#others f/os: soldagand

[echoes-lighthouse]

Some Favourite Selfships!!! (Part 1/2)

I do a lot of reblog games, but I wanted to strike out on my own and pay homage to some of my favourite couples in the selfship community! Some of these are a bit vintage and folks have moved on to new F/Os, but these ones are in my heart and I hope you'll still appreciate the art <3

There are really too many amazing selfships to count, but these are some of the ones that make me very very happy when they show up on my dash! Thank you all for sharing your love with the community, I think y'all are so so cool.

Part two will be out in like a week because I kind of killed my back with all of this art lol

The blogs featured, in order: @scuttlebear, @sugar-and-pearls, @roboraindrop, @thundercloudshipping, @tunewtuthis, @carbo-ships, @kittyandco, @phantom-rats, @enter-the-phantom, @shiny-self-shipping, @dakotabone1213, and @worldssilliestserpent!

[limey-self-inserts]

Harvest Dance

Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: N/A F/Os: Aniketos (romantic) Summary: With the Harvest Dance coming around, Avon and Aniketos take a few steps forward together, with Soldagand and Carly’s encouragement.

This ficlet features my good friend @carbo-ships self-insert!

tag list: @call--me--home, @morilock, @captainscyarika

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Amber leaves danced on the river surface, gently mulling along in the general direction of the water’s flow but not entirely committed just yet. Most leaves in the trees by now had descended into their autumnal display of brown, orange, red and gold, although they seemed reluctant to start letting these leaves go immediately. The forest wasn’t yet carpeted, only scattered absentmindedly. Not yet enough to crunch pleasantly underfoot as Aniketos and Avon walked alongside the river. 

“Y’know, I didn’t think dryads were that sociable with mortals,” Avon commented.

“Normally we’re not,” Aniketos agreed. “Like most other fae, dryads have a preference of keeping ourselves to our own. The most one might interact with mortals would be to protect their tree or grove, or maybe to assist if their heart took to it. However Soldagand has an ample friendship with the town he lives outside of, and they haven’t been ones to decline a visit from him or myself. Alora...well, she’d rather not and that’s entirely reasonable for her to maintain her boundaries.”

“And you?” Avon’s head tilted to the side as they looked Aniketos over.

“I like to dance,” Ani replied. “I don’t have much opportunity to dance. Either it is just myself, Sol, Carly and Alora, or it is during the Court’s various masquerades. Don’t get me wrong, I do thoroughly enjoy the Court’s dances, but mortals keep coming up with new ones so quickly, and it is quite fun to watch them try when inebriated. Or when I myself am inebriated.”

“Huh, didn’t catch you for the type to have fun while drunk,” Avon said with a small huff but a smile nonetheless. There was no judgement on their face, and none they carried. They wouldn’t judge anyone for finding more fun with their drink, despite their preferred avoidance. 

“It takes a fair amount to get me drunk, at most I may become tipsy from a tavern’s fare. Court wine and Soldagand’s mead are so far the only fare I’ve had that can lead to drunkenness. It’s....more fun watching others in that situation.” A small smile appeared on Ani’s face as he thought about the times he’d been at taverns or parties or balls, watching the other patrons and guests get more and more rowdy or loose with their tongues. Thinking of the times when he’d helped people sober up or accompanied them to their homes, or sat with them for the work of the Queen. Necessary work, if inelegant, and frankly tugging information from a drunken noble felt like a shortcut or method of cheating.

Again Avon’s head tilted, once again looking Aniketos over. It was always a habit of their’s - people watching. Idly they wondered what was going through Ani’s head, before reaching out to steer the conversation and clamber over a fallen tree trunk.

“Did Sol invite you to this festival then?” they asked.

“Yes and no. I have received invitations both from him and from the townspeople,” Aniketos explained with a small wave of the hand. “And in turn, well...I wanted to extend that invitation to you also.” 

It had been Aniketos’ idea. Soldagand had poked the idea further in favour, although his pointing out Sol and Carly’s first dance together did push Aniketos into a flustered splutter. But it made good sense to offer an invitation to a good night that, hopefully, both would enjoy. As such Avon’s laughter was surprising, and even though the sound was merry Ani wondered if he’d made a mistake, especially since they shook their head for a moment. 

