hi so your post about azriel losing his memories and then eris being driven to resentment by it has haunted me daily. like a version of this story where amnesiac!azriel and eris are paired up for a mission and azriel starts seeing eris in a new light again and feeling things for him again and eris is a weak weak man to know what direction this is going in again and not put a stop to it and so things spiral and maybe in the heat of an argument or a battle azriel kisses him and it’s like a dam has broke and oh. eris tastes just as sweet as he remembered.
i see your sweet lovely beautiful outcome to this scenario and i raise you: eris being the one to initiate this kiss, so long deprived, so overwrought and plagued with what they once had together. azriel’s body knows eris even if his mind doesn’t. azriel limbers into the kiss, parts his lips eagerly, hungrily, molds his musculature to eris’s, licks into him like a flavor he once knew, a flavor he once loved. eris thinks: he remembers. there is only sensation. hands touching where they always have. a tongue that remembers all the places to make him shiver, there beneath his ear, at the curve of his neck, in the dip of his collarbone. teeth grazing and clothes tearing and body parting. sweating panting arching groaning shuddering—he remembers, he remembers, he remembers. but when azriel pulls back, pale, stricken, confused, eris knows.
he doesn’t.
re: this ask + this ask !
