One of you is big - or bigger than normal. The other is small - or just normal. You love each other just the same, no matter what an odd pair you make.
This isn't a smut meme. It's about fluffy shipping nonsense: height difference in kissing, hugging, etc. It can also deal with awkwardness, like people judging your relationship or giving you funny looks, you both being unsure about your feelings, and the like.
Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they're tall or small!
[ Moments of respite are few and far between for those who seek to lead Fódlan to a new age. Even with the conclusion of the war, there is still work to be done rooting out those who slither in the dark, the villains responsible for the atrocities at Duscur and Remire. And even when they are gone, there is still the matter of governing the land.
Years ago, it would have been laughable to think that he would be spending these quiet moments with Edelgard. To say the two had disagreements would be putting it lightly. But they have both changed, and so has their relationship. Now, he can think of no better way to spend these precious moments than simply being with her like this, enjoying the warm sunset casting a red glow across the buildings of Enbarr from her balcony. ]
If only this moment could last forever.
[ Despite their considerable difference in height, he knows better than to regard her as frail or weak, and he would know better than that even if she had not bested him in a single blow in that duel so long ago. So holding her from behind in a warm embrace, like he's protecting her, feels like an indulgence. ]
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Eleazar commented, circling Horde Prime in a nonchalant manner, studying him closely, hands clasped behind his back, and humming a cheerful little tune between each time he talked. He came to stand in front of him, and leaned up, tiptoed, to give himself some extra height.
Didn't do much to change the fact that he was positively short in comparison.
"I don't think I'm that short, and yet next to you, I feel as though I'm positively pint-sized."
He lowered himself back down with another little hum, seeming amused.
"Is towering over just about everyone else entertaining? Empowering? Encumbering, perhaps? You know, if you hit your head on the top of a door-frame."
[[ dude's 5'5, and fandom ships him with people that are shorter than him AND people taller, so Choose Your Flavor. important info in his journal, tho, so check that out before replying please! ]]
[He's 5'8" and a bit underweight according to lore. So he could be smol. Even if he is the tall one, it's probably easy for someone to throw him around]
benedict sorellin-lancaster | the aeronaut's windlass
[ The instant Ferdinand had met Olivia, he was taken by her demeanor and grace. Despite her shyness, or perhaps in part because of it, he had found himself drawn in, eager to get to know her better. And during that time, he's come to understand that, despite their differences in circumstances, they share quite a bit in common as well. One of those shared traits happens to be a fondness for dance.
He is not lacking for grace, but he finds himself truly humbled by her skill every time they share a dance. And yet, she is by far the more modest of the two, speaking humbly about her own abilities. He believes wholeheartedly that she should share the gift of her dance with the world, but until she feels ready to do so, he is happy to enjoy that gift by himself.
That's why, when there is a lavish ball thrown with a live orchestra to provide music, he steals away with her to the balcony, lit only by the dim glow of the moon low on the horizon and the ambient flicker of the candles in the room behind them. The music, though distant, is still clear here, where nobody else will see them.
How opportune that the orchestra begins to play a slow, lyrical tune. He gazes down at her affectionately, one hand resting gently on the back of her waist as the other holds her own hand to his side, their fingers interlaced together. He is a fair deal taller than her, and broader as well. And yet, he cannot help but still be overwhelmed by her presence. ]
I cannot tell which is true: that the moon is so naturally radiant, or that it simply shines brighter when you are with me.
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