#iltuilin

[feyrevelry]

are you staring at my lips? ( he really does have great lips. )

♛ ⸻ ; HE BATTED HIS LASHES, grinning playfully. "Yes, I am," he admitted without hesitation.

"... But not just at your lips — your eyes are equally captivating, Saer~"

Not to mention his strikingly impressive height! Sylverian was certain he could be lifted single-handedly by this elf. Needless to say, the Lord was thoroughly smitten.

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

[ofironisle]

height meme just bc: aranel is 7'5". 👁

god DAMN

[f4rgd]

@iltuilin : ❝ what’s going on? i thought i told you to take the day off. ❞

He had Aranel when he'd told him, he'd just nodded his head and paid little attention - as if a man who slaved away for the devil could afford to take a day off. He never made enough, customers would try to haggle with him and then threaten to take their services elsewhere, to someone with far less talent of course, but they didn't seem to care as long as the job was done.

" I heard you, " Aksel looked up from the anvil and the sword he was in the middle of constructing. " but I do not have that privilege, I have customers and people to pay. " He shrugged his shoulders, the aches in his muscles quickly protesting as they had been all morning. - and I thought you would be too busy to notice, wishful thinking. "

[feyrevelry]

patch. + " you are terrible with a sword. More terrible fighting in general. "

⸺⸺ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 him, then at his fancy rapier now laying in the grass, its golden handguard catching the sunlight —— then back at Aranel.

The Lord sat shirtless, sulking as the Elf carefully wound bandages around his upper arm. "Ow...! You have the hands of a butcher!" The cut was shallow, barely more than a scratch, but that didn't stop him from making a fuss.

"And I am not terrible," he spat, his expression sour. He'd always considered himself a competent fencer ; admittedly, he didn't train much, given his preference for fashion and gossip, and it had been a while since his last sparring session, but... still!!

"You are simply— ... !!" He gestured, struggling to find the right words, ".... too rough! Ow —— !! ... Fencing is an art form, you know," he added, lifting his chin. "It requires finesse, not the brutishness of a common thug."

@iltuilin / actions speak louder than words

[f4rgd]

@iltuilin : ❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

He had plenty of stories to tell, the majority had come to be over the last few weeks on the road too. What was supposed to have been a short trip to pass off some of his weaponry had led from one bloody battle to another. It was goblins mostly, but in packs they were difficult to go up against - especially alone. Aksel knew how to wield a sword and he'd been trained to use one by one of the best men he knew. He'd grown used to fighting them, with every fight he got better, he was always one step ahead.

" What about the gnolls? They were not an easy fight, " Perhaps he was just trying to impress the stranger to get a breather or a little company for a moment or two - the journey had been long and lonesome. " - or do you have a more gruesome story? I would like to hear it. "