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hi Nero! 3, 5, and 10 for Sanne/Braham please c:

branne beloveds <3

3. what is their love language?

physical touch for both! they're both touchy people, you know they're together just by the way they're physically interacting with each other. they cuddle a lot too when nobody's looking. he likes lifting her up and she will die before she says she likes it too.

5. what is something they like to do together?

hunt. but like. they're competing while they're hunting. and they rarely actually kill; their goal is to trap the prey, not kill or harm it, and she heals it if any injury comes to pass. they sometimes hunt for fur and meat, but that's rarely. most of the time it's a date night/sport for them. braham also likes watching her sing and play, sometimes garm howls in tune as much as he can as well.

10. who plays with whose hair?

without a doubt, he with hers!! she has so much hair, y'all. it's ritualistic for her, as she comes from a family of shamans, and they all have long hair as a sign of devotion to the spirits. and braham helps braid sanne's hair, he likes brushing and helping her take care of it :') <3

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Happy Dragon Bash to you in general and them in particular because it's their 3rd anniversary of getting together

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Life moves on

Summary: Life’s a lot like climbing. You have to just keep going. But as Braham can attest, not always alone. Sometimes your mate comes with you. Content warnings: None Rating: General Spoilers: Vague spoilers for LWS4 Author’s note: As is by this point an annual tradition, I write a lil something for one of my fave seasonal events in the game. This time around, it’s Sanne and Braham.

When Sanne suggested they go to the Labyrinthine Cliffs, Braham knew what he was getting into. They weren’t going for the sights, nor the beach, nor the wide expanse of clear sea water. No, they’re going so his mate could throw herself off high cliff edges on griffons so she can fly with her birds. 

He’s since learned to accept it for what it is. He knows the Spirits will keep her safe; they owe him as much at the very least. And her, too. A part of him stops whenever he sees her head disappear, but comes back to itself when he hears her laughter from somewhere down below, loud and boisterous. And it makes him smile. Because it always does. 

Because it means his sacrifice was worth it.

Thus, they’re the highest cliff they could find in Labyrinthine Cliffs, the birds flying over their heads. The fresh sea air tickles at their hair, there’s sounds of life and joy everywhere and the roar of people as they look for little satchels of loot. Braham studies them as much as he’s able to from his position. 

“You’re gonna lose the race,” Sanne reminds him and he snaps his head forward. A ray of sunlight obscurs the most of her freckles, but sheds light on the wide, grinning corner of lips and the long, golden braids on the side of her head. The rest of her hair falls on her back and reaches past her hips, and it sways in the breeze. She looks so at ease there, radiant, the exposed skin of her body strong and taut and ready for action. 

“Oh no,” Braham laughs and climbs up. Gemma gives a screech of disapproval from somewhere above. “You’re not winning this one, Bjornsdottir. You won last time. It’s time you tasted some dust.” 

“In your dreams, Eirson!” she shouts back, trying to maintain her advance. And then, just for the hell of it, she starts humming a song she knows he absolutely abhors. Braham frowns. Not even Aisanne, the famed skaald from Hoelbrak, can make that particular tune good. 

It’s apparently the three seconds she needs to get a few steps ahead of him and the song abruptly stops. Smart, Braham thinks with not a lot of annoyance. Boy, her raven, flies over Braham’s face and gives him a quick look. In the last few months, he’s starting to have a communication of sorts with her birds. 

Yes, yes, I know Raven’s happy and proud. You’re a good bird, though. 

Boy makes a noise and flaps his wings. Their loyalty - his, Soar’s and Gemma’s - reminds him a lot of Garm. These days, it doesn’t hurt to think of Eir as much. Garm’s there to try and chase the lingering, unanswered questions away. There are other, painful thoughts, but Eir feels more like a healing scar than an open wound.

Life moves on, after all. Doesn’t wait for anyone. It didn’t wait for Nyra after Maguuma. It didn’t wait for Taimi after Joko almost killed her. It didn’t wait for Rox when her warband died. It didn’t wait for Sanne when her uncle died. Instead, they all just climb on - a flash of yellow up ahead, pale hairs of Sanne’s leg - and like his friends, like his mate, he climbs on too. 

Sanne wins by a small margin, though. She wipes the sweat of her forehead and places her hands on her hips as Gemma elegantly flies down on her shoulder. “Who’s eating dust now, Eirson?” she asks proudly. Boy and Soar settle by her feet, keeping close. 

