#Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

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💬 + lor'themar has the best ass and its dubbed "quel'thalass"

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it. ll @foxfictioncentral

“I can confirm this.” Halduron nods. “It’s the best ass this side of the Eastern Kingdoms. Glorious, voluptuous.. I dare say it’s the better Booty Bay.”

Lor’themar sighs. “Wow, it’s not like I haven’t heard this countless times before.” He says, unphazed. “I really wish Halduron would stop spreading these rumors about me…”

“Can they really be called rumors if they’re true though?” Rommath asks.

“What?”“What?”

#this is why he wears that robe thing #to muffle the sheer amount of ASS he has under it #for everyones sake #foxfictioncentral #What I do I do for Quelthalas. ll Triumvirate. #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

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@explosivesorrow :^) I took some liberties with it but here ya go, enjoy.

Warning for: Alcohol, crude humor, and guys bein’ dudes. Under the cut for length.

"Why must you insist we wear these ridiculous things?" Rommath grumbled, sending a scorching glare to Halduron.

The ranger sat nearby across one of the sofas, lounged comfortably against a mound of plush pillows. He had traded in his usual attire, the blue and silver ranger's uniform he often donned while conducting his business within the Spire, for a rather loose and soft looking onesie. Russet and a light tan fur pattern coupled with the tufted ears sewn to the hood, it was much the style of a lynx. And just like a lynx, Halduron grinned to the Grand Magister.

"Of course. Have you never properly leisured before? This is how its done." The other replied.

"This is far from my idea of leisurely!" Rommath retorted, motioning down to his own style of dress that was much the same fashion. He glared at Brightwing from underneath the cowl of a hood. His own was apparently supposed to be a black Hawkstrider, feathers and all. Even more disgruntling to Rommath, a circle of shot glasses had been lined up in front of himself, Halduron, and Lor'themar. Three each, all filled to the brim with swirling, likely burning, liquor. The strongest they could find in all of Quel’thalas, from what the two had explained prior. To make things interesting.

Lor'themar seemed just as unbothered by their current predicament as Halduron was. With his soft snow white bunny onesie, floppy ears hanging low against the back of his head, the Regent Lord looked…. Well, far from Regently, for starters. Begrudgingly, he would also say Lor'themar looked far more relaxed than he did during the day. So he supposed, even at the cost of dignity, this wasn’t too bad...

"What say you, Theron?" Rommath asked.

Lor'themar shrugged. "If you do not enjoy it, nobody will stop you from leaving. However, your robes have been gently and caringly folded and teleported back to your own quarters so if you care to walk halfway through the city in a hawkstrider suit, be my guest."

His words had stunned Rommath. How dare-! The Grand Magister seethed angrily now that his previous thoughts were fruitless. He may be some ounce of glad they can take a moment to relax but at the expense of being stuck with them for a night or risk shame going onto the streets in this chicken suit was humiliating to say the least.

"Oh, relax, you big baby. It's not so bad. There’s worse things we could be doing, like setting fire to your libraries again-” “AGAIN?” “That’s not important, don’t worry about it.” “I’m already worrying about it.” “It’s old news, it’s fine, nothing got damaged…. That you’re aware of.” Rommath let out an irritated huff as he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a slur of curses under his breath not-so-subtly in Halduron’s direction. “Congradulations, I’ve already received a headache and we haven’t even started this stupid game.”

“Rom, it’s alright. He’s joking.” Lor’themar shot a pointed look at Halduron, who only looked away innocently.

Placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair until two of the legs were off the ground, Halduron whistled nonchalantly as he rocked back and forth slowly. “Accident. That’s what it was. Yep.”

“Mhm.” Rommath raised an unbelieving brow to him.

“Hal.” Lor’themar scolded. “Start the game before this escalates and you burn down my home.”

Halduron put his hands up in surrender, though the smirk he wore never wavered. “Whatever you say, boss.” He replied, motioning towards the glasses in front of each of the men. “Never have I ever.. Combusted out of sheer spite.”

Rommath glares once more, a look that could have set the Ranger-General aflame if he’d focused harder on the magic around him. With as much dignity as he could muster, Rommath took his first glass tentatively, raising it to his face. With an inspecting sniff, a wrinkle of his nose at the harsh bitter scent, Rommath frowned. Halduron and Lor’themar were staring at him expectedly, urging him on. With a grunt, Rommath tilted his head back and threw back the shot. Reeling and almost gagging at the foul taste of liquor, it took his entire strength to swallow the burning dark liquid, scowling harsh as it went down.

