Just imagine him ducking down and to the side to fit in a doorway, suddenly locking eyes with you
he waits for everyone else to make their way out of the common room, and holds your gaze while he just slowly closes the door, and you hear the lock *click*
He’s going to want to help you get there in more ways that one, and if his mouth is free from that purpose, he’s going to want to feel every moan of yours flow between his lips; he’d savor the taste of every whimper, and you’d feel a smile as he kissed your gasps away
I know this has been explored over countless fanfics
(because I’ve read a few of them)
But I miss spring and I’ve got the idea of this big, strapping elf just looking you up and down from across camp when he thinks you don’t notice
or his dark eyes disrespectfully taking you in from across the fire while you’re reviewing how the adventure of the day went. You glance at him to make sure he feels included
And he holds your gaze for a moment, long enough for you to know something’s on his mind.
The usually logical elf is finding it hard to keep his mind on planning and logistics tonight, as the evenings begin to lose their chill and the flower buds begin to form on bare branches.
He excuses himself early from the fire after the meal for several nights in a row, sometimes giving an excuse, sometimes not.
You approach him to ask about how the stock of food is keeping while he works on breakfast, and you see his shoulders tighten. He answers your question, but avoids looking at you.
Some of the sauce from the meal splashes up onto his arm from his suddenly forceful stirs, and you take the opportunity wipe it from the forearms you’ve admired since day one.
You don’t notice his jaw clench or his heart rate increase at your touch.
With your unfortunately lacking knowledge of Druidic practices, you have no idea that this sweet, thoughtful elf that you’ve flirted with since the party has been dropping hints; that this polite, bulwark of a man wants nothing more than to caress your face and get lost in your sounds of pleasure.
He spends the rest of spring finding productive ways to cope with the tension of The Season.
I don’t want to cut shit out of it bc I like describing all of the physical/emotional details, but I’m also almost at chap 30 and I never thought I’d make it to chap 10 😅
A Peaceful Elf: Too Long or Just Right So Far
The bigger the better; we are, after all Halsimps
Why tf is it almost 30 chapters? What 👏🏼Is👏🏼You👏🏼Doin👏🏼