#elven marriage

[felassan]

"felassan's super 9000 rune" soo the Ghost of Solas Past, my dead magical girl boyfriend has gifted me some magic beans

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Part: 89/?

[corsairspade]

Halenthir scenario where they get married for tax benefits (in a platonic good friends sort of way) and fall in love long distance via sending each other letters with ideas on how to best leverage their marriage for tax evasion.

[greenleaf4stuff]

In Convenience - Chapter 5, part 3

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage to marriage of love AU, post story snippet 5, part 3. Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad continue to welcome the guests. The smith is delighted to see his neighbors from Khazad-Dum again. When Adar ends up joining the group, an unexpected item helps to avoid hightened tensions - and showcases the affection between the two spouses.

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience" and "In Convenience")

This was just very lovely and cute to write, the interactions between these characters were unexpectedly fun and sweet, to the point it almost wrote itself. Also, the 'item' hinted at above is something I had wanted to write about for quite some time now. :) Enjoy! <3

Once Oropher and Thranduil had concluded their conversation with Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor, more and more guests began to arrive and came to greet the latter two. Delegations of elves, men and even dwarves had followed the invitiation, most of them either curious or skeptical. What united them almost unanimously, however, were their open relief and delight at the defeat of Sauron.

It also seemed that once they saw Celebrimbor’s obvious happiness, and how his city showed all the signs of prospering in the aftermath of Sauron’s brief reign of terror, they were becoming somewhat convinced that the marriage, too, was worth celebrating.

One of the more openly questioning groups happened to be a delegation of neighbors and friends that Celebrimbor was particularly delighted to see.

"Prince Durin, Princess Dísa, Narvi! Welcome to Ost-In-Edhil," the elf greeted them with open joy, and was quite elated when the the latter came over and readily took Celebrimbor’s hands in his own to squeeze them. The elf returned the pressure with a wide smile. Even with his magnificent beard, it was clear Narvi was returning it with an equally bright one.

Before the elf knew it, the other had dragged him down and pulled Celebrimbor into a powerful, heartfelt hug. It made the Lord of Eregion realize how long the two of them hadn’t seen each other, and under what circumstances. He returned the embrace readily as a result.

"It is so good to see you," he said, and felt his frame shake as Narvi patted his back. He didn’t mind it in the least. "I had feared for you and your people, after Durin told me about the dwarven rings."

"Hmpf. As you can see, I am alive and well," Narvi replied. "Though your concern honors you."

He drew back and held onto Celebrimbor’s shoulders as he studied him. His gaze quickly turned approving. "You look very well, my friend. I, too, had feared the worst when news reached to us that Sauron had taken hold of Eregion," a long pause. "And that you’d been wed to an orc-"

"Uruk," Celebrimbor gently corrected, unable to help himself. It had become second nature to him, the way it was for Adar. One might claim the two of them had already begun to rub off on each other, which...likely wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

Narvi paused, but did not try to rebuke Celebrimbor. "Uruk, then. Still. A political marriage while they were right at the gates of your city, you can’t fault a dwarf for worryin’."

"If I could fault you for anything, Narvi, I have yet to discover it," the elven smith replied, and chuckled at Narvi’s fond eyeroll. "Your concern is much appreciated. Thankfully, it is unnecessary – I am indeed quite well. Splendid, even. More so, I imagine, once the hustle and bustle of today has passed."

The other gave him an understanding look and nodded, but then seemed to remember something and released Celebrimbor to step back. As he half-turned, Prince Durin and his wife Dísa came into view.

"We will continue to speak more, my friend, later on," the dwarf promised, before he bowed lightly and stepped back to let his prince come closer. Celebrimbor caught Durin and Gil-Galad throwing each other meaningful glances that the smith couldn’t hope to parse, and so he simply shrugged inwardly and fully turned his attention to the dwarven royalty in front of him.

"Prince Durin," Celebrimbor greeted, then turned to the dwarf’s wife. "Princess Dísa. It is good to see you. You, Dísa, look lovely as always."

And indeed, the princess had either changed before stepping in front of Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad, or she had been dressed quite elaborately for her journey. Her dress was beautifully made, shining like rare metals from the depth of the Misty Mountains, adorned with gemstones and jewels, gold dust in her hair, on her eyes, cheeks, and fingers. She shone preciously, even more so as she smiled at him, and he told her as much.

She chuckled and tried to wave him off. "Oh, quit it with the compliments, you’ll turn your husband jealous. Or mine," she joked, then came close and also gave him a hug while laughing warmly. "Narvi’s right, you look much better than we dared to hope for!"

