I wanted to hit him. This was all his fault! I'm sure we can get to the road this way, he says. Just a little further, he says.
That was an hour ago. An hour, walking in the mud and rain. Unfortunate conditions. I usually enjoyed the rain, would walk about in it for hours, but this was just torturous to be hiking with a pack of equipment each and a heavy, drenched wool cloak. Finally though, we had happened upon an small farm with a side barn, probably fair off track of where we were supposed to be, but shelter was shelter. Barns were an easy place to hide away, for free too thank the Maker, if you didn't get caught.
We closed the door behind us, and I began stripping the wet weight from my body, laying it across the hay to dry out, my boots and stockings next. Without a second thought, I began stripping my drenched shirt, but I suddenly remembered my companions presence. I had the tendency to forget that sometimes still. I pulled it back down over my midriff.
So long as I had to where these clothes...
I smiled, turning back to Kaelen, a childish spark in my eye. "Come on." I grabbed a hold of his wrist and yanked him back outside. If I was going to play out in the rain, than so would he. I was annoyed yes, but every now and then we needed a bit of fun, especially in circumstances, stressful as they could get. I spun in the mud in bare feet, my head back, arms wide. I liked water. In any form it seemed. But as was the way of these things, it was slick, and with my luck, the inevitable was, well, inevitable.
I slide forward, and just when I thought I'd fall face first into the mud, I instead waved my arms about, trying to regain my balance and there was Kaelen and then--
Bam. We were down. I fell the wind knocked out of me a bit. The mud cushioned us, thankfully, but I was pressed on top of him. Pushing myself up, I smiled down at him, a laugh in my face at my clumsiness. And in that stupid moment something came over me, my smile faded as I gazed at him.
And then I leaned forward, my lips gently pressing against his for just the shortest of instances. I lingered, just a moment, as my action registered to myself. I quickly pushed myself up once it did, panic in my face. "I... um..." I cleared my throat, holding out an awkward hand to help him up. "We should get dry... before we catch our death of cold..."
Scratched on a torn page of Kyllian's notebook there is a long list, scribbled and rewritten many times. It has been tossed to the fire pit, but missed and bounced to the side
pros
He's very extremely somewhat attractive
His company is more than I could hope for tolerable
I have a feeling the sex would be great. Just a feeling...
Maybe it would be making love for a change rather than just sex?
Magic. Period. Maker, that's attractive.
He makes me laugh.
He knows me better than many people I know.
I think I love him. We're great friends. Maybe I can trust him.
cons
Relationships mean love... I don't know if I can handle that
We fight alot. Not sure that's healthy.
If this fucks up I might loose one of my good friends.
I'm scared of being in love
I'm scared of being in love with him
The sheer fact that I have been writing this list over and over again worries me. Why am I even pondering something so... ridiculous? I need to crumple this up and never see it again. Maybe burn it. Yes burning it seems best. He must never know.
He's leaving soon anyway. Once we get to Nevarra, he's leaving. They always leave. And then I can stop thinking like this.
Who would be the big spoon?—— Kaelen I bet. But honestly most of the time I bet they struggle to sleep in the same bed, and splay out all over the place, probably don't even sleep parallel to each other most of the time. They go all weird directions or somethingWho would wake up first?—— Kyllian is definitely more of a morning person I think? I bet it would bug him... CxDo they have nicknames for each other?—— I don't think anything has been established in that way between them, though they do refer to each other by last name when they are verbally harassing one another. What happened when they met each other’s parents?—— I don't know if this will happen, but I really don't see Cyrion approving. Especially with what happened regarding Kaelen in the Alienage. Kyllian may not completely remember the horror, but Cyrion does. How do they apologise after an argument?—— That is a time consuming process. Neither likes to bow to the other first. It is a give and take, and sometimes one does, and then the other, but it is always begrudgingly, and insincere at first. ....
And then most likely make up sex, because they're those kidn of people, and because they were angry likely about something stupid and petty. The cycle goes on.
What would they be like as parents?—— If Kyllian could have children? I get the feeling that Kaelen might actually be really responsible with Children, considering his own upbringing. Kyllian would as well, but she'd be more encouraging of naughty behavior. Who is the better cook?—— Kyllian, but Kaelen probably could pick it up and surpass her easily.Who is more romantic?—— That' is a really tough call. Because neither of them seems to be very romantic. Kyllian, though she would deny it is a hopeless romantic, but is horrible at carrying out the actions. Kaelen, I'm not sure.What sort of gifts do they get for each other?—— Kyllian is usually a usefulness gift giver, but one thing I've thought she would buy for him, if she could find one again from a Dalish vendor or something is a Halla rune token, thinking it would remind him of his mother. Who gets jealous easiest?—— They both seem like jealous and possessive people. I have to say they are on par here. xD
Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?—— I fell like Kaelen might, being locked up in the circle, those sorts of things would be what he had to look forward too. I don't doubt that would carry over? Kyllian doens't see the point in those sorts of things as much.
