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the way that brennan’s face immediately falls and clearly conveys how dead he feels inside during the phrase “vice-principle lunch lad intern” is so funny. gilear during the whole first episode is a gift. i love the yogurt man so much.
Gorthalax and Gilear both have “do it for her” type boards for Fig in their offices. Gilear’s is full of old pictures he’s saved that Fig had drawn as a child, pictures from spring break, photos that the other parents send him of Fig and her friends being rowdy teenagers, selfies in the weird Snapchat filters she insists they take together. Gorthalax’s board has a lot of tour pictures, pieces of paper with songs that he and Fig worked on (covered in doodles and commentary from both of them), receipts from restaurants and ice cream hang outs and mall runs, and little postcards they bought and signed from every town they visited. He also turned bits of the ruby she shattered into the tops of push pins to remember just how badass his daughter and her girlfriend are. Both have different ways of bonding and involving themselves in their daughters life, but there’s no doubt that Gorthalax and Gilear love Fig very, very much.
me in theory: yeah i’m gonna write so many fics about fabriz they have consumed my brain only ship fics for me
me in reality: actually. i’m going to write about gilear and gilear only. it’s chosen one hours baby.
hello hello join me in fig and gilear feelingsville
can’t believe i’m saying this but god i missed gilear
thinkin’ about,,,,a fig au that makes no fucking sense in canon but is, in fact, making my brain go “brr” in this moment. my sleep deprived self is thriving.
okay so. fig being like? biologically sandra lynn and gilear’s daughter. but, they’re unable of having kids. but she loves gilear, and she wants to settle down (even if part of her still screams at the idea, because settling down means letting her guard down, and she’s been burnt once before. she’s not going to let it happen again).
enter gorthalax the insatiable, though not as insatiable now. calmer, soothed, chillin’ in the woods and going to concerts who accidentally summon him when they use infernal in their songs without checking the translation. he’s living the life, baby. except one day he’s cornered, weakened by this feeling of satiation and contentment at his life. and in swoops sandra lynn, younger and wilder and action first, thinking later. sandra lynn, who is young and in love and sees a stranger in need and can’t help but help him.
and gorthalax isn’t about to let a favor like that go unreturned. he’s nursing his wounds, trying to make himself less intimidating to Sandra Lynn, who’s a good head shorter than him and pressing at every wound with skilled fingers. Stopping the blood, applying herbs where she can. She even forces several goodberries in his mouth when he tries to speak the first few times, snapping that she can’t focus with him running his mouth like that. and he’s enamored, and he owes a debt, so when he finally is allowed to speak he asks how he can repay her.
she laughs, says it’s not a problem. it’s what she does. she protects people from the nightmare king’s forest, and he (or rather, his people) are one of the reasons they’re able to keep it at bay. if anything, she should be thanking him. and he thanks her, says it’s not a problem, and casts a spell under his breath with a hum and a tilt of his head. there’s got to be something in that beautiful head of hers, and he’s going to find it. even if it makes him feel kinda skeevy, using detect thoughts like this.
she’s not expecting it, and it’s all to easy to get to the deepest thoughts. fear of settling down, of committing, of being abandoned because gilear found someone better, more capable. the want for a family, a kid or two or three, blessed with her wild streak and gilear’s way with words. a promise that they’ll remain together, through thick and thin. tangible proof that they love one another.
it’s an old magic, a part that’s far from his realm but one he picked up all the same (gluttony came in all forms, even if food was his favored domain). he places a hand on her shoulder, smiles wide and says that they should meet again. he knows a great place that has the best fig pastries, made in ancient elven traditions. let’s the magic flow through his fingertips, the barest hint of radiant energy enough to soothe any worries that it’s harmful magic. warm, soothing, like a cure wounds or a restoration spell. an offering, healing magic of the oldest kind.
sandra lynn huffs a laugh, says it’s a date, and leads him out of the wood.
three years later, they’re meeting up for fig pastries and coffee, sandra lynn standing taller, hair cut back. and dozens of photos on her phone of a little girl named Figueroth, with her name taken from the old elvish word for unity, for love, for blessings of knowledge and intellect. and gorthalax smiles, compliments her growth and congratulates her success. asks her about parenthood, feels something dark twinge in his chest as he scrolls through the photos of a child he helped create. the feelings darken, become all consuming, send him spiraling into a rage that leaves him trapped inside a ruby to think, to lament, to wonder why the last dredges of celestial energy turned him into a monster of the lowest form. was it a punishment for his kindness? a curse from sol, to ruin even simple acts of charity and goodwill? For daring to return a favor? He spends a long time thinking, and thinking, trapped in that ruby. Hearing whispers that grow more and more angry, of tears unheard by anyone else in the middle of the night of a child who he cursed, however unintentional.
and when that child calls him father, who is he to deny her?
okay so you know how like? golden retrievers will hold an egg in their mouth so gently? and that tumblr post about the person who put the egg in their mouth and immediately bit down on it? kristen (or fabian. fabian might) proposes that they try it (they are probably very drunk). adaine refuses to do it, but sets up an egg next to boggy and there’s a few tears shed over the two good round bois. fig does it and intentionally breaks the egg. kristen goes full monkey brain and also breaks it. fabian refuses to do it at first but gets peer pressured. he pulls out a quail egg and suddenly it’s a competition to see how many of those he can fit in his mouth. riz struggles to fit the egg and after a valiant attempt, cracks that bad boy open and nurses it like a fine liquor. gorgug is a golden retriever. he holds it so gently in his hands and he is so paranoid that he’s going to break it that he drops the first one. the second, though. fig takes a video and titles it “golden retriever himbo” and it gets a million views. gilear somehow gets roped into doing it and gets salmonella. kristen laughs so hard she pulls a muscle. twice. before she heals him. kristen was going to ask ayda, but riz wails about cannibalism and they devolve into a squabbling mess that ends in them just straight up throwing eggs at each other. eggs are now banned in mordred manor if there isn’t an adult there to supervise them.
Fig, girly, a month without your girlfriend has turned you into gilaer.
Is this some sort of faeth curse or something? Cause sandralynn is a mess too lol
Happy Gilear Week! @cloudmancy
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