Absolutely speechless at this commission from @mandhos of the berry fight from These Echoes We Have Left! Iâm in awe at the details here and how perfectly they captured the scene. đđđ Thank you so much for this!!
They rolled back into the trillium and Balan scrambled atop him at last, pinning his arms to the ground and grinning down at him in triumph. âBested,â he gasped, laughing still as he caught his breath and tightened his grip about the otherâs wrists, eyes glinting. âLoose thine hand, Iâll have my vengeance.
But the other lay frozen, a sea of gold splayed about his head, and his eyes were fixed on Balanâs, unblinking. And again, as amid the dancing at Tol Sirion, Balan knew he might have him if he wished. The king lay at his mercy here within the trillium and violets, marked with the grassâ long shadows falling sharp against the golden light. He would yield. Balan could bend down now and press his lips to the otherâs, stained bright with the berriesâ dye, and no resistance would meet him. He could slip a hand behind his neck and draw him in, taste the tart fruit upon the otherâs mouth and feel him fall away beneath his touch. And he had been dizzy with the knowledge of his own power.
âOpen your hand,â he had said again, in his own tongue now, and obediently NĂłmâs fingers parted. The airnaâakran glistened in the sunlight, bright as blood against his skin. They had been crushed in the struggle, but held at least somewhat intact, and Balan shifted up slowly to gather them in his mouth. âThere is a saying amongst my peopleâthe nectar of justice is as honey upon the tongue.â His lips brushed the otherâs palm and amusement rumbled through his voice. âBut these youâve left me are tart as gooseberries.â A trickle of juice had run down along the wrist and he set his lips to this in turn, little bothering to disguise the kiss as he lingered, the otherâs pulse pounding against his mouth. It pounded too against his palms where they held NĂłmâs arms pinned in the grass beside his head, and Balan hesitated for a moment, then let his lips brush along the otherâs forearm as he drew back to meet the grey eyes once more. âA creature of flesh after all, ghomenno?â
âNever anything other.â NĂłmâs voice had been scarcely a breath, shivering as it drifted up to meet him.
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