#alyas

Lmaoo ignore how long this took my hand is falling off atm

Anyway here's the prompt

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Alya giggled, bring the piece of bread she'd torn from its loaf to her lips. Atlas was telling some elaborate story, one that Alya could tell from the first word was partly exaggerated for the sake of comedy.

Her eyes were trained on Atlas, the way he moved and spoke. He had this way about him she was constantly mesmerized by; a manner driven purely by his own passions. He reminded her of herself, frankly, but his excitability tugged at her heart.

Alya was not a patient woman. She was the type to get affectionate on the first date, and go exclusive on the second. However, she'd tried to take it slow with him. She didn't want to scare him off, really, with her enthusiasm.

Atlas had noticed her studying his face, for what was probably the hundredth time, and his smile faded to vague self-consciousness.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Alya nodded, lifting her hand to press the tip of her index finger to his nose. "Yep. Me."

Atlas laughed, taking her hand in his own and lacing their fingers together. His hands were warm, Alya noticed lazily, passing her thumb across his skin. The pair sat in rare silence, time seemingly stopped. At least it felt that way in Alya's eyes as she mentally fought herself.

It was when his grip loosened slightly, a result of him reaching for some bread, that Alya found her courage and kissed him. Gently, a mere tap of the lips. As if her mouth could bruise his. When she pulled away she didn't know what she expected, but she was pleased to see the darkened cheeks and wide eyes. He didn't look horrified, not in the slightest, grinning at her with the same unabashed passion he took the whole world. He gripped her hand tighter, pulling her closer to him at the tiny table.

"Do it again," he pleaded, a whisper in the noisy room. And she obliged, freeing her hand and wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him again, more sure of herself.

"Again." And another kiss, this one warmer, less chaste, as if they were trying to melt into another.

"Again."

"Atlas!"

"Come on! I was starting to think you'd never kiss me, you waited so long. You've got catching up to do. Just one more kiss...please."

And she did. And again. And again. She lost track of how many times he asked, euphoric from the small touches.

Alyas

-Real name: Alyas

-A.k.a.: Alyas the Noble

-Publisher: Vertigo

-Type: Fairy

-Afilliations: Fairies, Homeland Fables