This is not a canon blurb though, at least not yet (I haven't given this time period too much thought yet hence the writing!)

Lutanatar winces as he walks, the dagger pressed against his thigh burning like a brand as he tries not to think about it.

But he can't NOT think about it. Not when it's always there, constantly there, pestering him in his mind as he waves it off like a pesky fly trapped in a kitchen. But it isn't a fly anymore, more like a wasp, as time passes the nuisance grows and grows and he doesn't know how much longer he can swat it until-

"Lu? What's wrong?" Corrak's gentle voice pulls him back to reality, a grounding hand taking his as he realizes he hadn't been breathing.

"It... It's nothing, dear," Lutanatar manages out, a hopefully convincing smile squinting his eyes like it should when he's really happy, "I thought I saw something, but there wasn't anything there. Shall we?"

An arm gestured out, an invitation to go back to their normal walk, on this normal day, with a normal knife and a normal feeling. Nothing can ruin this day, nothing. Lutanatar wouldn't let it.

Corrak pauses, then accepts the arm, and they move on. Sure, that was odd, especially coming from Lu. But nothing can ruin this day, nothing. Corrak wouldn't let it.

"I'm so glad we could have this day to ourselves," Lutanatar mused, his arm still looped around Corrak's, "what with your work and mine, it feels like we never have time for us and us alone."

A moment and then Corrak chuckles, and agrees. "Aye, isn't that the truth!"

The silence that comes next is a comfortable one, not overbearing or uncomfortable, just perfect. So many things are said in this silence, without needing to utter a word--if it wasn't clear in how they spoke, how they match, the silence surrounding them says it all.

Lutanatar's eyes fixed on the horizon, Corrak looks up at him with unmatched adoration. How he managed to stay in the presence of such beauty was beyond him, but he couldn't be more grateful. Beautiful not only in mind or in appearance, but also in spirit, also in his words, also in his ways, also in every part of him that he doesn't let anyone else near. Gods, did he luck out in this life. One chance meeting, and now he has it all.

"Corrak? What's the holdup?” Now it was Corrak's turn to snap back to reality, to see Lu walking back after he stopped at a standstill. For a moment, just for a moment, he slips back into his mind, thinking about all the things that could happen, all the things that could take this perfect moment, this perfect day, this perfect man, this perfect town, away from him. Explosions, fires, curses... And how he'll do anything to prevent them from happening.

"Ah, sorry, Lu- I, heh, was lost there for a moment. I wanted to ask you something, actually," Corrak pivots, away from the thoughts and to something better: "I was wondering... would you want to head home to make some cookies or something? Together?"

"Corrak, you know cooking together is my weakness. What are you planning, you sly fox~?" The line comes out much more playful than he intends, but one glance at Corrak's face says it was the perfect intonation after all. Lutanatar smirks, grabbing Corrak by the hand and making his way home.

He'll ask him the question he wanted to later tonight. Because nothing can ruin this perfect day. Not even the dagger. Not today.

The town was built out from the Town Square (where the Founder's Statue is, which was erected in the town's 250th year) which was where the two founders made their first home after escaping/leaving the underdark. You can see the farms that popped up over the years, made to accommodate the growing population of townsfolk. There's a small school, and after the Mine's collapse there was a proper cemetery built (previously the passed had been buried near their homes).

Lutarrak is a well-loved trade route stop for merchants during the merchant season, now again since the mine collapse was reversed and the mining operations are starting back up again.

I mentioned it before, but Lutarrak is primarily a mining and forging town, due to its extremely close proximity to the Ruinfore Mountain range, which is littered with cave entrances.

The two of them are the founders of the town where my D&D campaign takes place in/around, they left the underdark around 310 years ago, each for their own reason, and founded Lutarrak, a town where nobody is turned away and all are welcome. It's primarily a mining and forging town, but over the years farms have been popping up at the edges of the town as it expanded.

(I should mention that Lutanatar is a Drow and Corrak is a Duergar but they're my own 'versions' of the peoples in D&D 'canon')

Lutanatar is much more reserved than Corrak, taking care of all the administrative and paperwork things that have to do with being the heads of a town/community, and Corrak is the 'face' of the town, always being around to help.

The in-between time from the founding of the town to the current day isn't too well-fleshed out, but in the current day, neither of the founders are heading/taking care of Lutarrak. A mine collapse during the town's 300th anniversary caused a lot of havoc, and various events led to one founder being found (hah) dead in the morning and the other missing.

BUT THAT'S A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME! BACK TO THE FLUFF!!!

As is typical of long-lived peoples, the two coexist as founding partners and close friends for a long time (long time = decades), probably mutually pining idk I haven't thought about it that much, basically when they come to the surface and found the town they're like business partners and best friends and somewhere along the way they become romantic partners :3