Pelliper Mail!
A Chespin just for you. I know Chespin isn't a fire type, but it seems like a very fitting pokemon for you to have. I gave it a Fire Tera Type too. :)
Aw, thanks! Didn't (sniffle) imagine it being too spicy...I mean, spiky.
steer: place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
𝙄𝙉𝙆-𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘼𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔 twirl a quill between them, the motion interrupted only by the inscription of careful notes in the margins of the book sprawled out across her lap. the flora and fauna of nazair had proven not so wholly unlikely that of toussaint, warmth climate and rich soil allowing for far more variation than she’d seen in the north, but years at aretuza had taught her the importance of diligent study. (besides, what sort of herbalist is not intimately familiar with what grows around them, blossoms and transforms beneath their hands?)
the lazy crackle of the fire proves soothing, enough so that her eyelids grow heavy, and celine curls up further atop the chaisse before it. focused deeply, she blinks as a cup of tea is unexpectedly handed towards her, steam billowing around it.
“here,” the low rumble of dettlaff’s familiar voice follows, “i thought you might like some.”
their time spent together in toussaint had not been without joy, but the past weeks of a life spent truly together has allowed them each to learn each other’s habits, how best to care for each other in a way that their sporadic evenings together never had. (a careful sip further assures that he’s not only learned her favorite brew before bed, but also watched her for the best way to steep it.)
“whatever have i done to deserve you,” celine hums softly, shifting to allow him space before a hand tugs at his sleeve, “come sit with me a while, my love. i just need a few minutes more to finish my thoughts.”
tea is balanced carefully in one hand as her gaze returns to the pages spread before her, the vampire’s form comfortably beside her.
“celine-,” he pauses, “i must ask you something.”
“ask and i shall answer,” the sorceress lowers her head to blow against the drying ink before scribbling another note.
“are you happy?”
huffing an amused breath, celine’s brow furrows as she flips a page. “of course i am, dettlaff. why, is my happiness in doubt?”
calloused fingers gently but firmly move beneath her chin, sweeping over the arch of her jaw. dettlaff guides her eyes to meet his and, once their gazes meet, celine regrets the casual reply offered. there is worry in his pale eyes, accentuated by a slight furrow of his brow.
carefully closing her book and setting her tea aside, celine reaches to take his hands in her own. “of course i’m happy,” she replies softly, more slowly than before, “why do you worry over such?”
he remains quiet for a long moment, words chosen carefully. “it...,” a quiet sigh, “everything you gave up to be here, to be with me...it does not go unnoticed, celine. i had thought little of it that night, when i came to you.”
a faint but sincere guilt clouds his words, hovers in his voice. “oh, my love,” a hand lifts to brush along his cheekbone, “do you worry over that?”
when dettlaff says nothing, her hand guides his head to rest in her lap. he follows her motions without pause, pale gaze flicking upwards to meet her eyes once more as her fingers trail through his ebony hair.
“the choice i made, dettlaff, was freely and eagerly given. i have, not for one moment, regretted it.” a little smile settles on her lips, a thumb tracing over the grey hairs lining his brow. “there is nothing i left behind that i have not gained thrice over and more.”
she senses relief in the way his posture eases, in how the tension in his broad shoulders melts away. “i abandoned luxury i found shallow, dettlaff, and power i found exhausting. what renown i held was in the eyes of those whose opinions i cared nothing for. i was surrounded by much and many, yes, but it meant nothing to me.”
her gaze lifts to trace over the home they’ve begun to build over the weeks, once empty space slowly filled with more than the few items they’d brought with them in the dead of night from beauclair. a bench for him to craft his toys and carvings, a bookshelf filled with tomes and parchment for her work, a vase of flowers she keeps perpetually blossoming beside their bed; all of it humble, certainly, but impossibly adored and tenderly maintained.
“all those nights we spent apart in beauclair? i used to dream of just sitting with you in the palace gardens,” a fingertip strokes lightly along his cheekbone, words warm at the memory, “and no one would interrupt us. we could be together and not have to hide, as long as wished. now? we have a garden, dettlaff, and i might sit with you just as i dreamed.”
with that, a large hand reaches up to her cheek, guiding her down to snare her lips in a deep, slow kiss. a hum of contentment follows, warmth spreading throughout her limbs, and when celine pulls away she can’t help the eager grin that appears. “i’m going to marry you, dettlaff van der eretein, and i will wake beside you every morning in our home and think of nothing else.”
me suddenly very sappy: uhhhhhhhhh im very excited to celebrate the muse’s Birthday because i just love her so very much and i love interacting with all of you and the fact you guys gave this blog a chance means so much to me as toko’s just the main comfort character for me currently and i’ve just loved/related to a character more and uhhhhhh i’ll probs say the same thing on the blog’s anniversary but i love toko and i love yall thank you-
