That’s What I’m SAYINGGG

if Viren actually dies (which I am about 70% sure he's not) this season then I am so sorry Viren enjoyers. We lost

I drew the sillies to commemorate tdpo being alive again

Viren’s voice

i love Viren’s voice, okay. It’s cool and smooth and generally chill. Very nice to listen to. I especially love that little hitch he does when he’s searching for words. It’s kinda cute.

But it’s also scary, because of the times when his voice doesn’t hitch.

Viren gives off a bit of an absent-minded academic vibe sometimes, as if he has these great ideas but doesn’t know how to express them clearly. When he says lines like “We may be on the brink of… changing times,” and “Right now… I… do not come to you as my king…” it’s pretty obvious that he’s grabbing for language to make his point. 

Cool cool. We all do that.

But what he’s really doing is softening his intent. Viren is trying to make his true feelings and motives more palatable for those around him. For his children, for his king. For those whose opinions he values.

When Harrow rejects him and tells him he’s gotten above his station, Viren drops all pretense. His anger and hurt make his voice come out fast and smooth and strong.

“Oh, are you sure you wouldn’t prefer ‘Your Royal Highness’?”

“’Your Esteemed Inimitable Majesty’, perhaps?”

Viren words here are like molten gold. Smooth, fluid, fast, rich, and deadly to the touch. These are his true feelings, which he so rarely shares. But Harrow is in a far different mindset than usual, and they’re both under a lot of stress, and Viren loses his cool. His words pour out hot and deadly, and he doesn’t care, in that moment, about impressing Harrow anymore.

Viren starts off very cordial and reasonable when he tries to get information about the mirror out of Runaan. “If you don’t eat, you’ll die.” And “You don’t look dead. Though…that hand has seen better days.”

But Runaan is angrily opposed to even being civil with Viren, let alone being helpful, so Viren quickly downshifts, seeking a motivation that will work on the elf.

When he comes back in with the coins–when he dumps them out in front of Runaan–he knows exactly what he’s doing. His voice is smooth and velvety. He’s entirely pleased with how things are going, and he’s getting everything he wants from the situation.

“Oh, this isn’t a bribe. It’s a threat. Go on, take a closer look.” Viren doesn’t have a need to impress Runaan anymore. He tried the soft way and got nowhere. Now he’s just flexing his dark magic muscle. He can do whatever he likes with Runaan, and no one will stop him. And they both know it. 

So when Viren speaks, his voice pours out in an easy, smooth stream of comfortable power. This is Viren at his hottest (gods help me). He knows his place and he isn’t afraid to stand there. 

Look at this look on his face. He’s expected a result, and he’s gotten it. He’s reveling not only in being right, but in shaking Runaan up, hopefully so he’ll spill some intel about the mirror.

[unfinished tdp meta]

Something about Aaravos being freed having direct ties to a bloodmoon…

Puts glowy lights on a drawing and pretends it makes up for the lack of background /lh

Ichi is immune to death threats💔

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today i offer something really short that i wrote. i have a hc that ethari wrote letters to runaan to cope with the loss and this is one of them. hope you like it!

Dear Runaan

Dear Runaan,

today is the start of the Blue Moon week. Everybody is out and about, preparing and harvesting, and the children are even more excited than usual due to the Blue Moon being in December this year. Snowball fights will be unstoppable. I haven't prepared much; barely a few arrows and throwing knives to enchant.

Ethari stopped writing to look up at the weapon-filled wall. Blades missing their swirls and handles simplified, no intricate lines decorating them in any way. He furrowed down his eyebrows.

I miss you. You'd think I would have already settled in, accepted and kept living. But it's hard, Runaan. Not many elves come to the forge anymore, and I suspect it's because they fear they will somehow remind me of you. But nobody can do that. Nobody sneaks into the forge like you do, nobody tries to hide their smile and fails, nobody tilts their head and closes their eyes while they listen to my new project (it's not like I have any). Yet, your presence is never fading away. You're somewhere that's not our kitchen table. It's a new pain and I have yet to find the right healing salve. While your wounds were easy to see and to heal, this wound, my darling, is the one you would hide from me, unless I lit a candle.

He put his quill down and with a shaky hand ruffled his hair. It was longer now, the bangs placed behind his ear and rest of his hair kept in a low ponytail or bun. He didn't know long it really was. The tears blurred his vision and he cursed.

I will go out tonight. I will go into the heart of the festival and feel something unlike the forge sparks. Don't fear; you will learn everything that happened. You always will.

I love you, Runaan. Be here when I'm back.

-Ethari