#loran laidir

[y00ms]

"Life is senseless, and on the off chance we find something that does make sense, we hold onto it as tightly as we can."

~ T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

[draco-illius-noctis]

For @y00ms and their Rook, Loran Laidir 💜 I can feel how lovesick this man is for Loran 🥹 Protect them both at all costs.

My dearest Loran,

It’s strange how easily I reach for you now. My hand moves before I think about it, like it expects yours to be there. When you’re not, when the room is still and I catch myself looking toward an empty chair, it doesn’t feel painful. Just incomplete. As though some part of my day has quietly gone missing.

You’ve slipped into my life with such ease. Not by demanding space, but by settling beside me with a kind of certainty I didn’t realize I’d been craving. There’s no performance to it. No pretense. Just the steady comfort of your presence, and the quiet way you make everything feel gentler.

Before you, I think I mistook silence for safety. I thought I needed it to keep people out. But you’ve shown me a different kind. The kind where nothing’s missing. Where I can speak or not speak, and still feel understood. There’s peace in that. In you. I hope you know how rare that is. And how much I love it about you.

It’s in everything you do, really. The way you stay close to people. The way you see them. You offer care like it’s as natural as breathing, without needing to be asked. I’ve watched you ease burdens without drawing attention to it. I’ve seen the way you pay attention, how you remember the things others forget to say aloud. You treat every life around you like it’s worth protecting. And it changes people, my darling. It’s changed me.

When I speak too much, ramble too long, get caught chasing thoughts I haven’t quite finished forming, you never interrupt. You just stay. Present. Attentive. Still watching me like there’s something worthwhile in it, like I’m not just filling space but sharing it. I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t know how much I needed it until you gave it so freely.

You once told me you worry about what I’ll need from you. That someday I’ll reach for something you don’t feel ready to give. I wish I had the words to make that worry disappear completely. All I can tell you is this: I am not here for what might happen later. I’m here because of what’s happening now. Because of the way you hold my hand and lean your head on my shoulder and let me take the bandages from your wrist without flinching.

There’s no emptiness here. No absence to mourn. The life we’re building is already whole. Already full.

Letting me see your wrist, your scars, was only part of it. You didn’t just let me tend to an old wound, you let me see you. Not the polished version, not the carefully angled silhouette. The real you. The scars you’ve carried for years. The ones you’ve dressed carefully, hidden behind fabric or light or silence, never for shame but for protection. And still, you let me in. You let my hands near them.

That kind of trust is not something I take for granted. Not when I know how long it’s taken you to offer it. And not when I can still feel the moment you exhaled and allowed me to stay close. I will carry that trust like it’s something holy, because it is.

I should be sleeping, but you’ve settled behind my eyes again, and the room feels too quiet without you in it. This letter simply insisted on being written. I missed you. 

Come to me soon, my darling.

Always, Emmrich

[y00ms]

One Last Time

Second of my two pieces for the @thefadediscordserver "What Comes After" zine! This goes with the beautiful piece by IcyVisionary, had me smiling all giddy when I first read it. Thank you so much for doing this with me, and big thanks to the Fade server for putting this together <3

And a quick PSA: Always make sure you keep the alcohol away from your skeleton 🫡

~ Details under the cut ~

[y00ms]

And you'd say / "Time to rest your weary head / Take your wings and go to bed / I know you want to know it all, my darling" / And I'd say / "Set me down and rock me / Rock me to sleep"

[y00ms]

Winter whimsy for the lovebirds ~

[y00ms]

Thank you so so much @emopulco !! You’ve captured Emmrich and Loran’s relationship perfectly, I feel so soft and fuzzy just looking at this. Loran is nothing if not cuddly and Emmrich is happy to be the recipient of their bear hugs. Obsessed 🥹🥹🥹

Y’all should go commission them!! They are the sweetest ever and you won’t be disappointed 🫶

[y00ms]

He understands more than most ❤️‍🩹

Loran always wears coverings on their left hand–it's the worst of their old wounds, and they don't like other people seeing it. Unfortunately, they get hurt after a day of fighting, and in order for Emmrich to check for other injuries, they're forced to show the damage.

But Emmrich is Emmrich, and he doesn't judge, doesn't pity. Instead, he reveals a secret of his own, and Loran feels a little less alone.

~

@kirain 's headcanon for Emmrich's right hand is everything to me (you can read abt it here and here), so I wanted to draw this moment for him and Loran. After this, Emmrich is one of the only people Loran is comfortable baring their hand around.

[y00ms]

Cozy morning Emmrook

(color wip 👇)