I greatly enjoyed the event last year and sure as all hells wanted to join again, so here we are!
This year around, I was granted permission to work with @faewrenbird's lovely OC Adrasta (and a little bit of Yvssek *coughcough*) for the callenge. The setting is our Succubus Au that somehow turned into a polyship situation that works ... surprisingly well for all three of them.
So, featuring Adrasta and Qirilissk, have the first prompt of this year's OC Kiss Week: Desperate~
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Qirilissk is desperate for some physical contact from his summoner and stumbles over a sweet little surprise while hunting Yvssek down.
After many days and even more troubles, Qirilissk, Adrasta and Yvssek have finally settled into an comfortable relationship and are able to enjoy each other's company without any impending argument waiting to break loose.
Ok, so I indulged a little and wrote a kiss prompt for myself and a friend because I absolutely adore the surprisingly great chemistry between Qirilissk and Adrasta and because @faewrenbird's girl deserves some love as well 💞
Kiss prompt #18 "as encouragement" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!
Qirilissk's eyes flicker towards Adrasta's.
“What's wrong?”, he asks without pausing his work on her make-up.
Adrasta sighs but tries her best to stay still and not move too much. “Nervous”, is all she says, but Qirilissk knows its far more than just that.
Adrasta isn't just nervous about her date with Yvssek – she's terrified of breaking the fragile, shaky connection the two of them cultivated and build over the many excruciatingly long years they've known each other.
Knows that she's afraid of breaking its trust or pushing things too far too fast; forcing it to recoil and become defensive. Making Yvssek retreat and close up; refusing any more attempts of Adrasta to get closer. To help.
Qirilissk huffs and shakes his head. He doesn't know what she sees in Yvssek. It is stubborn and arrogant beyond words; its ego taller than the biggest skyscraper and its manners are literally non-existent.
… it does look good, though, Qirilissk has to admit. And if it wasn't for Yvssek's sour personality, he might even be interested himself. But as it is, Qirilissk is more than happy to pass this one and let Adrasta have it all for herself.
He hums. “Whatever would you be nervous about?”, he asks and makes a show of looking her up and down. “You are gorgeous. Pretty face, sweet little smile, bright eyes. The best hair in the entire damn city. A body to literally die for – with all the right curves in all the right places. Perfect proportions. Smart and kind and able to stand your ground, if need be. Snarky, at times. Who would say no to you?”
Qirilissk sees a faint blush appearing on her cheeks and a smile tugging on her dark lips, but her eyes turn doubtful. “It did take Yvssek years to agree to a date”, she reminds him and Qirilissk rolls his eyes.
“Yes”, he says. “Because it's an idiot.”
Adrasta snorts at that; letting out one of those lovely little snickering laughs of hers. “It is not”, she disagrees and looks like she wants to go on and start another one of her lovesick speeches about how cool and smart and handsome Yvssek is, but Qirilissk cuts her short. He doesn't have the patience for that right now.
“It very much is or the two of you would already be married and have a horde of ugly, filthy little children screaming and running after you”, he says and makes her laugh again. Which earns him a slap to the shoulder.
“Don't be ridiculous”, Adrasta chides playfully. “I can't marry Yvssek. What about you?”
“I can be the secret love affair you meet on dark, rainy nights in disgusting little motels out of town when Yvssek is having another broody episode”, he easily plays along. He smirks when he gets a sudden idea. “Or the secret lover of the both of you. Wouldn't that be fun?~”
Adrasta looks like she's about to laugh again, but instead grows silent and thoughtful. Tilts her head to the side and furrows her brows. “ … I don't think Yvssek is ready for something like that.”
Qirilissk sighs dramatically. “Yeah. Like I said. It's an idiot.”
Now that, however does make Adrasta snort again, and paints a little smile onto Qirilissk's face as well.
He finishes her make-up, gives her hair a few last touches and then stands back to examine his work. Gives a nod because its flawless. As always.
He steps back and claps his hands together. “There. All done. Now even someone as stupid and blind as Yvssek won't be able to resist you tonight.”
The blush returns to Adrasta's cheeks and she turns to get a look at herself in the mirror. There is a little gasp and before Qirilissk knows it, he's pulled into a warm, grateful hug.
“Thank you so much for helping me out!”, Adrasta says close to his ear and his smile grows. He returns the hug and pulls her close; holding her flush and safe against his chest.
“Always, angel” he says and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. “And now go get that stubborn prick!”
Adrasta laughs again and Qirilissk is once again reminded just why he loves this woman so damn much.
(Sorry for the odd lin, but somehow tumblr is being weird and won't display it properly)
Summary:
Yvssek is a rather difficult master to have for Qirilissk, and doesn't waste any chance to sour his stay on Eath. Thankfully however, Adrasta is also there and always up to sweeten is right back up.
