The Woodland Realm was a kingdom of Silvan Elves in the Forest of the Wilderland beginning in the Second Age. The Elves of the Woodland Realm, unlike many Elves, were known to be less wise and more dangerous, but were nevertheless one of the most powerful and legendary of the Elves of Middle-earth.
@canthydefromthelichtsent me kuromahi + new year’s festival so here’s a little thing we kinda wrote together :3
At a New Year’s festival, Mahiru clings to Kuro while Kuro’s eating cotton candy so they won’t get separated.
Despite not being Mahiru’s usual behavior, Kuro finds in himself that he doesn’t dislike it as much as he should. Maybe ‘cause it’s Mahiru and not someone else.
Yet, he sighs and mutters his well known 'can’t deal’ as they make their way into the crowd.
Meanwhile, Mahiru can feel his heart racing and his cheeks turning a bright shade of red, whilst he avoids any possible eye contact with his partner.
“Want some?” Kuro says, his words startling Mahiru “Cotton candy, I mean"
"N-No, I’m good. Thanks” being aware of how close they are, Mahiru can’t look Kuro in the eye
“Are you planning to avoid me for the rest of the night?” the vampire’s voice has a little bit of disappointment on his tune as he say so “Should I remind you this was your idea to begin with?"
"I just came here because you said there was something you wanted to show me” Mahiru’s hold gets tighter on his arm, as the words sink in “What was it? The thing you wanted to show me”
“..works” he mumbles, Kuro tilting his head in response “I want you to see the fireworks with me!"
That’s the first time Mahiru lock eyes with Kuro that night..
As always, I’m very sorry about the delay (2015 must be the year I deliver birthday presents very late) but I hope you will still enjoy this married MakoHaru comic through their live because I know you appreciate domestic/married MH as much as I do (*ﾉωﾉ)
I’d have loved to draw the whole poem but, too long, not for me ;_;
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair was touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.