#iesin

just picture it: talvos sitting in the window of his tower, talvos carrying his braid in a basket on his hip as he tends to his plants, talvos re-reading a few carefully hoarded books, talvos who has never seen more of the world than the view from his window. and then into his life flits a fae who goes wherever the wind takes him but who keeps returning to visit again and again, a fae who brings gifts of plants and stolen books and suncatchers he makes for talvos and no one else; a fae who teaches talvos that there is a life outside of his tower and that he can want it.

realtsolais

ohohoho 👀👀👀 of the two of them, iesin would be the one most likely to be able to control himself enough to throw a contest if it had been a couple of days since the other fae got to eat. the falconry fae isn't at a point yet where they're able to think past their desperate need to make sure they get their next meal, whatever it takes

Foggy morning Iesin