#crodam

Needless to say she has a great time

[translation: Can I at least know who it’s with?]

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY!!!!!!

Yes yes you get it you get it! Damara would be very good at keeping him in line because she knows the right balance of meanness.

Translation: [You sent her how many pictures?] [for a hope player you sure are hopeless]

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.

Man I have hardly written either of these two. I hope the characterization is ok! And it kind of became “Wed Me” too hope you don’t mind.

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Christmas, some human tradition.From Cronus’ excited if not completely informed explanation it had soundeddistasteful, too cheery, too loud. Damara would rather spend a winter dayindoors, with a cup of tea and silence. Still, she might as well give it ashot. She gave him one, after all.

He showed up without his leatherjacket, instead wearing some hideous woolen sweater that even Kankri would balkat, with a jug of some creamy over-sweet liquid he called “eggnog.” He gavesome spiel about a small twig and kissing under it. Damara snorted at that. Iftwo people wanted to kiss they should kiss. A plant could not compel them.

They got a lively fire burningin the fireplace, which Damara admitted was cozy. Then Cronus put on some kindof music that she could only describe as disgustingly cheerful.

As the evening wore on theyrevealed each other’s gifts. She had gotten him some of the hair products heliked, and he had gotten her a new pair of needles for her hair.

“Wait,” He started when shemoved to settle down again. “I uh, got another gift for ya.” She cocked aneyebrow at him, but nodded for him to continue. He looked nervous all of asudden. He fidgeted and gnawed on his unlit cigarette (what a waste) as hepulled another package out of his sylladex and handed it to her. It was flatand soft. She guessed some small article of clothing, a scarf perhaps.

“Open it now,” He said, and she reachedover to pat his lips, chiding his impatience.

She pulled away the ribbon andcarefully tore the wrapping paper apart. Her eyes were bright with curiosity,then narrowed in confusion, before finally widening with surprise. She held upthe white sheer fabric, then raised her head to show him the shock andquestioning in her expression.

“It’s Eastern Alterniantradition,” He blurted out. Damara’s lips pressed together in annoyance. Sheknew it was Eastern tradition. She was from there. “I uh, looked it up. It’s aveil, that you’d wear for the ceremony. For uh, y’know-” He broke off, madesome helpless gesture in the air, then took a deep breath. He met her eyes, andshe saw the nervousness but determination. “Dam, you know what I’m askin,right? Would you do the matesprit bonding ceremony with me?”

Damara stared down at the veilin her hands. It was the finest quality she had ever seen. She supposed thatwas to be expected of a Seadweller.

A Seadweller. A violetblood. Herlifetime would be no more than a couple of years to him. Was the engagementreally so serious then?

Oh, but centuries after she wasgone they would be talking. The royalty that bonded with a rustblood. Howinappropriate. Had he no shame?

She could have answered thatquestion sweeps ago.

He was still watching her,looking more apprehensive by the second. She carefully folded the veil up, thenlooked up at him again. She smiled. It wasn’t her vicious smirk, nor her forcedguise of politeness. It was a genuine grin of happiness.

“Yes,” She murmured. His facelit up and even his fins fluttered.

“I thought we could do it at thebig cliff over the ocean,” He started excitedly, “I’ll get everyone to come.Meenah and Kankri-” Damara’s face screwed up at that, “Or uh, maybe not them.Maybe we can get Kankri to take a vow of silence with his chastity for thebonding gift.”

“You dress nice.” Damara pokedhim in the chest with a demanding tone. “Not wear leather. Not wear that.” Shewinced at the sweater he had on right now. Cronus laughed.

“Sure babe. Anything for you.”

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Do Beforans have a concept of marriage? I say they do, in this particular drabble, because it’s convenient. I sort of got the proposal tradition idea from a Fire Emblem Fates support convo?

oh fuck no....