Hello there, thanks a lot for the prompt!So, in my style, I wanna write healing fluff. Because healing fluff is The Thing I Love, and since I read something REALLY heartbreaking today (by @disaster-bi-canach Read it Here!), I will amend it. I wanted to to this with sweet Naoise (whose name has like 3 different pronunciations because GAELIC). Hope you like it! <3

Side note: Arlen the murderboi and Mozz the trashplant are not mine. I have not such talent for drama (?)

He knew it was a dream. But it was not just one of the strange stories concocted by his mind, but a Dream, A prophecy, or a memory. A wooden door in the seedy part of Lion’s Arch, planks rotten and hinges rusted  as a malignant vapor escaped from its underside. Smelled like nightmare and sap, like pain and plantblood. Like corpses of love wishes, strangled by briarthorns. Naoise did recognize the voices inside the house, the moans and the shadow of threats under them. Suffering, and silence, and fear and abuse and everything he had recognized in the air around the Courtier that had almost killed him the day before.

It was not a dream, it was a memory. One of his own memories; he had felt awkward and ended up going somewhere else. He had no right to interfere in the life of Arlen, even if a part of his heart broke everytime something like that happened. No one deserved to be used like that. If he could, he would kick the courtier’s ass far away, so he could choke on his own poison.

Galahad/Tahiel (Galahiel): Normal but chaos enabler/Chaotic with a soft spot. Tahiel es >:3c incarnate, poor plantboi cant keep his hands from creating mischief whenever he goes. Also breaking the rules. And being a total tsundere. He needs to be stopped and can only be stropped by the cuddles of his sweet thicc norn husband. Who enables him. Mostly bc he is too soft.

Canach/Irene (Carene): Bastard with a crush/Accidental bastard magnet. Irene is too good, too kind, too soft, showing good things to people who don’t deserve them (and Canach does not. He is an all-out jerkass before he gets his ass kicked). I am glad Canach got better, otherwise h would be a boring sassy jerk, instead of the extremely entertaining sassy jerk we all love.

Arlen/Naoise (Arloise): Reclusive pessimist/Bold optimist (who is more powerful). Arlen has lived a horrific number of traumas, and is both really shell-shocked and mistrustful. Naoise is a soft kind flower in communion with nature and the Dream. He is also the Dreamchild of a Firstborn and a Godslayer, so he can and will support his dearheart with optimism and laser beams of pure sunlight while uwuing.

Giralein/Gialinn (GiraLinn): Best friends (with the bonus of childhood friends). Even if the sylvari have no childhood, they have been together ever since forever, being part of the other’s dream and I made them bc I love classic fairytales so don’t judge me ok?

Naoise: -rolls up his sleeves-

I’m alright, just bored out of my mind. I can’t go out bc I’m allergic to basically everything, so quarantine it is for me!

Hope you’re doing fine as well. Here it goes something gay

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It was always Naoise. The one to sought for him, the one to take the initiative. The one to push forward, with passion and devotion, and to pull Arlen with him to whenever he wanted to go. It had always been like this - and not for lack of wanton on Arlen’s part.

Because when Naoise kissed him, deep and as sweet as he was, Arlen knew there were some things in life he didn’t understand, despite his vast experience traveling the world. There was a hint of melancholy and an ocean of romance in Naoise’s kisses, as if every kiss could be their last. His moony-eyed romance wasn’t something Arlen had ever felt before.

He knew of passion, he knew desire. He knew the bite of blood on his lips. He knew of scars and hands who choke and nails that claw. He knew of violent ecstasy; ending in a heap of pleasure and dirty clothes, and a broken heart.

But how could he respond to Naoise’s love without turning it to everything he wanted to leave behind? How could he learn to love like he did, to give in without losing himself again? It was frightening, even when he grunted because Naoise climbed on top of him on their shared tent, and demanded everything and a little more.

Suddenly, however, he stopped, sitting up and glancing at Arlen, all blushing up and panting. His hands, suddenly shy, clutched at his undershirt nervously.

“Arlen,” he murmured, voice trembling. Arlen blinked.

But before he could answer, Naoise went right back to his lips... and then up to his chin, leaving a hot trail down to his neck.

At first, taken aback, Arlen froze. The feeling was overwhelming, at the verge of being too much to bear. But Naoise’s smell wasn’t that of sweet poison, leaving him in a haze of pleasure, but that of a ripe fruit, ready to be biten into. And as Naoise went lower and lower, his teeth scraping at his lover’s collarbone, Arlen grabbed his chin, making him look up to him.

His eyes were bright with desire, and confusion. Arlen focused in the hundred of tiny details of his face; battlescars, places where the bark was hardened and healing, a beard like tangled roots. He was gorgeous. And young.

“Do you want this?” Arlen asked. Naoise frowned.

