#eira is a cinnamon roll I love her

[elains]

an oc! tell me more about this lady jsskej ❤️ im now curious??

Silvia! ;-; 

It’ll be my honest pleasure to tell you about Eirwen, though I’ll end up speaking a lot because I love my characters way too much. 

So, she’s part of a story and world I’ve been developing for some years now, The Helladír Chronicles, and makes her appearance in what I’m currently calling The Requiem Arc. She’s a main character, part of the eventual core foursome, but not the protagonist. It doesn’t make the role she plays any less important, as Eira – how her friends and brother call her – is the metaphorical Heart of the group, and the most magically gifted character on the Heroes side, even if she has little to no control of her powers at the start of the tale.

 Now let’s delve a deep into her past and personality, shall we?

Lady Eirwen Vyrman was the daughter of LordAthen Vyrman, the Lord Ruler of the eponymous Vyrman Islands, one of the regionsthat make up the Kingdom of Hyranser. As such, Eira should have led an easylife, filled with the luxuries expected to the Heiress of the wealthiestregion, never going a day knowing need. That’s the image most people have ofher: a spoiled brat, a puppet whosimply lives to fulfil her father’s dream and ambition with little drive ofher own.  As it often happens, the truthis far, far more complicated.

Athen is power-hungry and infinitely ruthless,with his eyes set on the Throne of Hyranser. He can never be King himself, ashe has no claim to the throne, so he went out of his way to ensure his childrendid. He was behind the massacre of the Feavërsein bloodline, exterminatingthem all save for two people: Lady Alethea Feavërsein, who escaped due to hersister’s magic and sacrifice, and her cousin, the Lady Meriyna Seyrfell, whosemother was a Feavërsein.  The formerwould be executed not many years down the line, while Meriyna was forced to marryAthen and bear his children, knowing full well that the moment he had an heirand a spare she’d be no longer useful and a liability to his plans. Eirwen istheir first child.

Eira was nine years old when the so desiredsecond son was born. Nine years old when her mother pulled her aside, kissedher forehead and asked for forgiveness.  Nineyears old when her mother cried as she said “Hidethere, my dearest child. Hide, watch- and understand”. Nine years old whenmen came to her mother’s room, fully armed, ready to kill, only to find theirlady hanging from her bedpost. From that day onwards, she understood that the true enemy was her father, and if she ever tried to break free… Well, that’s what her little brother existed for, wasn’t it? People think she had it easy, and the main character, Rosalyn, certainly thinks so too at first. But Eira had to smile to her mother’s killer every day, had to suppress her powers because it made her a danger to her father’s plans, living terrified that one day she wasn’t useful anymore and Athen would send men to murder her as she slept. Her only friend was her cousin (Actually nephew) Letho, with whom she is as close as siblings.

She meets Rosalyn on the Royal Military Academy, since it’s mandatory for every noble child to attend. They don’t really start on very good terms, with Rose being prejudiced due to Eira’s father’s actions and resorted to blackmailing her into getting magical training as a way to keep an eye on her. Still, they both grow closer as the story progresses and as Eirwen proves true the statement that she isn’t her father’s daughter. They become close friends, and Rosalyn is the sister she chose. 

Now, about her personality or else this will become way too much, when she’s not pretending to be a brainless puppet, Eira is a gracious, polite and kind young woman, who unlike her father is deeply loyal to her friends and has absolutely no wish to be Queen, not when the price for her crown was the blood of her family. She’s an expert at bottling her feelings, at smiling and pretending to be fine and complacent when she’s anything but; Eira could be falling apart inside, but she’ll be loath to let anyone see it, to let anyone worry about her.  Too many died to ensure she was born, and that fact is her cross to bear and hers alone.

