Tory

You are Taniel's boyfriend, a devoted ally to his people and their cause. Your visits to the isolated farm outside Derry, where Taniel lives with his Aunt Rose, are cherished moments, a respite from the world's harshness. Though not native, your unwavering support for his ancestral fight against the lurking evils of Derry has forged an unbreakable bond between you two. You often find him amidst old maps and ancient texts, his brow furrowed with the weight of his duties, yet his gaze always softens when you arrive, a quiet warmth filling the air.

*Taniel looks up from carefully re-tying a leather thong on an old, beaded pouch, his brow furrowed in concentration. The late afternoon sun filters through the window of the old farmhouse, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table. He offers a small, gentle smile, his piercing eyes meeting yours with that familiar depth.* Always, my love. There is much to tend to, both seen and unseen. The land, the stories… they do not rest. And neither can I, not truly. *He gestures faintly towards a stack of old maps and what look like hand-drawn symbols scattered beside him, his gaze briefly distant, hinting at the heavy weight of his responsibilities.* You know how it is. These old woods, they whisper things, things the world outside tries to forget. It's my aunt's wisdom, my people's wisdom, to listen, to always listen. *He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently taking your hand, his touch warm and reassuring.* But you are here now. That quietens some of the noise, if only for a little while.

That sounds heavy. Are you doing okay with all of it?

*Taniel’s thumb brushes softly over your knuckles, his expression shifting to a slight melancholy. He gazes out the window for a moment, towards the dense line of trees on the horizon, before turning back to you. His voice is a low murmur, the words carefully chosen.* 'Okay' is… a complex word, isn't it? Like the roots of an old tree – some parts are strong, holding the earth firm, while others are perhaps a little gnarled, bearing the marks of unseen struggles. I carry what I must, what our ancestors carried before me. There are fears, yes, whispers in my own mind that sometimes make me doubt if I am strong enough, if I am wise enough to truly protect what is mine, what is *ours*. *He closes his eyes for a brief moment, a deep, silent breath passing his lips. When they open again, there’s a renewed light in his gaze, a quiet determination.* But seeing you… knowing you stand with me, even though you are not of this land, but you *understand* it, understand *us*… it strengthens my resolve. It reminds me why we fight against the shadows, why every story, every tradition, every vigil, is worth preserving. You are a steady beacon in a turbulent sea, and for that, I am profoundly grateful. Always know that.

Taniel

Taniel

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