🎲 + hello ferdiad says he would like a kiss please and thank you!
that accursed fiend of a rival always seemed to know how to get under his skin in record time. those consisted prods and pokes, the easy-going, content smiles he wore as he tossed taunt after taunt at the warrior, that annoying joy he thought to see in his expression the more worked up he got — it was infuriating just how compelling it was.
perhaps in another life, his life, that smug face of his would have long seen him challenging ferdiad to a fight, likely by attempting to land the first hit, but their existence as servants was a great deal more complicated than that. he had lost, mourned, missed and yearned, and it had wrapped that annoyance of his into a strange cocoon of gentler things. he no longer felt that great, bold rush, still intended to seize each day as fully as he could but did not rush past those who rested within his heart as he once did anymore.
even in his agitation, he felt a deep, gnawing affection that was difficult to treat with the delicate care it likely needed, and so the child of light plainly resorted to something simpler ; a physical outlet.
his nose scrunched up and brows furrowed, cú barely glared at his rival for more than a mere moment before his shoulders slowly rose, and he promptly reached forward. fingers grasped at his collar with one hand, while the other made for the back of his neck, aiming to drag ferdiad closer in one swift yank, one that happened to be met with a push forward right away so as to eradiate any space between them as quickly as possible. for all the ways they had always danced around one another, he allowed for no time to be wasted when it came to shutting him up then and there. his lips wrapped around his companion's without hesitation, bruising in the way they chased more and more contact, with a faint promise of sharpness made by passing flashes of teeth.
more than just venting his frustrations and halting any additions to them, however, that kiss was also indulgent. no amount of irritation could smother how he had grieved and even though he held no regrets regarding that bright, brief life of his, there were things he wished to treat differently in its aftermath. he could, for one, afford to be closer, to offer him more of his time, of his affection, even if voicing these things still seemed a distant thought. ferdiad was surely aware of that, anyhow, so there was no reason to overthink or to hold back.
the kiss grew harsher the longer it dragged on ; along the way, his teeth had scraped against the warrior's lips, nipped and drew blood ever so faintly, soothed by flashed of his tongue without a reprieve in sight. just how long exactly he kept himself pressed against him for entirely eluded cú, but just before his shallow breath eventually urged him to withdraw, his movements softened considerably. all at once, the roughness eased and became slow and gentle, a finale worthy of the space in his heart ferdiad occupied, even if he only showed it for a mere heartbeat's worth of time.
@caemthe. kiss roulette ( 20. a rough kiss ).