As conflict averse as they come, Eirwen advocates for diplomacy and cool heads, despising arguments and seeking to solve conflicts through peaceful means, being at first prone to placate people rather than standing up for herself. Living in fear has made her a reserved person who doesn’t really let people in. She’s constantly holding herself back, and can only let go after being prodded, provoked and teased. Eira isn’t a fighter, and is the least physically imposing of the main four, but hers is a quiet, enduring strength; she has every reason to be bitter, to be angry, but she isn’t. Despite her fears and hesitancy, in the end Eirwen will always stand for what she thinks is right.

◇ fun facts:

↝ Has Ice/Cold based powers, and later on learned with Liesl about Blood Healing.

↝ Despite her claim to the throne, only the children of the Royal Family were bestowed the titles of Prince of Rayacia (The Heir) and Prince of Vernfall (The Second in Line). The same happened in the Empire for the Heir, the Prince of Ragnarök, and the title of Imperial Prince. Therefore, Eirwen could never claim any of them. That it is, until Rose decreed that as her sister, Eira had right to them all. She was Princess of Rayacia until the birth of Rosalyn’s daughter and remains an Imperial Princess.

↝ Collects porcelains teacups, but absolutely detests tea.

↝ Her son married Rosalyn’s daughter, much to her eternal joy.

↝ Can play the piano quite well and loves dancing, but is just passable at it.

[silvanils]

@curiousartemis said:

Eira, Aril, and Syrus 😁 ALSO ANDERS AND NATE

CHARACTER HEADCANONS

Eira

1: sexuality headcanon: bi / aro (mostly)

2: otp: Eira/Niruin

3: brotp: Eira + Aril is the ULTIMATE brotp... but also Eira + Brynjolf and Karliah or Eira + Rune

4: notp: Not sure I have one, I lowkey ship Eira with several folks

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: She doesn’t actually hoard gold, she makes sure to redistribute that as often as possible in various ways.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: She’s empathetic and genuinely hates to see people suffering.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: She likes to dirty talk and some of her one-liners make me facepalm.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Sinnamon Roll. (Alternatively, she switches between “Cinnamon Roll” and “Would Actually Kill You” depending on circumstances. And is very mischievous and wily to boot. SO.)

Aril

1: sexuality headcanon: bi (prefers men)

2: otp: Aril/Farkas

3: brotp: Aril + Eira, but also Aril + Vilkas

4: notp: I don’t really ship him with anyone but Farkas anymore xD

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: The incident that led to him being (mostly) blind in his right eye was one of the few times he got dragged into Eira’s fishy business back in Anvil. He learned he’s not great with knives... and should always be wary of poisons that sap magicka.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He gets very sucked into whatever he’s doing, whether it’s crafting or reading a book.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: He will get very in-depth when talking about things and the other person isn’t often expecting such an involved answer to their question. Farkas loves it, though, so. That helps prevent SOME of the embarrassment. (Since Farkas WILL glare at folks that try to shut Aril up, lol.)

 8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: CINNAMON ROLL. Who could probably kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll.

Syrus

1: sexuality headcanon: demi / biromantic (prefers women)

2: otp: Syrus/Katria

3: brotp: Syrus + Spectral Assassin, aka Lucien Lachance (I like to imagine Lucien as a more constant companion for Syrus once they meet so... they get to know each other pretty well!)

4: notp: I don’t think about shipping him with people much so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: Flirting goes over his head, he will not realize someone likes him unless they spell it out for him

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He really loves his younger siblings even if they don’t always see eye-to-eye or agree on everything... he’d give anything to help them if they needed it.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I’m not sure if it’s “embarrassment” exactly but sometimes he gets stuck in awkward situations with a body nearby and he internally panics because OH GOD WHAT IF THEY NOTICE - he has to try to act natural but that’s HARD for him xD

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Problematic Fave, aka Looks Like He Could Kill You, Would Actually Kill You. Unless you’re family.

