Oct 24, 2013
I met my friend from Tumblr, Amathir-mod, today. We had an awesome fun day at Disneyland and California adventure. In the second picture we're holding the plushies I sewed of our RP characters.
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I met my friend from Tumblr, Amathir-mod, today. We had an awesome fun day at Disneyland and California adventure. In the second picture we're holding the plushies I sewed of our RP characters.
Ancano and Amathir, commission drawn by commanderfantasy.
((asdjklasjklghfd :D It's wonderful! Thank you so much! ))
((I've been working on this Amathir plushie since March and it's finally done. It's a gift for Amathir-mod.))
((Amathir-mod, Tumblr keeps eating my replies to you, so I sent the reply to your message over on DeviantArt))
((OOC: I think Tumblr is eating my asks or the replies again. Amathir-mod did you get my asks about your phone, Comic-con, and the gifts I mailed? Vingalmo-mod, did you receive the reply to your question about the writing prompt and what I said about Comic-con? ))
Heart's Day (Ancano/Amathir RP)
Throughout the day, Ancano was noticeably absent from the Hall of the Elements. Deep within the Midden Dark, he sat at work in a dim candlelit chamber. Several sheets of parchment were laid out before the Thalmor wizard, a dozen more crumpled up nearby. Quill in hand, he stared at the paper before him, rereading the first few lines. As inspiration struck, his quill danced along the page adding another verse to the song. It was, in fact, the very first song he had ever written.
In celebration of Heart's Day, he desired to do something special and unique for Amathir. Remembering the vocal training of his youth, Ancano finally decided that morning that a love song would be an appropriate gift for the occasion, and quite an unexpected surprise as well. Amathir was unaware of Ancano's ability to sing. Though many relevant historic love songs already existed, this one had to special. Ancano would write it himself. The task proved to be more difficult than he had imagined. Hours later, the candles were nearing the end of their wicks, and the song was still yet to be finished. The words... had to be perfect.
Running a gloved hand through hair, Ancano brought the quill back to the parchment, hovering above the last line. Crossing it out, he altered the words once more. At this rate, Heart's Day would be over by the time he finished. Humming out a slow tune he had written earlier in the day, he began putting the words to the music out loud. The addition of the melody to his song brought with it new inspiration, and the remaining lines flowed from his lips effortlessly.
The song was complete. He only hoped that Amathir would enjoy it.
Stepping from the Midden, Ancano gazed out at the golden sunset, waiting patiently for Amathir's conjuration lesson to end. He would save the serenade for after their dinner at the inn.
Amathir waited patiently for his love to retire for the night, watching the mer enter his quarters and waiting what he deemed ample time for him to fall asleep. When the room fell completely silent, he made his move, sneaking in soundlessly. Meticulously, as he knew too sudden a movement would wake the other mer, Amathir set to braiding the soft white hair of his love in a strikingly familiar style to his own. When the twin braids were set, the younger mer silently crept back to his own quarters
At the daily sound of Winterhold's roosters, Ancano rolled over and pulled himself up to a seated position. A stifled yawn escaped his lips as the Thalmor agent brought a tired hand to his face to rub his eyes.
What was this?
His fingers trailed along the length of the twin braids that draped over his forehead... in the exact same manner as Amathir's hair.
Amathir.
The Thalmor agent couldn't help but smile at the little prank that had quite successfully been pulled off by his beloved. Keeping the braids in his hair, Ancano pulled on a change of robes and made his way to the Hall of the Elements. Amathir was already present, awaiting the morning lectures. Ancano snuck up behind the white-eyed mer and gently wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I trust you slept well, my love? No midnight urges to style hair?" the older mer smirked and placed a kiss on the apprentice's cheek.