Something tells me, that he doesn't need to compensate. ☺️ It's sad, that we don't even his last name, to think what could have been... but awesome art. 😍🥰🤩
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summary : after gwayne's absence, spiralling into the hours of the morrow, he seeks his bethrothed in the library of hightower. with a thoughtful gift held tightly in his grip, it seems that young love continues to grow between the soon to be couple.
word count : 1k
warnings / other information : not proofread, general relationship fluff, mention of arranged marriage, use of female pronouns for the reader, f!user, mentions of arranged marriages and betrothal, oneshot, possibly oc gwayne (?), no physical descriptions of reader; ambiguous reader, sfw!
AN : this is unbelievably short and unbelievably bad (╥ ᴗ ╥), i lost most of my motivation around halfway through this, and i think that's quite clear. ALSO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN LIKE TWO WEEKS. i've been really busy recently, but i have a lot of ideas after the new episode, and i'm hopeful that i can post more consistently!!
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Footsteps cascading across the library's wooden floorboards drew your gaze up. They were in a pattern of approach towards the daybed you lay on, positioned in such a way so that the sun hit you and the book resting on the skirts of your lap with its warm afternoon rays. Your attention was now away from the inked words littering the pages of the book and focused on something entirely different.
Gwayne.
Your bethrothed.
You feel the flesh of your cheeks warm as your lips unconsciously shift into a meagre, almost timid smile at the sight of him and his advance. It was young love, you supposed. Youth was said to be full of such things; intimacy and affection bound by raw, inexperienced optimism and hope. Your mother had always said such things, yet her tone was derived from regret and affliction with all her years instead of the fantastical longing one would expect. Near Gwayne, you couldn't fathom ever feeling the way your mother felt about your father.
Gwayne stops before you, a small bundle resting in his calloused grip, a chivalrous smile gracing his lips as he offers a nod of greeting. "My lady," he begins, formality raveled in an almost boyish excitement he tried to cover wth poise and etiquette. He sits across from you on the daybed that mirrors your own, a small wooden table placed like a marker between the two pieces of furniture.
You fold the book resting in your lap over, the two sides of the book coming together with a muffled thump, before you move it away from you, placing it on the softness of the cushioned seat like a relic, which it most definitely was. "Ser Gwayne," you nod back, hands clasping together in your lap as you face him, gaze faltering now and then for reasons that could only be described as nerves. You had been in Oldtown for almost half a moon now, but it all still felt undoubtedly new and uncharted.
His gaze lowers for a few moments, smile deepening with lighthearted amusement. He adjusts his posture on the seat, leaning forward slightly as he speaks, "Here," he begins, outstretched his hands and placing the neatly wrapped bundle on the table. Your gaze lowers with them before following his hand and returning to look at him as he continues, his voice low to avoid disturbing the peace of the Hightower library.
"A merchant from Lys was selling them. I thought you might like them." He hums, his hand moving slightly as he talks, as though he were annotating his statements. His gaze stays on you, hopeful and observant as your expression shifts to one of gleeful surprise. Your lips part in a statement before you can think of and articulate what you wish to say, "I-….I…Gwayne, I thank you. Truly." You say, the smile that remained dancing across your lips unrelenting and growing with each passing second.
Merchants were common on the streets of Oldtown; people from all of Westoros, the Free Cities, and across the seas set up stalls along the streets and harbour, specialties and knick-knacks lined around them as they called out to passersby for business. It now made sense why Gwayne had been gone for most of the morning; it seemed easy to find yourself occupied and entertained by the wide range of items and curiosities from all over huddled into a few streets and ports.
Your hands stretched out to the bundle, which was wrapped in a vibrant orange cloth and tied with a string, riddled with bumps from the objects inside. You hold it gently in your grasp, the soft sound of glass clinking together arising as you pick it up, untying the bow of string to reveal the item. Now in your hand lies an array of oils in glass vials, detailed with intricate designs and titles. You move the opened bundle to rest in your lap, bringing one of the vials upwards, uncapping it, and smelling it.
The smell of something flowery, backed by subtle notes of cicrus fill your nose, a gentle hum of delight escaping your lips. You can see Gwayne's form slowly relaxing as you express your joy for the gift, thanking him yet again, smelling the vial in your grasp once more before placing the metal cap back on and placing it with the others. You admire the small vials, all filled with a clear liquid, but varying in hues; some lie with hints of orange or yellow, while some are underlying shades of blue or purple.
Each seemed to be a different scent; clearly, they were not brought as a set, and all were undoubtedly hand-picked. A heavy warmth arises in your chest at the thought of Gwayne, spending time, thinking, and contemplating which oil to get his soon-to-be lady wife, based upon the knowledge he had acquired over the past two weeks together. Your eyes move towards him after admiring the vials for a few moments longer, feeling the material it was wrapped in between the buds of your index finger and thumb.
"You are too kind, Ser Gwayne. You did not have to do this... I do not expect you to do things like this," you say, a statement riddled with reassurance rather than admission. Gwayne watches you for a second longer, lingering on the soft curl of your smile, before shaking his head. "You are to be my wife. I wish to care for my wife," he replies with a subtlety of a nod, his words to be undisturbed, but not by the means of a commander, but by the means of someone genuine and wishful.
You feel silly for a moment, for a reason you couldn't place your finger on, maybe it was because you realised that you were borderlining being head over heels for him, or that you realised that he too, was head over heels.
🎨 Fanart of Captain Till, from #greedfall2 #TheDyingWorld. My tribute to the end of a Studio, of a world, of Greedfall. Of a character: Till's contents are missing, and my mind is making them up. TY spidersgames for your creations💚
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I've been using this tool called tumblr-utils to back up my tumblr blogs. it creates a locally navigatable archive of a given tumblr url's posts, which is more convenient than the post soup you get from tumblr's native blog export feature.
what that means is that I have a folder on my computer with the name of my url with an index.html file in it, and when i click on that file to open it in a browser I get a simple page with a list of years and months. selecting a specific month will send me to a list of the posts i made or reblogged in that month, similar to tumblr's own archive page. the contents of the post including images are stored locally on your machine.
It can also make a separate index file that organises posts by tag, which is great if you're a consistent tagger, but it will list every single tag you've ever used so it can take a while to find the tag you're looking for in the list if you're a habitual tag commentator. generating the tag archive also takes a while depending on how many posts have to be processed.
you can make it back up any blog as long as it's not set to private. I have backups of both my main and sideblogs and it keeps them in separate folders.
it's had some trouble going all the way back to the start of my main blog in 2012 just by sheer volume of posts, but by making it fetch posts from one month at a time I've been able to go back to 2015 (that's tens of thousands of posts), which was good enough for my purposes.
it might be a little scary to use if you've never touched the command line before, but there's both text and video instructions to set it up and using it is just a matter of typing the command and letting it do its thing in the background.
This document has a really good guide for setting it up, along with some other options for backup. I've been using tumblr utils for a while myself, and I run an incremental backup once a week.
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