Tuj and Claarillil for the kiss roulette...? 🥺♥ 🎲
RNG gave me 11 - A kiss to the neck
Tuj'da/Claarillil (who belongs to @4th-make-quail) my old Kith'rak and her old man Professor Illithid.
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Tuj was breathless. Bloodied.
Armour cracked, half-off. Some bits on the ground. Some scattered, left behind. A problem for later.
What mattered was beneath.
It had been a wild, weary battle. Tuj had been too reckless - what's new? Claarillil calling orders and spells he'd ignored, leaping in the way of things that had cut him down, split skin, shred his grey hair-
-but worst of all, got Claarillil hurt.
But that's what Tuj did. Got those he loved hurt. Dead in the end, right? Inevitability catching up with him no matter how fast he ran, how forward he looked, how hard he smashed its knees.
"You're bleeding vah'k gi," he says, some mix of worry of fear of awe.
Of hunger.
Fangs scratch lines over lips dirt wet as he dips down, stretching his mouth against the base of one of Claarillil's tentacle to neck, hand clamped deep over the brand on his shoulder.
Presses an apology. Kneads pressure that plucks to moan to know you're alive. Seeps a line of silver blood that he laps against his tongue that says yes, yes you are.
"You gonna forgive your boy, Professor?" he drawls against Claarillil's neck through the fang formed kiss, through the shaky voice saturated in the fear of losing love once more. "Not above begging, as you know."
Squeezes his eyes shut, ears quivering as he refuses to cry. Githyanki don't cry, not even those in love.
