#leesil

[konnie-senpai]

I am once again rereading the noble dead series which is... something i do for my mental health. Highly recommend. My drawing skills have improved drastically since my last read so I decided to draw every blorbo from every book as I go and here's my 1st book faves

[konnie-shitpost]

i'm doing all kinds of content i can think of lmao and yeah i'm using my own art for it

[weedsekatzefollowers]

𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑨 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝑬 [𝒙]

[xy-xerneas]

work in progress of my best boy Leesil from The Noble Dead series.

I’m so in love with these books  … and yet no-one has read them. 

sobs

[konnie-senpai]

so! I’ve re-read noble dead saga recently and.... it’s so good!! please somebody read these books I beg you on my knees 

[weedsekatzefollowers]

i can't say for certain yet but i think leesil might be? my fave? the one i intend to first pursue at least. (altho i'm also fawning over sadesa and velius. like damn i saw 'i am loyal and will love you with my entire heart' and it cupid'd me.) (& brionna & the cinnamon. all of them are too good.) the bit about his resistance being 'easily broken' in his thalmor letter. holy shit. i need this boy to learn 1.) to love himself and 2.) love from others that isn't horribly manipulative and abusive??

Leesil has a turbulent past (they all do, really, but I’m willing to say he has one of the “heavier” background stories). There’s unfortunately a lot he’ll have to learn, yes. Despite (or maybe because of) that, he’s an incredibly nice person who is not too fond of violence and would rather find a peaceful solution. I’m willing to say he’s kind-hearted and gentle to a fault, even.

As for Sadesa, she’s selfish and stubborn. She too made experiences that scarred her deeply. She’s about 90% done at all times and it shows. She’s not heartless at all, though. There’s a vulnerability to her you wouldn’t expect coming from her after talking to her once. A bit impulse every now and then, though.

Meanwhile Velius is the anchor of the group. He’s been in this game for too long to let his emotions get the better of him. It takes a lot to upset him or for him to lose his temper. If you want a level-headed solution to a problem, he’s your best shot at it. However, he’s a little stiff and too set on his ways at times. He’s always willing to listen to another point of view, though.

Brionna’s issues lie less in her past and more in her present. Some might consider her a little slow, but her heart is definitely in the right place. She’s most comfortable when she has someone to lead her (into battle, don’t try it anywhere else), but she has a certain set of morals she won’t ever go against. There’s one thing for certain though, at times she’s her own worst enemy.

And there you go, anon. A little bit of extra information on your favorites so far. I hope it sates your curiosity, at least for a short while! Again, thank you so much for your patience.

[weedsekatzefollowers]

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[weedsekatzefollowers]

LEESIL: A SHORT STORY

Leesil almost feels guilty. Leaving in the middle of the night without letting the others know where he went or what he’s doing. How are they supposed to know his intentions? Perhaps they’ll have moved on without him by the time his arrow connects with the target. Or, he reminds himself sternly, you could stop second-guessing your friends and put as much trust in our promise of companionship as they do.

It’s not easy, though. He’s learned not to trust too quickly. Naiveté makes way for punishment. It makes way for pain and isolation and confusion. And, in the case of the deer he’s been trailing for the past hours, it’ll make way for death. The animal came to trust him too quickly.

Seldom has he met a person who is friendly for the sake of being friendly. When all is said and done, humans and mer alike will always ask for something in return. And kindness is a currency Leesil can’t repay the way he wishes to... even if he wants to. When all of this is over, will they ask him for something in return? Sadesa, Velius, Brionna, Thelen, Laoghaire, the Dragonborn? He hopes not. For some reason he can’t bear the thought of letting them down. Leesil’s breathing stops. A brief moment passes in silence. He uses it to correct his aim. When his breath finally escapes his lips in a quiet huff, he lets go of the arrow that’s been firmly lodged between his fingers; a triumphant smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Hunting’s the only thing he’s certain he’s good at.

Not even the faint whistle of the arrow traveling through the crisp morning air warned the deer. It remained oblivious until the bitter end. Leesil slides his hand over the still warm fur, the realization hitting him at the same time the telltale metallic smell of blood creeps into his nostrils. All of this belongs to him now. He doesn’t have to share any of this with other people anymore. In fact, he could keep the spoils of this hunting trip all to himself. He could run off with the carcass and no one would reprimand him for his choice. And he could dine like a Jarl for - at the very least - a month.  No consequences. No disappointed looks. No punishment. He’s free to go wherever he pleases, to do whatever he wants.

Despite of this realization - or perhaps because of it -, Leesil hauls it all the way back to the place he’s grown to call home. No, he doesn’t have to share the game he’s bagged. But he wants to. With his friends, if they would still have him.

Odette’s face lightens up the moment he steps through the door, her experienced eyes looking over the deer in a busy hurry. “My, but what would we do without you, young elf?”, she wonders loudly, her arthritic fingers coming to a rest on his shoulders in a maternal display of affection. It’s over far too quickly, though. “I’ll tell you what. We’d be starving. Have you spoken to the others yet?”, she wants to know, already turning away and rummaging through her pots and pans. “They’ve been looking for you since the crack of dawn.”

Leesil finds them not far from the Greathall, huddled around a well-thumbed map of Skyrim. Three pairs of piercing eyes landing on him in surprise before he can even mutter the apology that’s sitting on the tip of his tongue. Sadesa breaks the strained silence first. “Guess Brionna owes me twenty septims”, she proclaims while walking around the table, smothering him in her tight embrace a short moment later. “Where’ve you been, big guy?” As usual, there’s a hint of Sujamma clouding her breath; her fiery red eyes study his face closely. “Hunting.” He doesn’t like how apologetic he sounds. But he can’t help it. Deep down, he feels like he’s done something terribly wrong. Not so long ago this brave little venture would’ve cost him his meal. Earned him another round of caning. What was he thinking, not telling them anything about it? Now he truly feels guilty. Now Leesil wishes he’d left. “In the middle of the night?”, Velius inquires carefully, masking his actual question with a more sensible one. His tone of voice - though calm and collected - demands an honest answer. He knows. Not like Thelen knows things without knowing he knows things, no. This has nothing to do with magic. Unfortunately for Leesil, the Legate simply is an exceptionally good judge of character. “I... couldn’t sleep.” “Could’ve paid me a visit”, Sadesa offers, her gloved fingers invitingly roaming across his chest, and Leesil has to fight the urge to flinch from her gentle touch. She means no harm. He’s no longer in Alinor. He has the right to say... “No.” Again, not how he intended for this to come out. It’s too harsh... too jumpy. But the Dunmer understands. She’s always understood him far better than the others. “No, I just... had a really bad night. Didn’t wanna wake any of you. Besides, this way I got to hunt down the biggest deer I’ve seen in a very long time.” He doesn’t want to talk about this. Doesn’t know how to put his nightmares into coherent words without having to live through them a second time. But then, he doesn’t have to. “I’m proud of you.” Velius tends to do this a lot. Saying one thing and meaning something else entirely. Diplomacy, the humans and Thalmor call it, and by Yffre, the Imperial’s good at it. “Now, if we could return to the task at hand?” The Dragonborn nods and just like that, the tension in the air is gone.  When Sadesa grabs his hand and leads him to the table they’ve gathered around, Leesil feels like a fool. For doubting them. For doubting himself. For wanting to run away yet another time. Because, yes, learning how to trust again is difficult. But he’s getting there. And he knows he can do it with their help.