Anders

1: sexuality headcanon: bi (prefers women)

2: otp: Anders/Nathaniel

3: brotp: Anders + Hawke and the Hawke Brigade in general

4: notp: I don’t think I have one? I’m not super keen on “never met” ships with him but they’re not really NOTPs, I just don’t ship them

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He remembers his real name, but he keeps it secret now because he wants to keep it safe - the last person to call him by it was his mother, as she kissed him goodbye and slipped him the pillow he’s kept safe all this time, too. He does eventually tell it to Nathaniel, though, and hearing him say it is like finding his way home.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: I also struggle with mental illness and depression, though not quite as badly as Anders seems to.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: He comes on a bit strong sometimes and I get the feeling that he immediately regrets some of the things he blurts out.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Problematic Fave with a Heart of Gold

Nathaniel Howe

1: sexuality headcanon: bi (prefers men)

2: otp: Anders/Nathaniel

3: brotp: Nathaniel Howe + Lyanna Cousland

4: notp: Again, don’t really have one.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He deeply regrets that he wasn’t able to help Anders through the shit he was dealing with in Kirkwall. It’s one of the reasons he decided to “disappear” and stay with Anders after they fled the Gallows. “I should have been there for you before, but I’ll be damned if I leave you to face everything alone again.”

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He has complicated relationships and feelings about the people he’s close to, especially family.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Whenever he pokes other people about personal issues and they cut back. The way he tends to go “forget I asked” but then bring the same topic up again later makes it OBVIOUS he dwells on it in private and I feel for that. Oof.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Cinnamon Roll Masquerading as a Problematic Fave

[bepoets]

Please cast Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Alarik, Jenny, Dag, Neta, and Eira for the cinnamon roll/could kill you meme :D

OH MAN OKAY

I love this meme/alignment chart it never should’ve went out of style cause I use it frequently.

Anna: looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you. You’ve seen that girl wield a sword right? And throw a punch? Yeah, you COUKD be murdered.

Elsa: looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. Don’t tell me she ever looks like she could kill you. She has not a murderous vibe in her whole body. Not a one.

Kristoff: looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll. He’s got the whole giant gruff grumpy exterior but He is the fluffiest guy in all of Arendelle he couldn’t hurt a fly.

Alarik: a crêpe. I have no explanation for this. He’s just none of the above. No cinnamon roll. He is a crêpe.

Jenny: looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you, the juries still out on if she will kill you though. I stand by this one immensely.

Dag: looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. Like morher like son. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Neta: looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. I think???? I don’t know Neta well enough but I don’t think she looks murderous or could kill someone so that’s where we’re at.

Eira: looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you. That girl is in medicine in every AU she knows all about the human body she knows ways to kill you in like less than seven seconds and I’m positive of that.

[omgrachwrites]

May Queen (Loki Laufeyson)

Pairing: OC x Loki

Summary: Astrid, the princess of Vanaheimr relocates to Asgard to seal a betrothal to the youngest prince. She soon finds happiness and a multitude of new friends. Unfortunately treachery and deceit lie in the court of Asgard in unlikely places, and she learns that true love never dies.

Warnings: little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, mentions of death, slowburn

Words: 2188

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one guys but I hope you guys enjoy! Please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Two -  The tourney

Astrid had awoken that morning – the morning that some may say her life began and ended all at once – to see with delight that the frost on the windowpane had all but melted away. Happily and with much joy in her stride she hurried to look outside, over the expansive lands of the palace grounds and the princess saw that the frost had also melted on the emerald green grass. Even from the top of the tower in her chambers she could see the moisture sparkling like precious gems beneath the watery late winter sunlight.

Astrid took the sunlight – no matter how weak it was – and the melted frost as a sign that winter was finally all but over and spring was finally on its way after what felt like an age. Truly, she couldn’t wait to bask in the warm sun again and smell the sweet perfumes of the spring flowers, animals would soon be coming out of their long hibernation and baby animals would be born. The castle would soon be alive with music and the sweet voices of the bards singing of valiant heroes as they came to the palace to pledge their allegiance and loyalty to Queen Eira and her daughter. Winter was a lonely and quiet season with so few bards and performers making the long trip to the palace.

