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thank u for coming to tumblr after ur extended holiday of Not Dying haurchefant
ur welcome @fxrtunas
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i never think of him, except on midnights like this.
Midnights, part of this complete breakfast:
"So, every midnight, you mean?" He scoffs, shrugging. Every midnight was like this, wasn't it? So then, he was always thinking of him and that was a little silly as it was somewhat... romantic?
"You're such an idiot. But, it's cute, so I'll indulge you." His hands cradle his own face, rocking it from side to side. "What kinds of things do you think about? Probably perverted ones, huh? You're probably thinking about something highly inappropriate right now."
✿ + a gentle kees on his cheek scar!
Send ✿ + a body part to kiss the scar!
“And then I gave a little jump, but turns out that it was a bit higher than I expected so I--” his words cut off, he feels the warmth of Allan’s lips graze directly on a particular scar... and his cheek. He wondered if it was an attempt on kissing him or actually directed towards his scar. Yet, none of that really mattered when his heart started racing like crazy. Surely, it was as loud as a drum, so loud that maybe Allan could hear it. And, as much as that scar reminded him of the past that followed him like a monstrous shadow, he could barely even think about its significance when met with such a gentle gesture.
“Oh...” He stops himself, trying to think of the words to say. He turns to Allan and, in the rush of adrenaline granted by the nervousness, the heat of the moment, he leans over to him. His aim to the other’s cheek ends up being inaccurate on purpose and cupping the Viera’s face, he touches his lips with his own for more than a second... and another... and another.
It was still an innocent peck, nonetheless... Yet, one of his hands slid to the other’s neck, caressing briefly before his bravery disappeared and he parted.
“I--I acted on impulse!”
@fxrtunas -- " i thought i heard you calling to me . " // ↪ 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹
( 🌺 ) ❝ I WAS ! being so flighty and unresponsive like you were isn’t like you - are you alright ? ❞ they weren’t a healer at all - they were moreso focused on barding and archery and while they were limited . . CONCERN WAS ABOUND.
allan vc:
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@fxrtunas -- ❛ well, what to do with him is beyond me. ❜ // ASSASSIN’S APPRENTICE.
( 🐇 ) OH GOOD. at least she does not have to listen to alphinaud’s ramblings of how immoral taking souls was -- besides, these were people who would naught be missed. the odd cruel undesirable that’d retreated to the forests to ESCAPE JUSTICE.
< YOU DO not mind ? >
@fxrtunas sent: A hand reaches for Rothalion's own as Allan leans forward to press a kiss 'pon his cheek. "You look lovely tonight."
Rothalion knits his fingers with Allan’s, a soft smile brightening his oft somber expression as warmth brushed pink gently across lavender features. His eyes gently closed as lips pressed gently to his cheek, a tiny giggle bursting from his lips and his head leaned forward to ever so gently bump his forehead to Allan’s cheek in turn.
“Oh, Allan...” he murmured, finally opening his eyes to look up at the viera. “As do you. I am still sometimes surprised someone as lovely as you approached me of all people.”
@fxrtunas said: “can you stand?” (for y'shtola!)
Her stubborn assurance that she was fine died before it left her lips. She tried to take a step and stumbled again. She had drained too much of her aether. Her legs felt weak, her head spun. And much to her displeasure, she found herself digging her finger’s into the other’s shirt as she catches him before she falls.
“Forgive me, Asterios. I fear I’ve pushed myself too hard. I will be fine.” She slowly releases her grip on his shirt. With a deep breath held in her lungs, she steps away from him. This time, her hand rests against the wall to prevent her from toppling over. She would simply have to take a moment. Gods forbid she need him to carry her.