Find the Word Tag
Tagged by the most wonderful @12thhouse-sun 💙
Here's the game:
I give you five words. You find the word (or the closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!
My words: Itch, Shudder, Free, Hope, Embrace
Boops to my beloveds: @feedthepheasants @marlowethebard @crimson-and-lavender (and open boops if you feel inspired.)
Your words: Run, Empty, Grace, Light, Trick
Alright, let's get to it. Some of this is published, and some is still WIPs. This was an interesting challenge!
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Itch
The connection between them snaps into place all the quicker this time. He can feel what she feels now through the Weave that hums pleasantly about them. Hot, itchy, bone-achingly exhausted - like pins and needles cover the surface of her skin and her teeth are too tight in her mouth. A veritable riot of discomfort, and the orb in his chest throbs a painful concord. Gale breathes through the ache, willing his own mastery of peace under duress to flow between them.
Shudder
“Take heart, Tav. We're here for you,” Gale adds earnestly, reaching out to squeeze one of her shoulders. Tav looses a shuddering breath, then a soft moaning cry falls from her lips and her arms slack, dropping her blades with a resounding clatter against the stone. When she goes limp, Gale catches her around the waist. Gale shushes against her hair, lowering them both slowly (ignoring the protesting pops of his knees) until he cradles her gently. Tav cries, more softly now, and turns her face into his chest and clutches onto his robes with white knuckles.
Free
"Please, Miri.." He moans. "I can't... I need--" He loses his words as he feels his trousers being removed, his hands trembling. "You've done so well, my heart," Miri praises as he slides his trousers and briefs free, tossing them aside. "I love hearing you speak in my tongue - it sounds so good on your lips." Miri presses a kiss to his bare knee, working her way slowly up his thigh. As she speaks, her elvish flows like a river and sounds like a song. Enchanting and alluring as her dark gaze holds his. "How can I reward you for being so good? What would my heart ask of me in return for filling my cup to overflowing?"
Hope
After last night, he feels a stronger pull than ever to go to her. Be there for her. Be something to her. Yet, after this morning’s arguments snapping them so quickly back to their usual routine, it’s hard not to feel whiplash. He’d hoped they had finally gotten past their bitterness and bickering. Wants for that to be true. Wants her, gods be damned. “Are…” he pauses for a moment before continuing. Those green eyes move up to his at the sound of his voice. For a moment, it steals his breath away. But he clears his throat, his tone much gentler than before as he inquires, “Are you okay?” "I'm fine," Miri replies shortly.
Embrace
He groans against her mouth, eagerly pressing his lips into hers in a hungry kiss. He closes his eyes, letting her control the speed and depth. Gale allows Miri to set the tone, and set it she does. Even when it borders on devouring. He lets himself be taken, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be hers. Miri pulls back with a grin, admiring the flushed bliss of his expression. He nearly whimpers as she suddenly pulls away, his body left aching with longing for her embrace. "Goodnight, Gale. See you at council in the morning." With a final gentle stroke of her hand along his cheek, she turns on her heel and strides from the room.
