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Oh I love them both so much
Eli Eli Eli!!!!
Following the same style as Ambrose earlier this week:
Once I finish Dawn’s portrait, I’ll post all of these more formally, with some little snippets that go with each of them! I expect them to go up this weekend.
My goodness Eli is gay for Ambrose
I would love to be in the shop for Drag the Customer Time
Rival Potion Shops: Drag the Customer
Time for another exploratory snippet! This is the first one with Ambrose, Eli, and Dawn all together!
Synopsis: Sometimes you just gotta complain about customers at the tavern after work.
Word Count: 487
TW/CW: alcohol
“All right.” Dawn plopped down at the bar next to Ambrose. “It’s time to play Drag the Customer.”
As Ambrose passed her a glass, Eli grinned and pounded the table with his palm.
“Drag the customer, drag the customer!”
“Who is it this time?” Ambrose gave a small smile over the rim of his mug. Dawn sighed and took a long swig of her drink before explaining.
“You know those stupid teenagers?”
“Oh, gods, yes.” Eli rolled his eyes. “Did you get them today, too?”
“Yes!” Dawn pointed at him, eyes lit up. “I swear, paladin training must have let out early or something. It’s those pricks, the ones who come in, and giggle at everything, and make rude puns-“
“And you can’t get them to leave!” Eli gestured widely with his glass. Ambrose leaned back on instinct, but it was thankfully empty. “They’re the worst! So stupid!”
Dawn shook her head.
“Not nearly as clever as they think they are-“
“Not clever at all-“
“And they never buy anything!”
“Pfft. ‘Course not.” Eli made a face and nudged Ambrose. “How about you, did you see them today?”
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Tough Characters laughing is one of my favourite things. I was smiling as hard as Ambrose that whole time. So sweet!
Rival Potion Shops: Laughter
Another one in Eli’s POV, because what can I say- Eli’s heart eyes give me joy. Maybe they’ll give you some joy, too.
Synopsis: Dawn can make Ambrose laugh. Eli wants to see it.
Word Count: 439
TW/CW: food mention
They found themselves squished into a tiny booth in the back of the tavern, thanks to a sudden influx of plains adventurers into the Scar. An unusual giant migration had led many a fighter down into the chasm, on what was meant to be a sleepy weekend.
But they had to set to work making the booth their own.
“I can make Ames laugh,” Dawn bragged, pointing a chicken bone at Eli across the narrow table. “Just because he doesn’t do it for you doesn’t mean he can’t.”
“Oh, please.” Ambrose squirmed next to her. “We really don’t need to go through this.”
Eli grinned.
“Oh, no, I think we do.”
Dawn pushed away her plate and cleared her throat. Ambrose muttered a curse under her breath.
“Are you going to tell the-“
“The sauce story?” Dawn nudged him. “Yes. Come on, you always laugh at that one!”
“No, I don’t!” Ambrose covered his own mouth, but he couldn’t hide his eyes. They were already crinkling up from a smile, the ice blue of his irises softening into a bright pool.
Eli leaned forward. Suddenly he was desperate for the sauce story.
“How does it start?” he said. Dawn matched his posture and launched into the tale- something about a lunch, an orcish waiter, and a sandwich- but the details didn’t matter, not to either of them. They both kept sneaking glances at Ambrose, who out of spite, was trying so very hard not to laugh. His mouth twisted, his cheeks went pink, his eyes looked everywhere but at Dawn.
“So I’m sitting there,” Dawn half-giggled as she spoke, “this waiter practically sitting on my lap, trying to mop up the sauce while still trying to flirt with me-“
There it went- a peal of laughter, sudden enough to make the others jump. Ambrose’s hand had fallen from his face, and nothing could hide it now. The grin that scrunched up his features, the delightful cackle that Eli had assumed didn’t exist. Eli blinked. If he didn’t already know there was a lantern on the wall behind Ambrose, he may have thought the light was coming from him instead.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Ambrose waved a hand, still laughing, “it’s just- the look on that waiter’s face- Eli, you should’ve seen it-“
Eli felt his cheeks grow warm. Ambrose had always called him Elias.
And yet here he was, calling him by his nickname and- and laughing.
