The way that the Aspect’s cheeks had matched Ezreal’s own was endearing—cute, even; for the the blonde to see the bigger man so flustered from a kiss that Ezreal had given him. The adventurer always had some lack of impulse control; but at the same time it had been months since he’d seen Taric—how couldn’t he greet him in a way that mattered? he watched as the other palmed his hair back, a soft hum leaving the smaller as he remained in Taric’s grasp; comfortable, despite fingers dug into him, his arms now tightening slightly around the Aspect’s neck to keep himself steady. Comforting was the best word he could use to describe Taric’s presence—Ezreal had always been so finicky when it came to trusting others—but the other man had been nothing but good to him; had shown him nothing but the purity of love; and for that, Ezreal was grateful. It felt like someone actually cared.
“C’mon, Taric!” Ezreal groaned, head lulling back slightly to add to his dramatics before dipping back forward. It was still so cute to see the other like this—Ezreal got flustered easily himself from signs of affection; and despite seeing Taric like this before, it still surprised him. A sigh left the blonde as he moved a hand to scratch at the edge of his own jaw, only to move that hand to the Aspect’s shoulder and patting it lightly. “Hey, I’ve gotten pretty good at running, y’know! Into danger, out of danger…But I’m alive right? I couldn’t get this thing without going into the tomb! I wasn’t just gonna leave it there after all that decoding work!”
It wasn’t that difficult—His knowledge of the Shuriman language and history was what had helped him with decoding the glyphs. “How was I gonna know the place was gonna collapse, anyway? Don’t answer that—“ this wasn’t the first time he had been in a collapsing tomb. No; the Gauntlet he wore was proof of that, for the Tomb of Ne’Zuk had also nearly collapsed on him when he had obtained the artifact. But he was alive! That’s what mattered, right? “Anyway, I think telling you what the glyphs said would worry you more, but it doesn’t matter, it’s the same old same old! The Scarab is gonna look great on my mantle.”
Humble as ever. He paused when Taric returned his sentiments; something fluttering in his chest when the other told him that he missed him too. A kiss was placed upon the Aspect’s jaw before Ezreal finally managed to wiggle out of his grasp and his feet once again met the ground. Goggles on top of his head made a soft ‘clink’ as he patted his jacket as if he were dusting himself off; bright gaze looking back up at the other as he held up his gauntlet clad hand. “Besides! I got this, remember? My good old gauntlet gets me out of trouble all the time! Totally safe!”
“…You worry too much, y’know. Is this ‘cause I was only able to send you one letter this time around? I really tried to send more but uh, I got busy!” Hands moved to search for one of Taric’s own, squeezing lightly as a grin spread upon his features once more, only to stop for him to give out a loud yawn by accident.
“Anyway, you’re stuck with me for a while! Like…a few days? A week? I do gotta head back to Piltover eventually though to check on my Uncle and his museum—You should come see it sometime. It’s nice.”