#taoln

So I finally made my comic this is the first page of many. It's called the adventures of LadyNoir.

This is post reveal and post Hawkmoths defeat. Let's just say Marinette enjoys Plaggs company as they get up to mischief together. 💚

daddy Taoln

The large Ren'dorei glided around the kitchen, daring to be as loud as he wanted within the empty house. Somehow he'd managed to convince the loves of his life to leave and spend the day together despite their refusals unless he came with. For that he was still a wee bit shocked but grateful, even more was his shock to hear himself ask...no beg, Taoln for his help in the kitchen. The pair had limited time to pull off the planned surprise and nerves threatened to slow the progress. Pots and pans steamed, aroma's wafting from them and spilling into the living space as the pair worked harmoniously throughout the small kitchen, the last time Dizarak had allowed anyone in the kitchen while he worked his culinary magic had been with the fiery red-headed monk. 

The tips of his ears flushed as his mind wandered down memory lane, swallowing thickly as he set back to work. His ear flicked at something Taoln had said and he caught himself auto answering and pointing at something, what the smaller male had asked he had no real knowledge but thank goodness his body knew what was going on.

He slipped over to the island in the middle of the kitchen, the thick wooden cutting board aiding in a soothing sound of chopping as the bone knife sliced through vegetables with ease. 

Mismatched eyes glazed over as once more his mind trailed to the various events the year had already held for them, gaze shifting to the brilliant purple guitar perched in the corner of the living room just in view. The corner of his mouth upturning as he thought of how sneaky the pair had been in obtaining it and somehow making his hatred of his birthday harbor love instead.

"You alright there, Diz?" The silver haired male asked grinning up at the void giant, grinning as if he'd caught a child staring. 

"Hmm?" He grunted peering at the Mariner, "What? Yeah. Sorry."

Taoln offered up the plate of Spring Paw stakes ready for seasoning, "You sure? That air looks good and chopped." he pointed a finger at the empty cutting board, the wicked grin returning to his face.

Dizarak glanced down at the aforementioned board, his cheeks and ears deepening in hue at his embarrassment. He dropped the knife to the side of the board and held out his hands for the plate full of meat which Taoln placed in his hands with a soft chuckle before zipping off to the next task on the list handed to him upon his arrival. Dusting his hands off on his apron before diving in, the occasional glance over his shoulder to check on the bundle of nerves that was Diz.

With ease The large male set back into an even and careful pace, hand rubbing his secret blend of spices into the raw meat. ~~~

The Final candlestick was set in place, unlit until the proper time. Taoln clapped his hands together, beaming at their completed goal shining before them. His hands moved to tug the apron off his frame and fold it neatly, he held it out to Dizarak who was once more lost in a staring contest the the now set table.

"Dizarak?" he tried, reaching out to gently touch the larger males arm, his head tilted to the side. Mismatched eyes gazed back at the mariner, clear anxiety on his face. Quickly Taoln set the Apron on the back of one of the chairs before taking both of Diz's dusky hands in his own.

"You've no reason to worry, Diz. They are going to love this," he gestured to the set table and the slightly more dressy outfit adorning his tall lithe frame, "You three....the love here is just so strong, I know they will love this, you have to believe me."

Dizarak gave a small slow nod, he was right, he had no reason to fear. For once there were people who loved him for who he was, no expectations, no reason for him to doubt. A long deep breath followed by a sigh and a firmer nod in agreement.

"Thank you, Taoln. I couldn't have pulled this off without you." He tugged the man into a tight hug. "It's no trouble at all," he playfully squeezed the taller male before pulling away and snagging the apron again, "I should get going, they should be here any minute right?" Another nod. A moment later he was gone.

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Before long the voices of his mates could be heard outside the door, Diz stood next to the table, his guitar slung over his shoulder and held in place. The handle moved, door swinging open and he broke into song, deft fingers strumming the guitar.

I'm desperate for changing Starving for truth I'm Closer to where I Started Chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you Letting go of all I've held onto I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking Completely incomplete I'll take your invitation You take all of me...

(Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4_woZ-LUvM ) Mentions: @hinahinagray (Taoln) , @ashraenv @azadzior

The smaller of the sketchbooks he frequently used rested in his lap. Beside him a loosely closed box of macaroons, one of which he held pinched between two of his fingers as he tapped the end of his pencil against the empty page with his other hand.

The day has been fairly uneventful, breakfast with Fhaliona, debriefing, a strategic planning meeting, lunch, sparring and now relaxing.

What better way than to sketch? Or so he'd thought. No matter what he tried no art seemed to flow forth. Perhaps it was from being out in the open. He let his head flop back as he chewed a mouthful of the sweets Taoln had sent him with. Too much effort in moving himself to him the safe confines of his tent.

Dropping the pencil onto the open book, he leaned to the left and tugged free a cigarette, a match and the little photo frame. Once the vice was lit he tossed the spent match into the campfire, his hands returning to pry open the little frame, laying it out across the pages to peer at again.

"What have you got there?" The tone and accent in her voice causing Dizarak's head to swivel and peer at her with wide eyes, he relaxed slightly when his orbs met the Lightforged and not his Little Lapis.

"What was that look for?" She questioned lowering herself onto the log next to him "you look as though you are disappointed it is me."

Flicking him a knowing look full of tease.

A twist of the wrist and he pointed the remaining bite of the macaroon in his hand at her, "that's not nice, you do that on purpose don't you?"

Fhaliona laughed aloud, "Perhaps I am testing your worthiness by judging your reactions." She said with a shrug.

"Macroon?"

A sweet treat was held up to her in offering, she plucked it from his fingers and took a sniff before nibbling on it, her nose scrunching as she placed it atop her knee to remain.

"This is not what I was asking about and you know it," her fingers pointed toward the photo frame on his lap as she leaned over to peer down at him.

Mismatched eyes glanced back at the image, taking a drag of his cigarette before speaking, smoke rolling from his lips, "s'a Valentine's gift from my boys. You've seen Ashraen," he pointed to the firey red head's picture, his ear tips deepening in tone and a smile breaking across his face "this is Azryl, he's a medic. Kept me alive after the last time you saw me."

He spoke almost sheepishly, the weight of their last fight together lingering on his words.

"There is no image of Illei. Why? Do you not love her just as much?" She poked fun "I will gladly take her if you are not so attacthed."

A lofted brow above his void eye was all he gave before leaning to tug the cloth sleeve up over his shoulder to reveal the crystalline tattoo that represented his icy love.

Gold flecked lavender eyes widened in shock, "quite serious then, to have marked yourself for her is quite the show of devotion."

Crossing her ankles in front of her she leaned back to tug her own laced cigarette from her stash. She leaned forward touching the tip of her vice to Dizarak's to light it before leaning back to enjoy it.

"I guess I cannot let you die then, wouldn't want to upset her. Of course if I do then I can have her to myself."

"Real nice there Fha... what do you want me to do break up with her so you can have a go?" He snorted.

"No because then I would have to kill you and then where would I get these?" She held up her cigarette with a broad grin.

"Oh I see....that's all I'm good for then huh?" He snapped the photo frame shut and tucked it back in his pocket.

"You are good for many things, your height is a great for reaching tall places. You are mildly funny. I guess you make some people happy."

"I get it, I get it." He scowled in mock pain.

They laughed in unison. Relaxed until mission begins.