a thlaise au ; essentially a messy train of thought because i’m struggling with maths so word dump it is.
this is dedicated to everyone who has blessed me with their thlaise, you know who u are 💓 , you’re all the bestest ily.
the first domino that falls is the bash of a cheek against drunken lips in the dark of the corridor
the next morning, they write it off as an anomaly, both pretending to have forgotten the feverish way blaise had then pressed theodore against the wall, the warmth of theodore’s breath against the shell of blaise’s ear
and the soft slow slide of lips as theodore curled up and up into blaise as if he was trying to ingrain himself in blaise’s soul. he was already there but he didn’t know that.
and so the second domino teetered and toppled.
a mistake, a mistake, a mistake
the thought throbbed deep and heavy in theodore’s head when he woke up hungover with the unmistakeable indent of blaise in his sheets, on his skin
he meets blaise’s eye when he enters the kitchen and he knows that he can’t let “whatever this is” happen ifhe wants to keep blaise.
he wants to keep the blaise who runs his hand soothingly through theo’s hair when he’s ill and asleep (or at least, whilst he thinks theodore is asleep)
the blaise who returns theodore’s books to the library when he forgets
the blaise who slumps down next to him on the sofa and passes him a mug of lemon and honey tea with his slight crooked smile.
but what he doesn’t know is that keeping that blaise is not a choice he gets to make.
they can’t go back, not now that blaise knows what his lips taste like, not when blaise has realised he’s been in love with his best friend for longer than he’s been aware.
Like to [the House of Beor] were the woodland folk of Haleth, but they were of lesser stature, and less eager for lore. They used few words, and did not love great concourse of men; and many among them delighted in solitude, wandering free in the greenwoods while the wonder of the lands of the Eldar was new upon them.
- The Silmarillion
[The Folk of Haleth] did not willingly adopt new things or customs, and retained many practices that seemed strange to the Eldar and the other Atani, with whom they had few dealings except in war. Nonetheless, they were esteemed as loyal allies and redoubtable warriors, though the companies they sent to battle beyond their borders were small…One of the strange practices spoken of was that many of their warriors were women, though few of these went abroad to fight in the great battles.
Friendly reminder that authors often have to include situations and character behaviors that they do not agree with/condone to their story in order to move the plot forward and that they do not deserve hate for putting those behaviors/situations in there