Astrid despised the winter more than any other season, of course the snow was always quite pretty at first but it soon grew rather tiresome, not to mention dangerous. Astrid had been born in the warmest and prettiest spring, her father always used to jest and say that fire lived in his daughter’s veins in place of blood. A couple of winters ago Astrid had gotten so sick from the cold that she’s almost withered and died in her bed, though she didn’t remember much of anything during that time. She hated the cold most of all – and cold people to boot. She hated the way that the cold seemed to creep inside of her and squeeze her heart.

The air that morning was fresh and crisp, it smelled like wet grass and forgotten dreams, she was having breakfast on the balcony of her chambers with Mara. Astrid was licking the honey and crumbs from the delicate pads of her fingers and she was reaching over the table to take another delicious morsel of honey cake when the Queen’s squire interrupted them with a message.

“The Queen requests your presence in her chambers my lady,” he paused with a look of disdain as Mata rose along with her mistress, “alone. There is no need for your maid,” he scowled, his upper lip twitched with disgust. The Queen’s squire had been a boy that Astrid had played with as a child and he’d always been incredibly sweet. Unfortunately, once he was given just a little bit of power it changed him for the worst.

“Do me a kindness,” Astrid hissed, “and never insult my handmaiden again or it may be the last thing you ever do,” she gave Mara a smile and in return she got a beaming grin back. Astrid narrowed her eyes at the squire before she departed from her chambers and she made to see her mother.

When Eira bade Astrid entry into her chambers a small bubble of worry and fear inflated within Astrid’s chest. The Queen looked extremely stressed; her normally elaborate raven hair was wild and askew around her pale face as she paced the length of the long room.

“Mother?” Eira’s head shot up when she heard the sound of her daughter’s sweet voice, “whatever is the matter?” Astrid asked.

Eira smiled serenely – or at least she tried to – as she combed her fingers through Astrid’s long soft hair and she motioned for the princess to sit down. She pressed a goblet of warm milk into Astrid’s hands; it had been sweetened with honey and cinnamon.

“I should have told you this years ago but it wasn’t always set in stone,” Eira muttered more to herself, Astrid raised an eyebrow and gestured for her mother to continue, “do you remember when you were fifteen and you fell in love with Erik? Do you remember what your father said when we both found out?”

Astrid frowned at her mother, that had happened over six years ago, she couldn’t think why her mother was bringing it up now, “yes, I remember. He said that if it was possible for me to marry for love then I could,” the King had always been very kind like that.

The Queen nodded and it looked like she was composing herself for what she had to say next, “about two months before your father died he had been conversing with Odin, the King of Asgard. He proposed a match between you and one of his sons; he thought that a marriage would be a good idea. If we were allied with the Asgardians it would more than likely send a powerful message to our enemies. Your father died before he and Odin could finalise the betrothal and we needed time to grieve for your father.”

Astrid sat there for a moment, gaping at her mother, she knew that her father had meant well but she just couldn’t help but feel horrendously betrayed, her father had lied to her. It took her a couple more moments before she could answer mother, “okay. So if the betrothal wasn’t finalised why tell me at all?” she whispered but she both knew and feared the answer.

Eira chewed her lip and placed a letter on the little table that separated them, “I received a letter from Odin yesterday morning, he wants the betrothal to be made final and he offers his youngest son Loki.”

Astrid knew why it was only now that Odin was so eager for her to be married into his household; his enemies had presumably lifted their gaze to Asgard. A sort of manic fear washed over Astrid, she didn’t want to marry this prince, and she didn’t want to be sold off like a common mule. She’d heard stories about women who married men they didn’t know and they were never seen again. Asgard and Vanaheimr were formidable fortresses but on their own they couldn’t hope to defeat all their enemies.

