G’raha Tia/F WoL Originally posted on AO3
“Do you feel everything the same?” G’raha shuddered, the hand of the inquisitive warrior hovering over his crystalline arm, sending shivers of aether over the surface, dancing and swirling to mix with her own, his eyes fixed on the act.
G’raha Tia/F WoL Originally posted on AO3
“Do you feel everything the same?” G’raha shuddered, the hand of the inquisitive warrior hovering over his crystalline arm, sending shivers of aether over the surface, dancing and swirling to mix with her own, his eyes fixed on the act.
They were laying in her bed at the Pendants, clothed only from the waist down in a moment of peace, ignoring the world for the chance to just be. Be together and enjoy the silence, the tenderness of each other’s presence, no longer burdened as the Warrior of Darkness or the Crystal Exarch.
“Mm, everything and more.” he sighed as her hand roamed upwards. Settling for a moment at the junction of his shoulder, he felt a static of aether as her hand cupped the crystal of his neck, resting there while she took in the details of where his skin met azure.
His crystal hand settles on her hip but his eyes still focused on her face, a blazing heat radiating on his skin wherever her eyes glazed over, his thumb rubbing over the apex of her hips, pressing into the pliable skin.
She let’s out a sigh before breathing in deep, G’raha’s eyes wandered deliberately down her face, her neck, settling on her bare breasts, watching her heart beat and the steady rhythm of her breath. His thumb slowed as his attention diverted to watching her, suddenly aware that she is there alive and breathing and not just the famed Warrior of Light, no longer hiding behind the darkness and comfort of a cowl, exposed to her just as much as she was exposed to him now.
Another shiver as her finger traces the union where skin meets crystal, slowly, meticulously running it down from his clavicle, over the slope of his pecs, the dip of his sternum. She could feel his trembling breaths as her fingers memorized him, through her touch and on her face, puffs of warmth against her forehead. Without trying their breaths synchronized, so ardently in each other were they that it happened unconsciously.
His voice was soft, a prayer falling from his lips. "I want... to feel more of you."
Steady he glided his hand downwards from her hip, squeezing her thigh and lifting it up on top of his own thigh, G'raha's weight shifted so that he could press himself against her, chest to chest, eliciting a gentle gasp from his Warrior at the feel of cool crystal against flesh. A hand shifted from between them and held onto his bicep, the path downwards interrupted by the need to stabilize herself, a gulp of air before she let out a laugh, joyous from his pulling and clinging. Her hand found purchase in his hair, petting him tenderly before cupping his cheek, pressing her forehead to his with eyes closed, committing the feeling of their forms pressed together.
"Yes, anything you want," A promise. His crystal arm wrapped around her, thigh finding its way between her legs, their frames perfectly connected. "Anything you want, Raha."
AND WE’RE BACK! Welcome to #seaswolchallenge for August 2020! As mentioned previously, I am still collecting the prompts from last month’s challenge, but I thought I’d prep this one in advance. Enjoy!
Here are the brief guidelines for engaging with these prompts, which you can also find here:
Your character does not need to be a WoL to participate in the challenge; however, the core blog caters to those people who have a WoL verse or strictly write their character that way. If you’re someone who believes in the concept of mary-sues, hates npc x oc shipping, etc., I’d encourage you not to participate and hide the tag for the challenge as needed. I will not tolerate anon hate and will block and blacklist people accordingly.
Currently there are no prizes for completion of the challenge(s). This is for fun!
There is no order to which you need to do the prompts. You can also sub in different words if one doesn’t vibe with you, as well as skip days.
Similarly, you can return to older prompts at a later date to complete them at your leisure. There is no punishment for people who finish the challenge late. Your work will still be reblogged and shared.
Length of a prompt doesn’t matter! Write twenty or two thousand words.
Use the tag #seaswolchallenge or @seaswolchallenge so I can see what you have written! All completed works will be reblogged onto this blog. If you do not see your prompt, please shoot me an ask/im with the link
All works will be queued to avoid spamming peoples’ dashboards. If you do not see your prompt right away, or it takes a few days from the initial post, this is why!
This challenge will run from 1 AUGUST and ( technically ) conclude on 30 AUGUST for those who do one prompt a day. As always, please feel free to reblog this and tag your friends to write with you!
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