps only one of the Ilmatari could.
He had felt it again as he had been cradled in the Weave, Gale knowing his every thought and every desire, every part of himself that was dark and ugly, light and beautiful.
“Being known and accepted for who he is, that is… true safety to him.”
~*~
Drawn together by the bond between them, a push and pull both have followed, Gale realises just how close they are to each other when a calloused hand brushes against his cheek.
“Ussta ssussun.”
He knows only a handful of words in Drowic, most of them from late nights and some early mornings at the Yawning Portal, though he has made it his mission to learn more–still, even so, Gale knows this endearment well:
My light.
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drowic translation:
-ma'lai = idiot
-kulg ("male offspring in the house", lit. meaning "dirt") llarzoran ("three" bc he's the third-born) ithrana (name of his mother) qualla hlarahel ("of house hlarahel")
-jaluk = male
-auflaque = dog
-ussta ssussun = my light
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Snippet Sunday 🎿
I was tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus and @jeeyuns thank you my dears 💛
Since the ski fic is getting posted a few days before Christmas (the plan is Thursday but we'll see how editing goes) here's just one more snippet until then. 🫶
Eddie was pulled from his thoughts by a pair of ocean blue eyes blinking at him sluggishly.
“Hey,” Buck croaked, his voice thick with sleep.
“Morning,” Eddie whispered back softly.
He could get used to this, he really could; waking up in the same bed as Buck, having Buck’s face be the first thing he sees in the morning, maybe even sharing a few lazy morning breath kisses or sleepy blowjobs if they felt like it…
That’d be nice.
“What time‘s it?” Buck rubbed at his face in a halfhearted attempt of becoming more alert. Eddie smiled at him and unable to resist the urge, he ran his fingers through Buck’s messy curls, swiping them away from his forehead.
“Almost six.”
“That’s early.” Buck mumbled with a quiet grunt, letting his eyes flutter shut with Eddie’s touch.
It would’ve been so easy to just lean in and plant a kiss onto his lips. So, so easy.
“Yeah… you can go back to sleep if you want, I’ll wake you up before seven.” Eddie murmured, his fingers still tracking over Buck’s scalp, now without the pretense of fixing his hair and just for the feel of it.
“Nhm ’s okay,” Buck shook his head, pressing his cheek deeper into the pillow — and consequently his head into Eddie’s palm. “I’ll be up in a minute. Just… stay.”
And Eddie’s hand went still and Buck’s eyes flew open and suddenly everything came into sharp focus.
This was the moment they both had to decide what they wanted and Eddie was just about to open his mouth — though he was still unsure of what would come out of it — when they heard a quiet knock at the door.
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