#; arwan (threads)

[bvttlebcrn]

he really hadn’t planned on getting involved with any of the other fae rumored to be around wildemount. really, it was the one thing he should try to avoid. luckily for him, being the sickly heir, very few fae ever met him, let alone knew what he looked like. so maybe he was a little careless, but how was he supposed to know it would be this easy to run into another. “oh!” he exclaimed when he saw the dark haired fae that had once graced the halls of his mother’s court. quickly, arwan covered his mouth, but it was too late. the sound had come out. “sorry––wrong way!” ( @cadexlynch​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

“i can’t believe avalon refuses to use this funny little telepathy box,” arwan tossed the phone up and caught it over and over again. atlas had finally given in to arwan’s begging for one (their entirely furnished apartment came with a tv, and he’d found out about phones through that), which gave him confidence that atlas would finally give into his next request. “i’m learning way more about the mortal realm than she is,” he hummed, as if it was a competition (and it was a competition). “but i think i have to take it further. total immersion. dancing.” ( @atlasqvinn​ )