[ Happy Secret Santa, @arcanathirst! Have happy holidays! ]
The kind-hearted apprentice with an excitable nature, is what Asra would always think of her as. And that’s why he thought for months what he would give her for Christmas. He thought about something to be entertaining, maybe something mischievous. Something that would take her on a journey that she would never forget, that she would have a time like she never had. Maybe he would take her along on one of his trips for once, maybe they could go through different realms and go through different areas. Sit around and celebrate different cultures and activities and learn new dances, try new food. Asra fantasied about this for months, of course, Until he actually had to follow through and make plans into actions. Then, ultimately turned into disaster. When Mine came home, Asra made sure their shop was warm, made sure their tree was lit up. He made sure the bed was washed and made, that there was plenty of food about to be ready. He had the shop closed after it reached the afternoon, but Mine had been out giving all of her friends gifts and kind words, love and affection. As she always did.
But the second the door turned, everything seemed to go wrong. The Magician seemed to stop answering Asra. That’s where Asra was going to take her and allow her to explore, maybe even his own realm. But if the Magician isn’t there, something bad could’ve been occurring, and that meant it was too risky to take Mine with him, which means- “Asra!” It almost seemed as if all his problems had vanished as soon as she entered. He love how whenever she walked into a room, her eyes lit up and her energy radiated nothing but joy and determination. So much ambition and kindness, that she’d stand out anywhere. She was the center of attention in Asra’s world, she has been since he first laid eyes on her. So in response, Asra grinned at her and gave her the all too familiar loving, warm gaze. Nothing but admiration in his eyes and adoration. Once she would turn her attention to the white haired mage, Asra tilted his head to the side. “Welcome home, Mine. Did you have a good run? How was your day?” Mine would respond with a drawn out response, reminiscing her day, before her eyes shot to attention to the shop counter; “Asra, are these hibiscus?!” Her master came around from behind and carefully took her hands into his own, delivering a soft kiss to each finger, and between his words, pressed a kiss to her palm, her wrist. “And there’s a ham that should be just about done, the stove salamander helped out a lot. Howeverrr, there’s also grilled catfish, some vegetables, some rolls, and some fruit I got on my last trip. And for desert-” he places his hands on her shoulders, running his hands lightly down her curves, running his fingers to trace her stretch marks. The magician loved lying in bed with her under all their blankets, tracing one another’s marks. “Hot chocolate and pumpkin bread.” With that, his apprentice squeezed onto him, and started to cling. Asra took this advantage to snuggle into her neck, inhaling the scent of her. She always smelt so sweet, so clean, like a breeze. He danced them in a small circle, both uncaring of the span of which their hug lasted. But whenever she pulled away and had asked him if they were going to do anything else, the reminder hit Asra yet again. To which he began to apologize profusely, rubbing his temples and trying to explain to her understanding. Until she stopped him with an abrupt, gentle kiss, and Asra’s heart skipped a beat, it almost stopped. And he was sure she could feel it, too. He was almost positive. After a long moment of a kiss, the feeling of them being the only two people in the room at that moment, he hesitated and pulled back from her. She looked at him with radiant, surprised, curious, yet loving eyes. They were both almost out of breath, but not yet breathless. The two mages stared for a long moment before meeting lips again in unison, hungry for more, needy for one another. From Asra’s need to hers, he tangled her clothes into his fists until his knuckles turned white. The kisses became more intense, more intimate. The magician couldn’t help but lightly draw her in by her scruff with a free hand as she couldn’t resist pulling on the front of his sashes. Neither of them could help guiding each other (while stumbling along the way) to push each other against the wall. One would raise their leg around the other’s waist, one would deliver a gentle bite to the lower lip. Things became less and less shy, Asra could feel the warmth blossoming in his chest, as she could in hers. Mine slid her hands up the back of Asra’s shirt just as he returned the favor, slowly drawing his hands down to her hips to give her a light squeeze, suddenly pulling her against him, pushing- Breathless, slightly trembling master pulled away from his apprentice, a trail of drool following his lips, as he looked down at her with lust and need, passion- he wiped away the remains with his finger, giving her that sweet, I-know-I’m-an-asshole smile. “Smells like dinner is done, Mine.”
- [ I’m so sorry that came so late, there was literally a delay in posting it due to fucking Tumblr deciding “hey, let’s pause this upload!” it was such a pleasure to learn about your apprentice, I ADORE HER!!! I hope you had happy holidays, dear. Please enjoy! ]
