cont. from here // @gloriouslygood
It came with adventuring - with his clientele being as they were, Shaun Gilmore knew this better than most. And yet, as Vax was changing his shirt, his heart couldn’t help but crack just a little at the sight of the marks scattered across the smaller man’s body. Perhaps because he had an idea what caused those marks, and what he had to endure to survive.
“… you are quite the handsome man, Vax’ildan.”
The shirt is quickly pulled over his head, sliding down to cover the scars again but the half-elf can imagine what Shaun must be thinking. He’s quick to move over to him, arms wrapping around his waist before leaning up to kiss him. “I’d say the same about you.”
His hair is still wet from the bath he had taken, Vax can feel it stick against the back of what was actually Shaun’s shirt. There’s a pause, kissing him once again before speaking. “... what are you thinking about?”















