If ur still taking prompts, how about just some fluffy corvosider?
“You’ll work yourself to death,” Levi says softly.
Corvo opens one eye to peek at him through his lashes and ends up wrinkling his nose as sunlight briefly blinds him. Levi leans over him to offer shade, smoothing Corvo’s hair back before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
They sunbathe in the gardens, trying to get some color onto Levi’s pale cheeks, though Corvo had begun dozing off in his lap almost instantly. Long days and late nights have taken their toll, and now that he’s not Void-touched anymore, Corvo can feel his age starting to catch up with him. He can’t remember the last time he wasn’t tired.
“I’m fine,” he says.
“You’re more predictable in this aspect than you are in any other,” Levi says, clicking his tongue. “My dear Corvo, I’m beginning to think you’ll never rest.”
Corvo reaches back to wrap his arm around Levi’s waist. “I’m resting now,” he says, tilting his chin up.
“You’re falling asleep on our date,” Levi huffs, and kisses him anyway.
Corvo shifts and rolls into his side, thumbing circles against Levi’s thigh. “This isn’t a date,” he says, sulking a little at the suggestion. “I can do better than this for a date.”
“This is a fine date,” Levi says firmly, and Corvo scoffs, because he’d take Levi out to dinner for a date, or bring him flowers, or something, but if Levi wants to call it a date then Corvo isn’t going to argue.
“If you say so,” he says, and closes his eyes again while Levi runs fingers through his hair.
“I have seen every possible way for humans to entertain themselves, Corvo,” Levi says simply. “I have seen fine dinners, balls and parties, honeymoons and elopements and marriage ceremonies, and every other way that lovers might entertain each other.” He brushes Corvo’s hair back once more, then traces a light finger over the shell of Corvo’s ear. “Sitting here in this garden with you is enough,” he murmurs.
Corvo is quiet, but after a moment, he sits up just enough to tug Levi in for a kiss.