“Huh,” he murmured, watching the smile continue to play across the man’s face. He had never seen anything quite like it, not in all his travels. “Yeah, sad I didn’t see it.”
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What gay idiots
Rival Potion Shops: Eli’s Confession
Post-book 1, totally not canon, just a cheesy thing. Blame @pheita for this one! :)
Synopsis: Eli gets too honest when he’s drunk.
Word Count: 674
TW/CW: alcohol, food mention
Eli leaned over the table, set his chin on his hand, and smiled over at Ambrose.
“You’re so handsome.”
Ambrose shook his head and smiled down at his drink- his first one, half-full. Eli’s third cup was empty.
“That’s the fifth time you’ve said that.”
“Still true.” Like a rag doll, Eli sat up, then flopped onto Ambrose’s shoulder. “So handsome…”
“Eli, I’m gonna have to cut you off,” Dawn muttered into her own cup, eyes crinkled in a smile.
“S’fine.” Eli wrapped an arm around Ambrose’s elbow. “I have all I need.”
Ambrose gave an exaggerated sigh and kissed Eli’s forehead.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“No, you,” Eli shifted his head to smile up at him. “I love you.”
Ambrose froze.
“Hey, Eli!” Someone waved at their table from across the bar. Eli sat up and squinted.
“Oh, hey!” He launched to his feet with a bit of a sway. “Be right back.”
As Eli wandered off, Dawn’s eyebrows lifted.
“I didn’t know you were at that stage yet,” she said. Ambrose couldn’t rip his eyes off Eli’s retreating back.
“We weren’t. We-, um…” Hands shaking, he turned to Dawn. “He’s never said that before.”
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What gay idiots
Rival Potion Shops: Eli’s Confession
Post-book 1, totally not canon, just a cheesy thing. Blame @pheita for this one! :)
Synopsis: Eli gets too honest when he’s drunk.
Word Count: 674
TW/CW: alcohol, food mention
Eli leaned over the table, set his chin on his hand, and smiled over at Ambrose.
“You’re so handsome.”
Ambrose shook his head and smiled down at his drink- his first one, half-full. Eli’s third cup was empty.
“That’s the fifth time you’ve said that.”
“Still true.” Like a rag doll, Eli sat up, then flopped onto Ambrose’s shoulder. “So handsome…”
“Eli, I’m gonna have to cut you off,” Dawn muttered into her own cup, eyes crinkled in a smile.
“S’fine.” Eli wrapped an arm around Ambrose’s elbow. “I have all I need.”
Ambrose gave an exaggerated sigh and kissed Eli’s forehead.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“No, you,” Eli shifted his head to smile up at him. “I love you.”
Ambrose froze.
“Hey, Eli!” Someone waved at their table from across the bar. Eli sat up and squinted.
“Oh, hey!” He launched to his feet with a bit of a sway. “Be right back.”
As Eli wandered off, Dawn’s eyebrows lifted.
“I didn’t know you were at that stage yet,” she said. Ambrose couldn’t rip his eyes off Eli’s retreating back.
“We weren’t. We-, um…” Hands shaking, he turned to Dawn. “He’s never said that before.”
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I concur. That is the softest thing you've drawn. Sorry Aspen, these two are just too cute together!!!
[ID: a three-panel comic. Two men (Ambrose, left, and Eli, right) are lying on a pink checkered blanket. A box of strawberries are to the left, with half-eaten strawberries scattered around. In the first panel, both men are looking at the sky and smiling. In the second panel, Ambrose closes his eyes, and Eli looks at him. In the third panel, Eli touches Ambrose’s cheek, and Ambrose tilts his head into the back of Eli’s hand. end ID]
Strawberry Picnic
Thank you, @47crayons and @writeblrfantasy for the idea! This is officially the softest thing I’ve ever drawn. Please don’t tell Aspen.
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Ames looks so done
me, thinking about a college au: and they were lab partners-
*gasp* and they were lab partners
[ID: a man with blue hair, goggles, and a lab coat stands in front of lab equipment, staring right at the camera. around him, another man belts out the lyrics to the song Uptown Girl in a montage of energetic poses. end ID]
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