#skalerius

BEEN A WHILE BUT FINALLY MORE SKALERIUS EXISTS! Commissioned @nezb1tty and I'm so happy with ittt❤❤look at them ; w ;

Background is from the game :)

Pairing: Skye x Valerius 

The hallway was uncomfortably warm, too many bodies, too much commotion. Every year the masquerade engulfed the castle, the streets, the city, but this was the first year Skye really felt she had a chance to enjoy it. Sure, every year she performed and then participated in some of the festivities, but it had now been a year since she had been employed at the palace and being a part of the preparations, engaging in conversations with the staff, making her dress with Nadia, it all made the entire event more exciting and full of life. Her wind rustled the sheer fabric draped over her shoulders and wound its way down her body and along the expanse of floor in front of her, a few guests letting out a sigh of relief as it caressed their skin in passing.

“It’s really quite rude to fondle the guests.” A familiar voice came from the hallway to her right. She turned towards him, redirecting her gust as she did.

“Valerius” Skye smirked. “Would you rather I fondle only you?”  Her air billowing around the guests in front of him and rushing up to blow the Consul’s silky braid from his shoulder. He stepped back quickly, the glass of wine in his hand nearly spilling. She laughed as she too made her way through the cluster of people between them. On a regular basis she admittedly spent way too much time trying to fluster the rigid lush, and tonight would be no different.

As she moved around the last partygoer and came into full view, Valerius’s eyes couldn’t help but make their way down her body. She was always accompanied by a slight breeze that she liked to show off by wearing at least a draping of flowy sheer fabric, but tonight the majority of her dress was made of such material. When it moved it hugged every curve, touched every spot of her body, the few bits of material that were contrastingly opaque expertly placed to leave at least something up to the imagination.

“Perhaps it’s you who wants to fondle me?” She teased, following his line of sight. He looked up quickly, face flushing over as his expression turned from embarrassed to an all-too-familiar scowl. He raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head and retracted the finger into a tight fist. Skye laughed, which only deepened his glower.

“Enough is enough” He huffed, shoving his glass of wine into the hands of a passing servant.

“I didn’t even know you were physically capable of letting-“ Her banter cut short as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hallway. “Consul…” She followed willingly, but his grip still stayed firm, his hand warm and slightly sweaty. She felt her heartbeat quicken with each step. The din from the party started to fade away behind them as he drug her down hallway after hallway until they reached an area devoid of any guests. She could feel her own face flush as he let go. For once rendered speechless, she waited for him to say something.

“Infuriating” Valerius mumbled, back turned to her, rubbing his forehead before pushing back a loose strand of hair and turning around. “You are utterly infuriating.”  

She opened her mouth to reply, but he brought his finger up to her lips before she could say a word. His hand trembled and his eyes flicked from hers down to her lips then back up again.  

“Enough.”  He whispered gruffly, pushing his finger harder against her mouth. Skye took a step back and then another until her back was against the wall. He followed each step, plus one more until their bodies were close enough she could feel the heat radiating from him. “You are quite possibly the most irritating, obnoxious, beautiful, poor-mannered, tantalizing, excuse of a woman I have ever met.” He growled, pulling away his trembling hand from her face and placing it on the wall next to her head. Her pulse felt like it was shaking her entire body and she looked away as she tried to catch her breath. He brought his other hand up to her chin, forcing her to look back at him again. His breath smelled both sweet and bitter and she felt her body go warm at the thought of how he would taste. “I can’t stand it.” His voice was tremulous and rough.