THE WHOLE WORDS OF AFFIRMATION PARAGRAPH LEFT ME BREATHLESS IT'S STUNNING EVERY SINGLE WORD EVERY LINE AND PHRASE - Blog Posts

Congrats on the 400! Can you do quest Love languages thing with Jamil for both giving and receiving? (Bonus points if he speaks Arabic to his SO at some point.)

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[  ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ event rules+info and event masterlist ,,, pov you're watching my account become a jamil stan account. i love you my sweet jamil lovers <33 i kinda got in my feels with this one , nothing angsty , just emotions besties. also yes , jamil yatakelim al arabia <3

GIVING ,,, receiving acts of service from jamil 

ACTS OF SERVICE WITH JAMIL VIPER—From the beginning of your relationship, Jamil wanted you to know that he was completely devout to you and every single one of your needs. He was practically on his knees, begging for you to ask for his services, and if you didn’t, he’d give them to you anyways. Had you asked him to put rays of sunlight in a jar for safe keeping, he’d swear to do it, wrapping the jar in a silk ribbon once he finished. Usually, his acts of service showed themselves in a quiet way. Whenever he got you studying for too long, he’d tell you to take a break, bringing you a drink and snacks as he did so. Sometimes it was in the way he’d help you study, completely patient with you, and never once poking fun or berating your learning abilities. There were even days he’d help you tidy around your living space, and then make lunch for the both of you afterwards. He almost never said anything about doing those things for you, and would just complete the task.

. Confusion would be an understatement of what you were feeling at the moment. You stared at the textbooks before you, tears welling up in your eyes because while everything made sense, your mind was exhausted. You had already studied so much to try and catch up to the students of Night Raven College, but it was hard. You had to dismantle all the trained history and science that you learned to make room for the histories and sciences of this world you didn’t belong to. While you used to enjoy learning about your favorite topics, having to relearn everything made you just want to sleep.

“ Ruhi ( my soul ), I brought some peaches, mangos and dates,” called Jamil as he walked into his room, where you were studying. In his hand was a tray with sliced peaches and mangos, while on the side was a smaller bowl of a few dates. “ Back home, Ummi would say, ‘Al-fakiha wal tamr akl al-taelum.’ Fruits and dates are the foods of learning.”

Your back was facing him, so he couldn’t see the glassy sheen over your eyes, or the trembling of your bottom lip. “ Ah, thank you Jamil, but I can’t eat right now. I need to focus,” you said, wiping at your eyes before he could catch you crying. His brows furrowed upon noticing your full water bottle, “ You’ve been studying for well over two hours, and the water is still full? Did you want more ice?” You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. “ I forgot to drink water.” From behind you, he placed the plate of fruits on the desk, just beside the full water bottle, and you could feel his back chest against you. Gently, he tilted your head upwards so that he could see your face. He didn’t mention the tears in your eyes and just said, “ Let’s take a break. I’ll teach you how to play mancala.” All you could do was weakly nod to his words and wipe at your eyes.   . RECEIVING ,,, giving jamil words of affirmation

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION FROM YOU—Praise that falls from your lips is to be as cherished as a stray angel’s feather falling from the heavens. Jamil remembers everything you say to him, how you say it, what your intentions were—all of it. And he treasures all of it, even the criticisms and the words that fall between you both during a heated argument. If his heart was a treasure chest, your words were the gold and gems that were hidden in it, protected by the strongest of locks. However, he does like it more when you praise him. He can be rather prideful when it comes to his skills and he loves to impress you with them, to gain that look of wonder in return. Sometimes it goes straight to his head, but the times where you praise his cracks and scars, are the times it goes straight to his heart, swaddling it in a warm blanket.

. He looked up at you, smirking, “ What else do you like about me?” he asked, pulling you closer to him, while you straddled his hips. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and his eyes refused to break contact with your own so that he could enjoy every flicker of emotion that passed through them.

It was nighttime, the moon was out, the stars glittered, and you both were stuck in time. How many times did this happen, you wondered. How many times would the moon be there to witness your love? It was as though it was watching just in case a day came where it needed to attest to the love you had for each other. A soft breeze passed the both of you, brushing itself through Jamil’s long hair. You pushed a strand behind his ear, “ I love your heart.” you said.

His eyes widened. He had expected a compliment like the other ones you had shared to him. Something like ‘I like your knowledge,’ or ‘I like when you speak Arabic,’ even ‘I like your pretty hair,’ but instead you hit him in the most broken part of him. It was tormenting how you could see the cracks in his heart, and tried to use your words to wrap them up and sew them shut. His pride would forever die once words were spilled from your lips.

“ I love your heart, all of it. The parts that are painted in black ink, the parts that are torn and the parts that shine brighter than gold under the desert sun.” You cupped his cheeks in your hand, using your thumb to rub under his eyes where stray tears fell.

He died in your hands, his pleas and implorings held tightly in your spear as you pushed it deeper into his chest. Except you didn’t cut his heart, your spear mended it, even when he didn’t ask it to. You didn’t just like his heart, you loved it. You loved it with its flaws, with the parts that were destroyed by years and years of reality’s lies. ‘ You will never find one to love you,’ reality had told him once, so coldly and unkindly.

What would reality think now?

All he could do was hold you even closer, hiding his face beneath your chin, in the crook of your neck where reality’s inky hands would never reach. “ Laqad kasaratni, wa lakin ena uhubiha. ( You’ve broken me and I love it. )”

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