“I don’t want to,” she said simply, “I don’t want to marry someone that I do not know, I want to marry Erik. But I’m sure you’ve already accepted Odin’s offer, telling me was just so I don’t make a fuss.

Eira’s eyes that were normally so soft and kind hardened for just a second but in that second Astrid hated her.

“Sometimes we have to do things that we don’t want to do. Do you think that I wanted to marry your father? Thankfully I fell in love with him and you may be lucky enough to fall in love with Loki. You will both have a chance to get to know each other before you marry. He and his family will be joining us for the tourney in a months’ time so I don’t want to hear another word about it. Also, your Erik is promised to another.”

“Yes mother,” Astrid muttered like a dutiful daughter, trying not to feel it when her heart split into two and she quickly departed from the room and her mother’s presence.

When Astrid arrived back at her own chambers and she couldn’t stop herself from cursing her mother, her father and the youngest Prince of Asgard along with them. Mara dutifully listened and Astrid was so angry that she didn’t see the saddened longing expression on her handmaiden’s face. In the end Mara suggested that they sit outside under the trees and it seemed to calm down the princess considerably.

“Do you think that Loki of Asgard is going to be handsome?” Astrid asked as Mara combed her hair until it shone a couple of days before the tourney. Mara ceased in her movement for just a second.

“If he was would that make you forgive your mother?” Mara grinned at her through the golden gilded looking glass.

“No,” when Erik had heard about the betrothal he caused such a fuss and he hadn’t spoken a word to her since – even though he was engaged to another – there would be no forgiveness for that.

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Loki glanced at Thor to see an identical glum expression on his brother’s face and Loki knew why. Their father had forbidden Thor to ride out in front of the carriage; the older Asgardian would draw too much attention with his inability to stay quiet. At least Thor doesn’t have to marry someone he doesn’t know Loki thought bitterly. He had been so angry when his father told him that a betrothal had been arranged for him. He’d gotten so angry that he’d smashed his mirror and in the shattered fragments he thought that he’d seen his eyes turn red. Later on, when he’d calmed down he had decided that it was just a trick of the light.

The younger prince sighed and rested his chin on his hand as his icy blue eyes followed the world that was streaming past the carriage window. The land was beautiful; they travelled through lands of trickling streams, expansive lush forests and even a farm that had a little windmill.

“Oh cheer up brother!” Thor boomed, his voice even louder than usual in the small space of the carriage. Loki winced as Thor slapped his shoulder, “she may be a beautiful maiden.”

Loki rolled his eyes, Thor would never understand, he had always been the favourite, “I always have the worst luck so she probably looks like a toothless crone. Now leave me alone and let me sleep,” Loki hissed, leaning against the side of the carriage as he closed his eyes.

Loki could not say how long he’d slept for, maybe it had been for a couple of hours or maybe it had been a couple of days but he was awoken by Thor as they were crossing a little stone bridge. Loki’s first view of Vanaheimr was a magnificent beautiful white castle that was nestled deep into the mountains; it was a thing of fairy-tale.

As the Odinsons stepped out of their carriage Loki spotted the royal family standing in front of the castle, waiting to greet them. Loki’s eyes should have been fixed on the princess who looked very fine in silks of periwinkle blue and a crown of winter roses to match in her hair. However, he looked straight past her to the young woman with long golden hair. As he walked closer and vaguely heard his father and mother introduce themselves to the Queen, the similarities grew unnerving, the woman with the golden hair looked a lot like the fairy he’d met in the forest all those years ago.

“Prince Loki, it is an honour,” Loki quickly drew his attention to his future bride and saw with shock that she was really very beautiful – after all her name translated to ‘divine beauty.’ She had a lovely heart shaped face and big doe eyes with rosebud lips.

“Princess Astrid,” he muttered, kissing the top of her hand like he’d been taught to, “the honour is mine, I have not seen a sight more lovely than you. Truly.”  The princess had the grace to blush.

