#aradius

We skipped DnD for this

((ahhh you ship cool rare pairs. <33 i’m pretty much going to give up writing just 3 sentences i’m getting rlly good prompts (▰˘◡˘▰) ))

Aradia woke up, fluttering her eyelashes to blink the sleep from them. Frustrated grunting could be heard coming from the kitchen, and she knew without a doubt it was Equius. She slipped out of bed, the covers still warm from her nap. Aradia tiptoed down the hallway in her silken nightgown, able to spy Him in the kitchen with his fist locked tightly around the neck of a bottle. Very gently she padded beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder. His cracked shades hid his expression from her as she took the bottle into her hands, scanning the label with her gaze. “Booze?” She questioned with a bout of laughter. There was a layer of sweat on Equius’ skin, which she could tell had been preventing him from opening (and technically breaking) the bottle. “Wine actually.” He corrected her, clearing his throat. “I had originally planned for it to be served to you, Aradia. In bed. My apologies, I must have roused you from your slumber.” Equius added sheepishly and she felt her cheeks redden. “No, it was a lovely thought. Thank you.” She purred, taking a long sip of it’s rich contents and then looked expectantly at Equius. He flushed but obediently tipped his head back as she carefully poured some in his mouth.