#dinellon

It had been a few weeks since Dínellon had started his trial - a bold move of him and definitely something he was not used to do in his new life. He had promised himself never to be anything more than a mere servant. Someone to whom no one would truly pay attention. Someone who could avoid all forms of friendship if he wished to do so. And most importantly someone who still could helped others, but who remained as incognito as possible.

Yet here he was, working as an assistant to an ellon of higher ranking - and he doubted he had ever been happier. Physically the work was slightly less demanding than the job he had as a servant. Oh how liberating it felt. It had been a real shock to him when he had started, just how straining the work of a servant could be. Yes, he probably would have gotten used to it in time, but truth to be told, in his small size he was not an ellon of great strength and his talents were far from physical.

Erestor could be a stern superior, but it was only because he knew what he wanted. Besides no matter how Dínellon looked at it, the counselor's way of controlling the growing chaos around him was never...oppressing. Truth to be told, the smaller ellon had grown quite fond of him. So fond, that once again he was trying to impress the other by working hard. He had told him countless times before not to carry too many books, but Dínellon thought that if he worked hard, it would only make the other one more pleased with his work.

Cambron hadn't talked a lot with the new one. 

To say the truth, nobody had talked a lot with the new one. He was a taciturn sort of person, that one, or maybe he was just shy. To say the truth, it was very likely that he was shy. But he had been here for two weeks now, and he still hadn't opened his mouth at the dinner table even one time. Cambron would have suspected him to be mute if he didn't at least answer Melthil's questions with 'yes' once in a while (though he still just nodded more often than not).

His behavior wasn't benefiting the atmosphere in the servant quarters. Even one unsociable person could disrupt the cozy air of mutual trust that was the basis of the easy way the people in the servant quarters treated each other. The consequence of such disruption could be anything from bad-talking behind other people's backs to general mistrust and reserve when around the person in question. It wouldn't be much of a problem if he had at least tried to talk with people - nobody could be blamed for just being plain bad at socializing. But Dínellon had just kept to himself far too much for Cambron's taste.

■ - Violent headcanon

Hmm. A tough one. How does one write a violent headcanon for a character who is as violent as a sleeping sheep? Dínellon has had it really easy. He has not seen any war himself, but the very night his father died on the battlefield of the War of the Last Alliance, Dínellon woke up from a nightmare screaming after seeing what supposedly was a glimpse of the bloody battlefield.

♥ - Love headcanon

Dínellon believes in true love and he also wants to find it for himself. He knows there must be someone out there who could also love him, despite his imprefections (though the more time passes, the more afraid he is that he won’t actually find anyone). Dínellon is also very traditionally romantic when it comes to showing love. He enjoys giving gifts and flowers and having a candlelight dinner with the special someone and so on.

♡ - Sex headcanon

Dínellon is quite playful, even mischievous in bed. In case he finds out you like something, he might not go straight at it, but instead teases you.

▼ - Childhood headcanon

 Dínellon was a happy child. He was outgoing and talkative with his friends, but whenever they met as a larger group, he preferred to stay in the background and observe how the group worked.

☄ - Food headcanon

Strawberries. You can bribe or pamper him with strawberries.

☆ - Appearance headcanon

❥: What I honestly think about you.

//This song...is Dínellon. Source for the translation here.

Bereczki Zoltán: Hangokba zárva (Josh Groban's February song) Some years have been lost But a sound, a name haunts me/accompanied me The one I used to be as a child How may he look at me now? How may he look at me now? Nothing has happened right What I dreamt fell to pieces like dust But if you can still trust me You may be able to overwrite it, it's not late yet maybe.

And on the piano a song's playing again That my heart closed into instrument is alive I owe one more dream and after my voice the wind may turn

The mask of everyday I let to be put on me permanently I'm stepping out of the door This is a house collapsing And you're waiting there in the light

And on the piano a song's playing again, that my heart closed into instrument is alive I owe one more dream and after my voice the wind may turn And some light will appear everywhere And on the piano a song's playing again, that my heart closed into instrument is alive I owe one more dream and after my voice the wind may turn

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“I-…what? I didn’t-…” He gasped, not believing what he had just heard. It didn’t take long for a wide smile to spread over his face. “You do?” Actually, no. There was no time for questions. He leaned against the chief counselor, wrapping his arms around him and letting his head rest on his chest. “Please be mine.”

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