Loki was still feeling slightly unnerved when he sat by Astrid’s side in the stands to watch the tourney, her handmaiden was called Mara but it couldn’t possibly be his Mara. That was just completely impossible, though he longed to have just a moment with her. He scolded himself whenever that thought entered his head.  Loki was less than impressed with the tourney, with all that singing of the bards and the clanging of steel on steel as the knights fought for honour.

The tourney was much more what Thor loved, Loki would have loved nothing more than to seek out the library and seal himself inside with a good book until his wedding day. He really did have little interest in getting to know Astrid and he was sure that his mother knew that. Though, he had to admit that she was very lovely as she told him all about the knights from their noble houses.

On the second day of the tourney Queen Eira honoured and delighted Thor by asking him if he wanted to compete in the tourney. Loki was given the same offer but he politely declined. Loki allowed himself to clap and cheer as his brother rode to meet his opponent, a young boy not much older than Loki with flames in his hair.

Loki noticed the misty eyed looks that his future wife was giving Thor’s opponent. He also noticed the way Astrid’s face fell when the boy rode up and asked a lady with silver blonde hair to tie her favour onto his lance. It seemed like Loki wasn’t the only one with a secret and secrets never seemed to last too long at his father’s court.

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@theonelittleone @void-imaginations

[zurysalvatore]

Okay get ready... 1, 2, 20, 21, 24, 25, 30, 31, 48, 49

Ahhhh thanks for the ask love! ♥ I had fun while answering them ^^

1. Your first OC ever?

If we dont count a bunny OC I had when I was in 2nd grade lmao, it’s Zury :>

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Do I? 🤔

I dont think so ^^ jk jk XD

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? 

Ohhh, dunno if I have mentioned here before but actually Zury does! Tho only Zed, Luna, Lucien and Cassy (and cuz of that Lys) knows that since she is shy af XD Btw they didnt heard it on purpose, she thought she was alone u.u (except Zed) She sings whatever songs she likes, K-pop included cuz she such a trash  Her voice is soft and energetic~ She has a good vocal range as well, her voice is soprano ^^ Tho she is already busy with her skating career so being a singer or taking part in a band is not in her future plans. She sometimes sings with Cas (and Lys)~

Zed’s voice is okay too :>

Tbh I designed Max with noice voice as well but I think its to much huh? :’>

21. Your most artistic OC

When you keep repeating one of your kids’ name… but it’s Zury again, cuz like, she can skate (and dance), sings and not bad at drawing either ┐(￣∀￣)┌

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Oh god thats hard…. They’re all so precious but, maybe Zury? Since she is the most special for me u.u

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Zury, I created her to resemble me, tho she changed a bit in these few months, she is the person I wanna be so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Our hobbies, likes, dislikes and styles are same. Even our personality is same 😅 And in the future I wanna dye my hair to pink completely and wanna use purple lenses~

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Zed…. 😂 Oh boy, okay, Zury loves stuffed animals but you dont know how much Zed is obsessed with them??? He loves crane machines so much as well!

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

I did one for Zed in past months so I’m gonna do one for Zury 😂 (as if I dont have any OCs other than them…) 

Probably she would post selfies from trainings and competitions, she can also post her new outfit for the upcoming competition. She would reblog lots of kitty pics and things she is obsessed with (plushies, holo, animes, k-pop groups etc.)

Her layout would be simple but cute with some touches of holo and space, thats her aesthetic after all~

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Hmmm… Probably either Eira or Max, tho I think it’s Max. He would look like a flirty playboy from outside but actually??? He so f* shy?? Dunno how to talk with girls so turns into red and wanders away from there really quick, while keep saying “Omg, sorry”

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Definitely Zed glkjlkrjgkl He is dorkest amoung them all XD And will make lots of dad jokes which kills Zury inside u.u

[silvanils]

ROMANCE ASKS: 1, 4, 5, 6, 14, 17, 22, 23, 27 for Farkas/Aril!

