#@y00ms

[draco-illius-noctis]

For @y00ms and their Rook, Loran 💜 I love Loran's positivity, I'm going to steal some <3

My dearest Loran,

The night is quiet, save for the soft chime of distant bells, and our rooms are filled with the gentle hush that settles after a long day. I find myself thinking of you as I often do, feeling an ache of gratitude that you are here beside me, even when we sit together in silence. It seems impossible to put all that I feel into words, but I am determined to try.

Each morning I wake to the sight of your hair, dark as polished wood, the new curls wild and untamed upon your brow. There is something quietly thrilling about discovering this part of you, as if I have been given a glimpse into a secret garden I never knew existed. I love the way you smile when you catch me staring, and how you lean into my touch without hesitation. It is in these small moments that my heart feels most at peace.

I notice how often your hands tremble now, and I see the frustration in your eyes when the world does not bend to your will. Yet it never diminishes the grace you bring to everything you do. When you ask for my help, whether to button a shirt or to hold a pen, I do not see weakness. I see trust, and the steady courage it takes to reach for another. It is a privilege to be close to you in these ways, to offer my hands where yours grow weary, to laugh together when we spill ink or fumble with laces.

There are evenings when we do little more than share a quiet meal, or sit beneath the window with our books and a pot of tea. Those hours linger with me long after the light fades. Your laughter fills our home with warmth, and the way you listen—truly listen—to my stories, my theories, my stray thoughts, makes me feel understood in a way I have seldom known. I hope you know how much it means, to be seen so completely.

Sometimes, when I glance across the room and find you looking back at me with that soft, thoughtful smile, I am reminded how much joy can be found in the gentlest forms of love. There is no longing for anything more than what we share. You fill my days with quiet happiness and give me a sense of belonging that I had never expected to find.

I am grateful for every moment we share, from the laughter we spark in each other to the quiet support that threads through all we do. I cherish the simple comfort of your head on my shoulder, the warmth of your hand in mine, and the promise of tomorrow’s gentle light.

Thank you for choosing to be here, for letting me be a part of your days, and for bringing such hope and kindness into my life.

With all my affection, Emmrich

[draco-illius-noctis]

For @y00ms and their Rook, Loran Laidir 💜 I can feel how lovesick this man is for Loran 🥹 Protect them both at all costs.

My dearest Loran,

It’s strange how easily I reach for you now. My hand moves before I think about it, like it expects yours to be there. When you’re not, when the room is still and I catch myself looking toward an empty chair, it doesn’t feel painful. Just incomplete. As though some part of my day has quietly gone missing.

You’ve slipped into my life with such ease. Not by demanding space, but by settling beside me with a kind of certainty I didn’t realize I’d been craving. There’s no performance to it. No pretense. Just the steady comfort of your presence, and the quiet way you make everything feel gentler.

Before you, I think I mistook silence for safety. I thought I needed it to keep people out. But you’ve shown me a different kind. The kind where nothing’s missing. Where I can speak or not speak, and still feel understood. There’s peace in that. In you. I hope you know how rare that is. And how much I love it about you.

It’s in everything you do, really. The way you stay close to people. The way you see them. You offer care like it’s as natural as breathing, without needing to be asked. I’ve watched you ease burdens without drawing attention to it. I’ve seen the way you pay attention, how you remember the things others forget to say aloud. You treat every life around you like it’s worth protecting. And it changes people, my darling. It’s changed me.

When I speak too much, ramble too long, get caught chasing thoughts I haven’t quite finished forming, you never interrupt. You just stay. Present. Attentive. Still watching me like there’s something worthwhile in it, like I’m not just filling space but sharing it. I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t know how much I needed it until you gave it so freely.

You once told me you worry about what I’ll need from you. That someday I’ll reach for something you don’t feel ready to give. I wish I had the words to make that worry disappear completely. All I can tell you is this: I am not here for what might happen later. I’m here because of what’s happening now. Because of the way you hold my hand and lean your head on my shoulder and let me take the bandages from your wrist without flinching.

There’s no emptiness here. No absence to mourn. The life we’re building is already whole. Already full.

Letting me see your wrist, your scars, was only part of it. You didn’t just let me tend to an old wound, you let me see you. Not the polished version, not the carefully angled silhouette. The real you. The scars you’ve carried for years. The ones you’ve dressed carefully, hidden behind fabric or light or silence, never for shame but for protection. And still, you let me in. You let my hands near them.

That kind of trust is not something I take for granted. Not when I know how long it’s taken you to offer it. And not when I can still feel the moment you exhaled and allowed me to stay close. I will carry that trust like it’s something holy, because it is.

I should be sleeping, but you’ve settled behind my eyes again, and the room feels too quiet without you in it. This letter simply insisted on being written. I missed you. 

Come to me soon, my darling.

Always, Emmrich