Celebrimbor flustered, a little, but also laughed and returned her hug, mindful not to accidentally undo Dísa’s beautifully done hair; he could only guess how much time and how many people it must have taken to make it look like a piece of art, because it did.

When she drew back, she studied his chest and then her eyes widened excitedly. "That is the Sirannon, and the end of the embroidery there, isn’t it? And the Doors of Durin," her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. "What a wonderful choice for your garment."

Celebrimbor’s smile was a little proud, perhaps, and certainly wide enough to almost split his face in two. "I’d hoped you and your people might approve. We are neighbors, after all – good ones, or so I should hope. I wish to pick up and continue the collaboration between our people, and honor it to the best of my abilities, as soon as possible."

"Don’t you worry about that, elf," Prince Durin replied from the side, and Celebrimbor straightened to incline his head in respect at the redhead. The other returned the gesture, both to the Lord of Eregion and the High King of the Elves. "Now that the lyin’, deceivin’, good-for-nothin’ Lord of Falsehoods is gone, we will be quick to restore our previous trust, I am sure. If only because Elrond would surely subject me to his blasted doe eyes if we didn’t."

He was audibly joking, and smirked as he said his words, but also couldn’t help and curse Sauron in khuzdul afterwards. While Gil-Galad seemed quite content not to know what the dwarven prince was saying, Celebrimbor wasn’t afforded such a mercy, and he wheezed in his attempt not to laugh at Durin’s language.

"Sorry. I tend to forget Narvi taught you," Durin replied, though there was very little sheepishness to his words. He threw a sidelong glance at Dísa. "And this one, too. Elrond tells me you know how to curse in khuzdul now?"

Remembering his outburst at Adar’s camp – the one he hoped Elrond had not translated and retold to Gil-Galad in full –, the elf scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side for a moment, visibly caught, before he turned back to the dwarves. "I assure you, it wasn’t your lovely wife who taught me these words," Celebrimbor looked at Dísa, who smirked at him, emboldening him to add, "Or, rather. Not all of them."

They shared some laughter among each other. "I couldn’t have known you’d actually use any of it," Dísa defended, though her husband looked more approving than anything.

She stepped forward to touch Celebrimbor’s arm then, and her gaze grew unexpectedly soft. He was quick to pay attention as a result. "So, Celebrimbor. I know this is a feast to celebrate the peace, but there is another matter as well," her eyes seemed to bore into his, despite her light tone and easy smile. "How is the marriage? Are you as content as the occasion makes it seem?"

There were a few hidden questions, tucked safely into the corners of what she had asked – whether he was happy, if he was safe, if this was truly what he wanted or if he was merely doing his duty to the elven people.

It warmed his heart to witness her concern, even diplomatically voiced as it was. As he glanced at Durin, the prince wore a frown, much more plainly displaying his doubts than his wife did. Gil-Galad, notably, had been quietly observing the situation, sipping on some tea and holding himself back.

Perhaps, the interaction between him and Durin concerning that large stone table was still at the forefront of his mind. The thought brought a bit of mirth to the smith; Elrond had taken much delight in gossiping to Celebrimbor about the real nature of the dispute after the fact.

He gently put his hand onto Dísa’s shoulder, and let his own expression turn soft with open affection he thought of Adar, and how he felt whenever he was with his husband.

"I assure you, Lady Dísa, I couldn’t be happier with my lot. The circumstances of my marriage and subsequent partnership with Adar might have been unusual. But the victory achieved, we all achieved together. And both our feelings for one another are genuine. It’s not merely a political match – we have grown quite fond of each other."

He grinned and winked at his last words. Dísa’s bright laughter in response broke whatever tension had fallen over them.

"Now then, that does sound very promising indeed," she replied, and patted his arm. "You should come visit us. Maybe we’ll have more time to speak then. I’d certainly like to hear all about what happened to you. Must have been quite the experience, from what Elrond told us already."

"Oh, you have no idea," Celebrimbor replied. "I will make sure to visit you again soon, once all of this," he indicated Eregion at large, "has been taken care of. Speaking of which, how have things been in Khazad-Dum? Have they- improved?"

His question was asked haltingly, and the elf couldn’t help but fiddle with the braided ring on his finger as he brought it forth. He wanted to hear news from the dwarven kingdom, but he also feared what his friends might tell him; about the corrupted rings and their effects, especially. The fact that Narvi, Durin and Dísa had been so elated to see him was already more than he deserved, in his opinion.

