Kisses ( @devilsprophet )
Kohga had spent the majority of their little journey moaning and griping about how much his knees were hurting, how the pack slung over his shoulders was far too heavy, and how he'd undoubtedly be paying for it come morning.
Frankly, he'd entirely forgotten what it was they'd ventured beyond the Yiga's desert home for, and at this point, he didn't much care.
He just wanted to go home. Or, at the very least, find an inn or a stable to wait out the coming storm until his old bones stopped complaining.
As the first crack of thunder rolls across the mountains, Kohga flinches, just barely. Anyone who didn't know him might have mistaken it for the chill in the air.
But soon another flash tears across the sky, bleaching the world white for the briefest instant, and his shoulders tense all over again.
Kohga catches Astor’s knowing stare from the corner of his eyes and flushes, quickly averting his eyes. "...I hate lightning."
A bolt forks across the heavens, and the hand around one strap of his pack tightens until the knuckles of his pale skin (in this disguise) go white.
The first few drops of rain are little else but a trickle, but mere seconds pass before it seems the heavens themselves have been torn open, a torrential downpour turning the two men’s clothing sodden instantaneously.
Kohga whines before a bursting boom of thunder sends him several feet off the ground this time.
He lands clumsily into a rain puddle, kicking a slough of mud up his trouser legs as a hand scrambles to his furiously beating heart. How dare—!
Kohga turns to the other sound beside him. Astor is laughing, the hood of his cloak has long since fallen back, his head tipped toward the sky as laughter spills freely into the downpour.
Good Ganon, he’s finally gone entirely off the rails—
Then, before he has a second more to ponder or act, hands are at his front, tugging his useless, sopping wet collar forward. Their mouths meet in a clumsy collision, teeth clacking against teeth before giving way to the force of bruising lips as they at last find eachother in the curtain of rain.
For one fleeting moment, Kohga forgets the storm raging around them, the tension in his shoulders slipping off as easily as the rain that streams down them as he focuses on the warmth of Astor’s lips on his.
The illusion cloaking him in the guise of an ordinary Hylian flickers.
For the briefest instant, Astor feels the familiar softness of Kohga's lips, the sun-kissed warmth of his skin beneath the pale hands clutching at his rain-soaked robes. Then, just as quickly, the glamour settles once more, returning Kohga beneath borrowed features.
And as they finally part, all that remains before him is this frustrating, impossible man. Astor.
