#saulus

Remember the "Come and get your love" scene with Starlord?

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

@cursed-nyxan we got another Keilus ask 😍😍🤩🤩😍😍 !!!!! This is no drill!!! As always I need you for my assistance, correction and additions.

And what I know for sure, you are the sweet spoon, skee 😘😭😘 with your cutest asks, thank you so so so much 💓 Makes me happy!

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

Look at Keith that big man child is literally a big spoon BUT Saulus loves to play his little backpack, koala style as nyxie said 😁 So they switch 😉

We also agree that they love sleeping on top of each other - specifically, right on each other's chests 💖😊😴😊💖 - especially when they just drift off to sleep after the exhaustion and satisfaction kick in 😉 This leads to tell-tale ridge marks on their faces 🤣, making it obvious to everyone in the camp who slept on whom the next day - best HC by nyxie.

On Saulus's behalf, I’d like to mention that Keith shows no mercy when sleeping on her or doing other mischief; he pays no mind to the massive difference in their size and weight - he’s like a giant Great Dane that thinks it can still play with tiny puppies or kittens and act just like them 😆🤣😆 - innocent cinnamon roll Saulus' crushed ass!

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

S A U L U S

No question at all.

He gets his cinnamon roll badge back. Imagine just gentle giant energy, compared with shyness and flirting fail…getting occupied by a kitten, overenergetic pup or cheeky goat.

That’s them. That is why it’s working and things are getting done and these two get what they want and not just tribbling around the bushes 😉

Plus Keith becomes totally more self-confident in this regard, too, and once he gets used to it - which naturally happens given her personality - the two of them turn into a romantic, billing-and-cooing, and utterly maddening whirlwind for everyone around them😉😘

(and always to the very much annoyance of his older - very very older 😋😝😜 - brother Roy, who is less than enthusiastic about Saulus’ openness - none of them)

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

Both

Just as they might both try to play it cool, the bad guy, or the sulky one for five seconds, only to immediately burst into a "I'M SORRY, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!" 

They're both harmony-seeking tieflings, causing trouble by accident and thinking it's fun, never with bad intentions. Fun ends where real hurt begins. 

Especially with their special other staying tough, angry, strict and hard doesn't work well, at least not in this respect. 

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

Oh, very much Saulus.

She cares for very less except love, cuddles and taking things as they are.

Love is messy, just as they are. Imperfection makes complete and there is no moment for her, she wouldn't want a kiss from him.

I can rather imagine Keith getting worked up about it and be a little naggy and winy even 😆🤣 For not being used to the situation.

But what to say, the man smells like wet dog most of the time for wearing his leather armour 24/7 and bathing with his hyena, sooo...

A rather laugh about a morning kiss from Saulus because imaging her, crushing a bottle of peppermint liquor night before or to counteract the hangover already a shot in the morning, they probably taste more like fresh mouthwash 😆🤣😆

Astarion: "Yes, alcoholism is funny 😁💁‍♂️"

Gale: "😐 Uh-uh"

Thank you so much for your amazing enabler ask @onlytavs 😍😘 from the hcs

You are the scar in my veins Because I love (you) when it rains Soothing teardrops on my bruises The ones you used to kiss Like I stopped every of your bleedings, because living with an open wounded heart is not so gentle

Tender invasion of your skin With my mouth on every of your story lines Love drowned in the fields of March arriving Gentleness still leaves a mark, like rose stains on a white dress Spattering my innocence with blood and thorns

April came with promises, summer with tidal wives But it was not the perfume of flowers, but the decay of grief dragging along with autumn winds My blooming heart not made to survive the harsh storms When you’re not here, it’s like waiting for a lonely death

Now I only feel your december cold Your december cold My spring petals withering, autumn’s wind waning and its heart dying Who ever thought a summer love could be such a cold death? Now spring is rotting between the flowers in my bones and cherry blossoms in the sky, While my cemetery blooms You made me fall in love Now do me one last favor. To fall out of it, out of you.

Loving you is worse than death My heart aches when you are gone Summer rain in winter’s heart Pouring down like tears down my face No autumn sun will save me

Hurt arrived quietly wearing a flower crown Dragging my corpse with the reaching spring at its side Where does my heart begin and yours end? Our garden was a labyrinth of thorns and brambles Maybe spring is not the root of bloom but of heartbreak Because now your scent haunts me with every flower

What was once a warm summer rain, Now a shipwrecking roar - I am drowning in your flood of regrets, Until your autumn waves will wash me away, crash against the shallow of my ribs and bury me forever under the ice of the eternal oblivion that only winter brings Will you kiss again? And laugh like the leaves in the trees whispering a name that may be simply too much Too little Too late, too early, The wrong time, or no time existing for us to hold the flame with bare hands

Your lullaby still plays in my head I wish you cry too, For all the things you made me feel My innocence gone Or victim to yours and its taste

Shedding tears in silence, for the first time ever known A fool weeping for your love, but who can spare cries mourning a broken heart? Let time come. Rose petals wash away all the hurt I would deny, lie Let time come. To let the winter grow in my heart and ice flowers cover my eyes. The mask of chilling white porcelain I need to wear Even I know I can’t live without you, this garden will wither with you and me too Frozen lake of what once was, the lifeless mirror sealing where we created joy The memory of the ghost of us My face will slowly turn back to the shade for this world Where no one cares, no one hurts, no one asks anymore

My eyes the holy deceased orbs that holds my heart cold as december snow Will I survive now? Only a memory of a kiss in spring Because for winter, my summer child, your heart is meant to be, this shard of ice

Give me a little time and I am almost there, forgetting you were ever there You ever loved me and I loved you My spring and your summer, our autumn dissolving in endless december snow Cold as ice is how kisses in February end

Waiting for that day, I will wait in the twilight of summer Let me become your autumn rain - I will weep for your sorrows, and smile in your joy Celebrating your happiness, and share your sadness as it once was, living in this reminiscence of our love Let it be our last requiem I will love you endlessly, crying for your love until my tears turn slowly to ice Letting the cold freeze my teardrops and hurt finally into stone

Who ever thought a summer love could be such cold death?

Saulus.