“I actually already got an invitation. When I was coming back to your tree last week, I passed through a certain small town and the tavern-keeper brought it up, said I should join in,” Avon said with a soft chuckle. “I wasn’t so sure, but it looks like the world is pretty keen for me to attend. And I’d like to, with you.”

No-one needed to know that Avon had been building themself up to ask Aniketos to join them to this festival dance. No-one needed to know they’d been practising their phrasing all the way through the forest. It was fine - Aniketos had already been invited and had considered Avon in the same way as they had considered him. If anything, it was warming, and a brief excited flutter rose up in Avon’s chest. The thought of music, laughter, dancing, and with Aniketos there too, here now with a happy pondering look, Avon’s chest flutter grew more and more intense. Surely there wasn’t too much to be nervous of though, right?

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“Is this too much? This feels like too much. I’m not sure, is this fine?”

“You’re doing fine.” The smile on Carly’s face remained bright and comfortable as the pair approached the tavern together. It was reassuring, and spread easily to Avon, lighting up their cheeks. 

“Thank you, again. Ani told me you were really good with...y’know.”

“Dresses?”

“Yeah, I mean, no, there was more, a lot more! I just...I don’t have many human friends around here, and I didn’t want to turn up in...the usual stuff,” Avon rambled out in broken chunks. Carly looped an arm in Avon’s, giving their hand a gentle pat. The pair had only known each other for a month at most, but with Aniketos’ introduction Avon had found themself warmly welcomed by his friends. Carly had certainly been very excited to hear that Ani and Avon had been hanging out together, and Avon had been able to chat with the mage a few times before suddenly swinging by her wizard’s castle to beg her assistance.

“Honestly, I think your usual outfit would have been fine. But I can understand wanting to dress up for going out, especially when you got invited by a certain someone,” Carly commented. 

“Th-That has nothing to do with this,” Avon flustered.

“Being invited out to a festival dance by a good friend?”

Oh. Avon rubbed a hand across their face. They were being so stupid about all of this.

“Good point. Yes, I wanted to look better for going to a fancy event with friends, that’s true,” they agreed. Carly gave their arm a gentle squeeze, and Avon returned the gesture with an additional bonk of their forehead against her’s. 

“Ani’s going to be awestruck,” she said softly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

Pushing open the tavern door, both were hit with a comforting wall of noise and heat of many people piled into one massive room. The tavern hall itself had somehow managed to extend itself to fit a majority of the townspeople around every table or already enjoying a little early dancing to a band in the later stages of warming up. Candles ensconced in lanterns made of orange glass had been carefully tucked into corners of the rafters, and garlands of dried wildflowers crossed along the walls and overhead, providing a gentle autumnal ambience and a distant smell of old summer evenings. A few of the other patrons gave them an appreciative look as they walked by, but not everyone else seemed inclined to pay attention. It was hard enough to make out even one person standing in front of you, let alone dozens all crammed together like sardines. 

“Do you see Soldagand?" Avon asked. He was usually the easiest to spot out of the four friends, the dryad managing to reach seven feet tall when standing to his full height. 

“He should be here," Carly said with more confidence than she felt. She had never liked big crowds; she preferred the quiet intimacy that could easily occur after a meal and drink on a small table or in some quiet corner where there weren't so many people crowded around it. This seemed to be a sentiment that Avon shared, as they tucked themself closer to Carly as the pair ventured a couple steps further in. 

"Evening!" A small child ran up to them, holding up garlands of later summer flowers. He held up the small crowns, giving them a gap-toothed grin. "For the dancin'!" 

"Aw, thank you." Carly took a pair of garlands from the kid, handing over a silver piece to the requesting hand, before the child ran off to find someone else to try and provide flowers for. She set one of the garlands carefully on her head, before offering the other crown to Avon.

"...Really?" There was no distaste in Avon's voice, only confusion. 

"It'll suit you," Carly encouraged them, and they leant down a little to let her place the crown on their head. At that moment, a small uproar of cheers rose up from one corner of the tavern. Glancing over, it wasn't hard to spot Soldagand as he began to wave the pair over, having spotted them first. Quickly Carly grabbed hold of Avon's arm and dragged them through the crowd. Soldagand and Aniketos had taken one of the tables seemingly at the head of the tavern, almost like a seat of honour that overlooked the interior. The pair finally reached Soldagand, who immediately enveloped his beloved in a hug, lifting Carly almost entirely off the ground and spinning her a little in the process. Carly laughed as she returned to her boyfriend's embrace. After a brief kiss, Sol put Carly back down, letting her step back to Avon. 