Dísa kept her smile, but it visibly became a little strained as she grew more serious, and turned towards her husband, who readily stepped closer and regarded Celebrimbor. Instead of appearing angry or dismayed, his expression was wry more than anything else.

"Yeah, well. About that," he seemed a bit sheepish, causing Celebrimbor to blink in confusion. "Let’s just say I might have temporarily lost my place as heir apparent when I took a fist to my father’s face, knocked him out cold, and threw his ring down the deepest shaft I could find."

He said it with a mix of pride, defiance and embarrassment that gave Celebrimbor almost as much whiplash as the prince’s words had done. He heard Gil-Galad quietly choke on his tea, and needed a moment to fully grasp the other’s meaning.

"You. You punched your own father? King Durin III?" The smith raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Things must have been truly dire for the prince to do so; he might not always see eye-to-eye with his father, from Celebrimbor had witnessed, but deep down Prince Durin held plenty of respect for his king – adored him, frankly, from what Dísa had spilled in conversations between the two of them.

She nodded, gravely, and threw her husband a disapproving glance. "He did. At least he didn’t do it in public but, word got out anyways," the way she looked at Celebrimbor clearly said, 'Can you believe this hotheaded fool?'

The smith was torn between wanting to point out that the rings had indeed been far more dangerous than even Durin could have forseen, and agreeing that perhaps, stealing or wresting the ring from the dwarven king might have been the preferable option.

His eyebrows were raised in worry as he asked, "A-and. How is your father now?" He blanched. "You’ve not been cast out from your people, or your home, surely?"

The prince was quick to wave him off, while Dísa reassured him by rubbing his arm and giving him a firm headshake. A weight slid off Celebrimbor’s shoulders. "Nah, nothin’ like that. He was rightly pissed, declared I wasn’t his heir anymore and gave me the cold shoulder for a bit. But, I think ever since the rings ‘ave been gone, he’s slowly come back to his senses."

He shrugged. "He’s still mad about the punch itself, but I think he can understand where I came from."

Dísa nodded. "We need to give it time. King Durin’s got other things to deal with, for now, anyways," she was obviously reluctant to worry Celebrimbor even further, but then sighed and admitted, "We suspect there might be another...problem. Down in the depths of the mountain. We’re not quite sure what yet, but there have been rather ominous rumblings, and reports of fireshine from down below. We have been halting a lot of our mining, and even prospecting for new veins, as a result."

"That sounds quite foreboding," the elf agreed, feeling troubled by her words. "Don’t get me wrong, I am very glad to hear the rings have been taken care of. But this new potential threat...is there anything I can do to help?"

Durin’s smile was wry, while Dísa’s was bright.

"Nothin’ concrete yet, but we appreciate the offer," the prince said. "My father wants to exercise utmost caution – his words, not mine. We’ll have to see how that works out, for now."

"Of course," Celebrimbor replied, and bowed just a little. "You are not just allies, but neighbors and most importantly, friends. I would be happy to assist you."

"Perhaps me and my people might be of help here," came a voice from the far corner of the hall. Celebrimbor looked up to see Adar come in from the hallway, some of his uruk in tow, though they were careful to keep their distance from the dwarves. Adar inclined this head to Durin and Dísa, before he stepped up to Celebrimbor’s side. The elf held his breath, trying to gauge how the delegation from Khazad-Dum might react.

Adar, however, continued to speak – and looked at the dwarves evenly. "My children are able to navigate the dark with ease. They can also dig tunnels and climb quite well. Maybe they might aid your people in any excursions down into the depths of the mountain; if there should be remnants of something truly evil there, they would be able to sense and help identify it."

There was a heavy pause after he had made his offer; both Durin and Dísa had been visibly more alert since Adar had announced his presence. While Dísa merely looked cautious, but was trying to subtly keep an eye on the other, Durin was openly scowling at him. Adar, for his part, did not give away much through his body or expression, appearing serious but not tense.

Except for the fact that Celebrimbor make out how his husband had pressed his thumb to his wedding ring, judging by how he held his right hand. The elf suspected the uruk was itching to have his broadsword – not because he expected to use it, but because he’d often grasped it in the past when he had needed something to ground himself, from what Celebrimbor had witnessed.

He could see Dísa chance a glance at her husband, raise her eyebrows, and hurry to try and find both a smile and a polite answer to Adar’s words, while Durin opened his mouth to retort and squared his shoulders in a way that did not bode well.

