uuuguh my mouth hurts like hell so i wrote some stupid Rochen<3Baldur romance why because idk why bluuuuuh
She was exactly the kind of puzzle he liked; a sweet contradiction, all of her peculiarities plain to see. He never had to stop and think about how she felt, or what she might be hiding, or what she was thinking… he could simply enjoy her, as strange and conflicting as she could be. It was probably too simple a reason, but Baldur liked simple things.
Rochen was the simplest, in all the perfect ways. She was incapable of lying in any kind of coherent manner, her quickened words and dull tone giving her away to any troll with half a brain. Her emotions were an open book, splashed across her body for any to read with no probing needed. And best of all, her affection was so… open. She might think she was hiding it, but every little glance that burned with warmth, every flushed smile, every soft breath made it so, so clear what she thought about him.
It was the smaller contradictions that he enjoyed. The way she could smash mountains with her head, and yet had used her skill for art instead of war. It was the way pursued red romance so passionately, yet never thought someone might reciprocate. It was how she reached so tall and yet stood as if she was so, so small. She was all, all wrong, holding herself back at every turn and generally doing a terrible job of being a troll.
And Baldur loved it.
He loved being able to make her blush by holding her hand, and she always, always did. And she went a little weak in the knees if he wrapped her arms around her waist, and so he couldn’t resist. He kissed the forehead that could shatter his bones if she ever wanted, and caressed horns sharp enough to impale a man, because her pleasure was so obvious, because she would never turn her body against him.
There was nothing complicated about her, and so there was nothing complicated about THEM. He loved her, and she him. And there was nothing more.