What I imagine the Nightfarers would do with you on Valentines.
Wylder
He treats the day like a man on a mission, having secretly prepared for weeks. First, you wake to the smell of warm buns and berries, and he sits beside you with a proud little grin as he’s super excited for the occasion. After breakfast, the morning then turns playful when you both end up teasing a pack of demi-humans, laughing breathlessly as you sprint away before they realize what you have done. The whole day feels like that, bright and light and a little reckless. Next, he brings you through fields where wild flowers grow in impossible colors and gathers them for you until your arms are full. Short adventures follow after your lungs are full with floral pollen, just small discoveries in the folds of Limveld, perhaps some fights that end with shared triumphs. By the evening, he is back in the kitchen, humming while he prepares a dish from his tribe, something rich and beautifully spiced. Later, behind his door, the night becomes soft and private and yours alone. Ironeye
He pretends the holiday is beyond him, but anyone who knows him can see that something shifts whenever he looks at you. I can see his gifts appearing in moments when you are least expecting them, small pieces of jewelry chosen with a precision that speaks of how deeply he adores you. Since there is not much to do, he'll take you hunting around the forest of Limveld. Let it be big animals or small, he just wants to show off his astounding skills for your eyes alone. Then when the excitement fades, the two of you end up stretched beneath a spill of stars, your shoulders touching lovingly as the night grows gentle around you. And he teaches you small assassin tricks, teasing you here and there while his hands roam around your body, until the lessons turn naughty between bodies.
Executor He hardly registers that the day is meant to be romantic. His mind lives among colors and brushstrokes, though there is something endearing in his obliviousness. You have to tug him out of the Hold with his paints, and he follows without any complaint. In a scenic clearing, he sets up his canvas and paints you with breathtaking speed, capturing every detail on your body with zero effort. Once he’s done, he starts to teach you little things about shading and motion, and before you can think twice, you kiss him. It’s hilarious how the shock sends him right into his beast form, flustered and nervous like a stunned puppy. Then, he lets you climb onto his back while he runs across open meadows. The wind tangles your hair, and his joy is so pure when he gets to be in his other form. When he’s finally out of breath and you two stop somewhere for a break, there is a high chance the special day will end with beastly pleasure. Raider
I don’t see him celebrating it. But once he understands the holiday, he sighs loudly and agrees to celebrate because you asked. The two of you drink until your stomachs hurt from laughter, before challenging each other to wrestle and outdrink the other, which he takes you seriously enough that he always wins because that’s how he is. After that, the sea becomes your backdrop as he talks about the monsters he once fought, stories that makes you smile and swoon so hard your cheeks hurt. You two might spend the late afternoon catching fish together and cooking them over a fire, and then wash off in a river, letting the cool water slide over warm your skins before the night turns heated. Guardian
He knows of the day because his folk consider courtship a complicated art. To start it, he cleans himself with extra care, fluttering his feathers to make them all sleek and shining, before offering you a precious pendant he carefully picked out days prior. It’s a shame that he cannot fly you, but he can walk beside you, steady and gentle as you pass breath-taking scenery. The date is short, with you climbing tall trees to pick fruits and berries for him, and him catching you every time you slip. When you point at random birds and call them his cousins or his aunties, he tries to keep a straight face but always fails. Soon, the entire flock would gather around you because he secretly asked them to, making you feel like a princess and he, your knight.
Revenant
As a cursed doll filled with vengeance, it’s difficult for her to put her mind on anything else. She sulks in her corner as usual until you arrive with the idea of a dress-up session and a mock tea party. She protests at first, saying it’s childish while rolling her eyes like a moody teenager. But eventually, she sits with you and her summons gathered around tiny cups. Something soft enters her expression when she remembers her old owner, though she hides it behind playful snark. You brush her hair, and she brushes yours, the two of you drifting to different corners of the Hold as you play. It becomes a tender, peaceful afternoon she secretly treasures.
Duchess
Duty always makes her so restless, but on this day, she lets herself ease for your sake. With the help of her dear butler, the Iron Menial, she sets a dinner table perfectly dressed with wine, delicate silver, and meals she knows you love. Afterward, you ride horses through vast landscapes, sharing the beauty of the land without rushing anything. Then night brings both of you to warm springs where the steam curls around bare skin. With just the two of you, she lets her guard fall completely, touching you with a hunger she rarely displays in front of others.
Recluse
She prefers simple pleasures and shares them with you. The two of you sit among piles of books in the library, reading everything from dusty biographies to absurd romance novels while trading dry remarks and shy laughter. If she is in a generous mood, she shows you a spell or two, little tricks you can use on your next adventure. When the night grows calm, she leads you outside for a waltz under the sky, her magic creating a soft hum that acts as your music. Later, tangled in her bed, the rhythm of her breathing becomes another kind of melody you find yourself lost in.
Undertaker
For this lady, she has no understanding of the holiday because she grew up in a world that denied such feelings. You explain it gently and bring her flowers, introducing her to the idea of romantic love and wholesome devotion, that there’s even a day to honor it. She participates with an almost neutral face, but you can tell she is absorbing everything as you teaches her. From walking together, embracing each others, or even the shy brushes of lips, each one showing her that a life can hold gentleness, too. And life isn’t all about burying the dead. She grows bolder once she understands, enough to pin you against a wall without any warning as her breath warms at your ear, asking if she’s doing it right. Her affection is fierce once she wants to show it.
Scholar
The albinauric man celebrates it eagerly, his youthful spirit shining through the sickness that shortens his years. He fills the room with chatter, always ever so interesting, always so enthusiastic about his studies of floras and faunas, and all the bizarre phenomena he has acquired throughout his years of learning. The strange thing is, you never want him to stop, despite how complicated he might sound. You two share tea and a study session that becomes far more intimate because he cannot help flirting when he is comfortable. His words are charming and honest when he says them. He even lets you read parts of his journal, cheeks flushed as you discover how often he writes about you. For him, this day is easy to celebrate because you are already stitched into his thoughts.