“Sorry we kept you both waiting, there was a little wardrobe anxiety, but we managed well enough," Carly explained. 

"Sure you did. You look gorgeous, darlin'," Soldagand said with a delighted rumble of laughter. "This a new dress?" 

The soft green and blue dress in question caught the shimmering lights around, revealing the pattern sewn into the cloth, vines rising to the sky and bluebirds dancing around. Carly's cheeks blushed heavily as she nodded. 

"Yep. Bought it a couple days ago," she admitted, tugging at the hem of her sleeves. 

"It looks beautiful on you, darling." Soldagand wrapped both arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you didn't have to wait too long to wear it." 

In the moment of silence that followed within the group, both Sol and Carly turned to look at their other two friends. Avon stood in nervous quiet, their thumbs turning over and over around their palms. Aniketos remained seated, his eyes wider than usual and his mouth just slightly open. 

Under Carly's supervision, Avon had been dressed in a grey tunic with various red, orange and yellow sewn patterns criss-crossing the body. Patterned in the stitches, autumn leaves fell down Avon's torso, a soft alternative to the bold reds and soft browns they usually wore. This was made up for by the long dark red skirt that rustled around their ankles, folding over and over into itself in a way that promised that it would flare out wide the moment Avon decided to turn and move. The most striking thing about Avon, though, was the matching cloak that adorned their shoulders, embroidered with a golden sunburst symbol. The decorations glowed gold, and seemed more vibrant than the bright colors of the rest of the decorations that littered the tavern's interior. Aniketos swallowed thickly, still staring. When his gaze finally pulled away from Avon, the expression on his face was unreadable but the blush on his face was far too telling. He looked down at the table, avoiding Carly and Soldagand's gazes, and mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "unexpected". 

"Well, I think this is a nice surprise, don't you?" Avon asked Aniketos, breaking the tension, but leaving them unable to meet either of their gazes. Avon rubbed the back of their neck, trying to figure out exactly what had gotten through to him. Carly and Soldagand were busy exchanging knowing looks - they knew all too well what had caught their friend's silver tongue. 

"Come on and take a seat, you two. Dancin' should be starting soon, but there's no reason to have you both standin’ around when there's chairs." Soldagand took a seat, leaning back into the large chair. It seemed to have been personally designed for his size and stature. 

"There's only three seats," Carly commented. 

"Well, we can always share," Soldagand replied, giving her a cheeky grin and patting his leg. Carly's cheeks darkened rapidly. She knew exactly what he was doing, there'd been discussion on how to try and nudge their friends closer together, but this hadn't been part of the plans. Regardless, she shuffled up onto Sol's lap, shaking her head as he grinned in satisfaction. 

"You know what, I think I'll just sit next to Sol," Avon declared, taking a seat on the other side of him. Conveniently, it was directly opposite to Aniketos. It meant the pair actually had to look at each other, instead of hoping they could get away with glancing over shoulders or at a rather pretty garland or somewhere in the distance.

"Those flower crowns are rather delightful," Aniketos finally broke that particular awkward silence.

"Yeah, they're pretty cute," Avon agreed. "Why didn't you guys get one? Or is it because of - " Dryads. Not much else to be said from there.

"No, not because we're dryads," Aniketos replied. "If I have an abundance of flowers, I prefer to weave them separately into my hair instead of wearing a garland. It fits better."

"Flower crowns just ain't my style," Soldagand added.

"I dunno, you would look cute in daisies," Avon commented. This they could do easily at least, a little lighthearted teasing of friends.

"I'm not here to look cute though."

"Carly would say otherwise." This got Carly's attention, having been temporarily distracted by Sol's presence and warmth. As she spluttered in an attempt to defend herself from this teasing comment and Avon's smug expression, Soldagand ran a hand down his face and Aniketos had to suppress a burst of laughter. 

Despite their amusement, the conversation faded into nothing once again until the start of the dance began. The first song started up just as drinks arrived for the table, a long note from the fiddle summoning a cheer from the tavern interior. A handful of the more eager or inebriated dancers were first to take the floor, a jaunty song picking up with backing from flute, drum and lute. 

