Death & Draal's Wife

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In their special place for stargazing was none other than Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar and future Trollhunter by right... who had lit a fire and was carrying a basket with what smelled like meat and seasonings.

Draal was going to cook.

For 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑾𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒔 '𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆', 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚" were the words from the book that Alexandra had read days ago in the Trollmarket library in the company of the amber-eyed one.

Draal was performing the ritual, taking into account that humans cannot eat raw meat like Trolls. He had adapted a traditional ritual to her needs... to ask her to be his mate.

—Don't just stand there staring. Please say something. –Finally, the spiked Troll spoke, looking away in an attempt to hide his nerves. Never in his entire life had his heart beaten as hard as it did now, confessing his feelings for a human.

—Draal, did you do this... for me?

🎨: Glaove Tempestira (Facebook) ❤️💙

LOOKING FOR FRIENDS FROM THE TROLLHUNTERS: TALES OF ARCADIA FANDOM

Art made by: Runo Acon (Facebook) 💙🩵

Si he de volver a comenzar, será por ti.

Si mi vida ha de continuar, si otro día llegará.

Si he de volver a comenzar, será por tu amor 🎶

(Uh-uh, uh-uh) Si algo te puedo asegurar

(Uh-uh, uh-uh) es que mi vida la soñé contigo,

eres todo lo que necesito y aquí me quiero quedar.

Si mi vida ha de continuar, si otro día llegará.

—And you know I like to show you that I love you through gifts, right? -Was the simple response from the sapphire-eyed young woman, who handed him a plate of 𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰. —When it was my 19th birthday, you gave me this necklace that I adore, and I've worn it ever since. You don't have a birthday, and I thought I'd give you one so I'd have an excuse to give you gifts. You once told me that you think the human tradition of remembering those who are no longer with us is beautiful, and what better date for your "birthday" than the 𝘋í𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘴? -With that said, the bounty hunter placed a crown of 𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴ú𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭 flowers on her head and then adorned her boyfriend's head with the same flowers she had asked him to get for her, without giving him any details as to why she wanted them.

—Happy "birthday", 𝘓𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰!

🎨: Annia Wilde Smith (Facebook) 💙❤️