#jarlemis

[robozinhoveado]

This ancient sketch is legitimately still so fucking funny

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Partners in Crime

Jarlaxle would never admit it to Artemis, but he wasn’t completely sure what he was doing.

[snarknsass]

This is slightly specific and there no obligation to fulfill it. Artemis and Jarlaxle run into Drizzt (who did not have any idea about their relationship) while Artemis has whatever braids from the hair braiding prompt still in his hair.

Took me a bit, but Tada!

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Consort

Of all the unlucky-

Do'Urden stood at the edge of their table, a confusedexpression stamped on those oh-so-guillible features. Staring at Artemis. 

Staring at Artemis’ hair. 

The sideways glance his assassin was sliding his wayindicated the man had already caught on that the braids in his hair were notmeaningless.  

Oops. Oh well.  

At least the man appearedto not give a rat’s ass about the supposedly dead drow before them.  

Although the degree of Artemis’ lack of reaction toseeing Drizzt Do'Urden alive made him think he was the only one believing ithad ever remained a secret.  

“What does it mean?”  

He snapped his attention back to Artemis, to the questionposed with more than a fair amount of accusation levelled in it. “What doeswhat mean?”  Play it innocent, as much aspossible.  

Best to play it dumb if he could.  

Or, well, the man could do that as well he supposed,watching as Artemis simply redirected his question to Drizzt.  

Truly unsporting of him.  

Drizzt, the dear boy, was apparently too off-kilter atseeing the hidden message in Artemis’ braids to formulate a coherent, properresponse.  Gaping more than just a littleand a touch of almost-wonder, “You and him- ?”  

It was hard to miss the moment it clicked in Artemis’ eyes.  

Mostly because those steel-grey eyes were now turned tohim with murderous intent, body language entirely, suddenly hostile as the chairlegs scraped backwards against the floor. 

“You said- !”

[scratchedagain]

Cuddling!

I feel like Artemis would limit public displays of affection to hand-holding and the like, if even that. But at home, he’d be all down for cuddling.

(It’s mostly because he hates being cold, but being close is nice too. ^_^ )

*Edited with color corrected photo. 

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Partners in Crime

“Things seem… strained between you two,” Ellery pointed out. “Is this going to be a problem?”

Jarlaxle offered her a disarming chuckle. “Oh, this is just the nature of our relationship,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “The day he doesn’t threaten to kill me is, I suspect, the day he stops breathing.”

Ellery did not look reassured. “That doesn’t sound like the most stable of relationships.”

“Clearly you have not slept with many drow.”

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Chapter 6

If—when—Parissus died, he expected there to be bloodshed.

“This is your fault.”

Familiar words, words Jarlaxle had heard often in his long life, most often in Drow. Usually he could shrug them off with a laugh or a smile, sometimes taking it as a compliment. Sometimes—rarely, but sometimes—those words came with a sting.

They were some of the last words Zaknafein had said to him.

[snarknsass]

Because I’m feeling festive: Feast. Also because I’m feeling a little sappy: first kiss.

Happy Thanksgiving to the USA peeps!

Also, I am more than happy to indulge a bit of a sappy feeling(though I’m afraid it turned out a little less sappy?)

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Feast

Well. Isn’t this distinctly awkward.

He was home back in Calimport, and at the Copper Ante with Dwahvel at her insistence.

He half suspected she’d only invited them to this private dinner to suss out Jarlaxle. 

Awkward for him, because he was beginning to regret all the times he’d complained about the drow to her, having not expected this sort of consequence.

He could tell Jarlaxle was feeling immensely uncomfortable as the…interrogation continued.

Just small, friendly questions.

Tiny questions.

Constantly quizzing.

“Dwahvel-”

“Shush, Artemis.” 

She didn’t even turn to look at him, keeping her eyes on Jarlaxle. 

Her tone, alone, was one she rarely ever used with him and made him grimace. He hated when her maternal instincts got turned onto him.

Might as well enjoy the spread of food she had prepared.  That they were all his various preferred dishes (and a few favourites, he’d privately admit) didn’t escape his notice. 

With a quietly suppressed clearing of his throat so as to not draw any of ‘mother Dwahvel’s’ ire, he focused himself on the meal. 

At least then she couldn’t give him hell about how much(or little) he was eating.

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First kiss

“I know how to kiss!”

“Do you?”

That was how this had started. 

A challenge, thrown by the drow he couldn’t say 'no’ to.

An attack on his pride.

”Are you sure that’s not why you can’t keep a lover?”

So what if he’d bitten the bait?

So what if he had been-

Hesitant.

Cautious.

Shy.

So what if he felt-

Confused.

Dizzy.

Hot.

How did the peacock turn such an awkward task into something so-

Sensual?

How did a quick show of proof turn into such a-

Long,

Slow,

Intoxicating event?

.

And when had his back hit the table?

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Chapter 4

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Zak said with an unfriendly smile. There’d always been something a little unsettled—or maybe unsettling—about his eyes, and it gave Jarlaxle a chill now to see it. “You still need to be the one holding all the cards.”

“It’s kept me alive.”

“At what cost?”