"You two should go dance," Soldagand said, gesturing to Avon and Aniketos. Both seemed to look startled, but Aniketos recovered first and turned to Avon with a warm smile. 

"We probably should. That's what we came here to do, no?" 

"I mean, you're right-" Avon's cheeks were so warm right now, and it wasn't because of the mead, the people, or the candles. They couldn't even begin to explain the butterflies that suddenly began to fill his chest. Aniketos got up from his seat, reaching out a hand to Avon and pulling the other up to their feet. As the pair of them made their way down from the seating area, Carly leaned forward on her elbows and watched them go with a fond smile. 

"They are falling over themselves for each other," Soldagand commented. 

"They really are, huh?" 

Avon and Aniketos approached the dance-floor together, Avon acutely aware that Ani hadn't let go of their hand. They had to wait for the first song to finish, but as the last note rang out and people clapped their joy, Ani gave Avon's hand a gentle squeeze. 

"If needs be, just follow my lead," he reassured them. 

"Mmm, that might be a problem," they replied with a small shake in their voice. "I'm used to being the one leading, is all." 

"Maybe I can help you figure it out," Aniketos grinned, tugging at Avon's arm slightly. As the next song began, the two began to move more readily than Ani would have predicted. They stepped to a beat without needing to be asked, an upbeat rhythm that had Aniketos twirling Avon around. As they danced, Aniketos caught sight of Soldagand and Carly sitting near the back of the room, watching him and Avon. It made him blush a bit, though it did little to deter the grin he felt growing across his face. 

"You're a very good dancer, you know?" he commented to Avon. 

"Of course. I'm an excellent dancer," Avon replied with a light-hearted laugh. 

"Then why did you seem nervous?" 

Did Avon dare reply that it was because of Aniketos? That they didn't want to mess up and disappoint him? That they'd prepared themself so much and worried over every small detail of the evening in case it changed Ani's opinion of them? Maybe so. But maybe they needed to let all of those worries go and simply enjoy the music as they were oft to do. 

"Little bit of stage-fright," Avon eventually replied with a small shrug. "And I haven't danced with a partner in a year or two." Ani laughed heartily at that, just as the pair nearly slipped on some spilled mead. He held them steady, laughing more when Avon blushed furiously. 

"It may not seem like it, but your reflexes are quite impressive," Aniketos said. "You caught yourself more than I did." 

"I'm very used to dancing in taverns," Avon said, chuckling gently. "You know, we're talking an awful lot for people who should be dancing." 

"Isn't that how it should be?" 

"No, dancing is for getting so energetic you can barely speak another word." Avon slipped under Aniketos' arm, spinning around him with their arms held wide open as their skirt flared open. Firelike imagery rippled over the cloth, turning Avon into a beaming, laughing bonfire of a person. They glowed in the music. Aniketos felt his heart skip a beat when they pulled their arms close around his neck. "It's not just dancing. It's magic." 

A small gasp escaped Aniketos. His mind went completely blank as Avon's words sank into his thoughts, the picture of Avon as a wildfire painted into his memory, and then his hands reached out to bring Avon closer against him. Now as they danced, Avon felt Aniketos' fingers wrap around their wrists, holding onto them tightly. It was like dancing was breathing and the music was their air, and Aniketos was drowning himself in all of it, his eyes alight with joy. Avon grinned back at him, matching the energy and pace of the music. Only when the last note sounded did they come to a stop, the silence lingering for several moments and punctuated only by their own breathing. Then a few voices shouted, announcing the end of the song and the start of a new set. 

"Well..." Aniketos mumbled, loosening his grasp on Avon's wrists and looking away. "That was certainly..." He never normally struggled to find any words to a situation, always finding the right sentence to bring about, the right response or phrase. But now, breathing a little heavier than normal, Aniketos was tongue-tied. Avon glanced over his face, the faintest pink dusting across their cheeks. Their eyes met again, and Avon found Aniketos staring back at them rather intensely. The tips of his ears were hued with deep red and he looked almost as flustered as Avon felt. 

"Very nice?" Avon supplied after a moment, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes," Aniketos breathed, giving Avon a bashful smile. "That was really quite enjoyable." 

"Yeah," Avon agreed with a sigh of relief. "It was." 

"It's not quite as formal as I'm used to, certainly." 

"Oh?" Avon leaned in and nudged Aniketos with their hip, glancing to the band that was beginning their next song. "You want to teach me how they dance formally?" 