He was the only one to take a shot this round, as expected.

Already, he could feel the loud pounding of a headache against his temples as the liquor worked through his system. His head had begun to swim and Rommath had to grip at the armrest of his chair to not fall over on the spot. Damn Halduron and damn Lor’themar for dragging him into this, knowing full well he’s got no tolerance for alcohol-!

“Fine.” Rommath growled. “Never have I ever had sex in the woods.”

Lor’themar sputters and Halduron throws his head back in a loud laugh. Both men drink. If they wanted to play petty and dirty, so could Rommath.

“Never have I ever had sex.” Halduron threw back, another laugh escaping him.

“That doesn’t count, that’s copying my answer. Be more creative. Also I do believe it’s Lor’themar’s turn so,” Rommath less than gracefully shoots Halduron a middle finger.

“He’s correct...On both fronts.” Lor’themar said. “No copying answers.”

Hal tsk’d in complaint, sticking his tongue at the both of them.

“Now then… Never have I ever… Fell out of a tree.” The Regent Lord smirks.

“That’s not fair!” Halduron exclaimed, taking the second shot. “We all can’t be as grace-footed as you! All the training in the world couldn’t give me the balance you do!”

Lor’themar only smiled smugly, proudly puffing his chest with his two glasses still remaining. His bunny eared hood bounced slighly as he chuckled at the muttering insults being tossed his way from his second in command. More surprisingly to both rangers, Rommath would also take a shot.

“You actually get out of your office?” Hal blinked, utterly bewildered.

“I was a child once, you know-” “Yeah, back in the War of the Ancients, maybe.” Hal interrupted.

A snap of arcane through the air had wrapped around the hunters mouth, keeping him from speaking further. With a muffled noise, and a vain attempt at clawing at the arcane thing silencing him, Halduron gave Rommath a pitiful look of desperation. With a less than thrilled look at Hal, Rommath glowered. “I fell on several occasions, broke something on a few, but that’s a story for another time since prince charming here thinks he’s funny.” He spoke.

With a snap of his fingers, the arcane was released and Halduron could once more speak.

“Rude.” He frowned.

The mage made a motion to snap his fingers again, to put the thing back around Halduron’s mouth to silence him for the rest of the game, but Lor’themar took his hand before he could do such a thing, lowering it as he shook his head. “Lets keep this as civil as possible.”

Both men shot a glare towards each other but, for the Regent Lord’s sake, decided to settle their dispute another time. “Fine.” They both said in unison.

“Finally, my turn.” Hal continued the game, sending a sly wink to Lor’themar. “Never have I ever been shot down by a certain matriarch of the blood knights.” Lor’themar balked at that, hunching over as if he had been punched in the gut and almost spilling the glasses in front of him. “That’s completely unfair! I wasn’t shot down, she just wasn’t interested!”

“You were shot down.”

“I cannot believe- out of all the idiotic- Yo-you would have the AUDACITY to even-” Lor’themar stammered very flustered as he reached for his second glass. He drowned his words with the liquor, pulling the rabbit’s hood down over his face more to hide the growing redness of his face.

“That’s most unfortunate. Now then… Never Have I ever… Not owned an animal.” Rommath said.

“That’s..The best you’ve got?” Hal eyed the magister.

“Unfortunately.”

Nobody drank.

“I’ve had a lynx my entire adult life.” Halduron shrugged.

“I own a...Mini zoo at this point. I just do not speak of them since I like to keep my private matters just that.” Lor’themar gave an apologetic look to Rommath.

Rom only shrugged. “That’s fair.”

“And finally… Because I have a suspicious feeling you two like to call me out and attack me…” Lor’themar started, a mischievous grin playing on his face as he motioned towards each of their final glasses. Rommath and Halduron shared a slightly worried look with each other at whatever Lor’themar was plotting.

“Never have I ever had a near death experience.”

…… …….. Everybody drank their final shot.

“That was CHEAP! Dirty, filthy, and CHEAP, Lor’themar.. I thought better of you.” Hal folded his arms across his chest.

