#bludlily

"With whom, exactly? My nose?" G'raha asked, giving Cora and embarrassed smile.

Their first night together had not gone expressly as planned. While their time had been quite enjoyable, there had been some, erm, difficulties. Cora had laughed at him when he had kept his socks on (his feet got cold!), the dinner he had tried to cook beforehand had been mostly inedible (meaning the mess of his kitchen was for naught), and the moments after intimacy had been somewhat awkward (he had gone for suave and had come out with borderline weird).

And then, he had fallen asleep on his back, which had apparently seen him snoring like a Turali ceruleam engine.

But Cora was a ray of sunshine, golden in the early morning light. Her hair was a tangled mess falling around her pale face and her eyes were round as the moon in the sky. G'raha could not help but smile at the way her fangs poked out of her mouth when she spoke. He was completely enamored by her.

He could stand some difficulties, if it meant she stayed by his side.

how's my portrayal?

HOW’S  MY  PORTRAYAL?

SASHA 🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

❛ lady gwyneth has been searching for you, my lady. ❜ the voice of the knight is softened at the edges as they approach cora, somewhere in the more secluded corners of what scarce gardens there were in yronwood, a place that they had once shown her some time in their youth. it has always been told to them that it was improper for them to be seen with a lady of her status and one belonging to house arkwright. what was a sand to that? a name given to bastards, and to be carried by a bastard throughout their life. still, with no care for consequence, they are here once again, in search for her once again in armor of silver donned by purple and not the color of her own house. a bow of their head, the offer of a smile, one that comes easy in cora's presence.

❛ what're you doing here? ❜ their voice is softer now as they approach her. it is only when they felt the touch of her lips against their own that the tension within their pauldrons seemed to ease. they do not push her away, as they might have needed to for the sake of propriety, but instead pull her closer. their gauntlet - clad hands reach to pull at their waist, closer still, until steel brushes against her dress. kira continued to kiss her, backing her slowly against the bark of the nearest tree,

moments later, they pull back enough to be able to look down at her, they tower over her in height, but they look down at her with more reverence than any god has ever had before. ❛ cora, my darling ... my sister is looking for you. neither of us wish her to witness her stir up a storm in search for her favorite companion, and mine. ❜

@bludlily

At seven years old, G’raha Tia considered himself an adult.

He was big! He had grown a few ilms in the past year, since Mr. Galuf had brought him to Sharlayan. He was strong too! Just because G’azih was bigger and stronger, well, that didn’t mean anything! Besides, G’azih had gotten to go back home. G’raha was old enough to stay here without his brother or his mother or father or any of his sisters or his aunties, or…

G’raha hugged his legs to his chest and pressed his forehead into his knees. He wasn’t crying. Only babies cried, and he was an adult. Or, at least a big kid. He didn’t need anything like friends or family or anything, because he wasn’t here for that. He was here to learn about Allagan history. For some reason, though, that didn’t make him feel any better.

Nor did the sound of feet pounding through the grass behind him. He had no idea who would be coming near him or why. Mr. Galuf never ran like that, and Krile didn’t make that much noise. He let go of his knees and turned to look behind the tree he was sitting by, only to see a huge animal or monster of some kind coming barreling toward him, its head thrown back, with a long pink tongue lolling free from its enormous, jagged teeth.

G’raha did not notice the stick that had been tossed near the tree he had settled by, nor the little girl who had thrown it, as he instinctively jumped to his feet. His ears flattened back to his skull, and his tail tripled in size, going straight back behind him. A sound somewhere between a hiss and a growl came unbidden from his throat, and when that didn’t seem to stop the creature, he did the next best thing.