“Two to one for you,” Braham declares. “Oh, I’m gonna get you for this. I was having very deep thoughts and that stopped me from winning. Next time, no deep thoughts, only victory.”

“The festival’s just begun,” she replies. There’s a joyful gleam in her eye. “And there are skimmer races. Don’t give a fuck about other contenders if you’re competing. We’re keeping a score, Braham. Do you really want to tell Garm I beat you here?” 

“Garm has seen me in much worse states, admittedly,” he says slowly, “but I do want to lay the wreath of victory at his feet.” His voice turns quieter, softer, then. “I don’t think he’ll mind whoever wins, Sanne. We’re all together in this.” 

Gemma hoots. Sanne takes a deep breath and strokes her beak. “Possessive little bird,” she says, but there’s nothing but fondness in her voice. “We’re a family, yeah. All six of us. And my parents. And aunts and uncles. And my cousins. Family.”

She then raises a hand and whispers something to the wind. Within minutes, a large griffon with dark feathers and a saddle flies to their rock, announcing its arrival in a loud yell. She gently places Gemma down with Boy and Soar and climbs on the griffon, petting its neck. 

She then turns to Braham, smiles softly, and says, “See you down, Eirson. I gotta take the children out for a flight.” Then she’s down and for a moment, his heart skips a beat. He then sees the flag of her golden hair out against the sunlight, in rapid descent and a whirlwind of air and laughter, and three bird-like forms trailing after her in formation. 

Life moves on, no matter what.  

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lets do stillness and night for Aisanne :3

Sanne beloved!! <;3

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Sanne's always on her feet, I think - she's a skaald, a performer, so she's always just dancing, singing, playing instruments, just jamming along to music. But she's also a hunter, so if she's still, that's probably sign shit's about to go down. In usual circumstances, though, I picture her tapping her fingers against the nearest surface and humming a song or something.

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

She's very much team comfort when it comes to pajamas. Like she doesn't really get the concept of special birthday suits and just thinks of pajamas as something you wear to sleep and she wants to be comfy while she's sleeping thank you very much. Think old, oversized shirts she got from her dad or a bigger norn or something. Think something worn in and lived in.

I do have to point out that in a relationship, she will steal your shirts to sleep in (seeing as most men she's interested in are bigger than her. Braham's like half a head taller and much wider than she is.) She gives me the vibe of 'wearing your partner's stuff' yk, for the same reason she likes wearing old hand-me-downs to bed. It's familiarity, warmth and affection. Is this this a long way for me to say she sleeps in Braham's shirts? Yes.

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Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Branne hours! Sorry for the wait! <3

So, Sanne had to get re-used to snoring. See, her old mate Kiaran snored, she's been single for like a decade so when she starts living with Braham, she has to get used to snoring again. Not loud snoring, just smol snores. Still, her hunter's ear was twitching, suddenly there are sounds where there was silence (mostly) before!

I say mostly because her birds make noises and she's used to that. That's what Braham needed to get used to. Bird noises in the night. Because there's no way in hell Sanne would let them sleep outside. They sleep and stay wherever she does. She likes her little borbs warm. (Side note, it's taken Gemma the owl a hot second to warm up to Braham. But she's on her way to doing that. Boy the raven likes him, as does Soar the eagle.)

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hi hi, have 17, 18, 27, and 39 for sanne/braham since i haven't asked about them in a while, i don't think! :D @kerra-and-company

Branne coming right up, norn kids haven't been spoken about in a hot second

17. Who fell in love first?

Honestly? Sanne. I think she's had feelings for Braham a bit longer than he's had them for her and she's fought them, too scared to be involved romantically with someone - someone she can very easily lose. Kiaran's death left an aching scar, after all. Doesn't help that Braham's the norn of prophecy. That isn't exactly a safe vocation.

18. What song fits them perfectly?

For dancing and the dreaming <3

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Feathers make Braham think of Sanne, mostly because her birds leave feathers everywhere. Sun. Hair beads. Music too.

For Sanne, fire is a sure reminder of Braham - not only for his warm skin/hair, but also the whole business with Primordus. He's also a very passionate person, so there's also that. Maces. More intimately, burn marks.

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

El and Liv, certainly, since Sanne and El are tentative friends. I can see them going out for a drink on a double date. Nyra and Trahearne, since Sanne is close to Dragon's Watch by association with Braham (and with Nyra, who she knows back from her pre-Pact days in the Vigil, possibly.)

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