I wanted to write some Good Gay Shit for Ohdde, since she’s been dealing with so much shit lately. This is Baby’s First Writing, so i hope it turned out okay!
Ohdde groans and snuggles her face further into her wife’s furred chest. “ ‘S too fuckin’ cold...” She hears Mythrill chuff quietly as she brings her paw up to cradle the back of Ohdde’s head. “Really? My strong arms have done nothing to warm you? Oh, how you wound me, Sweets.” Myth moved her paw to cradle her wife’s cheek, stroking lightly with her thumb. “You _do _feel awfully chilly, though. Is something wrong, Sweets?” Ohdde rolled over onto her back, watching the stone ceiling above her with little interest. “Everything is wrong, babe. There’s a million things going on at once, between the Svanir, and Bangar’s party, and Jormag in my head... As soon as i deal with one problem, a million more pop up.” She covers her face with her arms. “And the Vigil is looking to me for guidance, now that Almorras’...” She stifles a cry and buries her face back into Mythrills chest, holding onto the white fur. Myth curls her body around her, forming a crescent shape around her wife.
“You aren’t alone, Ohdde. You have me, and Lixav, and Aurene. You have the whole of Dragon’s Watch behind you. This isn’t your burden to carry by yourself.” She leans back and brings a paw up to Ohdde’s chin, guiding her gaze to meet her own. “Do you understand me?”
Ohdde gives a weak smile, looking back at her wife. “Yeah, yeah, I see you, Myth.” She plants a kiss on her wifes muzzle. “If we - when we get out of this, can we go somewhere warm?” “Of course, Sweets. Maybe to that lovely little casino in Amnoon. The owner still owes me a few debts, I think.”
