Indulgent OC interaction, so sue me
The faint rose-dusted blush that graced onto Prili’s cheeks was obvious to everyone but the tall orcish woman who had unwittingly brought it about.
“It seems to hurt whenever I try to flex it…” she mumbled, flexing her bicep and wincing softly at the subsequent shocks of pain.
Prili gave a little nervous cough and walked over to her patient to look at the arm. Her petite gnomish fingers, nervous but fairy soft, traced over the defined bicep presented.
“A-ah, Miss Saurfang, Or Agga, Or uh– well it seems to be a pulled muscle,” Prili managed to squeak out.
This was the third day this week that Agrob Saurfang walked into her humble office in the Labor District of Waterdeep, each day she presented with some small ailment whether it be headache, muscle pain, what have you. And Miss Saurfang’s visits hadn’t gone unnoticed. Each time she came in, sheepishly asking to see “Lady Prili”, the younger half-elf nurse that Prili hired, Lænia, would be privy to a very entertaining show of “Lady Prili” coming out personally to blush furiously, stutter some diagnosis, and inviting her into the back room for a prayer to Mishikal and treatment. Lænia’s grin deepened as Prili continued.
“So if you’ll follow me back here, uh, um, Miss Saurfang, I have a prayer, and I can-well..” Prili gave up on talking and simply held the door open to her office.
Agga walked right into the office and, once the door shut behind them, she spun around and pulled Prili up into her arms. Prili squeaked in mild shock, but instinctively let herself cling to Agga’s neck.
“I thought I said you could call me Agga…” she mumbled softly, pressing her cheek into Prili’s sweet-smelling vestments.
“S-sorry..hey wait!” Prili said suddenly, “I thought you said your arm hurt?”
Agga glanced away to avoid Prili’s look, “It does.. I wanted to hold you more…”
Agga’s face burned, but in turn, so did Prili’s. They hugged briefly if only to hide their blushes from one another, but ultimately, Prili pulled away and asked to be put down.
“Well let me take a look..” Prili said, motioning Agga to sit down on a little chair.
Obediently, Agga submitted to another examination, letting Prili touch her arm, and feeling the muscle while distending and flexing the bicep. Her light touch felt like the lightest gossamer silk woken together into the most beautiful tapestry of majestic golds and blues. Normally, Agrob wasn’t a very vain woman. She didn’t own a mirror in her little room at the boardhouse, and she only really paid attention to the growing number of ancestral tattoos growing on her arms and chest. When the Lady Prili touched her, however, she wanted so badly for Lady Prili to be impressed. How she secretly hoped Prili felt her muscles and thought they were nice. Agga wanted Prili to think that she was nice. She was pleased when Prili lingered on the curve of muscle, or traced old scars with her little delicate fingers.
After a thorough investigation, Prili began her prayer. Sung in celestial, Prili’s prayer floated on the air and completely captivated Agga. It was always so overwhelming to hear her super high angelic voice. She was beautiful and full of life, and Agga couldn’t help but gaze in admiration.
When she finished her song, Prili let the notes offer a healing word to Agga. Trying the range of motion again, Prili looked up into Agga’s eyes and asked, “Was that helpful?”
“..Yes, thank you so much, my lady.” Agga said in her gravely intonation.
Prili, seemingly feeling a little emboldened, looked up with a little smile. “I thought I told you to call me Prili?”
Agga, struck by the reversal of her own words, placed her forehead against Prili’s and smiled softly, and then softly planting a small kiss on Prili’s pale forehead. Prili responded with a chaste kiss to the nose, and a quite promise, whispered into her lovers ear. Agga lightly pressed her lips to Prili’s and then, at Prili’s meek request, deepened it.