Homecoming
Tazim kept washing and feeding Altair, letting him relax in the water. He stepped away to get a salve for his wounds so he could dress them once the grandmaster was out of the water. It felt odd to have him back after so long.
His stomach no longer grumbling for food, which he was greatful for and his body cleaned. Altair stepped out of the water and smiled at Tazim, gently lifting his chin, he leaned and kissed him softly and lovingly. He had missed those lips and Tazims arms, he had missed everything about his lover.
















