#elli-mk

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Aaaaaaa fren elli i’m sorry this one took so long :((

How does your F/O respond to seeing you hurt or upset? Do they act caring or immediately go into “who do I have to beat up?” mode, or both?

If I’m hurt, he’s usually resorting to caring if the danger has clearly already passed. He’ll pick me up to bring me to a mender to take care of my injuries while begging me to tell him what happened. If someone hurt me, he asks if they’re still out there so he can go take care of it for me. If I’m upset, he gets angry. He gets aggressive about my emotions but will back down if I make it clear I need comfort.

Does your F/O let you have independence and wait for you to come to them when something is wrong, or are they always checking in while concerned for your wellbeing?

It depends. Usually, he lets me come to him, but if it’s after I’ve had a breakdown and fallen into the depths again, he checks on me. He doesn’t want me to be upset and not have him there if I need him in those times, because he knows I won’t reach out.

Is your F/O ever willing to put themselves in harm’s way for you? If so, describe what you predict or imagine, or a time when they have before.

Absolutely, constantly. With the Nightmare Court and all the dangers that exist, he’s almost always putting himself in danger. He tries to keep himself as safe as he can while doing it, but given how the Court is… sometimes that is far easier said than done.

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Do you and your F/O sleep together at night? Is there a specific sleeping arrangement? Who hogs the blankets and pillows?

We sleep together as often as we can, and we’re both pretty massive cuddlers, so we’re usually clinging to each other. If it’s really hot at night (like it has been recently), he more presses to the wall and lets me rest against his chest… or he straight up lets me sleep on top of him. I end up covered in the blankets not because I steal them, but because he ends up pushing them off in his sleep to let his leaves breathe.

Has there ever been a REALLY big argument between you and your F/O? What was it about? How did you two resolve it?

With how I am with arguments… no. It’s really not an argument if one party backs down the second a voice is raised and starts apologizing for making the other angry. He was warned about me doing that beforehand, though, so he knows to try not to do it.

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How do you think your F/O would propose to you? If they already have, describe how it went!

Hmm… It’d be a 50/50 shot of spur of the moment or something he planned out for months ahead. If he planned it, he’d probably want to make sure I had a really nice day away from my family, and he’d hold me against his chest while watching the stars when he does.

Name your biggest fear. Now name your F/O’s. Are they similar in any way? Do they come from similar origins or events in your lives? How do you help each other manage your fears?

My biggest? Oh… Judgment is the best way to say it, I guess. His is probably… not actually being able to change from the Canach that fucked up Southsun. He keeps an eye out for me and comes up with excuses if I need to leave a situation for being overwhelmed, and I soothe him when the fears act up… Reminding him of just how much better and wonderful he is.

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Does your F/O have any creative hobbies? If so, what are they? If you have similar hobbies, do you and your F/O encourage each other or work together at all?

Does blowing things up or creating explosives count? He’d like it to. He’s very creative with his bombs. He’s been trying to get into some other things, but he hasn’t found any instruments or visual things that he enjoys as much as explosives.

What’s your favorite way to be touched by your F/O? Were either of you touch starved before your relationship developed?

We absolutely were. For different reasons, neither of us had ever really had a real relationship before each other… And we adore cuddles and smooches. He loves holding me in his lap while kissing me.

What’s you and your F/O’s morning routine? What about the bedtime routine?

What’s routine? We have no routines for anything ever.

Have you and your F/O ever pranked each other? If so, what was your funniest prank? Did a prank war happen?

Our pranks are completely at random, and usually very lighthearted. I can’t say what the funniest is, because it’s more of us startling or lightly scaring each other.

Do you know your F/O’s likes and dislikes? Do they match up with any of yours?

Thank you so much 💕 Hearing that honestly means a lot!!

Keep drawing and learning and experimenting! Remember not to compare your art too much to others, focus on your art and what suits you!

oh my GOSH I LOVED IT!! i loved the songs and there was no reason to make Steg that handsome but they did anyway and poor Spinel :’( i really didnt think i would love her that much going in! i just adore how she was animated like an old disney cartoon, especially during her first song! god everything was SO GOOD

Thank you for the prompt ( which is Number 2.“How long have you been standing there?”) for those two.It’s the first thing I wrote with them as a pairing (and also first time I wrote Ienzo), so this was very interesting. Always love to do some researches on flowers. 