The smith could hear Gil-Galad stepping over, perhaps to intervene, and Celebrimbor too was quick to put a hand onto Adar’s arm in preparation to utter his support of his husband’s idea.

However, neither of them were as fast as Narvi.

"That is a fine piece of work," he remarked, audibly impressed. When the Lord of Eregion and the others looked over, the dwarven smith had his gaze fixed on Adar’s cuirass. Celebrimbor blinked, and saw Dísa and Durin both halt, then take a closer look at the armor as well.

Celebrimbor felt himself preen, just a little, raising to his full height at the praise, for it was likely in part addressed towards him.

As he’d promised the other, back when Adar decided against wearing a traditional robe for the festivities, the elf had taken the uruk to his new forge a few times during the late hours of the evening. His assistants thankfully had been aware enough to busy themselves with projects on the far side of the smithy, while Adar took off his cuirass and allowed the elf to work on it.

They both had decided to leave the blackened color of the metal as it was, but wherever there were rust or holes, the smith had taken to the armor and patched it up. He’d decided to deliberately not try and make the metal he used fit in, but rather gone and done it by the way of the uruk. That was, he let his own additions be visibly new, and different from the rest.

Adar’s armor was now flecked with silvery patches of metal, which from a distance looked like stars in the night sky. The bigger parts, Celebrimbor made to be less shiny, and had decided to adorn with some subtle designs instead.

The rim of Adar’s gorget, for example, was now decorated with a fine line of subtle, beautiful holly leaves and sage blossoms, interwoven amongst each other in muted silver. There had also been a large hole in his chest armor, near the uruk’s stomach, which had been fixed and adorned with a constellation of the night sky over Eregion, an eight-pointed star as its center piece.

It was indeed a rather fine piece of work, if Celebrimbor might say so himself. Such praise from another smith meant a lot to him.

"Thank you, my lord," this was Adar, who had gone so far as to incline his head in gratitude at Narvi. Celebrimbor felt warmth swell in his chest as the uruk continued. "My husband was kind enough to repair parts of my armor as a second wedding present."

And then he turned and looked at Celebrimbor, gaze softening. "The first being the reforged crown of Morgoth – remade as the sword which helped us kill the Deceiver," with those words, he turned back to the dwarves.

While Durin looked quite stunned, Dísa was once again smiling and looking to be more at ease, while Narvi was nodding in obvious approval.

"No need to call me lord – Adar, right?" Narvi said, and bowed slightly. "The name’s Narvi. I’m a smith, much like your Celebrimbor," he smirked.

Celebrimbor could see just the hint of a grin on Adar’s lips as the uruk looked back at the dwarf, and then also bowed just a little. "Adar is correct. My children refer to me as Lord Father of the Uruk, but Adar is the only name and title I require."

He turned and bowed to Durin and Dísa as well. "Forgive my manner of introduction. I could not help but overhear your...plight."

While she still looked just a little apprehensive, Dísa was quick to smile brightly at the acknowledgement by the other, and curtsied in response to his words. "It’s alright. I am Dísa, and this," she proceeded to subtly elbow her husband in the side, who shook himself from his frozen state and begrudgingly bowed a little as well. "Is Durin IV, son of Durin III and Crown Prince of Khazad-Dum. Though the title might be in question, at the current moment at least." The last sentence was said in wry humor.

"It is a pleasure, and an honor, to make your aquaintance," the uruk replied, voice genuine and wholly without any audible caveats, which was a relief. Celebrimbor knew his husband was just as interested in trying to create a lasting peace between uruk and dwarves as Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad and Elrond were, but he also knew Adar would not accept any ill words or insults to be spoken about his children.

It was a fine line to walk, but one they had seemingly managed not to stray from, at least so far.

Durin’s gaze was still assessing, but between Narvi’s open curiosity and Dísa’s attempts at a polite, diplomatic conversation, nevermind Adar’s proposition, he eventually deflated and merely asked, "So, about that offer you made just now. You serious?"

Adar nodded, "Absolutely. My hope is that, between elven records, my children’s skills and your hospitality and equipment, we might find a solution to your problem – and perhaps, a first step towards a future collaboration between our people."

This time, Celebrimbor did not have to hold his breath, as Durin hummed and nodded in reply. Celebrimbor and Dísa threw each other hopeful smiles, and when the smith turned to his High King, he too looked to be slightly optimistic, at least.

