#kivan

This brilliant Kivan/Xan fanfic continues to build our tag of romance between the two sad elves.

This is the opening line:

Several letters arrived at dawn, delivered by rats. A remarkable occurrence made more remarkable by the fact that each rat wore tiny armor and carried little needle swords.

If that doesn't grab you by the feet and drag you into this story I assume you probably only read mathematics textbooks.

This is a hilarious story with a buildup to a final joke about Kivan's dead wife that has to be read to be believed. It is also very sweet and emotional. I loved the way the story characterised Deheriana in the backstory.

Dear Kivan,

Look at Xan. Quickly. Quickly! Is he smiling?

Then below that, an arrow pointing to Yes and one pointing to No.

Kivan looked. Xan read over his own letters, head bowed, face settled into the soft look of sadness he wore every morning, before tea energized him into despair.

Kivan followed the No path.

Right. Then I have a challenge for you! Get him to smile. Kivan snorted. Alora clearly had a hand in this, with her obsession with cheering Xan up. Love, Imoen. PS: You're cursed until you succeed.