Xedgin Shippers Please I'm Begging Someone Who Can Actually Write, I Need More Of Xenk Slowly Becoming

Xedgin shippers please I'm begging someone who can actually write, I need more of xenk slowly becoming another dad to the group and he's starting to actually relax around them and Edgin can't Not fall for this guy when he has to watch him be so good with his family, like he is endlessly patience with Simon and his magic and he helps Holga with all the heavy lifting and can talk to her about weapon care and he is always ready to help Doric with emerald enclave business even if he already had another quest going on and that he knows how she feels having people distrust her for something she can't change and he is so Amazing with kira it's kinda ridiculous really, when ever they run into each other he always has something for her whether it's some kinda bobble he saw that reminded him of her or it's some travel sized hair products or one time it was a returning danger and he spent all day teaching her how to throw it and she's always the first one he checks on to heal even if she wasn't anywhere near them during a fight and she looks at him like he hung the moon

So maybe Edgin is really falling for this guy but honestly can you blame him???

“Each Starday I pay visit to the ill at the temple hospital,” Xenk said. “The clerics of Eldath allow me to provide succor where I can.” 

Edgin squinted. “Okay. But what do you do for fun?” 

“Fun?” Xenk echoed. It seemed that he had never conceived of this word before, relating to himself. After a worrisomely long pause, he confessed. “I have been known to read for pleasure.” 

“That’s … something I guess,” Edgin sighed. “Let me guess - courtly poetry? Epics of ancient battles?” 

“This, I recently finished.” Xenk reached into his pack and retrieved a well-thumbed book bound in cheap parchment. Emblazoned over a painting of a half-elf bard, shirt torn to his navel, being bent over by a knight in full armor - The Paladin’s Wicked Oath. 

Edgin raised his eyebrows. “Well … I didn’t expect that.” 

“Despite the title, Ser Gervassius’s intentions are not wicked at all,” Xenk said reassuringly. “Though perilous forces throw them together, Robinet and  Gervassius share a deep and earnest bond. The author - Goodwife Isobelle - does not correctly represent a paladin’s oath, but she has such understanding of men’s souls.” With a lingering sigh, Xenk placed the book in Edgin’s palm and clasped both hands around it. “It is nothing short of stirring. I implore you to read it.” 

“Really, it’s okay,” Edgin mumbled. “I don’t need …” 

“What’re you two still doing out here?” Holga walked up. “Oh hey. It’s Edgin’s book.” 

“It is my book,” Xenk answered, confused as Edgin looked at Holga with a frantic expression, shaking his head.

“Edgin’s book,” Holga emphasized. “The one he wrote. Under that stupid penname.” She took the book from Edgin’s slack hand. “Goodwife Isobelle,” she snorted. “Edgin’s never been a good wife a day in his life.” 

“Well!” Edgin clapped his hands, determinedly not looking at Xenk as his ears burned. “Holga is right. What are we still doing out here? Time to get a move on … !” 

Bant and Obi-Wan being stepsiblings in modern AUs is an underexplored dynamic

reblog if your short term memory AND your long term memory are both shit and wildly selective

i love characters with an innate ability to just fucking survive

bestie you should be dead but you arent fucking how

Obsessed with the idea that a modern Dracula reimagining could have Count Dracula tossing Jonathan’s smart phone out the window, declaring it to be a “foul bauble of man’s vanity” and the bit would still work. XD