The two things that always remain constant is that they’re obviously crazy about each other, and they’re very comfortable being themselves around each other. Their interactions are always changing – playful/teasing, serious, heavy with feels, argumentative, comforting, collaborative, all within a single day. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?Īctually, ‘dynamic’ is a really good word for these two. Let’s have these drinks first, yeah?” Hastily Erend swept up one of the tumblers that Lorna had slid across the bar and shoved it into Nil’s hand, then gulped at his own tumbler of Scrappersap, finishing half the drink in one gulp.Īww!! You actually want to hear more of my rambling about Niloy? How sweet! BahahahaĢ2. Shall we start a brawl?” He tilted his head quizzically to the side, a benign expression that was offset by the predatory smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “Now that would be my idea of a good time. Nil gifted Erend with a slow, chilling grin. “You stand there looking like a pompous slag, someone’s gonna think you’re looking for a fight,” Erend told him. Immediately Nil dropped his regal posture and frowned at Erend. He couldn’t look more like a royal Carja ass if he tried, Erend thought with amusement, and he punched Nil amiably in the arm. The erstwhile Carja prince’s face was a picture of haughty boredom as his pale grey eyes flicked dispassionately around the tavern. Then Erend turned towards Nil, who was leaning back against the bar with his arms folded. “Hey, Lorna! Two triples!” Erend held up two fingers to the bartender, who winked heartily at him while she simultaneously filled three other orders. Creepy or not, Aloy’s fiancé was his guest tonight, and Erend would make sure he was treated with the utmost hospitality. Most of the Oseram that Erend knew had very mixed feelings towards Nil: on the one hand, he was still perceived by many as the Shadow Carja prince, the raider who had killed some of their finest Freebooters during the Red Raids on the other hand, he was the mate of the flame-haired Nora huntress whom many Oseram viewed as being an honorary Oseram herself.Įrend held his chin high and solicitously clapped Nil on the shoulder as they reached the bar. Nil, in particular, was probably the one Carja whom the occupants of the bar would least expect to see in Erend’s company. Technically anyone was welcome in The Twisted Cog, but in practice the clientele was still primarily Oseram, and the outlanders brave enough to venture into the noisy Oseram-style establishment were few and far-between. Erend was fully aware that the presence of a Carja in their midst was the reason for the commotion. What happens if you take Aloy’s boyfriend and best friend and throw them in a bar together with some Scrappersap? XDĭedicated to who inspired this oneshot! xoxoxo!!Īs Erend and Nil moved through the crowded tavern, Erend became aware of a change in the quality of the chatter: boisterous conversations hushed abruptly before breaking into even louder talk.
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