Ienzo x Ilana (OC)

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Ienzo marveled at the garden that outstretched before him.

He had always assumed that with ‘garden’ Ilana had meant one or two beds of flowers, but that was a far cry from the actual amount of them and rows of bushes he looked at.

And with its location so far at the border of the city you had a wonderful view on the lake surrounding Radiant Garden. A little stream was running between the beds of flowers, giving the place an even more peaceful and relaxing atmosphere. No wonder she had insisted on him taking a break and coming over for tea.

“This place is marvelous,” he said in wonder, starting to walk into the garden.

The nervosity Ienzo had felt before, over coming here and meeting her alone, was now replaced with curiosity. He couldn’t name any of the flowers, but he was surprised to see so many different shapes and colors gathered in one place without looking cluttered.

“There must be some kind of system behind this. Maybe like you arrange a bouquet, just in large?” he mused while occasionally stopping to give the flowers a closer look. Sometimes he would also take a quick sniff of them and always think anew that he never had smelled such sweet aroma before.

“I wonder if she talks to the flowers,” he murmured, before a smile formed on his lips. “I wouldn’t be surprised. She is very chatty after all.”

A patch of violet-blue flowers, which petals hung upside down, caught Ienzo’s eyes. He crouched in front of them and has he had thought before, they looked like little bells.

“Curious. I wonder what they are called?” he wondered and after a moment of hesitation, he carefully poked one of the flowers, almost expecting it to actually ring. But of course, no sound was heard from it.

“Are you trying to call a fairy?”

Ienzo almost lost his balance at suddenly been spoken to, but he was able to straighten up before he landed on his backside. Turning around, he could see Ilana come forward behind one of the bushes he had just passed.

“I-Ilana,” he stammered a bit embarrassed from his ungraceful flailing and her giggling. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Hmmm, how long would be comfortable for you?” she asked back with an acted innocent smile, while she walked towards him with her hands clasped behind her back.

Already accustomed to her playful ways, Ienzo just sighed and changed the topic.

“Why did you ask if I was trying to call a fairy?”

“Because you rang a Bluebell,” she answered,now standing at his left side and pointing at the the bell shaped flowers he had admired a moment ago. “It’s said when you ring one, a fairy appears and depending on the nature of your heart they will either trap you or fulfill you a wish.”

“Huh, very interesting.” Turning to the flower again, he repressed the urge to try and ring one again. “So they are called Bluebells? That’s a pretty straightforward name.”

“Yes, botanists sometimes can be very lazy with naming flowers. But you have to admit it has a nice..ring to it, right?” she said, chuckling at her own attempt at a pun.

Ienzo just shook his head, but smiled at her.

“So, you like them?” she then asked him, giving him a curious look.

“I admit they look pretty,” he answered after a moment of thinking. “And their story really intrigues me.”

“Because they have something to do with the heart, right?” she asked, leaning a bit forward to look at his face. He couldn’t help but letting out a small, sheepish laugh.

Ilana hummed amused, before she straighten up again.

“They actually remind me of you.”

“How come?” He appeared very surprised about her statement.

With a smile, she motioned to his head. “The way your hair hangs down and the color? It looks similar to the petals.” She giggled when Ienzo touched his bangs at this. “They also stand for humility and gratitude,” she continued to explain. “And I think that describes you very well.”

Not really knowing what to answer to this, Ienzo looked back from her to the flowers. He didn’t know if those qualities would really describe him, but...it didn’t feel wrong.

After a moment he smiled.

Yes, he liked it to be compared to the Bluebell.

Seeing his smile, Ilana let him be in his thoughts for a moment longer, before she wrapped her arms around his left one.

“Anyway, I can tell you more about it at the cottage. The tea gets cold,” she said, gently starting to drag him with her.

“Oh ah, yes, of course,”he agreed after a moment of confusion from him and walked with her, not being bothered that she held onto his arm. “I wanted to ask you anyway: Where do those symbolism for flowers come from? They sometimes seem to be so arbitrarily.”

“Hmmm, that is hard to answer,” Ilana said, looking into the sky while thinking about a good explanation. “The language of flower is very old and very diverse at times. Sometimes the meanings come from their scientific names, sometimes from the myths that are told about the flower. Or when they are used for medicine, the meaning often has something to do with health and prosperity.”

While Ilana happily went on with trying to give him an idea of how flowers got their meanings, Ienzo watched her silently, taking in every word of hers.