#wotr daeran

[ylieke]

Daeran for @valiantcat

[thatratgo]

Darean vs Astarion polls be like:

[rrevas]

Daeran Arendae

Commission done by 拉普拉斯如是说

[ptkhnhnsbrt]

A three-month-old idea with this sassy boy finally came to life. Open more for alt. version without text part.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Setting aside the knee-jerk 'eeeeew you're in love with your cousin' reaction to Daeran's illusion in Areelu's Lab, I need to talk a second about what a profoundly telling character moment that is for both Daeran and Galfrey.

Daeran refers to Galfrey as the 'Queen of his dreams' and mentions it being twisted by demon logic when questioned. It makes sense that demons would immediately latch on to a psychosexual implication, but it's not about having a crush on her.

The desire to have Galfrey 'out of her armor' is the desire to reconnect with the last member of his family.

He mentions when you ask about his Mother that she was a 'real' mother as opposed to a 'Countess' mother, implying that she was less interested in raising him to be a Proper Noble and more interested in just being present as his only parent. This is indicated in the glimpses we see of his younger self at the party, and in his often-stated resentment towards the necessities of 'proper comportment.'

Galfrey also mentions how close she was to Silaena, referring to her as a 'real' family member, the only person she was truly close to. From the way both of them speak about her, Silaena Arendae was a central, stabilizing part of both of their lives. Galfrey also mentions what a sweet boy Daeran was as a small child, implying a much closer relationship than the current mutual polite revulsion. @thedosianexplorer surmised to me that it's likely Galfrey was once a beloved, comforting figure in young Daeran's life, and I agree. How could she be anything else to the son of someone she so loved? And how awful must it have been to both of them to have that taken away?

Losing the rest of their noble family was certainly a blow, but neither of them even mention their names. The moment Silaena died, however, that was when they were both orphaned. What makes it all the more tragic is the grief that could have brought them closer only served to completely sever their familial connection.

Galfrey has no clue about the true reason Daeran clings so desperately to enjoying life; all she knows is that he may have physically survived but the child she loved was very much dead with the rest of them - in its place an irresponsible, flippant, spoiled brat unwilling to fill the space Silaena left behind. Daeran has no way of communicating the truth to Galfrey, and acts resentfully towards who or whatever else she puts her attention towards, while flaunting his lifestyle at every opportunity.

His lifestyle, as such, is an Emperor's Wardrobe of red flags, but it's hard to see those flags through tunnel vision stained with demon blood. Neither of them are allowed to mourn, but at least Daeran can try to be happy. But as for Galfrey, thedosianexplorer put it best in this hypothetical line:

'How dare you let yourself be happy, I haven't let myself be happy since your mother died.'

The tragedy is that Daeran's need for secrecy and Galfrey's state- and self- imposed martyrdom has created an impenetrable armor between them, and I think is at the heart of the loneliness they both feel. The cruelty of that moment, where the dream of connection is twisted into a mean joke, still sits with me.

[grimvestige]

More silly memes, but this time it's more Wrath stuff ^.^

[nika-vincent]

Take me with you no matter where you go, and teach me how to breathe again…

[zephhhhh]

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[passionesolja]

[r0-x4-nne]

Is anyone watching you, Count Arendae?

[rinriya]

Oh my God, I have goosebumps. I just realized how similar are ending for these two. I'm not talking about the really bad ones. I'm talking about two ways, where you decide which path these characters will take.

Perform the ritual. Don't perform the ritual. Kill the inquisitor. Don't kill the inquisitor.

Daeran also has an psychological trauma and he also needs to gradually heal from it. So, you either allow him to break bad, or keep him from insanity at the cost of his desires, but for the good of his psyche.

Aristocratic blonde men who got hurt in the past and are still struggling with their trauma. They dont trust anyone and hide their true feelings (fear, grief, loneliness) behind the mask of caustic jokes, carelessness and approval of cruel actions, however, because of the MC, they find the strength to believe someone for the first time…

... wait a damn minute

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I.. oh god.. and thats my type??

[thatratgo]

Another wotr conversation :D

daeran just likes to make everyone worse fr

[teddybaeran]

“You can kiss me, you know” for Mix and Daeran from the nsfw starters!

OMG thank you so much for the ask, and this is such a good one for them, forcing me to write their first kiss 👀👀

This takes place during the party in Heaven's Edge after spilling wine on the poor guy but before witnessing any memories - it's an option for part of a fic I intend to write and yay now I've gotten started on it!! Not sure if this will remain how their first kiss canonically happens. I may tweak the time and place or just the details of course. But here's the first draft now heheheh.

"- then I ended up here."

Mix and Daeran sat on the bed in silence, both motionless. Daeran absorbed his story, unwitting that the gossip of his own percolated in the elf's mind as well.

After a few long minutes, Mix turned his gaze cautiously to the aasimar. He startled at the sight of bright green eyes already on him - soft, longing, pleading, expectant. Holding so much back. "I feel for you," they both screamed to each other in silence. One out of a carnal fear of getting too close, the other a similar fear but much less literal.

Mix shifted to lean on his arm, facing Daeran. He cautiously reached out and rested his hand on Daeran's comfortingly - a small gesture which was returned by intertwining fingers. Mix blushed and stroked Daeran's hand with his thumb.

"Thanks for listening," Mix whispered. Daeran nodded, lost in thought as his other hand rose and began caressing his own clavicle, seemingly idly. Mix watched the movements, biting his lip. His eyebrows furrowed as his longing took the form of something more physical. Some other way to express his need, his admiration, his empathy - without using words. Some way to feel closer without the risk.

Daeran must have read his mind. His eyes darted to Mix's and a savoring smile crept on his face.

"You can kiss me, you know." The words fell from Daeran's lips draped in molten gold. Welcoming Mix to do what he had only dreamed of until now. Daeran's lips were inviting, calm yet laced with anticipation. Mix's breath stopped and he found his hand squeezing Daeran's. His other hand wrapped around his neck, pulling their bodies closer.

Daeran's lips felt soft and malleable as Mix's pressed against them. His fingers pressed into Daeran's hair, gathering it in the gaps between his fingers. Inhaling him, tasting him, leaning fully into him. They collapsed together into the bed as Mix's hand lowered to his hip, gripping it cautiously yet hungrily.

[ptkhnhnsbrt]

Art in anticipation of the DLC, look it up if you didn't see it.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

I talk about this with @thedosianexplorer a lot but man how much candy do you think Daeran bribed Aivu with to get her to buzz off during the notadate?

And she's shrewd too, you know she's not going to settle for your average street vendor sweeties, oh no. Naturally she knows Daeran wouldn't cheap on a bribe either (especially not to a perfectly charming little dragon like her).

Just imagine poor Irabeth's conniption fit when the next unsolicited goods delivery to Drezen Keep is Golarion Amaury Guichon and his kitchen so he can concoct a baby dragon sized spun sugar and choclate miniature castle Aivu can play in while she eats.

[adelaide0818]

so beautiful yet so annoying but I still love u