#hemartia | ame'ma.

[faereun]

i don't know what i'm doing. ame & oberon! ♡

as the echo knight's hands encircle the tiefyr's waist, a smile so uncharacteristically soft in nature paints azure lips, the sharp canid points of elven teeth peeking out from soft flesh. he pulls ame'ma closer to him, so that the two are chest - to - chest; if the druid paid close enough attention, surely he'd feel the [ thud thud thud ] of oberon's heart knocking against the space betwixt his lungs and ribs. ''tis quite alright, my friend,' the archfey murmurs, leading them in a PAINFULLY TENDER WALTZ ; they dance elegant circle 'pon elegant circle across camp, oberon's lithe form cutting through the air like a knife through soft, crumbling bark. 'i reckon i know this old song and dance quite well enough for the both of us,' he admits, hating himself for it just - so. too long he'd played the pretty puppet for his mother, she so insistent he honor his noble background and her wicked lady , he merely eager to keep her eyes on him and off of efru, his beloved sister.

alas, this is a time for celebration, not such morose memories . the sorrow begins to seep out of him, an ever - present trickle as oberon allows the comforting hum of alfira's little ditty to wash over him instead. he dips ame'ma, then spins him with a flourish, much to the delight of their companions if the hoots and hollers are anything to go by. 'sorry, i'm really such a terrible show - off.'