ships:
rayllum
word count:
5250
original publication date:
january 29, 2019
summary: Several small snippets of life after the war.
Based off of a "Rayllum headcanons" post I made on tumblr
notes:
So I originally meant for this to be a small drabble, but got carried away. A few parts are a bit rushed (sry!) but I tried to go through a possibility of what their life would be like after returning Zym and forging a peace treaty to end the war.
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It started off simple. A small, slowly growing flame that often diminished to the point of almost non-existence.
But it was there, and when Rayla first realized what was happening she pushed the feelings as deep into her subconscious as possible.
They had a mission, they had to return the dragon prince to his mother. Nothing more, nothing less.
Their time together would eventually end. She wasn't going to fall in love.
• • •
Callum didn't know exactly when he began developing feelings for Rayla. He just knew that it was a silly crush, and it would pass eventually.
After all, who wouldn't like the sarcastic, smart, funny, intelligent, cute, awkward, amazing, talented elf in that way.
When the crush wasn't fading, Callum began to grow concerned. It was as if, with every passing day, his love grew and grew.
He'd fallen down a deep hole called love, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to leave.
• • •
When they first revealed their feelings for each other, it was completely by accident.
The dragon prince had been returned to his mother, and the dragang had finally returned to Katolis, where Harrow had managed to escape Viren's curse and return to his rightful place at the throne. Peace negotiations were being made, and a formal celebration was held at Katolis' main ballroom, where several political leaders — both human and elf — had gathered for peace treaty negotiations.
There had been several people around their age as well, and they even managed to get a message out to Ellis, who joined Ezran in exploring secret passageways and stealing jelly tarts throughout the night.
The problem was the elves and humans around Callum and Rayla's age. The elves were the children of high-ranking Xadia elves, and the humans the children of nobles.
Callum had left Rayla for a split-second to grab the two of them drinks (moonberry juice, of course) when a random human girl approached him, laughing flirtatiously at something he said. The dress she wore was much more extravagant than Rayla's (there was no way anyone was getting her into one of those frilly ball gowns, and it had taken Claudia hours to convince Rayla to wear the corset-less sea foam colored one she had on), and Rayla's heart seemed to burn at the sight of Callum's awkward laughter and silent glance he sent her way.
It was a plea for help, one she'd seen several times on their short journey together.
And so, Rayla approached them, taking one glass of moonberry juice from Callum's hand, and then replacing the empty space with her own hand.
The girl seemed to falter at the sight of the elf, who simply smiled in return. The humans could hate her all they wanted, but that didn't mean she had to give them valid reasons to hate her.