“I do,” he murmured, eyes low and bright pink blush on his cheeks. Arlen nodded, looking away as well.

“Let’s go slow,” he suggested, even if his low, stoic voice made it sound like an order. Naoise glanced briefly at him, and nodded as well.

“Very well.”

Carefully now, discovering every crevice on Arlen’s body, Naoise kept going down; chaste kisses gave way to curious hands, as Arlen helped him get rid of his clothes. And as Naoise kept trailing down, awakening a passion he had thought was long dead, Arlen contemplated the roof of their tent, caressing his young lover’s petals, enjoying their soft, silky texture.

It had been too long since he felt safe. It had been a whole lifetime since he felt desire, without it being paired with paralizing fear. It was love; just love, as his eyes closed and he tensed up, grunting softly as Naoise’s kisses grew bolder, and went below the line of his pants.

This is adorable pal right away!

Arlen never complained, nor pushed him around. So when he pulled him out of bed too early, when the sun wasn’t even an insinuation, Naoise knew something was wrong.

“This way,” Arlen ordered, hurry on his voice and nervousness in his movements. Naoise grew worried by the second.

“What’s going on?” he pleaded to know, trying to cover his eyes from the snowblind. “Where are we going?”

“Near,” Arlen assured him, pressing on. Naoise, after a brief hesitation, followed suit.

On the face of a cliff, an opening insinuated its gaping mouth with broken, stone teeth. Naoise hesitated when Arlen climbed right in, offering him a hand to follow, but took it anyway. Once the darkness enveloped them, only the red light on Arlen’s thorns was left to follow. It had always weirded Naoise out - the fact that he couldn’t hear his footsteps.

“Here,” he indicated, kneeling. Naoise knelt as well, and gasped upon smelling blood.

The snow leopard used to be beautiful, but was mangled beyond repair. Naoise felt his heart shrinking when she growled, trying to rise up her head to threaten them, but was too weak to do so. He felt her pulse, and felt his eyes tear up upon noticing how it faded. He wasn’t sure even he could save her.

“Icebrood,” Arlen pointed out, putting his naked palm on the animal’s belly. She growled, but let him do so. The edges of the wound were frozen, blackened by frostbite.

“Is she going to turn?” Naoise whispered, trying to keep himself whole. Arlen shook his head.

“No corruption. Yet,” he pointed out. “But that’s-...”

A call. More specifically, a very sharp “eep!”. Naoise looked behind Arlen, and held his breath upon seeing a little snow leopard cub calling for his mom. Arlen bit his lip, and nodded.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That.”

A bit further behind, Naoise saw the remains of his brothers and sisters. He tried not to look too hard.

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do what I can. Please, keep the baby calm.”

“But-...” Arlen hesitated, but Naoise gave him a desperate look.

“Please,” he pleaded. After a brief pause, Arlen nodded. “Keep him warm.”

When he placed his own naked hand on the snow leopard’s belly, she growled once more, and then went quiet. Naoise closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The spirits of the land were unquiet. He remembered a prayer to the Snow Leopard of the norn people, and recited it under his breath as he worked. A soft, warm light iluminated the space, and the animal closed her eyes, tired and in pain.

But it was too late. He could feel her life slipping away, and a cold wind came to get her. A big, magestic Snow Leopard in the tundra, calling for her lost daughter. And with one last, grateful glance at the two sylvari, she answered the call.

“No, girl, please-...” he murmured. The light dimmed, and he felt like crying. “Please, stay with us.”

The cold breeze stopped. Only a quiet sob tore Naoise appart.

“Eep!” called the cub, and Naoise turned, inconsolable.

Arlen was sitting, legs crossed, and the cub nested between them. He caressed his little head with one finger, and he chased it and tried to bite it, or nurse from it. In the middle of an ocean of pain, Naoise felt the faintest light of hope. At least, until Arlen gave him a panicked look.

“What do I do,” he asked. Naoise wiped away his tears, and gave him a sad smile.

YOU AND YOUR BIG ASS QUESTIONS WELL HERE WE GO! A DEEP DIVE IN ARLOISE!

I will answer for Arlen and Naoise cuz I feel like I haven’t talked enough about them and they deserve it so much!

Naoise’s @pact-mom-kyrie​‘s doing~

How did they meet?

Naoise had a duty to fullfill, and to do so, he needed a bodyguard and a guide. Arlen works as both, so Naoise hired him. They didn’t see eye to eye at first, especially because messing with Arlen meant, at the time, messing with Morrissey as well, and that’s not something anyone wants, ever. But as time passed and they had to talk and explain things about each other, they became friends.

Who confessed their feelings first?

Arlen let Naoise set the pace of their relationship - both because Naoise’s the one with less experience, and because Arlen didn’t want to pressure him into anything. He’s very wary of never coming off as abusive or pushy.

What was their first official date?