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iamjessemccartney · 2 years

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1 and 35 for Carol?

YES thank you lars

1. Are they associated with a certain color? What color do they wear most?

i definitely associate him with orange and shades of orangey brown. one reason being the obvious- he's a ginger with light brown eyes, those colors come built in. but lesser-known fun fact is that his middle name is Oisin, which translates to "little deer" from irish gaelic- so! brown shades to match the colors faun fur comes in :3

as for the colors he normally wears? i do like to picture him in deep greens and blues, and.. reds and dustier purples, but he's probably got more earthy tones and generally lighter shades in his actual wardrobe. and considering he's a professional violnist, he most definitely has a couple Very Tasteful concert black™️ suits in rotation.

35. Do they ever return home?

ohhh god he Tries. in literal terms? yes. he never really strays very far from the city he was raised in, and- the way i've seen it, he winds up taking over his childhood home when the time comes. the home he was born in, for clarification- the first one he lived in. but? carol takes over this home, his first one, because his father dies and carol himself can't bear to leave it empty or put it up for sale. his fiancée breaks their engagement and leaves him in this home, a few months after the funeral. his mother died in this home when he was still just a boy. half of his childhood was spent elsewhere, in another home, with other guardians, because his father couldn't take care of him alone once she was gone.

yes, he returns home, but home isn't the same. home will never be what he'd tried to plan for himself. but all in all, it is still home.

#oh my god i just found out if you press and hold the font options on mobile. it gives you a list you can just Select from rather than #having to tap and cycle through each one. yee fucking Haw #carol joyce #asks #romanticslimecreature #'lesser-known' unless he's mentioned it to anoyone else- wyrm is the only one who knew carol's middle name actually lmao #and also he still sees those other guardians (his aunt and uncle) as long as they're around. but that sort of #tears him in 2 different directions too still #lmao carol is. Deeply complex actually and he has so much lore. like stupid amounts of lore. like. fully ridiculous amounts of lore.#sooo much hiding behind that pretty lil face of his💖#for those of you who dont know. carol the silly redhead bitch (and ivory's best friend) wyrm draws now and then #was created by Me #if ever you have wanted lore for him for Any reason. 👀 the post these questions came from is in my ask game tag #thank you laaars #'never really strays very far' well he does go to college somewhere. else. i suppose. but *otherwise*

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trvelyans-archive · 6 years

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first kiss

inspired by this

“uh, hi! i’m alistair.”

he held his hand out for a handshake, and the woman across from him looked at it anxiously, gnawing on her bottom lip. she was very pretty, with what looked to be soft orange hair and a smattering of freckles. he suddenly felt bashful - a part of him had been hoping that it would’ve been someone… well…

well, no one, really. he was kind of praying that something would go wrong and he’d get out of it.

“oh! sorry, sorry.” blushing profusely, the woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “i’m… uh, elara,” she murmured finally, taking his hand gently in her own, though the touch was so light it was like she wasn’t even holding it.

“that’s, er, a really pretty name,” alistair told her. “elara. ee-laaar-uh.”

she giggled, tucking a balled-up fist underneath her chin and tilting her head at him. “alistair is a very nice name, too,” she commented. “very… it’s very regal. kingly! one could say it was very, uh, kingly.”

alistair chuckled, feeling himself growing red but finding no way out of hiding it. “i don’t know if more than one would, but, ah, thank you.”

silence settled in the air around them, and alistair found himself hopelessly looking for something to latch his attention onto. besides the white backdrop, the cameras, and the crew members shuffling past each other behind them, however, there was nothing. nothing besides the beautiful woman in front of him, biting her lip and wringing her hands. (they looked sweaty.)

(but soft.)

he clapped his hands together. “so!” he said. “ready to, uh… do this thang?”

then he winced, shaking his head and dragging a hand across his face. “sorry,” he said, laughing self-deprecatingly. “that was… very, very bad.”

“no, it was… funny. dorky, but… funny.”

she took a tentative step closer to him - actually, she didn’t even take a full step towards him, she only really inched her toes towards him, and held her foot at an angle so that she could pull it away quickly if she needed to.

did he look that scared, too?

“okay,” she breathed out, nodding to herself in forced determination. “okay, let’s… um…”

she flailed her hands in a vague motion between the two of their bodies and he nodded.

“right! right,” alistair said. “let’s… yes.”

he stepped closer to her once, and then twice. the sound seemed to ricochet off of the walls, echoing in his ears. both of their arms had fallen to their sides - hers were swaying back and forth, and her fingers were twitching. his hands were balled up into fists. if he knew punching himself would get him out of this, maybe he’d do it.

or maybe he wouldn’t. uncurling his knuckles, he reached out hesitantly, taking her hand in between his thumb and his forefinger.

“is this… okay?” he whispered, taking a third step closer to her so that the tips of their shoes were bumping against each other.

“it’s great, yeah,” she replied, her voice a wistful squeak, glancing down at their touching hands for a brief moment before her gaze flickered back up to his face. “great. really… good.”

pressed by a sudden surge of confidence, alistair dropped her hand and reached up to cup her face - tenderly, like this piece of unfamiliar and radiating china might break if he held it too tightly. their noses danced around each others’ for a moment before he settled his half-open lips in between hers - they were so soft.

she kissed him back with an unexpected vigor, sliding her hands around the back of his neck and running her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. she felt so right. so pure and welcoming and sweet.

the tip of his tongue pressed against her bottom lip and she squeaked, drawing away quickly.

“sorry!” he said quickly. “sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“no, no, that’s - i…”

she ducked her head to hide the flush spreading across her cheeks and climbing down her neck, swiping a thumb along her lip.

“that was good,” she commented, meeting his gaze from underneath long, orange eyelashes. “very… good.”

the red light on the camera flicked off and almost instantly the workers started bustling around the room, adjusting lights and microphones and yelling out commands alistair didn’t understand. for several moments it seemed like everyone forgot about them - these two fumbling strangers who just made out with each other while barely even knowing each other’s names - and then one of the guys with a headset who directed alistair into the room the first time told him he could leave.

“that’s… it?” he said helplessly as the man wandered away.

“we’re done?” elara asked quietly.

“i guess so,” alistair responded.

neither of them said anything for a good, long while. they just flicked their gazes back and forth between each other and their moving surroundings, avoiding a good-bye neither knew how to give. and then, shaking his head, alistair said, “would you care to get dinner with me?”

elara looked surprised for a moment, her eyes growing wide, and then her o-shaped mouth sank down into a curved smile. “yes, please.”

elara surana belongs to @fen-harel

#hi ysyn surprise i stole elara again #i do it out of love though so... hopefully it's all good #elara surana #my writing

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