#anothercrowbastard

"Do you really have to be such a tease?"

Finn couldn't hide the smirk that spread across his face, even if he'd tried. Ever since their camping trip to Arlathan, it had been impossible to suppress what he felt for the Antivan. So it was no surprise that he once again found himself stretched out on the couch in Esha's quarters, a hand tracing small circles over the other man's chest as their legs tangled together.

"If I stop teasing you, that's when you'll know I've been replaced by a shapeshifter," he replied, bringing his hand up from Esha's chest to gently cup his chin, tilting his face closer for a brief kiss.

@anothercrowbastard asked ; "I'll be your man, if that's what you want." (to Lyonel)

𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞. the corner of lyonel's mouth twitches upward in amusement , yet he still stares at the table before him. had begun scoring lines with the dagger in his hand , some old trinket gifted to him that he has no interest in keeping. he'll just dull the blade instead. but he drops it , with some small pout of distaste for the thing , clattering against the wood as he turns toward his new companion.

Truth be told, he'd been sleeping like shit lately. Not that anyone else in the Veilguard was much better, the lot of them being absolute work-a-holics. He and Davrin had a unique issue, being that they were Wardens and suffered from particularly awful nightmares now that there were two archdemons. Not to mention his own trauma layered on top of it all.

He would take what he could get. And right now, that was sacked out in the paddock the Lighthouse had spawned for Bandit. Laying on his back in the grass, a hand behind his head, the other idly stroking the stallion's ears as his big head used him as a pillow, Ghost not far away he was at least able to doze.

𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. fifth night that hot wings has been open again , and he hasn't gotten quite used to it yet. the eerie feeling he gets when his gaze drifts to that spot on the floor just next to the bar , where he knows it happened. last little bit of life drained away and warlow's damage was done.

maybe he can't do this. the thought drifts in as shaky hands light a cigarette. the night hums with life out here , in the middle of the field that hosts the portal. he's still not used to the louisiana heat either , and so maybe he feels dizzy from the humid air. should call it quits and go home , maybe. esha's patrolling the perimeter ----

@anothercrowbastard

Finn hadn't expected to enjoy seeing Esha kneel before him quite this much. Why did that wake something in him? Either way, it seemed the Crow was just as caught up in the moment as Finn was.

He took a long moment to trail a finger along Esha's cheek, curling it around his mustache before smoothing it back out. "I'm not teasing you," he lied, smirking. "I'm admiring a work of art."

His fingers rose, combing through Esha's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. His own interest was plainly evident in the tightness of his trousers, but he paid it no mind -- this was far too fun to rush.

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I never had an urge to touch someones mustache and then this bastard comes along with his fucking smirk, and smooth words, and now I want to reach out and run my finger along--

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