#kaarah

@herahmaravas

Send “💘” for my muse to write yours a love letter.

Herah,

H is for Husky, your voice that sends tingles down my spine

E is for Enchanting, the way I get lost within you

R is for Romantic, never let the flame die

A is for Adventurous, take me everywhere with you

H is for Honest, thank you for letting me in

~Kaaras

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

Herah had her head leaning against his belly, so of course it was nice and soft. His fingers idly stroked through her hair as he had a book resting on his chest, reading it. A little down time between them was always nice.

“Is that a backwards way of saying I’m fat?” he asked with a raised brow and a little smirk on his lips as he lowered the book--a sign that said he wasn’t actually upset about that. If anything, Kaaras was the one who insulted his weight more than anyone else he knew. 

He was aware he was plush in some areas. If he could stop snacking, then he’d probably drop down a little, but snacking became a guilty pleasure and a way to deal with the stresses of being Inquisitor. No one was going to argue with that, really. Especially since beneath the layer of fat, Kaaras was actually very well toned and thick with muscle. It wasn’t like he was unhealthy. He just took a liking to food. 

Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours.

It was an atrocious accent, of course. Nonetheless, Kaaras put on his best feminine, husky voice. “Caro, come here and lay on the bed. I want to hear you moan my name as we make passionate, Antivan love on the furs of your bed.”

more sentence starters !!

Kaaras was sure he’d drifted off momentarily a good three or four times now. That was alright, it had been a long day, but Herah was still up and reading, so he’d decided to cuddle up next to her while she read in the dimly lit lantern light in their tent.

His head was against her shoulder, and her fingers ran idly through the blonde strip of hair, which made his muscles all relax and his skin dance. It was nice, warm and cosy, and honestly, he was surprised he hadn’t downright fallen asleep on her yet. Usually, he was asleep a minute or two after he laid himself down. Eve in uncomfortable positions, the Inquisitor still managed to fall asleep quickly. 

He took a deep breath when he heard her whispered words, her fingers still brushing through his mohawk, and he shifted just a little, a small mumble coming from the back of his throat--which was apparently inaudible. 

SHARING A BED SENTENCE STARTERS

Having stood from the bed, Kaaras looked over his shoulder and stiffened just a little. “I... need to... pee...” he replied. Of course, he could use the bathroom in his chambers, but the bed was near the door, and Herah was in the room and Maker no so many complications (apparently). So Kaaras had grabbed a shirt and slipped it over his shoulders, ready to head on down the stairs to go somewhere more private. 

He thought she’d been dead asleep. Either his stirring had woken her up, or maybe just the movement of him having gotten up himself. 

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When the comb was offered, Kaaras got the idea of what she wanted fairly quickly. He looked over at her and took it into his hand, letting her settle herself on the settee before he turned himself, leaning one knee up onto the lounge while the other one stayed on the floor.

He didn’t say anything, he just took the length of her wavy hair (no thanks to the braid) into his hand and started softly combing down it.