Dec 29, 2017
The Family of Sirius Black and Lily Evans
uriah shelton as corvus sage - gryffindor sadie sink as magnolia cassiopeia - gryffindor dylan schmid as altair forest - slytherin camren bicondova as poppy lyra - gryffindor
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The Family of Sirius Black and Lily Evans
uriah shelton as corvus sage - gryffindor sadie sink as magnolia cassiopeia - gryffindor dylan schmid as altair forest - slytherin camren bicondova as poppy lyra - gryffindor
altair when he hears his loyal stoic knight who is so gruff and strong has been very very upset while demanding the healers do their gods damned jobs and fix the king already. dude was showing emotions!
Well maybe next time don’t grab his neck so hard. Even if he asks you to. Can’t trust him to tap out. Or maybe you broke his delicate little bird bones! Who knows.
Either way, he’s awfully apologetic when he wakes up and realises that Tibia had, like, a whole feeling about him. Apologising for worrying him, but also apologising for Tibia having those feelings in the first place. That wasn’t supposed to be part of it for either of them.
But yet. Here they are.
(♡´౪`♡) for the peacock king and his loyal knight LOL
He's not stupid. He knows exactly what the grunting noise behind the door means. It means that Tibia would probably enjoy some privacy. A moment to be left alone as he... Relieves some stress.
But where's the fun in that, hm?
He doesn't bother to knock, just letting himself in like he owns the place. Meeting Tibia's startled look with one of amusement. A shitty little grin working its way across his face as Tibia scrambles to pull his pants back up.
"Awww, where you thinking about me?"
"N-no, my liege. I was simply..."
Altair doesn't give him time to explain, leaning over and putting a hand on Tibia's thigh.
"I can help with that, you know."
"My king- Ah. Altair..." Off to a great start here, buddy. An awkward glance away as he scratches the back of his neck, the cute peacock king almost hard to look at with... the knowledge of what he's been called upon for. Just the two of them, in the king's quarters... no one to bother them, no one to stare.
"Would you... uh, do me the honour. Of letting me... take the lead, this time?" He sounds so awkward trying to ask for this, and he's quickly elaborating with a flustered sounding "Of course, if you don't like it, you can just say so-! I, uh. I just wanna. Try something... a bit different."
Depending on Altair's reply, Tibia's plan is agonizingly sweet. Still no kisses, unless the king himself demands/initiates, but. Tibia just wants to try something... slower. More gentle. Give himself a chance to familiarise with Altair's body and the things he likes...
He’s sitting on his bed, legs dangling off the side, crossed at the knee. He looks so… small, here. Fragile. No flashy clothes or false sense of bravado.
His shoulders tense at Tibia’s question, his cheeks flushing scarlet at the very thought. He’s been thinking about this scenario… more than he cares to admit, really.
There’s an agonisingly long moment where he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Tense and flustered and looking like he’s about to cry, really.
He uncrosses his legs, letting his shoulders relax as he exhales deeply. Its only fair he gives his knight a… treat. Yes. That’s all it is. Rewarding him for his loyalty and services.
“Very well. Take the lead.”
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His dream is perhaps... Surprising, even to himself. There's a gentleness to it that he doesn't have with Tibia in the waking world. A tenderness to it, with Tibia trailing kisses down his neck and over his collarbone.
The touches are light, as calloused fingers probe at his insides. Tibia's thumb circling around his clit, making his legs twitch. He clenches around Tibia's digits, and Tibia responds with a soft little trill, nuzzling against Altair's neck and whispering sweet words.
When he awakens, he sits up, shaking his head to try and dislodge the thoughts from his brain. He can not get distracted by... Feelings. Tenderness.
No. It's a way to relieve stress, and nothing more.
altair do you ever watch that knight of yours sparring or training the younger knights. how's that go for you.
Of course he watches. Tibia is a powerhouse of a knight, and Altair's most trusted guard. It's only natural that he watches, in order to oversee the progress of the newest recruits.
Yes. That's the only reason. Ignore the redness in his cheeks, or the ruffled feathers of his wings. The excited little pants as Tibia swipes the other guy's legs out from under him using the training weapon.
He might have to cut this training session short, actually. He and Tibia have an appointment in his chambers...
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"My liege-"
Altair trills softly, snaking a hand under Tibia's shirt. He has his eyes on the prize. Or, rather, his hands on the prize. Lightly scraping his nails across one of Tibia's pecs, before giving it a squeeze.
"They're staring-"
"Let them stare." Altair's voice is soft, barely above a whisper, as his other hand joins the first. Having a good little squeeze.