Lor’themar’s grin only widened. “We started dirty so I finished dirty. We’ve come full circle, boys.”

#this was a stupid idea #but it was fun to write #so enjoy #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

[quelbound]

“It has come to my attention that it is Brewfest as of today. Which means I can now finally get drunk at any point of the day and Halduron nor Rommath can judge me for it for I am merely indulging in the festivities. Therefore, its the best holiday.”

#Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

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Repost from my last account per request of @councilborn. Pre-nuke goodness. I don’t remember the context past being an intro of sorts to a belore!hal au.

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The various temples found throughout Quel’thalas dedicated to the Eternal Sun had always been a place to go to clear his mind. Pillars of marble and gold once held the buildings high and sturdy, as proud and mighty as the day they’d first been built. There had been a few of these shrines to Belore within the city itself and with the attack by the Scourge so many months ago a good many of them were left in ruins yet Lor’themar still found himself seeking one in particular out. The once most infamous one, placed directly in the center of the city itself, the one he felt most connected to.

Once white columns now lay shattered across the ground; statues dedicated to the god all but beheaded or toppled completely. The destruction was painful to witness and he found himself musing over why he’d never went through with the restoration of it. The grandeur it once held had long since been shattered with it’s stained glass windows and inviting, warm presence. Overgrown grass and weeds were trampled as he made his way through the decaying temple; setting his gaze forward.

It would be here he would find his long time friend. Perhaps a friend longer than he’d realized. Halduron- His life long partner in crime- had given him a bit of knowledge, to say the least, not long ago that Lor’themar had had trouble processing the validity of his claims ever since Halduron had admitted them aloud back a few months ago; when he’d saved his life back in the Ghostlands. The thought of that dark time had caused Lor’themar to mindlessly touch the patch he now wore covering his blind, scarred eye. The pain of it had long since stopped yet the touch still caused him to flinch as if he’d gone through it all again.

The knowledge he was speaking of, out of everything, was that Halduron was the embodiment, the mortal form, of Belore itself. And he himself, Lor’themar Theron, Regent Lord of Quel’thalas, had once been, in his previous life, the Bringer of Dawns. Former devoted lover of Belore. It was a wild concept, one he’d first laughed at, but through the months following, Lor’themar had pondered his claims and maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so wild after all.

Even in this life, the two had shared an intimate relationship. He’d do anything for Halduron and the Ranger-General had proven he’d do much the same in return. It would also explain some of the more...mundane things he’d noticed throughout his lifetime spent with Halduron. He still had his doubts. How was this possible? Was it even possible..? Lor’themar had quite a few questions but he would hear his friend out.

As Lor’themar suspected, Halduron was within the temple. The center of the building had housed a spa of sorts; meant for sacred rituals and worship by those only deemed worthy enough to engulf themselves in the holy waters of the Sunwell itself. While not being as potent or powerful as the well, it was still seen as a symbol of devotion to the god. Coupled with the fact it was purposefully built atop one of the ley lines that could be traced back to the well itself only made it’s significance to the elves even greater.

And it was here Halduron was resting chest deep, one leg cocked out lazily from the steamy bath, and head lolled backwards as it rested against the stone surface surrounding the person sized pool. Golden rivers of sunlight colored hair- A fitting connection, Lor’themar mused- hung loosely over the rangers bare chest and shoulders. He didn’t look up to the presence of Lor’themar, only hummed softly to acknowledge the Regent Lord.

“Finally come seeking answers, then? Curiosity’s got the better of you again, dalah’surfal.” He spoke. His tone was gentle and filled with honied affection and it never ceased to make Lor’themar weak in the knees at how genuine his terms of endearment were said for him.

“I am.” Lor’themar replied. However, now that he was finally here, the weight of the possibility of Halduron being the real, flesh and blood, Belore, his tongue seemed to find it’s way tied. Halduron, of course, seemed to notice this as he let out a hearty chuckle. Lifting his head to look at the other, he gave Lor’themar a soft, teasing grin.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve found yourself shy now? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” He teased.

“Th-that’s not why-” Lor’themar sputtered before shooting Halduron a pouty look and sighed. “I just.. Wanted to talk.”

“‘Bout what? New title and duties got you stressed and need a vent? Well, my lord, I give you my heart, body, and soul should you need it.”

