I made tumblr horny for Gale's thighs and I have Regrets

On the other hand, bad pain includes the sort he can't fight against - anything inflicted as punishment or when he is under some sort of restraint, whether literal or figurative (the tadpole very much falls into this category). But this also extends beyond literal pain, into simple touch, because in Dhamari's experience, touch is not a soft thing, it is hard and ruthless, and so he's come to avoid it whenever he can.

Encouraged, Gale reaches for him now, mirroring Dhamari’s earlier gesture and gently cupping the drow’s face in his hand. Dhamari lists unconsciously into the touch, savouring it. His eyes nearly fall closed for an instant - and then he rouses himself again with an instinctive jolt. He’s startled by how comfortable, how easy it is, to simply relax into the wizard’s palm. To let his natural guard fall away, and allow Gale to slip past the boundaries he’s kept around him for so very long - an existence warded by lightning, and edged with steel. And it is… unnerving. The spell of the moment breaks. Dhamari’s smile crumbles, and he stiffens against Gale’s hand. The man's face furrows quizzically in response; and then his brows draw upward again as something seems to fall into place. Sombre now, Gale regards Dhamari for another heartbeat, and then asks evenly: “When did you last allow someone to hold you, without expecting it to hurt?”

And the whole experience of physical touch becomes even more tangled for him because of how sex-repulsed he is. Because even supposedly pleasurable touches, even when he tells himself he should want them, make him feel horribly vulnerable and cause his skin to crawl. This is another reason why he makes so little effort towards his appearance - he doesn't want anyone to find him attractive, to give them any excuse to view his body through a sexual or even sensual lens, for fear that they might try and act upon it.

Dhamari has no idea how touch-starved he is until he starts feeling things for Gale, and is forced into the position of having to reconcile his own unpleasant experiences of physicality with the gentle affection Gale is offering him. It takes him quite a while to start unlearning the lessons his body has been taught over the years. He balks at first, and backslides a few times, and even at his most comfortable moments with Gale, sometimes it's just all too much and he needs to be in his own bubble again. But he comes to appreciate and enjoy being physically close with Gale, all the more because he knows that Gale will never push him beyond the boundaries of comfort, or ask for more than Dhamari is willing to give.

Another fajarfit - more ceremonial than protective, she would have probably worn it while attending her lord Azruthor at celebrations and events of polite society in Umbar. Add dagger or sword as needed!