"Maybe so," Aniketos said, a renewed gleam in his eye, taking Avon's hand again. This time he placed his other hand on their waist. "Although I get the feeling you'll already be quite good at it." 

"I'm excellent at a jig, not a waltz."

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Together they continued to dance. Waltzes became salsas became stepping in time with ceilidh shouts became spinning haphazardly by each other’s side. Aniketos had mentioned that he didn’t tend to get drunk, but he felt this was about as close as he would ever be able to get without imbibing anything strong. His heart raced, his chest was full of warmth, and the world circled around him and Avon, and only them. 

About half of the tavern had fizzled out, energy levels having reached their limits and families needing to return home. Many of those left were couples, hopeful pairs looking for company for the night, and a fair few who were there for dancing and mead and nothing else. Soldagand and Carly still remained too. It seemed that the pair of humans were wavering though, not quite carrying the unbounding energy of dryads. With Carly leaning into Sol’s side, Avon rested their head on Aniketos’ shoulder. 

“How are you doing?” they asked him, voice light but sluggish.

“I’m faring quite well, but it is you that I’m more concerned about,” Ani replied, in the fond tone of voice that suggested amusement more than significant concern. “Perhaps it’s best to get you to a bed before you fall asleep.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Avon allowed Aniketos to wrap an arm around their shoulders, guiding them away from the dancing area.

“Headin’ off already?” Sol called over.

“Avon is in need of retiring to sleep before they do so prematurely,” Aniketos replied. “I would recommend the same with Carly there.”

“We’ll be okay,” Carly called back. “You two take care!” As they walked out of the tavern, she slipped a hand into Sol’s. “They will be okay, right?”

“They’ll be fine,” Soldagand reassured her. “Ani knows the forest, and the forest knows him. They’ll travel safe.”

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“I’m going to need to leave tomorrow.” Avon’s voice wavered as they spoke, staring down into the ground. They’d been walking for nearly an hour in total silence, and their fortitude had snapped. They could feel Aniketos pause mid-step, and then his hand squeezed them closer.

“Already?” he asked quietly. Hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” they replied. “I don’t want to. But I do need to.”

“But...why?”

“It’s a personal thing. Once a month. I have a...duty to attend to.” They continued to leave their gaze on the grass and soil that moved too slowly underfoot. Aniketos was silent for too long again, seconds becoming minutes becoming days.

“No. I understand. I’m sometimes summoned to attend duties myself,” he said. “I only wish you well and safety on the road ahead.”

“I will come back.” This time Avon stopped on purpose, halting Aniketos too. Taking his hand in both of their’s, they looked to him with that fierceness of the wildfire. “You’re...you’re my dearest friend, Ani. You’ve given me a safe place where I can always return to, if you’ll still allow it.”

“Avon...” Aniketos’ other hand reached up and cupped their cheek, feeling the wet sting of tears flow over his thumb. “I will always welcome you back to my tree.” 

Smiling through the tears, Avon darted forward, pulling Aniketos into a tight embrace, one returned with equal fervour. He knew that they would return, but he also knew that they were mortal. They weren’t bound by any fae enchantment. They could get hurt. He held them close, hoping maybe some of his dryadic nature could seep into Avon’s bones and protect them, and felt within his fae spirit the deep overwhelming spring of desire. To contain and to hold. To possess. To care for. To protect and nurture.

Love.

Avon pulled slowly away, like molasses from a spoon, and it left a bitter taste for that absence of sweetness. But they still held his hand (was it always so soft?) and their eyes met his (did they normally reflect the moon so perfectly?) and the pair walked in the silent warmth with the last dregs of summer.

[limey-self-inserts]

Howdy Limey!! I hope you're doing well, royal! I wanted to come ask- has there ever been a time when you helped take care of an f/o when they got hurt or were sick? If so, please paint me a picture 🥺? Were they quick to come to you, or did they struggle to accept help? Have any of your f/os ever returned the favor? Please remember they love you so much and are so grateful to you for always being there for them ✨💚🌱!!!!