“Tempting. But not at this time.”

“Ah. Then perhaps the Grand Magister’s sharp tongue’s got you worried over something? I can deal with that.”

“Halduron.”

Halduron could only laugh at Lor’themar’s growing annoyance and waved him off. Readusting himself so he now sat cross legged in the pool, Hal leaned his arms across the edge, resting his head in his hands and giving Lor’themar a knowing look. “Alright then. Must be about the fact you don’t know how to deal with the fact I’m actually Belore, we used to be a thing in your previous life, and somehow we’re still connected?”

“... Y… Yes. That. How did you guess that so quickly..?”

Again, Halduron laughed. “‘Quickly’, he says! As if it wasn’t obvious!”

Suddenly, his expression turned serious as his gaze burned into Lor’themar’s, making the other shift uncomfortably under the intensity of it. “You’ve been avoiding me ever since I told you. Whatever time we spent together recently was brief and blunt. I figured you wanted your space to process it all because it’s kind of a lot to take in all at once so I didn’t press it or confront you. While I was initially fearful you’d reject me, I knew we’d been through too much together for that to happen. So it was merely a waiting game for you to work through your inner turmoil about it and wait for you to come to me. And here you are. So, clearly, I didn’t scare you away from me nearly as much as I expected to.”

Lor’themar gaped at him for a moment as he spoke. Had he really been that obvious? Ah, maybe so. He’d certainly felt some kind of way ever since Hal had told him but it had been difficult to pinpoint just what kind of way that was. At first, he felt Halduron had lost his mind. There was no inconceivable way he was the god their society prayed to and worshipped. It hadn’t been until Lor’themar had done a lot of contemplation and soul searching that he felt there was some semblance of truth to be found.

Whatever part of him was left, that was this Dawnbringer that Belore had loved and cherished so much, had stirred within him; providing him glimpses and visions of days long since passed countless milennia ago. It wasn’t much- most being fuzzy and hard to decipher, raising more questions than answers, but it was a start into believing Halduron.

“You’re right. I was afraid and I admit I still have my own fears… But..” Lor’themar chewed his bottom lip as he considered his next words.

Hal leaned forward slightly at his hesitance. “But..?”

“I want to know more. About this.” He finally replied, motioning vaguely to Halduron’s entire being. “About myself.. Or.. Who I was. About us.”

The look Halduron gave him in that moment, Lor’themar would find himself cherishing forever. The way his eyes lit up brightly as if he’d just received the most precious gift of all, grinning practically ear to ear, and seeping with love and radiance. Hefting himself out of the pool and taking the few steps it took to reach Lor’themar, Halduron had grabbed either side of the Regent Lord’s face before leaning forward to press a kiss to the others mouth.

He was warm, Lor’themar thought with a soft laugh. Of course he was. He couldn’t remember a time when Halduron wasn’t warm. If it wasn’t physically, like now, his personality certainly reflected that trait he bore. Warm like.. He smiled slightly against the others lips. Like rays of sunshine just breaking through a cloudy sky, bathing light across the sun starved ground.

“We’ve much to discuss, my love. I don’t think it would be possible to cram everything into one session but we can start small. How does that sound?” Halduron asked.

Lor’themar nodded in agreement. “Perhaps you’re right as I’m still trying to wrap my head around this as it is. Also preferably when you’re not stark naked against me.”

Hal could only snort. “Psshh. Mortals.” He replied before beginning to collect his clothing and redress. “You used to love my ass, you know.”

“Bold of you to assume I stopped.” Lor’themar said. It was amusing to think Halduron hadn’t been expecting his comment and now it was Lor’themar’s turn to laugh as he all but stumbled in his flustered surprise.

#Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #( verse. eternal sun guides us. ll belore au. )

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Does your muse prefer gentle lovemaking or rough sex?

"Gentle." Lor'themar replies. "I'm not exactly.. Small in that regard so I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt my partner. Plus, all the better to tease with, hm? However, I will not deny my partner their pleasure, should they ask for something a bit harder."

"Its true and hes a bully for it." Halduron comments. "The teasing part I mean." He blinks a few times as his train of thought derails momentarily. "Definitely knows how to make someone beg, too..."

"Can we...Not discuss this right now? My lunch was good, I would like to not lose it, please." Rommath glares at the other two.

