married by war
3✨
But for this one painful moment, we see them enter our trap looking not entirely unlike us. As if they have hearts that beat. As if they have hearts that love. Just like us.
overview: a cutie little romance, with darker themes than I expected.
characters: Haldur is broody and quiet — his sense of determination and duty was admirable, yet sad at the same time.
Iva is a little angel, sweet and kind and very sacrificial, if not a bit naive.
romance: Haldur and Iva were cuteeee but for a hot minute I was SO scared it wasn’t going to end happily 😭
Yes, that’s what his voice sounds like. All burred and aching like he’s the saint of tears crying on behalf of mothers everywhere for their lost children.
…perhaps I could be Haldur again when I am with her. Her smile brings back memories of home. I can still smell her on my coat from where it brushed her long dark hair while she fixed the tear. She mends more than cloth. I see her mending my vassals as we journey. She could mend me like that. She could stitch my tears back together. They’d still not be the same, but they’d be closer to whole, closer to salvaging.
✨ forced proximity
✨ broody x sunshine
✨ royalty x guard (kinda)
✨ happily ever after
writing: felt a bit melodramatic and stilted at times but had some good lines!
If we couldn’t have the touch of another human to tell us we aren’t alone when everything goes wrong, then are we human at all?
Is it worse to know it could have been but is not, or would it have been worse never to know at all? I think I’d rather bear the wound of it forever than unbroken skin that knew not the knife.
It is precious if only for its brevity, for the feeling of something stolen and given to me, something bought with a price too steep to pay.
atmosphere: traveling on horseback on cold winter nights, hay-and-puppy-filled stables, a golden fae king, and the sense of duty.
We had bought food along the way here and had our first hot meal in weeks on the road but sitting in the kitchen – for the lady of the house did not invite us to her hall – and smelling the freshly baked bread as it came from the ovens and thick hot stew in the kettle over the fire was not like eating on the road. It is a kind of heaven all on its own.
We pause now at a small bridge, and the soldiers are quick. One lights a fire, another jams sausages onto sticks to roast them – I recognize cook’s handiwork there – while a third chops into the ice on the stream. There’s nowhere to sit, so we stand ringing the fire, warming our hands, cooking the sausages, and eating them while they are still hot and bursting with juice.
season: winter.
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content: language (bastard, used a few times. Hell is used a few times, but not as an exclamation). sexual (a few innocent touches and kisses). other (mentions of fae and curses; some semi-detailed fighting/violence).
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— Kirsten <3