[lizzybeeee]

Tevinter is the kind of place that would hold Toddlers and Tiaras pageants

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

I know that elves only marrying once is a thing in lotr,

But i would have really liked to see them, as a result of being immortal, grapple with the idea that “just because a marriage ends, doesn’t mean it’s a failed marriage”.

Like, ok, yeah, a couple that was together for hundreds or thousands of years divorced, but that doesn’t mean they don’t care for each other, or regret their marriage. It just means they got what they wanted out of their marriage, and now it’s time to take separate paths and move on.

Like them still being grateful for their shared experience as partners for years upon years, and also acknowledging that over the course of centuries, people change and sometimes you just grow apart as a result.

[elowyn-took]

The Day that Their Hands will be Joined

Summary:

Eärwen, third born daughter to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, is a soft and gentle elf. She spends her days floating in a river, connecting with the earth. Her emotions often overwhelm her, like she was an overflowing cup, but as long as she spends her days connected to the water she can remain calm.

In secret, her parents plan a betrothal to Prince Kili, nephew to King Thorin Oakenshield, the king under the mountain. When she finds out, her anger spills out, prompting her to run.

But when Thorin approaches her with a new offer, to spend time at Erebor and meet his nephew, she accepts it, wanting to escape her parents.

Will Eärwen fall in love with the dwarven prince? Will Kili fall in love with The Lady of the River? Can they overcome their differences and unify the rift between elves and dwarves? Only time will tell

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ MDNI

Currently does not have smut but will eventually

Chapter One: She Belongs to the River

Chapter Two: The Mountains of Erebor

[lgbtpopcult]

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[bluerose5]

Me, thinking about a future/AU in which Zevran and Lucanis get married, arranged or otherwise: Oh, I bet Zevran would be INSUFFERABLE for Caterina to be around! Deal with it, granny! Wait... Why does this seem familiar?

Me, remembering the Wyllstarion & Ulder dynamics that exist in my brain: Ah, yes that's why.

[arifromchaosland]

I'm in my solavellan era. again. thx veilguard It's makes me to remember one nice gift. I forgot about it. Absolutely. I don't know HOW. After wedding my husband have gifted me tablet for my studies and work and what important! THIS! This on the tablet back side! He is realy not good at all elven stuff and dragon age lore but he wanted to make me happy and maybe to make me laugh. Well done. And even more. It have made me more open to share to him something important to me if even it's my emotions and feeling about romances in the game.

[the-unconquered-queen]

Currently thinking about how amatonormativity probably isn't a big thing for elves in the Blades universe. See, they value two things in interpersonal relationships: emotional compatibility and sexual attraction. Romance is completely excluded from sexual attraction, which is why it's not the person you're sexually compatible with that you marry, and sharing both bonds is taboo.

But then romance would fall under emotional compatibility, and as we saw with Tyril and Kaya, it's canon that a deep friendship also falls under this umbrella just as much, to the point that Tyril states that he and Kaya would have made a great marriage pair despite Kaya being a lesbian and him not being aromantic, so then despite both of them experiencing romantic attraction for other people, they possibly would have ended up in a QPR anyway.

I just think it's Neat that the Blades elves don't seem to make a hierarchy of romance and friendship when distinguishing deep bonds.

(They also could've chosen to lump romantic compatibility in with sexual attraction instead of with platonic compatibility, so instead of Kilvali being platonic OR romantic intimacy, it would only be the former and then Dinvali would've been romantic OR sexual intimacy, but I'm glad they decided that romance is more an emotional bond than a physical one.)

Though then I wonder if allonormativity does exist among elves, because they don't place a particular importance on romance but they DO place a particular importance on sexual attraction through Dinvali (even if they put emotional compatibility above sexual attraction) and there's a culture of having multiple sexual partners, so I have to wonder if not sharing Dinvali ever and not taking sexual partners is about as taboo as being monogamous. Ik the monogamy thing is because it was blasphemous to try to have both with someone they way the gods did, but if you share Kilvali with someone and then Dinvali with no one you're technically monogamous. Maybe it's not as frowned upon since it's not that they're sharing both -valis, so then could a controversial couple that does share both escape public criticism by pretending they're both ace and therefore they're monogamous but in a gods-honoring way?

Also interesting on the note that if you marry someone over Kilvali because you're romantically compatible you're not supposed to have sex with them??? Because, again, sharing both is taboo. Are (sex-favorable) ace4ace elven couples the only ones who could uncontroversially have sex with their partners? Because Dinvali is described as sexual ATTRACTION in the lore tablet. and if the attraction is not there, it's not Dinvali, so it's not both and the gods (and conservative elves) don't get pissy.