Who is the most adventurous?—— Kyllian, I bet Kaelen doesn't mind lazing about most of the time. She probably drags him on the road as it is.Who is the most protective?—— In the end, I'm going to go with Kaelen here. Both are very protective though. that is a tough call.What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?—— Kyllian probably would have shoved him in the mud alot and they would have fought like children. Alot. I just picture them now though at age 6, before he gets taken away to the circle and being like 'I keep seeing the grown ups do that kissing thing, wanna try it?' and so they do and they are both like 'ew that was gross' but then they hold hands and its super sweet..*BONUS: Song to sum them up?*Stubborn Love by the Lumineers Do I ship it? NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP /
{{Kinda a Kaellian headcanon but oh well}} Because Kae grew up with his mother, who did all sorts of funky Dalish style things, he knows how to braid hair. Sometimes when they're in camp for the evening, he'll sit down behind Kyllian and braid her hair into elaborate styles. Neither of them talks about it, but both of them find it soothing.
*Giggling incessantly*
Yes yes yes yes. Its especially interesting because I think she lets him do it more for his benefit and distraction. She's not very girly, not good at those sorts of things.
Write about our characters falling in love, or if they have already doing something romantic.
I hope you are fully prepared for what you have just done.
The Moment- a drabble
I am not really sure when it all started. But it is ridiculous. Absolutely abhorred.
Maybe it when when he shoved me into the lake that day when we were looking for water and food.
Or when he absolutely infuriated me with his constant whining about having to go into town. Could anyone hate people anymore than he did?
Or there was that frustrating way he, at times, seemed to think himself better than me.
But…
When I felt alone, he was there for me to make a joke at the expense of and laugh at it with me despite, or for me have a good yell at, hell even to shove each other around a bit. No…
No, I know when it happened now. That night at the fire. My bad day, my first one since he had joined my company. That day my brain went back to my worst days, weaving and reweaving my most nightmarish circumstances, the dead bodies of my friends, of innocents. That day, it was the gore and mess that had been the circle, bodies mangled on the pillars, splattered across the walls, the reeking stench the burning flesh that mixed with the smell of stone and old books.
As Kaelen sat next to me, making some unheard harassing joke, I did not respond, my eyes glassed over as the pictures played on a circular loop, he gave me a shove with his elbow, and suddenly it all came alive around me. I sat on a stone floor, Wynne was shooting a healing spell behind me in Alistair’s direction. Our forces were weak, I felt a weakness in my stomach as I looked before me. I shoved hard against his chest, spilling back. "Begone demon!" I yelped in a frantic attempt at escape.
My shaky hand figited and patted down my person as I searched for something, anything, my dagger, poison, a bombing flash of something to caste at the demon. But it spoke to me suddenly. “Kyllian what the hell is wrong with you?" The tone of the horror seemed hurt, and it came closer. Finally my hands found what I looked for and my pulled out my mother’s dagger and made a forward slash at the creature, twisting as I scrambled to get up, but it grabbed at my ankle, pulling me back.
I screamed. I felt ready to cry. It would kill me. It grabbed my wrists firmly. “Bloody hell, you fucking hit me." It yelled at me. I felt a pressure on top of me as I thrashed about. The pictures were fading, but my panic continued until— "Kyllian its me! By the Creators, its me!" I froze. My jaw was tight as I stared up at him, the water at the edges of my eyelids, his legs straddled across my waist, staring down at me. A small dribble of blood dripped down his forearm onto my hand.
Kaelen looked down at me, with both an anger and concern, in strange accord. He briskly took my knife from my hand and pushed himself off of me, cursing in Elven words even I did not quite understand. I sat up slowly, swallowing hard, my face frozen. My knees curled up to my chest. Alone again. Surely he would want to leave. I was not suited for this much contact with anyone for this long. The outbreaks were inevitable. I laid my forehead to my knees. But a few moments later I felt a blanket drape over my shoulders.
I lifted my head quickly as I heard the rustle and just saw Kaelen retake his place next to me, already well on his way to wrapping his arm in some bandages. I stared at him silently for a moment, and he glanced over with this face. I didn’t quite understand it. It was gentle. Understanding almost, though I knew not how he could possibly understand. I clenched the blanket around my shoulders
And we stayed up the whole night. We did not say a word. We did not need to. Silence was more than enough words between us in that moment. The sheer fact that he remained was enough for me.
And that was it. That was the moment.
That was the moment I began falling in love with him.