SkekSil x Honest/Hardworking!Female!Human!Reader
I also made her super buff cause I enjoy that mental image XD
Being with SkekSil, someone who lies for a living, and you being the element of honesty, is interesting. While you both share the hardworking gene, you go about getting your goals in different ways. SkekSil would rather manipulate with cunning to get what he wanted, meanwhile you prefer to work hard and reap the benefits in a honest, clean way.
“Nothing gained the easy way is worth it.” You say with a frown and raised brow. You’d both gone toe-to-toe on this subject before.
“Mnnnn, my heart was easily gained, yes?” SkekSil smirks as he wraps his arms around you; adding nuzzles to the top of your head.
You chuffed and held him back. “Hardly! The first few weeks we knew each other, you planned out how to get rid of me.”
“Greatest mistake of life.” SkekSil closed his eyes and his smirk faded into a smile. While lying was part of the Chamberlain’s core, he preferred never to lie to you. You were strong, strong enough to handle the messes he got himself into. Plus, he knew if someone gave him gruff for a failed plan, you’d be there to defend him. Like you had with the General after that spithead smashed his hand. You sent the General head over ass into the air. On top of being hardworking and honest, you were also a being of bodybuilding; something Skeksil used to his advantage.
SkekSil likes to watch you work out and improve yourself, blushing to himself as he adores your tone form. Those arms, the legs, and that a- You toss a towel at him if you catch him gawking.
He commissions a matching red cape for you to wear, with pointed shoulders to make you already sharp shape more striking.
Activites you two like doing together are playing board games or mind games, like chess or puzzles. Gift him a rubrics cube you made by hand and he’ll genially be taken back. He’ll always carry it on him, in the depths of his many layers.
He also floods you with gifts and tributes like no one’s business; almost as much as SkekSo might. SkekSil just seems to know on hand all the things you like, sometimes even before you know. When the two of you visited Harar for a tithing many trines ago, you saw a metal headband that caught your eye; something you’d not normally wear. When you leave the Capital and head back to the castle, he presents the gift with a devious smile.
“Did . . . did you nick that?!”
“Oh, my flower, how you hurt SkekSil so!” He feigns hurt and tosses his head to side. “Am hurt, so very hurt, mnnn!” And he didn’t steal it . . . it was given.