"Fine, fine. Trust me, though, you're missing out." Hal replies.

Rommath sighed and Lor'themar placed his face in his hands with a groan.

"Speak for yourself, Lor'themar, but I prefer rough. What's sex without a few bruises and hickies?" Hal grins.

Now it was the Regent Lord's turn to sigh. "That is also true. No, Rommath, I wont go further on that so don't worry."

"Good. I'm also not surprised with how often and how severe i find those across you two's necks."

Halduron laughed while Lor'themar eyed the door, wondering if be would be able to run quick enough from this room, away from these invasive questions and answers.

"So, what of you, your High and Poutyness? Are you vanilla or kinky like the rest of us?" Hal asked Rommath.

The Grand Magister narrowed his gaze at the ranger. After a moment, replies a simple "Both." and leaves it at that.

#sinday #shuuhuu #What I do I do for Quelthalas. ll Triumvirate. #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron. #through the fire and flames. ll headcanons. ll rommath. #born to be wild. ll headcanons. ll halduron. #the beaten. the broken. and the damned. ll headcanons. ll lorthemar.

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Opinions on the Zandalari!

Hal opened his mouth to speak, only to close it a moment later. An uncomfortable shift in his posture following the question. “I..ah, well.. I wouldn’t say I outright hate them it’s just… Odd? being allied with them when just a few short years ago we were fighting them and the Amani down in Zul’Gurub. Even before then, trolls weren’t exactly friendly towards us elves. I’m… All for peace but after spending so long being these sworn enemies it’s hard to simply… be comfortable among them.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled Queen Talanji is wanting to better her people and unify her tribes and..Whatever else she does in Zuldazar. Just as much so that some Zandalari want to learn of our culture instead of being caught in the past and remain in their hateful ways. Though much the same could be said about us, too..

We’re…Slowly warming to the idea that the Zandalari unifying with the Horde will bring a new age of peace amongst us and the trolls but it’s still a bit awkward to say the least. I don’t think it’s much of a party topic to say, “Oh, I’m pretty sure I killed your relatives back in the troll wars. What a coincidence!” you know?

Needless to say, I’m fully understanding of my own rangers not quite thrilled with being partnered with them. I can say, at least, we’re trying. For peace sake, we’re trying.”

Lor’themar would nod at Halduron’s words. “I agree. For me personally, it was a bit enlightening to attend Queen Talanji’s coronation. To see how much old enemies have changed for the better certainly helps ease trust into them. Though I will admit, I’m still a bit wary. But, as he said, one doesn’t simply easily forget who was at the other ends of our swords and arrows not too long ago.

I’m confident the future will be better for us all and welcome those into our grand city who come on peaceful terms.”

#as for rom's opinion #he barely likes anybody regardless #Anonymous #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

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❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞ to lor'themar !

Game Grumps Sentence Starters. ll @ervane

Lor’themar eyed the younger elf curiously, concern clearly written over his features. He wondered, just what morals the person before him had, that would lead to wanting to kill for the sake of heavying her pockets. With an internal sigh, the Regent Lord could only give a resigned shake of his head.

“What satisfaction is there in that? Killing for the sake of coin? I would hope there would be some kind of motivation there aside from a few spare gold and the glee of gore on your weapon. Is it worth it in the end?” Lor’themar spoke to the other.

#hello!! #I hope this is okay! #its a bit short rip #but if anything needs fixing please let me know! #ervane #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

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Noot noot or bleep bloop?

This or That?

“What or what? Did an animal get loose in the spire again? HALDURON-” Lor’themar called to the ranger.

Hal gave him an innocent look, throwing up his hands in surrender. “It wasn’t me! Not this time. Did Rommath polymorph an apprentice again?”

“Not recently.” Rommath replied. “At least nothing that can be proved.”

Lor’themar sighed in exasperation as he pondered the question. “What are you trying to say, young millennial?”

#gotta get that noot fam #also congrats on successfully confusing the regent lord #Anonymous #What I do I do for Quelthalas. ll Triumvirate. #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

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Eversong Woods after a gentle rainstorm (scents: for Lor'themar and Halduron)

Describe a scent to my Muse and they’ll respond to it with their thoughts, feelings, and/or a memory. ll @raerns​

The soft pitter patter of rain had been the only thing Lor’themar heard through the otherwise quiet woods for the past few hours. All the wildlife surrounding him had the sense to hide away into their burrows and dens as the skies soaked the foliage. Taking a deep breath in, Lor’themar relished the rare rainshower that blessed Eversong Woods from time to time. He loved these days; when things were quiet and calm.

