[they've been at the tavern a couple different nights this week. inevitably, this kind of establishment is where adventuring parties end up. after you've fought direwolves and gone dungeoneering for treasure and leveled up quite a lot with various courtly intrigues and encounters with goblins, where else would you go? what else would you do, if not have a beer, make new friends.
all the better if your new friends are lovely and fair half-elves, even if they have got an uncomfortable penchant for pet dragons. most of the time, aro doesn't bring his dragon to tavern anyway, which is good.
they're five cups in, per each. the room is soft and fuzzy and the travelworn lines in aro's face have faded entirely, either from the influence of alcohol or enough nights good sleep. you get a little bit numb when you're drunk, which is exactly why willem wanted to play this game. he claimed one of aro's hands, turned it palm-up.] You have to guess what I'm writing, [he had said.] Sip for every time you get it wrong.
[he may have been drawing the letters a little messily. but also, honestly, there are just a lot of them. he's written it once. twice. y o u
paused to tease aro a moment. three times. y o u a r e. four.
five.
b e a u
six, seven. but aro's already started to finish the word in his mind, willem can tell. he ducks his head down to intercept the half-elf's gaze, flashes him a drunk, toothy smile. hello, love.]
i'll just put this here cuz realizing theres no non-fr inbox :3
all the better if your new friends are lovely and fair half-elves, even if they have got an uncomfortable penchant for pet dragons. most of the time, aro doesn't bring his dragon to tavern anyway, which is good.
they're five cups in, per each. the room is soft and fuzzy and the travelworn lines in aro's face have faded entirely, either from the influence of alcohol or enough nights good sleep. you get a little bit numb when you're drunk, which is exactly why willem wanted to play this game. he claimed one of aro's hands, turned it palm-up.] You have to guess what I'm writing, [he had said.] Sip for every time you get it wrong.
[he may have been drawing the letters a little messily. but also, honestly, there are just a lot of them. he's written it once. twice. y o u
paused to tease aro a moment. three times. y o u a r e. four.
five.
b e a u
six, seven. but aro's already started to finish the word in his mind, willem can tell. he ducks his head down to intercept the half-elf's gaze, flashes him a drunk, toothy smile. hello, love.]