Clover @tex-treasures

Hiya Tex! it's being a lovely evening, thank you for your ask! ooooo this is providing good thoughts. I'll talk through Aniketos and Viktor as two possibilities

as one may guess, Aniketos is a major caregiver. after all, he found Avon and cared for them without having met them before. he also helps look after Soldagand a lot, with the other dryad being more involved in fights he sometimes turns up at Ani's tree to get his injuries tended to. so when Aniketos gets injured or sick, he knows how to deal with these issues. he's also been living predominantly alone in his tree for years upon years - such is the life of a dryad. I'm certain if Sol or Alora (another nearby dryad) were to have visited and found Ani unwell, they would have helped him out.

because of how all of this unfolds, when Avon comes to Aniketos' tree and finds him slow to respond to their call, and notices that the exterior bark is peeling in places, they're already worried when Ani comes out from the tree to help them through. he's clammy to touch and wobbles as he walks, and they outright ask if he's sick. he confirms this - his tree has a touch of bark rot from recent humid spells, which won't kill it or him, but he needs to rest and let his magic repair the damage. as a dryad, it means he's mostly out of commission. Avon sets down their things and simply asks "let me help. how can I best help you right now?"

Aniketos isn't quick to ask for help, but he doesn't turn it down when offered. he gives Avon instructions for how to brew a medicinal tea and where the food stores are, but they do much of the rest that's needed. they make a cozy nest for him in the living room, where the squirrels and other tree critters can come visit, pillows plumped up and blankets carefully draped over him. they make dinners to share, wet rags to lay over his forehead when his temperature spikes, and sit on the floor next to him. either rambling about recent adventures, singing for him, or sitting in silence with their head against his arm while he sleeps. Ani probably wakes up at some point to find Avon conked out in that position, and has to jostle them awake to join him on the couch. it's an interesting discussion the following morning, but at least Aniketos recovered more overnight.

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now Viktor has his severe chronic illness. in his situation, he's dealt with it a lot by himself, maybe even felt pressured not to let other people help him when struggling. he keeps a lot close to his chest, overworking or going that extra mile and ending up the next day suffering for it.

he has more people around him nowadays though. there's Jayce, Skye, and now Aravor. the difference between the first two is that they function on regular working hours of a Piltover citizen. Aravor meanwhile functions on 'literally any hour'. this means if Viktor is working late into the night, feeling another muscle cramp or migraine coming on, the potential of a scrangly individual rolling through the window is certainly present. this also means that on a few occasions, Aravor has been present to learn more about Viktor's illness.

there's one day where Viktor just has a Bad Day. no overworking the previous day, no sign of it coming around, he simply wakes up to an aching leg and severe fatigue. he gets up to his laboratory with effort, sits down to try and collect his thoughts as best as possible, and two hours later, lo, there's a soft thump as Aravor arrives. it doesn't take long for them to notice Viktor's exhaustion and his reluctance to stand up. they quickly ask if they can help and Viktor waves the offer away - there's little to be done to help. so they ask instead "what's one thing I can do right now that could make your life better?"

actually, tea would be nice, Viktor says. so Aravor does the academy's most fascinating stealth mission to get a pot of tea, and a plate of biscuits because they saw them there and figured to bring just in case. Viktor is able to make himself tea, while Aravor sorts through his notes according to their last discussion. again, what's one thing he can think of. this time, it's having someone writing up a few of his notes on the blackboard, which Aravor does. they go back and forth, Viktor taking over frequently, but he has the opportunity to rest more. Aravor doesn't pressure him for things they can help with, only providing options for him to agree with when he runs out of thought processing capability.

by the end of the day, Viktor isn't better, but he's not as bad as he might have been without the small bits of assistance. Aravor knows they can't provide a cure-all for Viktor's exhaustion and pain, but they always have a hand extended for Viktor to take if he chooses. that's the important part, I think, that Viktor doesn't have that choice removed. I'm certain Aravor and Viktor have talked about circumstances like Viktor collapsing or struggling to breathe, that's the point where Aravor just does what is needed to help. but they're not going to move things around or pick him up without a prior agreement, absolutely not. it works well for the pair in this way. Viktor has independence and Aravor can still help.

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thank you again for sending this ask in! it gave me a lot to think about, especially with Viktor and Aravor as I'm aware that part ran on a long while. chronic illnesses are difficult to live with, but the autonomy of the individual should be respected, and I hope I reflect that well with Viktor and Aravor's interactions.

thank you also for the rainy day imagine! I'm thinking of turning it into a drabble, it was a lovely imagine for sure ^v^ have a lovely day, Tex!