First lovess

Fellsgard is the foundation of Khy'eras' history and through reconstruction, it is now a vibrant and lively city. People reside here due to mild climate, opportunities, and safety and stability. Adventures often start from Fellsgard. Read more...
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Dáire
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First lovess

Post by Dáire »

(this may be touched up come morning, laptop is dying)

Dáire strode down the cold cobbled streets,The low sun reflecting off the time-worn stones, almost blinding as he all but scuttled his way across town. He was nervous. Very nervous. This would be the first time in his seemingly very long life that he was going to put his heart on the line, offering a token of his affection to the man who wormed his way into his life so entirely, that Dáire could no longer imagine a life where he was not a part of it. A small wooden box lays snugly against his chest, sequestered safely in the pocket of his heavy winter cloak. Its presence makes the day and the fast approaching moment of surrender feel all too real. The weight of it not allowing him to forget, even though it is only an inanimate object, what is signifies feels life-changing to daire .He wasn't sure what he could expect, whether Artemis would even be expecting something from him or idols save him, if he’d even accept the gift. He shook his head, that was foolish notion , but all the same, the uncertainty just escalated his trepidation
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The hall looked as it often did, people were milling around and the buzz of chatter filled the huge space with a feeling of community and home. This was one of those rare moments when being a head above the tallest man came in handy. Dáire allowed his gaze to sweep the room, seeking out the familiar head of Scruffy brown hair and the small athletic figure of the man who currently held his heart. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he spotted him. He took a few moments to enjoy the view, watching as Artemis sat talking animatedly with a group of the men, lighting up the room in a way few people could achieve with such seemingless effort.

Anticipation mounting by the moment, he strode forwards, knowing himself all too well. Leave it much longer and he would shame his father and back out. Cowardly without a doubt- but he never had claimed to be a brave man. Moving as quietly as possible he moved up behind his lover, wrapping his arms around him, slipping the long wooden box and its paper slip within his shirt pocket. Without a word, he laid a noisey kiss upon Artemis’ cheek, withdrawing just as quickly as he’d swooped in, shooting a rare devilish smirk over his shoulder, hoping it would disguise his retreat. He’d have to return shortly, night was flailing but he’d take this time to compose himself, wouldn't do to seem like a babbling teenager again when he returned.



Inside the box there is a small paper with a looping script upon it, underneath the paper is a slim elegant blade, the metal polished to a high sheen, rivaling the beauty of the ornately designed hilt. The gift is undeniably new, and very possibly made to order.


There is a man from fellsgard,
He loves to get it hard,
So Ill lay him out prone,
Just to hear him moan,
This is one I can not discard.
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