#enkiur

     The Marauder was cautious, respectful even, towards the guards of the Warlord’s formidable fortress. He knew they could kill him if they wanted to, understood that he was a guest here and nothing more. It was a privilege being allowed on such prestigious grounds, at least, that’s how the atmosphere felt to him. The Kell of House Enki, as he knew them, was held in a high regard by both allies and enemies alike.

     Breathing in deep, Elik continued his march up to the throne room with a hard case filled with valuable scrap, a couple of Golden Age relics, and a peace offering of the highest quality ether his shattered House’s servitors could provide. It would have been less if he hadn’t of enjoyed his first encounter as much as he had, as unexpected it had became.

kisses pls – accepting (this boi always needs kisses)

spiderman kiss? spiderman kiss.

Exactly how he’d ended up hanging from this branch with his legs hooked around the branch, hanging upside down trying to hide his smirk at the borderline disappointed look from the towering Exo. Laurens throws a wink at the Exo with a lopsided smile spreading over his face, pale eyes are bright for the first time in months. 

“Pretty decent for a nomad huh?” Laurens’ voice is light as what could practically be a smile spreads across the Exo’s features from where they were watching Laurens’... Acrobatic display.

“If you didn’t fall down every second attempt, maybe.” The familiar rumble to Prometheus’ voice sends a jolt through Laurens’ chest as he hangs there watching the Exo stand and make their way over to his position.

“Hey, don’t point it out!.”

reaction memes hell yah - not accepting

It was raining. Though not yet enough to bother the Hunter as he trudges through ankle deep mud with his cloak wrapped around his shoulders. He signed himself up for this - this was his issue to deal with. A roll of thunder in the distance jolts Laurens out of his pace just enough for him to stumble against a slick tree trunk - ignoring the cry that leaves his throat in the process. 

Pointed teeth against the driving wind, the Hunter despairing over the state his weaponry is going to be in once he manages to dry it all out. Though he doesn’t get long enough to worry about that as the next thing Laurens manages to walk face first into while his head is stooped against the cutting rain is definitely not a tree trunk.

Craning his neck against the wind and darkening sky surrounding them, stark white eyes widen as they meet purple and the Hunter stumbles backwards in the mud before recognising who it was staring down at him. The Arcstrider’s immediate response is to act stubborn, robotic arms crossing over his chest as he does his best to look disappointed in the revelation that Prometheus was stood before him. “Oh. It’s you. What do you want?”

As much as he doesn’t mean it in the tone he speaks in, the appearance of the towering Exo was more than welcoming to the nomad as he fights the urge to use the warlord as a shield against the wind still whistling around them and splattering rain against the Awoken’s face. “To offer you shelter for the night - if you’d take it. I imagine it would be more favourable than sleeping in the rain.”

give us a kiss – accepting

So what if he had to be perched on concrete rubble to be able to reach anywhere near the height that Prometheus held over him? Laurens sure wasn’t complaining. He’s getting the best of both worlds right now - a view over the wilds (and Prometheus) which was to die for and what he would say is a pretty solid kiss as far as he’s concerned. 

Robotic hands find a resting point at the back of the Exo’s neck, fingers splaying across plating before stark white eyes slowly open as Prometheus pulls back. Laurens would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the pressure against his lips, pointed tongue darting out to wet them as he rechecks his balance where he’s perched to be face to face with the towering Exo. It wasn’t often, as a nomadic hunter that he ended up kissing anyone - let alone an Exo warlord he’d only ever really heard stories about. 

smooch the hunter for 10 glimmer | accepting

her bright eyes blinked in their face. the stepping stool was...appreciated, even with the feeling of why are they so tall that came along. the two foot height difference seriously worked against her and she wasn’t fond it if. her stare remained locked with their optics for a few moments, a blank expression, before giving a resigned sigh. if she was going to do this, it would be of her own accord.

she took the stool from their hands, bending over to put it on the ground with more force than intended, causing a sound to echo around them both. the boost it gave would barely be enough. she could make do. a step up and she had, what, maybe a foot? frustration had to be evident on her face. her hand reached up to gently grasp their jaw and guide them down to make lips meet faceplates. 

free kisses – accepting

If Laurens had been expecting this kind of attention - from a mercenary of all things - he’d have put a little bit more effort into his appearance. First impressions were, of course, important when meeting new people - especially when those people could decide at any second they don’t want you around any more and quote-un-quote ‘make you disappear’. Whilst he wasn’t overly scared of the Exo before him, the Hunter’s heart pounds against his ribcage, sharpened Awoken teeth playing at his chapped lips as he watches Prometheus approach.

A greeting he’s aware of, though not one he’d partaken in before himself, happens to play out as it becomes apparent that they tower over the Arcstrider effortlessly. A slightly pointed tongue darts out to wet Laurens’ lips in a tentative movement - his eyes already weighing them up on sight alone.