#lyriumburned

Adam wanted to sink through the floor and he had no idea why he confessed it now and not later when they were alone. He looked at Fenris all flustered. “You heard me...I think..but in case you didn’t I love you.” He didn’t want Fenris to go away and he didn’t want to leave him, he had caught himself of thinking about him a lot of times and he had this warm fluffy feeling in his stomach when he saw the elf. 

❝I like you, you’re funny. Not like all the other stuck-up bitches.❞

Green eyes flashed between the men around him, too many to take on by himself, particularly with his weapons in their possession, but the other elf walking along beside him was.... curious. His hands weren’t chained, but between the collar around his neck and the way he carried himself, it was clear he was a slave, potentially an ally as well, once the redhead could figure out how to free himself from his current predicament. Brows furrowing, Hancock subtly moved closer to the taller elf, giving another quick glance at their captors before clearing his throat and looking up at him, speaking just loud enough for him to hear. “You don’t seem like you’re new to this...... how long have you been with this bastard?”

For @lyrium-burned, because a little bird told me she likes mermaids and there’s no way I’m gonna ignore this. Also, we all deserve a merman!Fenris. What version do you prefer? I couldn’t decide, so I posted them both.

Tears gathered in his eyes, but Legolas clenched his tears against him. He would not fight with words and tears, not when his heart was breaking. He was a warrior first and foremost, and Fenris whether he like it or not was one of the few that Legolas saw as family. The few he would take a blade for. "Fenris, if you leave hear I will only follow you. I refuse to allow you to run off to your death or worse without me at your side. We are stronger together."

@lyrium-burned

“Would you like to drink some water first? We only have one bowl.” He asked and explained at once. His mug, like the salt pouch an other useful things from his bags, were lost. Lian wasn’t too concerned with getting them back, at least not now when helping Fenris get better was a much more pressing matter. And those were all easily replaceable things as well; the items that were dear to him had been in the small bag Danarius snatched when going after them and then destroyed most of them as well. Lian’s heart still ached at the memory of his mother’s gift broken into pieces. He carried them now in his pocket, refusing to let go of them even if they didn’t resemble the wooden totem much anymore.

Arranged Marriage Starters :{ @lyrium-burned }:---- ;; ° ❁   Anairtalë’s emerald eyes were wet with tears as he glared daggers at this white haired elf. Or whatever he was; he didn’t know (and cared) much about this realm or its inhabitants, since Faeries dwelled in their own, magically protected lands Anaii’s family ruled...And now he had to marry one of them, one of ‘the others’. Much to his dismay. Their wedding was supposed to form a bond between their worlds -- tsk! As if that would happend. “And you are exactly what I was expecting! Filthy and displeasing to the eye!” The blue-haired Faerie prince spat, then turned his head and stared out of the window to empathize his aversion toward the elf.“...If you dare touching me, I am going to put a hex you.”