𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄. Still, it doesn't mean he hasn't a lovely view on it. Romance, courtship, and all the doting involved has been a long, devoted, and complicated chapter—chapter, I say very pointedly; the experience is singular. Gale, a prodigy, had won Mystra's interest when he was still a boy, and when she came before him with her showering praise, the very impressionable Dekarios was eager to please. He'd always high standards, of course, insurmountable dreams even then in his first-year lessons, but to impress the goddess of all things magic? There in his youth, the delight was worth more than kingdoms of gold. As he got older, that fixation deepened when Mystra took even further interest in him, and soon enough, once she deemed him ready, she made him her Chosen—and vapidly, of course, her mortal lover. The rest, you know. Gale, enchanted by Mystra longer than he knows, has no personal experience with genuine romance. None. He's attended family weddings, grows warm when he hears sweet ballads and lovestruck poems, but tales of butterflied-bellies and finding courage for dates? Those aren't his stories. His goddess took all that. She was his first in everything, a 'romantic' tale more a thesis on devotion and too-skewed power, and all things Gale does, he does because he doesn't, hasn't gotten. In other words, the romance he offers is the very romance he craves. Achingly long stares and lingering kisses, unyielding fondness and the whole of his heart—he gave that to Mystra. He'd give that to you. And long robbed of it all, he can only care dare to want it in turn.
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hi can you write something for Amanda where her and her partner get into an argument and she makes them cry? Do hcs if that’s easier
:'(
a weird mix of headcanons and story- like telling a story but in bullet points.
Warning for misogynistic slur(s).
It was an admittedly stupid thing to argue about, but it felt like all your most dramatic arguments started out that way. You’d disagree on something as silly as who was supposed to take out the trash and it would end in Amanda storming out of the apartment and you trying not to cry yourself to sleep.
This time, you’d made an offhand comment about how she always left the cabinet with the coffee in it open in the morning. It didn’t bother you that much but it was annoying, especially since it was such an easy thing to do- just close the damn door!
But as she had already been stressed out lately- over what, exactly, she hadn’t told you which also heightened your anxiety about her- and your comment was just the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.
You’d been arguing for a few minutes when she finally had enough, snapping at you. She knew immediately that she had said something wrong but she couldn’t stop. It was like she was possessed, the words spilling out of her mouth like poison. “Fuck! I don’t know why I stick around here when you’re such a fucking cunt!”
You stop immediately, your words drying up in your mouth. You knew that she got like this when she felt cornered, that she was like a dog who snapped when nervous. But understanding the why didn’t change the fact that the woman you loved had just called you a cunt.
You could see the regret in her eyes but she wasn’t good at apologies. So she instead watched as you turned and ran into your room, slamming the door behind you. Then you break down and sob, her harsh tone and careless words echoing in your mind.
It was another night where you curled into a ball on your side of the bed and ignored when Amanda slowly crept in. But she didn’t slip under the covers and you assume she either took the couch or left for the night. The worst part of it all was that the argument had been so stupid- you aren’t even sure which one of you was overreacting.
You wake to any empty bed and empty apartment. But when you went into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee drawing you in, there was a steaming cup and closed cabinet door waiting for you.
So maybe Amanda wasn’t good at apologies, but the simple action was enough to make any resentment melt. You would talk it through, knowing that ignoring it was ill advised. But for now you were content, sipping on your lover’s always magnificent coffee, made just the way you liked it.
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i might be talking out of my ass rn, but HEAR ME OUT ok??? So, i have this theory that when Hozier said "let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world", we all can infere that there's a sexual innuendo there, right? As he loves talking fancy instead of just saying that he's horny, like a normal person lol. But i think there might be a more concrete reference to that particular lyrics. Because what if, the world in question, was a reference to this painting: l'origine du monde???? That bastard is all for artistic innuendo, isn't he, so i wouldn't put it past him. Besides, how poetic would that be?
Think about it. L'origine Du Monde. The Origin of The World. And it's a coochie. That painting, by Gustave Coubert, was both revolutionary AND controversial back in 1866 and still is, today, for how it unabashedly praised and depicted female sexuality as the backbone of all godly creation. Sounds familiar, right? We see a lot of dicks in classical paintings, and male nudity in general, but... a vagina this up close? With no censor??? That was BALLSY (pun intended). But like, if you don't know the history behind it, basically, the guy who painted this was such a simp for his lover that he did a whole nude painting of her just straight up praising her coochie (like dayum she must have been a stone cold fox, right????). She's presumed to have been a rich, influential married woman, which he had an affair with. That would explain why he had to crop and hide the part of the painting that had her face in it not to expose her or cause scandal (had it been a prostitute, it probably wouldn't be necessary). It stayed a mystery for years and years but historians recently discovered the missing piece, which is arguably the actual face of his lover (and you can easily find it if you google it btw, do it!!! My Art History teacher had us discuss this painting and the gossip around it in class, last year, it was so fun.) ANYWAYS! Think about it. "Let me wrap my teeth around the world", and the world in question is a blatant reference to female sexuality made godly, the divine maker and destroyer of worlds. That is such a Hozier thing to say. Ughhh. I can't!!!
Even if it's just a theory, that is still the first thing my mind wanders to, when I hear these lyrics. I could write a whole essay about it, but I think a tumblr post will have to suffice.
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