Romance Asks

For the couple:

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

The first time Farkas ever saw Aril, he was charging at a giant in nothing but leather armor, wielding only an axe. Aril’s bold maneuver brought the giant to it’s KNEES and allowed Aela to slide the killing blow in… but Aril gave her full credit for the kill. “I just helped a little.” 

Farkas was impressed AND smitten from the start. Aril’s strong, sweet, smart… cute-as-heck… what’s not to like?

Aril picked up the hints that Farkas liked him and he was amused and flattered by the attention. He thought Farkas was sweet and handsome, too, of course - but KNOWING the feeling was mutual made it that much easier to decide to pursue a relationship.

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

Farkas: Don’t make me choose one thing! I like all of him! I love how his eyes sparkle when he’s happy, and the way his arms look when he’s swinging a hammer, and… his ears wiggle when he laughs.

Aril: *cups his ears, blushing* WHAT? No they don’t! Do they?!

Farkas: I like the way he blushes, too. Very cute.

Aril: Well, my favorite thing about Farkas are his eyes, but… have you seen his shoulders? He could lift me, easy.

Farkas: I don’t know about that, you’re heavier than you look.

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Mostly by cuddling up to each other and just… being there. A strong, solid presence. “I’m with you, you can lean on me.” Farkas especially is more physical about it than verbal, but “it’s going to be okay” usually gets said at least once.

Sometimes you just gotta cry it out, and it helps to have a shoulder to cry ON… and someone to make you tea and cookies when THAT’S done. Even if Farkas burns the cookies, it’s the thought that counts and Aril can always make more.

6. Who is the big spoon?

They wake up with Farkas spooning Aril more often than the other way around - but Farkas loves it when Aril spoons him, too. x3

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

Farkas: Aril always smells like… snowberries and juniper leaves, even when he’s been working the forge. But he usually smells like steel and leather, too. He also reminds me of… uh… an elk. They’re so big, but still so graceful. Quiet, too. Aril’s just like that, sneaking around even when he’s wearing heavy armor. It’s unsettling. Guess the color blue counts, too. He’s always wearing it.

Aril:��Well, Farkas makes me think of the color grey. His eyes are so striking. Like fog, on an autumn morn… or clouds, high above the mountains. He’s as strong and steady as those peaks, too. Snow, I guess. And swords - big swords. Would it be too obvious if I also said you make me think of a wolf? A wolf puppy, though, specifically.

Farkas: Nah, everyone says that. You make me think of snow, too, though. I forgot - your hair, it’s the same color as fresh snow. It’s pretty.

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

They both wear their hearts on their sleeves, so… it’s obvious in the way they act around each other, how they look at each other, and the way their touches are gentle, careful, and linger more often than they don’t. They are both fairly open about physical contact, actually. They both love hugs and forehead-bumps. And they always run to defend each other from harm.

Honestly, hardly anyone can see them together and come to any conclusion besides “they’re in love.” Their affections are so genuine and plain to see in everything they do together.

For the creator:

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?

Aaah. Two cinnamon rolls, in one package? They’re both so sweet and soft, especially around each other. That said, though, they balance each other well in other ways, and fill out each other’s weak points. Aril’s smart and good with magic, but Farkas is just… really intuitive about things and people. They know to trust any “gut feeling” Farkas gets, because they’re ALWAYS accurate.

23. Did you tailor your OC for the other in the romance?

No, not really! I actually made Aril to foil his sister, Eira. When I decided to have him join the Companions, though, I realized he had a LOT in common with Farkas and… things just grew from there. 

27. What makes you excited about their relationship?

How sweet and stable it is. It doesn’t take them long to get comfortable with each other and… that’s that. Their conflicts come from outside sources, mostly, not relationship issues - and that’s a huge breath of fresh air compared to how things go for Eira, Syrus, and… even others like Iriel and Felix. 

It’s nice to build something between two characters that are pretty confident about themselves and each other already. ^-^ Plus, they’re both a lot of fun to write, period.