The ranger sat on a branch, high above into the tree’s canopy, keeping watch for signs of any threat that may dare to go out into the rain. It was a fruitless mission but he’d been assigned to sentry duty today and he was not one to disobey orders. There could be better things to do but at the very least he should be grateful the day would be easy to take on.

The rain had masked the sound of the other approaching. Skilled feet stepped almost soundlessly through the leaves and brush, making his way to the tree Lor’themar perched on as dutiful as ever. Perked ears scanned his surroundings. The ever serious soldier, taking his commands far too seriously on a day meant for indoors and cozy fires.

The sudden appearance of Halduron next to him caused Lor’themar to visibly jump, drawing his dagger from his belt instinctively. Thankfully, he’d recognized that stupidly wide, playful grin of Halduron before he’d done anything brash. With a sigh, his dagger was returned to it’s home at his side as he extended an offering hand to the other young ranger.

“You’re lucky I didn’t flay you alive.” Lor’themar said, giving him a scolding look as he helped Halduron onto the sturdy branch.

Hal just chuckled, waving him off, as he settled his back against the trunk, letting his legs dangle freely from either side of the branch. “You wouldn’t skin your best friend, would you?”

“Dunno, how many times in one day is he going to sneak up on me?” Lor’themar countered.

“Scare someone ONE time and they don’t live it down, I swear.. You big cry baby.” Halduron replied, kicking him softly with the ball of his boot.

Lor’themar gave him an unamused look. “It was during breakfast. You made me spill my cereal.”

“Boo-hoo. We’ve no shortage on oats, Your Highness.”

“You do it every morning.”

“What’s a good ranger if he’s not constantly aware of his surroundings? Just think of it as extra training.”

Lor’themar let out a very long, very exhausted groan. “There’s no winning with you, is there?”

Halduron only laughed. “How long have you known me now? I think you know the answer to that. Anyways, that’s not important-”

“Breakfast is ALWAYS important, Halduron. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

Hal scoffed. “Belore, Theron, you sound like that uppity mage that likes to come through every so often and scold us about being savages.”

“Do not drag me into your antics. He calls you a savage. And you are! If I didn’t know your fathers, I’d almost say you were raised in a barn.”

The other elf only shrugged, never losing his humorous expression. “Bah, he’s just mad someone’s got that stick up his ass so tight it’s likely constipating.”

“Must you be so vulgar too? You only prove my point.”

“One of us has to be the fun one, you know.”

“Mhm. If you don’t mind, I do have work I must be attending to.” Lor frowned at him.

At that, Hal scooted closer to him, coming to rest his head against Lor’themar’s shoulder as he gazed out into the sodden forests of their kingdom with him.

“It’s unfortunate you’re stuck here all day. It’s gotta be boring. And lonely.” Hal said.

“It’s quiet and peaceful.”

“Boring and lonely.” He repeated.

Lor’themar only shook his head with the softest of smiles. Leaning his head to rest atop Halduron’s, he relished in the warmth of another person next to him on this dreary shift. “Don’t you have work you should be doing too?” He asked.

“Probably.” Halduron shrugged.

Lor’themar sent an elbow into the other’s ribs, a light “oof” sounding from the rangers lips follwoed by a soft laugh. “Relax, I was on patrol today. We were supposed to go on a hunting party afterwards but with the rain, there’s not really much to catch… I doubt even the Amani are dumb enough to venture very far from their huts. So Sylvanas can’t take my hide on this day. I planned to actually attempt to snag something before I return but…My hopes aren’t particularly high…” He explained.

Lor’themar had to agree with him, even if he didn’t like the fact Halduron was technically slacking by being up here with him.. But… Maybe this once he’ll allow himself the company. It was a bit of a slow day, as they say. He still kept a watchful eye for anything out of the ordinary but for now.. This would be fine.

“So.” Hal continued, snaking his arm around Lor’themar’s upper arm and snuggling it close. “There’s no harm in assisting your lookout duties, correct? Four eyes are better than two or however that saying goes.”