Either way, just. Shoutout to Blades!elves. They girlbossed so hard in normalizing the split attraction model that they denormalized having sex w the person you're in love with and that's kind of hilarious.

[asterdeer]

really been struggling with finding good mindless queer audiobooks to distract myself with lately. today i started not one but two different poorly written fantasy romances where the main characters bone within 24 hours of meeting each other (one of them was literally 5 minutes after meeting). allos are wild

[allbycharles]

So is it really canon elves get married by lovemaking?

Aaand...its canon they can get drunk? (see Hobbit and Thranduil's elves)

Soooooo....

How many elves accidentaly got married due to drunk sex?

[lenbryant]

The half-elven.

[invinciblerodent]

I know it's not really a popular interpretation that's gonna win me a bunch of brownie points (from what I've seen many seem to like him more as a tortured romantic or a "crouching grouch, hidden softie"), but I personally am growing to really like characterizing Astarion as a... a weird, selfish, jealous little chaos gremlin that, while he of course has his reasons, is just kind of a crappy person, even when he's in love.

Like I can fully see him as someone who, as time passes between the first proposition and the commitment scene (and you're still not throwing yourself at his feet, blubbering and sobbing about how much you love him????? the audacity??????), starts to get annoyed at you every time you talk to someone a bit too long for his liking. Like I have a veritable plethora of shots of the amazing stankfaces and unimpressed scowls he makes over my girl's shoulder (I know it's probably because he's the second in the party lineup, but in-fiction it's still funny), and some of the stills I grabbed from his comment on fixing -and hugging- Karlach are... actually kind of incredible.

Like, if I presented to you with this screenshot:

and told you this is one of the faces he makes when he says "So, the untouchable Karlach is untouchable no more"? You'd probably assume that he's furious about it for some reason.

And there is a part of me kind of thinks he is, at least in a way, furious, because it takes him a few frames to compose himself, and put his pleasant smile back on:

-which is something I saw him do before. Making a very obviously blank/angry/sad face, taking a moment, and putting on a charming face right away. It's not new, really.

These three shots above were taken over the course of like 2 seconds, tops. It's a very subtle, "blink and you miss it" type of thing, but that's.... honestly all I need to think that Karlach suddenly being an actual option to you (in his weird, at this point in time very "physicality first" POV) is pissing him the fuck off. Like you doing that for her, collecting and lugging scrap metal around, and seeking out Dammon, means that you care for Karlach in some way. Which, then, makes her an opponent in his vying to be the sole recipient of your attention, and he won't suffer even an unknowing adversary. (And in my case, the object of his slowly blooming affections even hugged Karlach! Like right in front of his face!! What arrogance!!!!!! That's just rude, frankly!!!!!!)

I totally can imagine him being the type of person who, before starting a relationship, would use his lack of a need for rest to snoop through your belongings.

As someone who would casually violate your (and others') privacy in little ways, while holding his own sacred.

As someone who'd spy on your interactions with all the other companions from a crack in his tent's opening, and grip his bedroll in anger watching you dance with Wyll ("don't kiss him, don't kiss him, please don't kiss him, if you kiss him I'm fucked"), or steal your journal and get actually mad at you and be unreasonably acerbic to you the next day if it's in a language he doesn't understand.

This kind of also extends to me kind of imagining him as a boyfriend who, once he gets a bit more comfortable with physical affection, will just casually step up to you, and drape an arm around your waist or shoulders while you're talking to someone, to signal almost a sort of ownership. Someone who will make goading faces at anyone who dares look at you too long, or pull you against him in a brazen display if he catches someone checking you out. Like he'd piss on your leg to mark his territory if he could, but he'll settle for leaving a very obvious, crusted over bite mark on your neck if he must.

And yeah, that would get very annoying to any real person, but like I said about Gale before.... I think your character has got to be at least slightly not normal about them, just to match how profoundly not normal they are about you.

... Anyway, do carry on, I just like this edgy dumbass, I like him being both edgy and a dumbass, and him trying to slowly be better about this whole "~~relationship~~" thing is making my little heart happy

(yes, there's the Halsin thing. I have thoughts. But I won't kick the hornet's nest lol.)

[crudely-drawn-ben]

The last few weeks in teaching myself to draw I've been working on stylisation so I'm trying to draw characters from different places. These two will be familiar to those of you who are fans of "What Should I Do If I've Signed A Marriage Contract With The Elven Princess?"