With a shake of his head and a chuckle, Lor’themar placed a light kiss to the other rangers temple before scooting closer. The two would fall into a comfortable silence after that, Halduron curled to his side on the branch as Lor’themar watched from the foliage high above the ground for signs of imminent danger that would likely not rear its face on this day.

For now, he was content as he was. With his best friend and lover at his side, the sound of rain drizzling around them, and the scents of a freshly washed earth surrounding his senses. A simple day but this would be one he would cherish within his mind for awhile.

#hi yes excuse me as i indulge in some self indulgent shippy stuff #i love these two a lot okay #raerns #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

[quelbound]

"Hey, Lor'themar! If you're gonna copy my hairstyle at least take me to dinner first!"

Lor’themar only chuckled at the death knight. “If that were the case, I’d be buying dinner for half the Sin’dorei populace. It’s a popular hairstyle, after all. My coin purse is reeling merely at the thought!” He jested back. “Maybe I’ll make an exception just for you for being the first to call me out on it though. However.. I have my speculations I may be older than you so it would be you who is copying I, no? Don’t worry, I’ll overlook that little tidbit though.” He laughed again, winking subtly at the other elf.

#also lorthemar :: i keep it in a top knot because nobodys ready #for me to unleash the beast #(( take that as you will )) #lordsilverfrost #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

[quelbound]

Sinday! So, boys, is there a gender you won't sleep with or date?

The trio looked amongst themselves for a moment before shaking their heads in a unanimous agreement.

“Not really, no. If you’re hot, you’re hot, regardless of what gender or preference or lack thereof is.” Hal answered. “It differs for each of us, the specifics of it all, but overall, gender is not important for us as it is with some other cultures. As Sin’dorei, it’s pretty commonly practiced that we value pleasure and the finer things in life, things like that. 

And, well, if that does or does not include gender norms and labels then,” he raises a wine glass. “Cheers to that. More power to you. You do you and all that and don’t let anyone convince you’re anything less than spectacular.

For me,” Halduron motioned to himself. “I like everyone. If you’ve got a pretty face and a decent sense of humor, then you’re already off to a good start. Gender means little to me.”

Lor’themar nodded. “I must agree. While I.. Do have a preference towards men and other masculine presenting people, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’d turn down more feminine people either or anything in between. For me, it depends highly on personality and how well we get along. I’ve enough headaches to worry about, I’d like my partner not to contribute to them purposely.”

Romamth remained silent for a moment, attempting to gather his thoughts before he spoke. This was not a question he was prepared for either nor one he often cared to speculate on. “I’m.. Not quite sure. Those two things do not exist mutually exclusively to each other with me. Romance is not a thing I’ve ever cared to pursue so I suppose it’s safe to say I’m still, ah, exploring myself in the sense of I’m not quite confident, yet, on what I do or don’t like as far as partners go. The only thing I can really say, though…”

He frowned, crossing his arms. “My tastes evidently only include blondes. So I suppose that’s where I set my bar.”

#they're just #varying shades of bi/pan #Anonymous #What I do I do for Quelthalas. ll Triumvirate. #sinday #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

[quelbound]

Sin'dorei or SIN

This or That?

Lor’themar only blinks once, motioning to the array of various sin’dorei crests littering the room around the trio, then to his own uniform, before finally motioning to the city beyond the door. “I think my answer’s clear.”

“Bitch please, I’m the one that puts SIN in SIN’DOREI!” Halduron stated matter-of-factly.

Rommath face palms. Hard.

#Anonymous #What I do I do for Quelthalas. ll Triumvirate. #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

[quelbound]

❛ i feel like you’re the only one who truly cares . ❜

horrortale prompts. ll @explosivesorrow

“Sometimes it may seem so.” Lor’themar replied.

The Regent Lord remained in a solemn silence as he considered this. It may not be true, not to the full extent, but some days it would seem so. If nobody else would then he would shoulder the weight himself. Lor’themar had wondered just how much of his heart was left given everything that he’s endured but it was questions like this, the ones that make him think and sympathize, that make him wonder if maybe, just maybe, there’s a bit more of it left than he gives himself credit for.

“It may seem a bit difficult to see there are others who care as much as I, they are out there. Even if they’re far and few between that does not mean they do not exist. I care perhaps a bit too deeply at times, which has both pros and cons, but it does not lessen the impact it has. I care a lot about many things. Those few I consider friends. My people. Quel’thalas as a whole and each of her children that fall under the great banner of the Phoenix and Belore itself. I care about us, a nation, our heritage, our traditions. More importantly, given the current state of the world, our future and how we move forward from the shadows of the past.

Hard times always convince even the best of us that what we’re fighting for may not seem worth it. Everything is pointless, mundane. But it’s through these times we must persevere and remember our morals and where we stand as a person. The point is. I do care a lot, even if it may seem like there’s only myself that does. But that’s not necessarily true. Even if for whatever reason I was the only one, that one can make all the difference, don’t you think?”

#sorry hes rambling lmao #im not sure what context you wanted for this #so i just went with the first idea i had #i hope thats okay #if not hmu and ill fix it #explosivesorrow #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar.

[quelbound]

Amorian was tired, his long blonde hair was messy and he kept nearly passing out as he walked and almost tripped on his own feet. Noticing someone with an eyepatch he asks "Oh wow, how'd you get that?" Sleep deprivation keeping him from noticing who it really was he was talking to.

@amorianthebeastplayer

Sleep deprivation was no stranger to Lor'themar so when the man approached him, it was no surprise to him he would be concerned over the persons wellbeing to drive him to such a state. He offered a hand to steady the wobbly elf, afraid he may tip over or collapse. He hadn't quite expected the question from the other but the Regent Lord could at least take it in good humor given the persons lack of sleep.

"I..do not think youd like the gritty details of that.." Lor'themar replied, giving an uncertain glance down to the unstable hunter. "To keep it simple and short, It was an undead ambush. Are you...alright?" He added, a tinge of concern to his tone.

#whatever it takes. ll in character. ll lorthemar. #explosivesorrow

[quelbound]

✎  - all of them @ Zatna, lor & rom @ Phoenix, hal @ Pat, rom @ Jackie, and lor @ Nali

send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  . ll @foxfictioncentral  //i’m too lazy to tag all the blogs so lets pretend this rambling is actually me tagging all your blogs lmao

@once-upon-a-memoir

Let’s be real, Halduron is probably the one that STARTED the whole “Stabby Gal” thing. But for sake of not using a cop out, he dubs thee sunflower. Because much like a sunflower, she’s brimming with sunlight and warmth.Well… Maybe that’s not so accurate anymore… But he still sticks by it regardless.

Lor’themar :: “Shadowstep. Because, without fail, you always manage to sneak up on me. Sometimes I think you get into my blind spot on purpose..”

Rommath :: “Does it count to call you a pain in my ass? … No?” he seems visibly distraught, crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine. Gremlin.”

@Volcanicbabysteps

Lor :: “Fireheart. It’s self explanatory, I think. You and Rommath really are one in the same in many ways.. Take that as you will.”Rom :: “Turus Al’shar, Dalah’surfal. Take your pick, my dear.”

@fragrancecrevasse

“Starlight. Y’know, like the rose? It seems fitting considering the whole magic element of the flower. Also seems a bit your aesthetic, you creepy void elf fuck… Don’t look too much into the nickname.”

@hugs-not-anonymous 

Rommath only huffs, grabbing the base of Jasculs’s horns. “Prick.” is all he says, the slightest curve of a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth.

@lightsapped

“Tempest.. Because she seems destructive like one…”

#this was a challenge #i hope theyre alright dfkhdjlhk #also im sorry rom and hal are Like That #foxfictioncentral #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath. #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #Rapid Fire. ll in character. ll Halduron.

[quelbound]

how many potatoes is too many lorthemar? answer: void elves

Anon hour.

“If there’s a joke to be made here, I think it’s going over my head..” Lor’themar answered. “I want to know the math, step by step, how a potato equals out to a void elf. It’s because of the void, isn’t it?”

“I thought it was because one’s good fried and the others just fried out.” Rommath stated.

Lor’themar sighs. A lot.

#because #much like a potato #whos roots grow deep into the earth #so does void into its host #or..something like that #therefore velf = potato ???? #Anonymous #Whatever it takes. ll in character. ll Lorthemar. #fire and brimstone. ll in character. ll rommath.